#the inspectors hoard

[inspector-m3]

Bio thingy

hey im inspector me you can call me inspector for short or whatever tbh. I write a bunch of random stuff. im getting ready for university so i can't promise reliable or regular updates but my asks are always open! You can ask me pretty much anything unless it's too much into my irl life (like what school did you go to and stuff like that, things like my favourite animal or trivial stuff is fine :] )

you are welcome to ask for requests as long as it follows the rough guidelines below, if you're not sure ask anyways and I'll let you know!

What I do

Male Reader

gender neutral reader

anime

haikyuu

jjk (jujitsu kaisen) ((I've only watched the anime))

black clover

blue exorcist

one piece (currently on episode 212 but I've already had a few spoilers lol)

demon slayer

hxh

dorohedoro

dan da dan

T.V

Merlin (BBC)

Titans (DC show)

The Boys (haven't finished yet but im almost done i think)

Books

Percy Jackson (im not as involved with the fandom and I've only read the basic series)

Skulduggery pleasant

Half bad (Bastard son of the devil himself) (both the show and the books)

other

rick and morty

call of duty (mostly ghost tbh but ask away)

What I dont do

rape (i feel like i shouldn't have to write this but ive seen a few things on this site so y'know)

paedophilia

incest (of any kind)

male pregnancy (it's just not my cuppa)

Abuse (makes me kinda uncomfortable to write characters like that)

Fem reader (im not a woman, i did try to write it but it just felt off to me, if you really want me to write something with Fem reader and it hasn't got much to do with plot i might be able to do it but if not it'll just be GN)

I might have to add a few if I get any more requests but for now this is it.

If you want something that isn't mentioned on here dont be afraid to ask or even just chat. I watch a lot of anime and other medias and i dont mind researching something just to write it for you.

My boundaries

I dont really have much lmao. i dont mind swearing or dark humour just remember to be respectful :] i won't tolerate any racism, homophobia or anything like that.

also, since im new im still figuring out tags so my apologies if i tag something wrong, let me know and I'll fix it asap!

my tags:

the inspectors hoard - just reblogs of cool stuff or random shit.

the inspector thinks - drabbles, head cannons, random thoughts.

the inspector writes - writing obviously.

the inspectors interrogation - responding to asks.

the inspectors rants - unrelated to writing, just me talking about random stuff.

[inspector-m3]

irish skeleton in a suit with old fashioned revolvers

explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

go!

[raining-anonymously]

right, okay, so i’m thinking maybe after all that eldritch nonsense, and that sudden immortality, and maybe a few hundred years on the Aurora, and the eventual acquiring of an accordion, maybe then Lyf can start enjoying themself

ID in alt text!

[blueiscoool]

Hidden For 2,000 Years: UK’s Biggest Iron Age Hoard Unearthed

Iron age hoard found in North Yorkshire could change Britain’s history.

One of the biggest and most important iron age hoards ever found in the UK has been revealed, potentially altering our understanding of life in Britain 2,000 years ago.

More than 800 objects were unearthed in a field near the village of Melsonby, North Yorkshire. They date back to the first century, around the time of the Roman conquest of Britain under Emperor Claudius, and are almost certainly associated with a tribe called the Brigantes who controlled most of northern England.

The objects include parts from wagons and/or chariots including 28 iron tyres, elaborate harnesses for at least 14 horses, bridle bits, ceremonial spears and two beautifully ornate cauldrons, one of which was probably used as a wine mixing bowl.

Experts involved in the find, described as internationally important, say the objects may lead to a reassessment of how we understand subjects such as wealth, status, trade and travel among Britain’s iron age tribes.

The hoard was discovered and reported just before Christmas 2021 by a metal detectorist, Peter Heads, who got a reading, dug a hole and realised he needed expert help.

He contacted Prof Tom Moore, the head of archaeology at Durham University, who had been conducting research in the area. Moore saw right away the potential significance of what had been uncovered but had no idea it would be of such a jaw-dropping scale.

“Finding a hoard or collection of 10 objects is unusual, it’s exciting, but finding something of this scale is just unprecedented,” he said. “We were not expecting it … I think for everybody on the team, we were just lost for words.”

After securing £120,000 funding from Historic England, excavations took place in 2022, including the removal of one large block of tangled metal objects that may have been in a bag together.

Moore said the horse harnesses pulling the wagons or chariots were beautifully decorated with coral and coloured glass and, with the vehicles, would have been quite a sight. “They would have looked incredible,” he said. “It just emphasises that these people had real status and real wealth.

“Some people have regarded the north as being impoverished compared to the iron age of the south of Britain. This shows that individuals there had the same quality of materials and wealth and status and networks as people in the south.

“They challenge our way of thinking and show the north is definitely not a backwater in the iron age. It is just as interconnected, powerful and wealthy as iron age communities in the south.”

Keith Emerick, an inspector of ancient monuments at Historic England, said the decision to provide funding was agreed the same day Moore contacted him. “The scale of the find and the material in it is completely unparalleled in this country,” he said. “To have something like this from the north of England is really exceptional.”

He recalled seeing the objects laid out at Durham. “It was one of those wow moments really, just to see how rich and splendid and mind-bogglingly beautiful some of it is. It has been a once-in-a-lifetime find for everyone involved.”

Moore said the working assumption was that the high-status objects belonged to someone who was “probably part of a network of elites across Britain, into Europe and even the Roman world”.

A lot of the material had been burned, suggesting it may have been part of a funerary pyre for an elite person before being thrown in a ditch.

Moore said one of the most exciting parts of the discovery was the first evidence of four-wheeled wagons used by iron age tribes in Britain, possibly imitating vehicles seen in continental Europe. He said: “We’re going to have spend years thinking what did these vehicles look like, where did they come from?”

The Melsonby hoard has been valued at £254,000 and a fundraising campaign to secure it for the nation will be launched by the Yorkshire Museum in York.

Its discovery was announced jointly by Historic England, Durham University and the British Museum.

The heritage minister, Chris Bryant, said the hoard was an extraordinary find “which will help us to better understand the fabric of our nation’s history”.

Emerick said the find posed lots of interesting questions. Julius Caesar led the first Roman expeditions to Britain a century before Claudius’s invasion and the Brigantes would have known about them. “You kind of look at this material and ask is this people thinking about the end of something, or are they thinking about the beginning of something?”

By Mark Brown North.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

LET THEM FEAST

This piece was inspired by this Mickey Mouse cartoon as well as this early episode from Spongebob.

So tell me, do you wanna go?

The cafeteria doors parted, swinging open as any other door would—but to Fellow and Gidel, it was as if the gates to heaven were welcoming them. Humming chatter and the smells of delicious foods churned out from beyond. Deeply inhaling, tasting the aromas in the back of one’s throat, made their bodies light and floaty, as if hunger had made them weightless.

They followed a hoard of uniformed boys with trays, drifting to buffet stations loaded with dishes they could only dream of. Slabs of roast beef dripping with mushroom gravy, racks od lamb, game birds with crisped skin, fish glistening with herb butter, steaming stews with vegetables bobbing in a sea of rich broth, fluffy rice, cakes sliced wide and trifles stacked tall. The paper-thin slice of bread and beans they had for supper had never looked quite so sorry.

Gidel didn’t notice that his mouth was agape and slick with saliva until a cane tucked under his chin and closed it for him. Fellow pulled the young boy close, a hand on his arm as he wildly gestured to the waiting delicacies.

“Take a gander, Giddie! All that food’s free and ours for the taking!!” he chirped. “Ready your fork and knife, we’re going to eat like kings today!”

Arm in arm, the duo dove into the bar, grabbing as much as they reasonably could. Generous scoops of mashed potato, the biggest pieces of meat, plenty of sauce, the largest loaves. Gidel rushed about with an apple crammed into his mouth and Fellow snuck oyster crackers into his breast pocket (as a late-night snack).

While their plates piled higher and higher, the mob students grew more irritable. Elbowing them out of the way, snatching up popular itwms, and taking far more than their share had the tendency to invoke ire. The mobs casted dirty looks at Fellow and Gidel, others raising their voices at the kitchen.

“Oi, where’s the refill of tomato soup? I’ve been waitin’ for forever over here!”

“When’re the dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggies gonna be done…”

“I’m so hungry I could eat a whole horse. What’s the damn hold up?!”

“Be patient, boys!” a ghost chef callee back. He grunted as he hailed a vat of curry off of the stove. “It takes time to prepare the food.”

“They’re ravenous today,” remarked the lead chef. “Wonder what’s going on. We normally don’t have to prepare this much.”

By this time, Fellow (trailed by Gidel) had pushed his way to the front of the crowd. He set down his tray (the tower of food upon it wobbling, threatening to collapse) and waved enthusiastically at the chefs.

“Afternoon, gents! How’s it going? Looks to me like you’re hard at work feeding all these wayward souls.”

“Oh, um. Just fine, thank you.” The head chef blinked. He liked to think that he recognized all of the students and staff that came into his dining room, but he was drawing a total blank with Fellow and Gidel. “Er… Sorry, are you new around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you boys before.”

“Fufu, that’s right. We’re new to these parts.”

“They ain’t even students,” an angry mob student behind him piped up.

The lead chef startled. Worry crumpled his round, marshamallowy face. “Oh dear, not students? The buffet is only open to them and staff.” He glanced at Fellow’s pickings. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to return all that.”

Anger and annoyance shot through the fox beastman. Tch…! Those NRC brats, looking down on me! Why should they get to gorge themselves on this stuff while the rest of us beg for their scraps?!

He reached down and gripped Gidel’s hand, giving the young boy a reassuring squeeze. Gidel offered a sleepy grin back.

Watch this. I’ll turn this entire situation around and have them eating out of the palm of my hand.

He let out a theatrical gasp, then summoned his most charming smile. “My bad, I forgot to introduce myself! You see, I am a health inspector sent by the Department of Magic Education to evaluate your menu! Gidel here’s my trusty assistant.”

The leader of the ghost chefs scratched his head. “Huh? Is that what a health inspector does…?”

“Of course, or cooourse! All a part of the job description, my friend.” Fellow indicated his absurd amount of food. “They’re looking to implement new standards for magic school menus—and where better to look at as a model for reference than THE famous Night Raven College? The education it offers is elite, so the meals it offers must be elite as well! That’s why they’ve sent us to try one of everything, to evaluate the quality of your wares.”

Gidel bobbed his head. (He had little clue what he was actually agreeing with, but he agreed nevertheless.)

“Come ON, you don’t seriously buy this crap, do you?” a mob student groaned. “The old fart’s clearly lying!!”

Other voices joined him, but they all fell upon deaf ears. The head chef’s eyes sparkled, his pasty white cheeks rosy with excitement.

“Oooooh, why didn’t you say so sooner?! W-We will absolutely do everything in our power to accommodate your needs, Sir Health Inspector!” He turned to his kitchen staff. “Isn’t this so exciting, everyone? We’ll be the first group of ghosts to receive a fancy accolade after death!”

A murmur of approval weaved through the kitchen. The dining room, however, erupted into a fresh round of protests.

“You’re joking!!”

“That’s such an obvious lie.”

“How can you believe that bullcrap?!”

Keheheh, never underestimate the power of this Fellow Honest-sama’s silver tongue 🎶 I didn’t even need to use my unique magic to cut to the front of the line. Some people are just born suckers and stay suckers in the afterlife.

He smirked, giving a triumphant twirl of his cane. “Sorry, folks! You snooze, you lose. We get first dibs on everything~”

“Hah?! What’d ya just say to me?” A vein bulged on a Savanaclaw student’s forehead. He was about double Fellow’s width and rippling with muscle. “Like hell you are!”

“The way you talk is pissin’ me off!!” chimed in a Diasomnia student. He drew his baton and aimed it at Fellow. “I oughta shut you up for good!”

The idea was a seed, taking root and festering among his peers. Other students were producing their own magical pens, out of pockets and from inside vests.

Fellow paled, balking but keeping himself between the mobs and Gidel. “H-Hey now, can’t we talk this over? Violence doesn’t solve everything, you know!”

“YES IT DOES,” the mobs retorted—in unison for once. Hungry and angry, a terrible combination.

Gidel whimpered. No sound, but Fellow could sense it in the way the boy retreated into his coat. A free hand found its way to the small of Gidel’s back, keeping him upright.

Don’t let them see you like that. Weak, downtrodden. It’s letting them have the moral victory.

His grin widened. He was a fox looking to sink his teeth into unsuspecting prey.

“Why spend your youth grumpy and causing trouble? You should lighten up, live a little, laugh a little. Here, I’ll show you how. Just follow me! Come on to the Theater!! Life is Fun!!”

Fellow spun his cane, releasing a light shower of sparkles upon the crowd. They floated down, popping like popping on their skin. Eyes glazed over, twisted expressions slackened.

“Now then!!” Fellow, raised his cane like a baton, still spinning as he conducted his herd. He, poised as the ringleader. “Right this way, right this way, gentlemen! Let’s have a lively parade to the courtyard on this fine day!”

“The weather is nice today…”

“Coach said I need to get more exercise in.”

“I’ve been stressed about classes, I need to take this break.”

Marching—one, two, one, two—Fellow led the procession out of the cafeteria. He belted out a tune as he ushered students through the exit.

“Hi-diddle-dee-dee, actor's life for me!”

(Gidel pranced in and out of the line of students, reaching into pockets and retrieving miscellaneous items. Pencils, a keychain, spare change. He stashed them under his hat.)

“A high silk hat and a silver cane, a watch of gold with a diamond chain!”

When the last student was gone, Fellow made a U-turn and rushed back into the cafeteria, slamming the doors behind him. He dropped his smile, letting it shatter like a porcelain teacup and not bothering to salvage the remains.

“Sheesh, they’re finally out of my fur!” Fellow sighed deeply. “Those rotten kids really had to make me work hard for my meal...”

Gidel scrambled over to him, pulling out the various items he had clumsily pilfered. Look what I got! he seemed to say.

Fellow brightened, ruffling the child’s messy brown mop. “Atta boy, Giddie! We sure showed those snooty rich kids what for, eh?”

At that moment, the head chef bursted out of the kitchen juggling a tray of apple strudel. He was followed by several other ghosts, each carrying a new dish.

“Sorry for the wait, here’s the… Huh?” The head chef glanced around the nearly empty cafeteria, his brows knitting. “Where did everybody go?”

“Must’ve gone out for a stroll Fine by me, they’re letting us get right down to business,” Fellow laughed, clapping a hand on Gidel’s shoulder. “C’mon, that’s enough excitement for one day. Let’s dig in!”

[moonshine-nightlight]

WIP Folder Ask Game

thanks at @snowkissedmonsters for the tag! i should be working or sleeping but i don't want to lol. gonna be tired anyways and i'd like to spend some time thinking about writing instead ^^

Gotta modify the game a little because i have so many story ideas and only going to put up title and a bit of info for 1) WIPs i have writing for, not just notes/outlines, 2) only in the monster romance genre, and 3) are for short stories/novellas because otherwise i'd still be typing out this post (i have a problem lol)

Avian Care - ReaderxF!Harpy. kinda my own creature but she's magic and she's got wings and is intimidating as all hell. seen as a rare, dangerous, cursed creature even though she's been helping. after a big battle she masically won for them, she's asked to leave and care for her wounds on her own so ppl dont freak out she's here. reader goes with her to help.

Bad Case of Loving You - M!Witch!ReaderxWerebear - witch accidentally love potions the whole town and the only one immune is his crush. i wonder why?

Bedwarmer - ReaderxF!Orc - mountain orc was awarded a small fief for her service in the war and asked if she wanted a bedwarmer. reader volunteered for the extra money. orc took it the title literally and is leaving both pining in The Only One Bed

Cat Goddess - ReaderxF!Diety - before the Big Fight, mysterious woman comes by the campfire and offers to help for a rpice, readers takes the offer and is now unkillable but has to random side quests for the cat diety whenever asked

Courtship Confusion - ReaderxM!Siren/Harpy - urban fantasy inspectors, friends to lovers, see masterpost for chaps 1 and 2

Darren's an Asshole - from the POV of a monster under your bed and the neglected children they end up taking care of. eventually pairing with two of the kids mom who didn't realize how shit her BIL was at babysitting lol

Feral - ReaderxF!Hellhound - the house left to you has some strange rules, but it was a free house. everything was pretty normal til the ominous dog kept showing up.

Fortune - Dragon!ReaderxF!Human- modern fantasy, the human you hired to be the financial consultant on your hoard is so good at her job and you gets so jealous about her hypothetically advising another dragon that you propose and double down when she's tries to giv u an out

Free Piano: Haunted - ReaderxM!Ghost, you pick up a piano to restore for your kid, it comes with a seventeenth century pissed off ghost

Goddaughter - ReaderxM!Demon - after being kidnapped by ur estranged father's supernatural enemies your neighbor shows up to rescue you and your daughter, because apparently your dad made a deal for your daughters soul before you were even born. and to think u'd had a crush on him before this

Of Lions and Lambs - ReaderXF!Werewolf - A/O. powerful werewolves made it a law that humans compatible with mating with werwolves were to be married off to restore populations after the War and you'd been successfully not getting tested for years until someone tests and reveals it you are one of those compatible humans at the worst possible moment. ur best friends steps in because surprise she's a werewolf to save u from creep!werewolf (and u've been pining after her for years) guess u gotta get married now.

Quid Pro Quo - ReaderxM!Demon - you're helping a demon figure out the fraud in his demon company and he's helping you figure out a loophole to get ur kids out of a deal your ex's corupt family made

Runalong - ReaderxGN!Runalong - the creature you used to imagine running alongside your car as you moved all over the place for ur parents jobs starts appearing to you as your travel as an adult.

Seen - ReaderxF!Demon - as you get to know a supernatural ally you see more and more of their true form. its not until you mention you can see their wings that they realize how close you've gotten.

So Close (Yet So Far Away) - M!ReaderxM!Werewolf - your friend's overprotective brother offers to let you two stay with him during an internship you both got and he can't seem to tell that you aren't interested in her. also the siblings are both werewolves but know the other is due to Circumstances

Kidnapped Musician - ReaderxM!Orc - based on the story about Fats Waller. in 1920s ur kidnapped by secret supernatural mafia but just cuz the boss loves your music. you have a wild multiple day party with the gang and come away with a special connection to one of the right hand guys to the boss

Minotaur Heir - ReaderxM!Minotaur - after the kings oldest human son leads you on and then humilitatingly leaves you for another, you decide to get your revenege. turns out his dad locked his minotaur son away in the labrynth but didnt actually disinherit him. you decide to marry him and take the kingdom for urselves

Postman PI - ReaderxF!EldritchEntity - rural area postal worker, mysterious packages addressed vaguely, friendship as they get to know one another. who gave this being access to the internet?

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

I actually think @snowkissedmonsters tagged everyone i'd tag (and idk enough ppl to tag according to the rules) so anyone who wants to share their wips, consider urself tagged lol

thanks again!

[breadandlottery]

Hi so I wanted to ask about your Gihun/Inho analysis post if that’s ok? Curious if you don’t see Inho as the antagonist as it says in the last bit he’s adversary but not antagonist? Sorry if this will not make sense English is not my first!

Your English is great, don’t apologize! This is an excellent question, anon, and something that I’ve thought a bunch about. Sorry I’m about to ramble a bit here.

So. From an in-universe Watsonian perspective, I think sure, In-ho/Frontman can be viewed as an antagonist, especially in season 2. He’s the one that our hero is trying to get to, the one that he faces off with, etc.

From an outside Doylist perspective (in my opinion) he’s definitely not capital "T" The villain or The antagonist.

So there's this concept called the myth of meritocracy or the meritocratic illusion, that argues that in capitalist systems, the ability of those on the lower rungs of the social/economic ladder to move up or jump to a higher social class based on merit is not attainable for most people. This myth benefits the ruling class in several ways:

it implies that they have earned their place at the top.

it upholds the belief that those that are struggling economically are in that position due to their own failures and not because the ruling class is exploiting their labor and hoarding resources.

it gives people the illusion of opportunity if they just "work hard enough", which pushes people to devote their labor and resources to the system, ultimately benefitting the ruling class more than themselves.

it sows division among those not in the ruling class, and gives people permission to look down on anyone lower than themselves as lazy, unworthy, etc.

Given the benefits of upholding the myth, the ruling class propagandizes. In order for the propaganda to work and maintain the myth, some people from the lower rungs do need to move up, so the ruling class can tokenize them, and say “Look, it IS possible”, and so those that move up, even a little, pledge loyalty to the ruling class and help maintain the myth.

That’s what happened with In-ho (and the recruiter to a lesser extent), and In-ho was a prime candidate for tokenizing for two reasons:

He was in law enforcement. Without going all acab on here, law enforcement generally exists to maintain the assets and safety of the wealthy, even though those who work in law enforcement are not from a wealthy background. (If you hear cops call “class traitors” or the like, this is why)

His financial trouble was a result of his wife’s illness. Even though he himself was in the same predicament as the players he calls trash, he really believes that he is better than them, because he didn’t gamble away his money or go into debt because he was lazy, stupid, unemployed, etc. This is because he believes in the meritocracy, but believes that his circumstance was different and special and unfair and everyone else's was their own fault.

So In-ho believes the myth, and he upholds the myth and the oppressive system that perpetuates it. BUT, sadly, so do many many many people who are suffering under the same system. He’s ultimately a victim of capitalism, just like the other players, the guards, the recruiter, basically everyone who is *working* and not *watching*.

From out here in the Doylist world, none of those characters are the antagonists except the game creators and the VIP/game watchers.

I believe Gi-hun understands this-- this is what he meant in telling the recruiter that he is nothing more than their dog. So if he learns how In-ho became the Frontman, he'll see that In-ho is the same. Maybe the top dog, but still a dog.

This is also why I think In-ho will have some kind of, if not redemption, at least tragic epiphany, where he realizes that the way he's justified his actions and touted the "fairness" of the games is all bullshit, and that he's ultimately no better than the people he called horses and human trash. I want an Inspector Javert soliloquy from him, to be honest. Some redemption would be nice because I like him as a character and would want that for him, and the subplot with his brother kind of sets up the opportunity for him to sacrifice himself… but we’ll see.

(I’ve considered that this perspective on the antagonists could be taken even further to make the argument that those in the ruling class are ALSO just victims of the system, and the system itself is the antagonist that we need to overcome, but I honestly don’t have coherent thoughts on that, it’s kind of a nebulous idea to me that *feels* like it might be correct but I don’t have the words/knowledge to go into depth.)

Anyway yeah sorry for the dissertation, I think this is such a great question and something I thought A LOT about after watching season 2 for the second time. It has actually pushed me to be a lot more cognizant of this concept in the real world as well (and given the current climate in the US right now it’s been VERY hard to see some of the opposition as victims of the system and not villains… but I am trying because I believe that’s the only path to a better system).

[justgarb]

I just gotta say I am so proud of my wife. She pestered the hell out of me at work with video calls, needing tech support for fixing and rethreading my sewing machine.

This is what I came home to.

A free-sewn mermaid tail pajama/sleep sack in fleece, using my fabric hoard, made for my daughter. This is insane. I would have taken DAYS to plan this and get the guts to put it together

This is the same woman who's recipes are "whatever, whatever" but makes the some of the best food I've ever tasted and tells me she doesn't know how to cook. Who did I marry, and what did I do to deserve her? I kind of feel like the chief inspector from Hot Fuzz.

[inspector-m3]

demon pokedex

Rin would absolutely believe whatever ChatGPT tells him

[inthegoodbooks]

the house in the cerulean sea (review)

This was such a cute book, as I’m sure anyone on here would be very quick to tell me - and it was exactly what I needed after finishing Robin Hobb’s fabulous (but quite dense) The Farseer Trilogy.

In this book, we meet Linus Baker: a real rule follower with a bit of a stick up his butt, whilst also having a heart of pure gold. When he is assigned a level 4 Classified case in his job as an orphanage inspector (essentially) he gets far more than he bargained for… but it ends up being precisely what he needs.

The cast of characters that Klune introduces us to are such a wonderful balance of cooky, clever and compelling. From little Lucy, the Antichrist (not a word used in the orphanage), to Sal the were-Pomeranian… Talia, the female, bearded, garden gnome, to Theodore the button-hoarding wyvern… Chauncy, a jelly-like creature that no one knows the origin of (apart from the fact that he really really wants to be a bellhop!) Phee, the forest sprite… and of course: Arthur. Klune’s creations paint such an endearing image: one I am sure will not leave my mind for a long, long time.

Add to this the fantastically realistic (despite its fantastical setting and elements) queer representation and you know I am just absolutely 100% here. For. It.

Bravo, TJ Klune, 4.75 stars for you.

[neuro-nest]

Feeling like a travel greblin (gremlin-goblin) is weird. I’m on the bus home and I saw a Tesco I’ve never been to, so of course I automatically thought, ‘Hey, I wonder how it’s different from all of the other Tescos I’ve been to??’

The layout, size, subtle differences in stock…

It’s like being an inspector or scientist documenting and studying specimens.

And now I’ve forgotten what else I wanted to type.

It was something along the lines of, ‘If I got teleported to the infinite IKEA SCP/Backrooms, apart from the SCPs/monsters, I would so vibe there’. Throw in a few real human people to see but inevitably ignore, along with wifi, and it’d be swell. I would claim all the nifty furniture and create a hoard of knickknacks. I’d pile all the rugs, pillows, and mattresses in a glorious mountain.

[ab--n]

HAAAPY HALLOWSEVE .. I LOVE YOUR ART, IM GOING TO WRAP IT UP IN A BLANKET, PUT IT IN A BASKET AND SEND IT FLOATING DOWN THE STREAM IN THE MIDDLE OF A DARK, RAINY, COLD NIGHT. HAVING TO SAY GOODBYE TO MY BABY (your art) BECAUSE IM BEING CHASED BY A HOARD OF CONSERVATIVES WITH THEIR PITCHFORKS AND TORCHES… MY BABY (your art) WILL END UP BEING TAKEN IN BY SOME POPE THREE TOWNS OVER AND GET RAISED BY HIM, UNTIL THE POPE DOES AND MY BABY (your art) SETS OFF TO FIND ME ONLY TO FIGURE OUT THAT I AM IN FACT DEAD WITH A TOMBSTONE SAYING “Dead Liberal number 1027”. MY BABY (your art) WILL END UP DESTROYING CONSERVATIVES AND SAVING THE WORLD IN MY HONOUR…..

But yea uh happy Halloween :33!!

𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓶𝓮…? 👨‍❤️‍👨

(This is a joke, please,… or is it?)

Happy Halloween to you too Dj!! and no. (To the proposal) As a thank you here's some facts about my fangan cast lol

-Micheal Sebasi(Ultimate Mortician) is unable to leave their hair alone, he as bleached it so many times that at this point, it unsalvageable.

-Sean Denis's (Ultimate Baker) beta designs portrayed him as an albino. (He was shot too once.)

-Khali Abdullahi(Ultimate Meteorologist) is colorblind, she only found this out when she realized that Micheal hair is not in fact piss yellow but light green.

-Momo Ciani (Ultimate Safety Inspector) shouldn't be allowed to touch any animal because that poor thing might die due to his strong grip.

-Nikki Paltrovien(Ultimate mathematician) can watch human centipede without flinching or gagging at all.

-Terrence Alexander (Ultimate child caretaker) was a former gang member and has a criminal record.

-Diana Bahlog(Ultimate Executioner) is somewhat resistant to ingesting cleaning supplies.

-Kiyozi Tomoka (Ultimate Ice skater) is incredibly sassy in his native tongue and has shit talks about the rest of his classmates to his older sister.

-Tophy Anderson's (Ultimate Bassist) bandmates are her childhood friends and helped her go no contact with her family. (She lives with her younger and older brother.)

-Sam Keteron (Ultimate Cheerleader) is completely face blind, so naturally she isn't able to recognize Micheal (or hell a majority of the cast) for the life of her.

-Mia Kunami (Ultimate Biologist) despite being shy and quite timid, is good friends with a lot of people especially Kilan.

-Formelaa Unimo(Ultimate Tailor) is actually my favorite character and I love to write his dialogue whenever I have to chance to.

-Courtney N'dego (Ultimate Soldier) is basically the mother of the group but like... In a teen mom way.

-Saezi Aishaf (Ultimate Unlucky Student) can play piano quite well, just that each time when he wants to play it. The piano is not tuned properly.

-Milo Xidhio (Ultimate Acrobatic) is a bit of hoarder and use to steal stuff from others occasionally. I say they are the most morally gray in the cast.

-Amanda Wiliiam (Ultimate Pop Sensation) has the biggest inferiority complex and sets high expectations of herself to the point where they can actually hurt her. Luckily, she has Her.

-M.K (Ultimate Butler) is indeed a robot similar to MonoBononi but he has free will. So he has a shock collar to make sure he listens.

-MonoBononi (Ultimate Captain of the Blimp) are a single entity but they have two bodies so that monochrome effect can take place. (Sorry if this doesn't sound coherent, I am on painkillers)

[inspector-m3]

woahhh, cool art!

After a tough mission

[radrage]

Fallout Companions and the Jobs They'd Have in a Modern AU

Cait: Physical Therapist. I feel like she'd be either a PT/OT or an actual therapist. Specifically for sportspeople. Though this is if Sole meets her post-boxing career. If not, well, she's a Boxer.

Curie: School Nurse. No doubt in my mind. She loves working with kids. Thinks they're the "future we all need". Also thinks they're adorable and the stories they have for her are always really sweet. She's adored by the entire school (which is probably an elementary/middle school) and always gives her patients a lollipop.

Codsworth: Butler/Nanny. That's a given. I mean, he's programmed to be a butler. Think an Alfred type-beat. Loves to cook on the side and his employers always love when he cooks for them.

Danse: OSHA employee/Safety Inspector. Another pretty obvious one. Is really vigorous and the GMs he shakes down always despise getting him for checks. Takes his job very seriously. Post BB (TBD what that translates to in a modern AU), he works as a freelance mechanic. Always some form of grease/oil on his uniform.

Deacon: Makeup Artist, duh. Or a SFX artist. Loves his craft, probably cosplays on the side. I don't have much to say for Deacon, but he probably holds competitions with his fellow artists for "best wig" and things like that. He hoards the entries to those comps.

Dogmeat: Instagram dog. 600k followers, MINIMUM. We love Dogmeat here, he deserves the best. Spends his days chasing ducks and barking at cars, much to Sole's (and DM's follower's) delight.

Hancock: Laid-back Gas Station employee. Sells weed on the side. Always zoinked out of his mind and probably needs a detox. Doesn't do much on the clock, but when his higher-ups come in, he straightens out. Pretends to not see the homeless people swiping ramen/chip packets because "Fuck capitalism. Homies need to eat."

MacCready: The homeless person Hancock refuses to call the cops on (/j). In seriousness, MacCready probably works as a freelance builder. For my Aussies, think a Tradie. Doesn't like his job and wants nothing more than to be a stay-at-home Dad, but needs to work for Duncan's sake. Very dusty, all the time.

Valentine: Grief Counsellor. Helps those who lost loved ones to manage their emotions. Always dreamed of being a detective, but never got the chance. I feel like that helps him connect with his patients as he lost something close to him as well. Maybe worked as a detective in his early days but had to retire after Winter's End?

Piper: English Teacher/assistant. Maybe works at the same school Curie does. Buys weed from Hancock. She wants to be a reporter, but a stable job is more important to her so she can care for Nat. Adores her kids, but despises the workload. Teaches night classes for those who struggle with English.

Preston: Works in the community department of the local government. Organises homeless drives, soup kitchens, etc. Really into charity work and probably volunteers on the side. Aggressively nice to everyone who comes into his office. "HAVE SOME TEA. PLEASE, EAT. EAT."

Strong: Works under MacCready. Demolitions expert. That or a Personal Trainer, for obvious reasons. He'd be really into whatever he does and keeps his head down for the most part. Goes to Piper's night classes.

x6: The manager who hates Danse. Probably works in a government-sanctioned building, so he actually works with Danse a lot. Sits in his office that probably has a catwalk over the actual building and looks down on his peasant employees. Think Lord Farquaad.

[mariana-oconnor]

Black Peter pt 1

Haven't heard of this one either. Let's hope that's down to the fact it's a later story and not because it isn't popular anymore because of *looks at title* reasons.

I have never known my friend to be in better form, both mental and physical, than in the year '95.

Watson does keep waxing poetic about the year 1895. Must have been an epic year.

Holmes, however, like all great artists, lived for his art's sake, and, save in the case of the Duke of Holdernesse, I have seldom known him claim any large reward for his inestimable services.

Do we know the Duke of Holdernesse? I don't remember his name. How rude was he to Holmes that Holmes took his money? I feel like that must be arsehole tax.

So unworldly was he—or so capricious—that he frequently refused his help to the powerful and wealthy where the problem made no appeal to his sympathies...

More evidence for the Sherlock Holmes hates the rich theory. It's not that he's unworldly or capricious, Watson, it's that usually they're the bad guys (please see King of Bohemia). Not to put modern biases on a historical fictional character or anything.

down to his arrest of Wilson, the notorious canary-trainer

What did he train the canaries to do?

Was it, like, an entire hoard of pickpocketing birds?

Did they murder people for him? What?

Google tells me it might have been a euphemism for brothel-keeper. Or a singing teacher. So... honestly that story could go any number of ways. I think I'll stick to actual canaries, though. Probably in Canary Wharf.

During the first week of July my friend had been absent so often and so long from our lodgings that I knew he had something on hand. The fact that several rough-looking men called during that time and inquired for Captain Basil...

Watson pining at home while Holmes is out with rough-looking men and having them call him Captain...

...made me understand that Holmes was working somewhere under one of the numerous disguises and names with which he concealed his own formidable identity.

Honestly, I feel like this is character development. Before Watson would have just been 'Holmes is away' and 'Who is Captain Basil?', two entirely separate lines of thought. Now he has connected the dots. Proud of you, buddy!

...he strode into the room, his hat upon his head and a huge barbed-headed spear tucked like an umbrella under his arm.

“If you could have looked into Allardyce's back shop you would have seen a dead pig swung from a hook in the ceiling, and a gentleman in his shirt-sleeves furiously stabbing at it with this weapon. I was that energetic person, and I have satisfied myself that by no exertion of my strength can I transfix the pig with a single blow."

Everyone needs a hobby.

I recognised him at once as Stanley Hopkins, a young police inspector for whose future Holmes had high hopes...

Oh hai, Hopkins!

"However, my friend Dr. Watson knows nothing of this matter, and I should be none the worse for hearing the sequence of events once more."

For the sake of Watson and us, the invisible audience, please to be info-dumping exposition policeman!

"In 1883 he commanded the steam sealer Sea Unicorn, of Dundee."

"He has been known to drive his wife and his daughter out of doors in the middle of the night, and flog them through the park until the whole village outside the gates was aroused by their screams."

Can't say I'm entirely sorry Captain Carey is dead. In fact, maybe just chalk this up as self-inflicted and leave it at that. Whoever did it probably had a good reason.

However, the nickname doesn't seem to really be racist, so that's better than it could have been. Swarthy, as far as I'm aware, refers to tanned/weather beaten skin usually, which makes sense for a longtime sailor.

"He had built himself a wooden outhouse—he always called it ‘the cabin’—a few hundred yards from his house, and it was here that he slept every night. It was a little, single-roomed hut, sixteen feet by ten."

The original man cave?

The description of him is not crying out the sort of man who would keep tobacco on hand just in case his friends wanted some. It's not crying out the sort of man who has friends, for a start.

“Exactly, Mr. Holmes. I appreciated that point, and I conjectured that it was dropped by the murderer in his hurried flight. It lay near the door.”

Hopkins really is the smartest of the police officers we've met. And I still haven't noticed Watson comparing him to an animal.

So we have a terrible man killed by a harpoon in his man cave and no one noticed for ages because no one wanted to talk to him. I'm kind of hoping that all the women were in on it and they just... harpooned him together.

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 0 out of 5

Okay, listen. If you’re looking for a book to finally dip your toe into fantasy or looking for a book to show your teenager that has absolutely zero spice, then pick this up. Seriously, pick it up!

This is such a cute read that tells a wonderful story, introduces characters that will quickly become a favorite, and might just make your heart race just a little. The magic and creatures and food will also have you turning page after page.

The Spellshop is a nice little escape and will make you fall in love with these islanders, hoping for more once the story ends.

* An anxiety prone spider plant? Yeah, I identify as Caz 😂

* Man, they set the library ablaze. That sucks.

* Um, I want a cottage. Even if I have to fix it up a bit, I want it. Along with the hot neighbor and talking plant.

* Awe. Larran brought her food and a welcome home note. How adorable.

* Ohhh. The people of the island are.. interesting. Why did her parents leave?

* Damn. Okay, so the emperor pretty much fucked everyone who wasn’t rich over by hoarding magic. The islanders think Kiela is a Big Bad City Dweller who helped hoard the magic, and well… they’re not far off. She was a librarian- a librarian who now owns the only books left in existence with magic. This won’t end well.

* Caz spoke to Larran 😂

* Aww. He was just trying to be helpful and Kiela had to go and be mean.

* Please help the people!

* Jam shop? Let’s go!

* Gosh dang it. Tobin is so adorable.

* They’re so awkward- Larran and Kiela. Adorable, really.

* Damn. Larran wants to go to the city that Kiela fled from 😬 Just tell them what’s going on!!!

* Aww. I hope she can fix Halio’s spring.

* The cloud bears. Oh my god. And she healed the tree! And saw a unicorn. Why am I so happy? 😂

* Who the hell traveled to the island during a storm?! And please don’t cause issues with Larran and Kiela. I’m invested in them!

* Aww. What’s wrong with the merbaby 🥺

* Caz named the cactus Meep 😂

* Is Radane friend or foe? 🤔

* Oh no. She saw Kiela heal Sian. At least Larran is happy.

* Aww. She shared the “remedy” with three others. And then promptly had a scare when she thought she saw Radane. Fuck. This woman better not be trouble.

* Fuck you, Radane.

* All. Larran and the ladies are supporting Kiela, even though they know she’s the one doing illegal magic 🥹

* Fuck Larran’s father. He was cruel.

* THEY KISSED! Oh my god 😭

* She’s not a fucking inspector. Still don’t like her.

* Oh my heart aches for Bryn. Her uncle killed her wife/girlfriend.

* Fuck. Just when I think they’re safe… goddammit.

* Can someone punch Fenerer..?

* Aww. The captain doesn’t wanna find her. He’s going along with the lie.

* lol. Well at least Fenerer is gone now. He was a raging dillhole.

* Oh damn. The spelled the storm away!

* Four babies were born!

* HE ASKED HER TO MARRY HIM!