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dont-hug-me-its-yuri · 2 months ago
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★ ; ☠ ; ♦ ; ൠ
let me see those silly ass coffin headcannons oh please oh please oh please (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍) [very super mega normal about coffin dhmis ahaha]
I’m way more normal about Coffin than you!! /hj
★ - Sad Headcanon
Coffin is just kinda lonely, it definitely doesn’t help that they live alone in a cemetery and are generally off-putting, both due to appearance and just general lack of social skills, she doesn’t acknowledge it much and and almost always downplays its own emotions but she is very lonely and touch-starved. (At least she has her cats though)
☠ - Angry/Violent headcanon
very much into dissection and taxidermy, she would’ve loved highschool dissection classes if they ever wanted to get an actual education, and they’re just very fascinated by organs in general, very eager about seeing different creatures anatomy’s and such.
♦ - Quirks/Hobbies headcanon
Coffins a big fan of taking long walks through the woods, essentially hiking, she picks flowers off the trail and kicks rocks into streams because she is so full of whimsy and joy!!
ൠ - Random headcanon
She actually owns the very first edition of candy land. No you cannot play it.
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dawnatlas · 3 months ago
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starting this thing called Forever Partners Friday bc i cant commit to inktober but i still wanted to do something weekly for october anddd ofc it had to be jeaneil related 🙂‍���️
first one: halloween costumes!!
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maple-and-pie · 3 months ago
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28 for the Pokemon ask game owo?
28. Do you have a favourite pokedex entry?
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"This Rotom has possessed a convection microwave oven. It will sear the surrounding area with its burning heat, then smile in delight."
Just a silly lil guy, setting everything on fire. I love it!
I love any of the Rotom dex entry's, they all be like this, just a lil troublemaker gotta love it❤️
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shotmrmiller · 6 months ago
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That SD!Simon who took a one night stand would have me accepting a babysitting job across the city. The that requires Reader to stay with the kids for a week cause the parents need the vacation. Maybe, possibly meeting someone from that side and 👀
i hear that LOUD AND CLEAR. LIKE GLASS.
listen i ooooooh i would be reaching out to my toxic but great lay ex like pull up neoooowww
gotta have him being a big gross grump who takes care of his own kid now. stop knocking on our door asking how much formula she takes read the can brother
naw i'd be hella moving on. catch me firmly setting lines he cannot and will not cross. no i don't give a damn how tired you are, get your baby and go back to your own flat. no i cannot watch your child mr. riley im gonna have a guy over and you will not interrupt my date with him.
girllll (gn) i'd be howling like a cat in heat during sex too js.
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itsonlypolite · 5 months ago
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out of curiosity, if we were to lift up hero’s little visor thing, what would be under there?
Good question! Hero, mind lifting up your visor so we can see?
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...someone get this guy some brown contacts
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beescake · 11 months ago
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The Sollux expressions are so sweet!!! Why's he crying in the last one?
your ask is 2mths old so sorry aghk 👁️
basically the answer is that i draw expressions reflecting my mood arnd that character LOL
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sugarpasteltmnt · 2 months ago
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AHHH OK SO NEON RAIN. I can’t get over the music recommendation for the chapter. Like I’ve never had music fit a scene so well it was all so ethereal and peaceful and rly made the chapter 🥹. Well done!
WAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH 🩵💖💗💞 I’m so so so glad you enjoyed the chapter and song!!
and omg thank you thank you for the art I LOVE IT WAAAAA 😭💞🩵💗💕💖
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forestclan-clangen · 11 days ago
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Moon 4 (Part 2)
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Hopechase leaves on patrol by herself, not thinking properly and forgetting that the woods haven't been fed. She sees a Woodcrawler. And IT sees HER. Hopechase runs. Fast. DONT LEAVE ME
(Hopechase, warrior, female, 86 moons) (Woodcrawler, a mockery of life, ageless) (Rootgrove, ?????, Lightfoot, can you see me. i have become something else)
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Hopechase couldn't breathe.
Her ears were ringing as blood coursed through her entire body.
She could see, but it was all a shaking blur. All she could sense was the familiar smell of ForestClan's camp, and the tall rock she had seen her leaders stand on. Birchstar. Lakestar. Redstar. Apprentices. New warriors. The focal point of their society.
Camp? Camp. Yes. She was in camp. Her senses started to return to her. The muffled voices of fear and concern around her faded into existence as everyone's pelts suddenly melded into shape.
"Hopechase? What's wrong?"
"Are you alright?"
"Dad - what's wrong with her?"
"Warblerkit, listen to whatever Windfur and Redstar tell you right now. OK?"
"Are you being followed?"
That last one was Windfur. She hated that question. Hated it, hated it. He always asked that. What she hated the most was that she didn't know. She didn't dare look back. The second the leaves in the bushes rustled, the world fell into all-engulfing silence. Long, spindling legs crawled into sight, like weavers threading the air - slowly, gently, with the precision of an owl's talons.
It had no eyes.
But it still saw her.
"Hopechase?"
Hopechase's hackles flattened as a clear, cutting voice pierced through the haze of her mind. Her eyes focused on a bright, white pelt that radiated through the green and brown forest.
"Hopechase, you're alright. You're in camp. You're with clanmates. You're safe."
Iciclepool. It was Iciclepool.
She was wearing a brave mask as she stepped closer towards Hopechase. Iciclepool couldn't hide her fear.
"Hopechase. What happened?"
The adrenaline in Hopechase's veins started to slow. For a brief moment, terror's claws released the molly's heart, and Hopechase seized that moment to fight back. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She took in every scent of comfort and safety in that breath - her clanmates, the sap on the pine trees, the mud and stones, the small cooking fire, the water boiling in a clay pot. She flexed her claws. The grass uprooted itself beneath them. She was alive.
"Woodcrawler," she finally spoke. "I...saw a Woodcrawler. I ran."
Many voices chimed in at once, but Redstar's quickly boomed above the rest as she took her place beside Iciclepool. "Where, and did it follow you?"
"I didn't check," Hopechase said. Her body and voice found their footing as she remembered how to act in an emergency. "Close the gates, now."
"Is anyone out on patrol?" Redstar hissed.
"No. I didn't even know Hopechase was - "
People's voices started overlapping again as the blend of chaos began.
"I'm declaring a lockdown. Iciclepool, Talonpaw, Morningpaw - you three go help Windfur carry Olive to my den right now."
"Barleywave, get your tail up here and pull the other gate rope!" Cloudthunder hissed.
"Yeah yeah, keep your fur on, I'm - WARBLERKIT! What did Redstar just say about lockdown?!"
"Come on Warblerkit, we..."
"NO! Not fair! Dad comes too!"
Hopechase jumped up one of the tall pine trees that the clan's sliding gate was tied to, climbing past Barleywave and telling him curtly, "Go, attend to your kit. I'll do it."
Barleywave's tail flicked with annoyance before he crawled back down, and Cloudthunder looked at the dark grey molly with gratitude.
"Thanks, Hope," Cloudthunder uttered between her teeth as she pulled the bulrush rope off of its handle. Hopechase did the same, slowly bringing the gate of sturdy logs and long branches to a thud. Their camp entrance was now blocked, and their walls were securely surrounded by barricades pine logs, stone and sharpened sticks stolen by Twolegs in their greenleaf place. These walls are what allowed them to survive for countless seasons.
Everyone moved up into Redstar's den, retreating until their backs were as far back against the walls as they could. Iciclepool stood at the den's entrance, looking over the clearing, while Redstar alone stood on top of ForestClan's gate, her ears twitching and her eyes darting. No cat spoke a single word. Even Warblerkit sensed the gravity of the situation, and resigned to hiding under Barleywave's chest fur.
Time crawled as cats waited with held breaths and focused stares. Olive, the newest member of the Clan, glanced at them expectantly. The sheer air of fear prevented her from asking any questions, but they still sat on her tongue.
Hopechase watched Iciclepool wordlessly communicate with Redstar across the clearing as the two kept their vigil. A swaying of the tail every five minutes. A high-pitched chirrup every ten.
By the thirty minute mark, Redstar made a low-pitched, rumbling meow. ForestClan released a collective breath of relief. They were not safe yet. But it seemed the Woodcrawler did not follow Hopechase.
By the time the hour had passed, Redstar announced that the lockdown was over, and that cats could return to their regular duties - but to stay alert and to avoid the paths taken by Hopechase for the next quarter moon. Life breathed into camp once more. Olive finally asked her lingering questions, with a patient Cloudthunder answering her. Windfur received help to escort Olive back to the nursery, and Warblerkit and Shiverkit bombarded Barleywave and Iciclepool with questions, their furs still standing on end.
Hopechase, meanwhile, felt wrong.
She sat in the middle of camp, staring at the fresh kill pile. She ought to grab food and start cooking meals. She...she was supposed to be on kitchen duty with Morningpaw. She was supposed to show her how to remove pelts from their prey. She promised Barleywave she'd do it, because he playfully said he was always no good at it. She even laughed and agreed with him. But she couldn't bring her paws to just pick something from the pile.
She wasn't normally this shaken by Woodcrawler sightings. She was old. She'd seen worse. But she'd also had faith, her entire life, that the world had to be inherently good. Redstar gave her the honor title 'Hopechase' when Lakestar was finally dethroned. For her constant optimism, and faith in her Clan. Even when many cats left ForestClan when Lakestar finally died, even when despair was the only thing in sight, she believed that even in death, things would be okay.
So why now?
"Hopechase."
The dark grey molly turned her head and saw Iciclepool staring at her. The deputy tilted her head and gave her a look of gentle concern. She sat next to her, her fur brushing gently against hers. Iciclepool placed her tail on Hopechase's shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
"Aw, are you worried about little old me?" Hopechase said with a forced purr. Clearly, Iciclepool saw through her on that one.
"Hopechase, it's okay if you're shaken."
"Shaken? No, silly. I'm going to teach Morningpaw how to skin pelts. I'm trying to pick out something," Hopechase insisted.
"Ah yes, because you take more than five minutes staring at the fresh-kill pile as a part of that process. Hope, come on, please be honest with me," Iciclepool meowed, her tail brushing against her clanmate's back gently.
Hopechase still kept a forced smile on her face. "Alright, alright. Maybe the adrenaline wasn't good on my bones. You're right that I'm tired - but I do have a promise to keep."
"Then let me take over."
"I thought you were going to spend time with Shiverkit tonight?"
"She can watch Morningpaw and I. She enjoys staring at cats when they do something new," Iciclepool said with a purr. "Those bright blue eyes of hers are always inquisitive. You should see the amount of questions Windfur is plagued with. The poor boy is inundated."
Hopechase felt her heart beat warmly as she spoke about her kit. Iciclepool was so much more like how she remembered her when they were younger - attentive and loving. Iciclepool remembered every little thing she liked about you, and always let others know. It was her greatest ambition in life to be a mother. If fates were different, maybe Iciclepool would've made a great queen and teacher. She knew Iciclepool always had eyes for Cliffstep alone, and she couldn't blame her - he was a thoughtful, empathetic tom, with similar ambitions to Iciclepool's. His death had destroyed her, and permanently changed her for moons. Hopechase was always worried that she'd never get to see her old self again - but she started to see cracks of it more recently, and her heart swelled every time she saw them. The more she thought about Iciclepool, the better she felt. But she knew the deputy wouldn't allow her to rest on that distraction.
"Hopechase, please. Let me take over the lesson today. I don't want to make it an order, but I will if you don't go to your nest," Iciclepool insisted. By the look in her eyes, Hopechase knew that she wasn't going to be swayed by anything else. The older molly sighed, and got to her feet.
"Alright, alright. I can't say no to our lovely deputy."
Iciclepool's whiskers twitched in amused affection. "Get some good rest."
As Hopechase padded away and slinked into the warriors' den, the light comfort that Iciclepool gave her faded. She felt the weight in her heart sink as the world around her loomed. As she curled up in her nest and stared at the wall, her thoughts swarmed like gnats.
Someone hadn't fed the woods in five moons.
The Clan knew that Redstar was trying. She kept leaving at night and returning in the morning. Her eyes were getting more and more sunken, and her fur was getting kinks. Her silence upon entering camp every morning spoke every word that was needed.
Hopechase buried her face in her bedding. Her lips curled and she suppressed the hiss in her throat.
Olive was pregnant. Everyone knew that now, and no one spoke their fears. The woods were not fair. They were opportunistic. If someone doesn’t sacrifice themselves, it’ll be Olive’s kits, or Warblerkit, or Shiverkit. It will take whichever clanmate is deemed the easiest to catch. It was always the greatest tragedy of ForestClan - that kits were extremely vulnerable to the woods. The only time kits were safe, is if the woods were fed recently.
She should’ve fed the woods.
She was the eldest cat in the clan. Every other cat in the clan was young and lively, with their entire futures ahead of them. And kits - it wasn't fair that so many of them didn't get the chance to truly live. She lived a good life, didn't she? Dying wasn't so bad, right? StarClan was waiting to save her soul. Her family was waiting for her. She could finally see her mother and father again. She could listen to her uncle Rootgrove's stories again, and her brother Icypaw - oh, Icypaw - she missed her littermate. She couldn't remember his face anymore. That hurt her.
She didn't...she didn't have any regrets, right? So why? Why did she just doom the children of her clan?
Hopechase quivered like a kit in leafbare, failing to suppress the sorrow in her chest. She buried her face in moss and pelts, and muzzled her wails, desperately pleading that no cat would walk in. They couldn't - they just couldn't see her like this. She was Hopechase now, and had been for months. Not Lightfoot. Hopechase. The pursuer of hope. She brought her clan hope.
Today, she just went out to bring them food. She brought them back suffering instead.
Why didn’t she just feed the woods?
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askspookyfox · 3 months ago
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What's in the past should stay in the past is all I'mma say about that.
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sincerely-sofie · 6 months ago
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Sofie Plays KinitoPet: Comic Edition
KinitoPet wasn't a game I was really able to liveblog like Slay the Princess, but I made some goofy sketches of the experience! There's oodles of additional comics under the Read More!
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(The camera app genuinely bugged out and wouldn't show anything at this part--- my tech incompetence seems to be bleeding out into how KinitoPet.EXE is able to run on my computer)
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jovieinramshackle · 30 days ago
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Hey! So this happened!
I don't really know what to say other than thank you?? I'm really bad with words but genuinely I'm so grateful for everything 🫶
I've always wanted to be in a small community like this one and I can’t believe I'm part of one now...just genuinely thank you <3
tag list: @ramshacklerumble @thehollowwriter @summerspook @scint1llat3 @skriblee-ksk
@cyanide-latte @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @oya-oya-okay @viperbunnies @gimmeurmoneyagh
@twsted-void @lallopsyou (lmk/dm if you wanna be added)
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rayclubs · 8 months ago
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give me your Sniper takes
Okay so there are two crowds of Sniper fans.
The first crowd believes him to be an anxious mess who has every mental illness. Their Sniper is awkward, insecure, depressed, touch-starved, that Sniper needs to be reassured, hyped up, defended în social situations. They often pair him up with Scout or Demo, who is a more social type - the latter, for the record, I think is a good character duo, though this is the wrong way to go about it. You'll often hear this crowd talk about "sopping wet kitten of a man" and amp up his childhood drama. În other words, they recognize that Sniper has social issues, and believe that a miserable depressed whumpee is the only natural outcome of this.
Then there's the contrarian crowd. They really dislike sad wet kitten Sniper, so they assert that no, he doesn't actually have any social anxiety or childhood trauma at all. They claim it's not in the comics (it is), they misinterpret his professionalism, they pair him up with Medic or Spy to show off how cool and macho he is in comparison. You'll hear them talk about feral Sniper, and most hardcore porn is written by them.
Then in the middle there's me, who has childhood trauma we don't talk about on this blog, and who is pretty socially anxious, yet very distinctly not a mess. I figure that there's more directions one's personality can take as a result of this baggage than is depicted in fandom. Basically, I think Sniper's issues made him kind of an asshole and that's okay.
He has insecurities, so he adopts a professional demeanor and silently judges everyone who doesn't. He's been ostracized în childhood so he doesn't have any experience in building and maintaining relationships. He's anxious so he says rude things to people and barks at them to leave him alone. He gets all tense and twitchy in a crowd and thinks it's the crowd's fault, not his own. Even when he's trying to be nice, he has so little experience and positive role models in his life that he can't help being a dick.
I call it the Raymond Clubs Theory of a Socially Awkward Shithead.
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stellar-collective · 3 months ago
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*clears throat*
“Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."”
(for your ieytd turncoat handler thing)
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the perfect prompt to start off Spooky Month, thank you :]
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pampanope · 4 months ago
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HELLO! I love your work and your art style is just pure gold! anyway i was just wondering what do you think bell would do after surviving do you think he would go back to perseus and become the next Perseus, bide his time in the shadows waiting for the perfect time to have revenge on Adler or something else? as always have an amazing day or night!
Ashdhdhds THANK YOU!❤️🥰
Omgomgomg ok soo
I’m of the mind that at that final confrontation, Adler did mean to shoot to kill Bell.
Subconsciously? He couldn’t. Thus affecting his shot, missing just enough to keep it from being fatal. Bell falls, and, with a heavy heart, Russell assumes, that was the end.
But Bell lives.
He takes time to fully recover and examine his options. He could always become the next Perseus…but for what? Whatever dreams his former pre-Adler self had no longer burned with the same fire they once did.
He thinks about what he’ll say, what he’ll do once he’s finally got him within arms reach. He thinks about the deep fracture within his mind, split between the vitriol he has for Adler from his days as man of Perseus, and the admiration he still feels for the man from their time together. Both parts of himself fight for supremacy and it’s maddening.
Bell wants to hear Adler praise him again, for a job well done. He wants more late nights together examining intel.
Bell also wants to wrap his hands around the man’s throat. He wonders how the other would look with blood staining scarred lips.
Maddening.
Bell makes his mind up, decides to seek out the man who had placed him on his current path. He uses whatever resources and assets he has to track down Adler to a modest home nestled in-between Langley, Virginia and Washington, DC.
Hidden across the street in a parked car, Bell catches his first glimpse of Adler as the man is leaving his home, looking the same as ever.
He makes to get out of the car with every intention of cornering Adler, make him pay for what he has done to him, bask in his presence once more…
Until a smaller form rushes out the door in excitement. A young boy tugs at Adler’s jacket with impatience. The man looks down at the child with a soft smile.
And suddenly everything he thought he knew about the calculating scarred man (who would shatter his mind for the sake of millions) is in disarray.
“…What?”
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(This is gonna be where the comics with Bell will jump off of✨ Bells look at this part of Adler they way he looks at ciphers lol
Love? Nah.
Hate? Nah.
Obsession? YES.)
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citrus-sours · 3 months ago
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I like Henry Hotline bcuz he's SOOO clearly sexy bait, and that's so funny, like objectively mocking the trope of people always finding a horror game character to get horny over. But I love him because he's just a dude with a nasty ass headache. Let's take ibuprofen together ❤️
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hyloblates-blog-blog · 5 months ago
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seeing people post about isat and the role of the player in the metanarrative
i would like to posit that siffrin is, in fact, literally me fr fr
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