#tonberry backpack...

[halebobgr]

"Settle down! You'll get this back when you quit being creepy!"

sketch request by @errantnight <3

[rottenpumpkin13]

Adventures of Terry the Tonberry: *in the corridor of the SOLDIER floor* Angeal: Look what I found on a mission, it was all alone and it crawled in my backpack, was quite happy to munch on a granola bar. Lazard: *thinking it must be a stray cat or something* ...It's a juvenile tonberry?! You've got to let it go before it kills everyone in here. Angeal: It's not going to harm anyone, besides, I can't let the little guy go, he's too young to fend for himself.

Lazard: It's. A. Tonberry. Angeal: It's. A. Baby. You wouldn't put a baby out on the street defenseless, would you, Director? Lazard: *making broken Director noises* Zack: Hi Geal! What you got there? Angeal: I found him on my last mission. His name is Terry. Lazard: You can't name it! Zack: Oh cool a tonberry! I've always wanted one of these! Can we keep it? Can we? Can we? Can we? Lazard: Sanity. I need sanity. SEPHIROTH! Sephiroth: *walks in talking to Genesis* ...shove it up his ass, not realising that he was on loud speaker in a board meeting. Lazard: *groans* Yes thank you again for that, but more importantly. *points at Angeal, Zack, and Terry* Genesis: ...why have you got an overgrown frog? Lazard: ...... Seph: Can it grasp things yet? Angeal: Why? Seph: Can I borrow it for an hour...and the butcher knife from the kitchen...I've got an appointment I want to get out of. Angeal: *pulls Terry away holding him protectively* No, that monster will have him dissected on a table before you can say scalpel. Lazard: ....that's it. I quit. Not my monkeys. Not my circus. Lazard? Don't know him. I'm Rick from accounting. Accounting for my not being employed here any more. *mutters as he heads back to his own office*

Average Tuesday on the 49th floor, where we put the DIE in SOLDIER!

[ganymedesclock]

I think that they should eventually make a final fantasy game that has a regular tonberry as a party member.

It is fluent in the language the main characters speak, but understands way more than they respond- at best, may get one or two words out of them per scene tops. When asked, it clarifies very slowly that most tonberries can, and just choose not to, because talking is annoying (and they seldom see humans as worth it)

At least once the party fights an enemy tonberry, which the party tonberry is okay with, because that particular guy was a jerk and should've understood the consequences of trying to stab its friends.

They exclusively move at normal tonberry speed which means any time the party has to run or hurry someone has to carry them. possibly in a backpack.

I think this would be objectively hilarious and also a good idea.

[shroudkeeper]

.horror tropes | kikyo

CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-Atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen tonberry knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras.cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia.mirrors. the American Pacific Northwest. the American Midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes.wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. Western Europe. Eastern Europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books. stitches.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings.cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. Letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. Halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. California. the American Midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms.empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance.

tagged by @weaveroftruth - thank you so much!

tagging: @fheythfully @necrologos @geisterfuchs @charlotte-feng @house-vexile  @neko-lareine @gaggle-of-dorks-ffxiv @istolin - anyone else who desires!

[lestered]

top things that h*ts d****rent

1. the radio1 segment where they pick each other out of a lineup just by stroking each other’s cheeks

2. the tweet phil liked that was like “spooning a tall person is like cosplaying as a backpack” or smth like that

3. @/amazingphil i think i have a crush on you

4. the radio1 segment where (i think it was little mix?) had to choose if they’d kill dan or phil and they couldn’t choose and dan was like “i’d be sad if you died might as well get rid of both of us”

5. that sap ep where dan may or may not have been crying between takes when they were talking about phil leaving for holiday

6. there is no bear on this island

7. phil being sad about the manchester eye getting taken down/them being sad about it in the mini ditl in gtpwtw

8. the time phil gave dan a stuffed tonberry for their first christmas and dan showed and and played that destiny’s child cover of the 12 days of christmas where it was like “on the first day of christmas my baby gave to me”

9. “so that was lion babe”

10. when phil hid in the wardrobe in “the wardrobe” and dan was like “phil phil phiiiiiiil” getting like genuinely concerned and the look on his face when phil popped out

just to name 10 but if i tried to name all of them we’d be here all night

i’m drunk send asks if u want (pls)

[ff15trashgoldenslumbers]

So...here we are! And I refuse to believe that Tonberries are bad! Nothing that cute can be evil! And just to prove it! Another Tonton story!

~

As the dust cleared the most recent hunt, Tonton shuffled over picking up the spectacles that fell before him, before calling out in a grunt to the man who had lost them.

“Thank you, Tonton,” Ignis called, kneeling before the only member of the Crown's Gaurd that was not a human.

Tonton let out a pleasing huff as his tail wagged, allowing Olive to scoop him up, knowing that it was faster for them to carry him than himself walking, small legs and all. Noctis had given the little guy Crown’s Guard status and last they ran into Iris she promised to make him an attire like the others so that he didn’t feel left out. Such as before when he wasn’t in the blacks like the rest of his team.

“So what’s for dinner Iggy, I’m starving.” Gladiolus huffed.

“Seeing that our provisions are rather low and it is getting late, we are best having Noct catch us dinner,” Ignis stated.

“No prob,” Noctis called summoning his fishing rod. “You up for it, Prompto, Ton?”

The smallest member cheered as Olive handed him over to Noctis, those two loved their fishing. “You remember where we set up camp?”

“Tonton watch over Noct and Prompto,” Ignis called, rather having Gladiolus or Olive go after them, but Gladiolus still needed to set up the tent and Olive needed to go hunt down some herbs until they could get more potions.

Which is why when only the Prince and Photographer returned just before nightfall without a Tonberry it confused everyone at camp.

“Well, he’s a Tonberry, not many things are going to mess with him out here,” Gladiolus stated, setting down his book.

Olive giggled nudging the man, “You’re just as worried as we are, but Gladdy’s right Tonton’s smart.”

“We did get him use to humans think someone picked him up?” Prompto whined, he was very upset that the little green guy went missing on their watch.

“Nah, you see how he is with new people,” Noctis stated. “He knows where we set up camp, he’ll be back before we know it.”

Still, the next hour dragged on as Ignis prepared dinner, once everyone was served did they hear something coming from the darkness, only to see the familiar haunted eyes of one Royal Lucian Tonberry, waddling towards his group.

“There you are!” Prompto cried rushing over to the little guy, scooping him up as Tonton gave a please squeal at getting attention from Prompto. “You had us, worried buddy.”

Tonton gave another squeal, hugging Prompto, before tapping a freckled cheek and then motioning toward the ground. The blonde placed him down, before he waddled just out of the reaches of their fires glow, waving towards something.

Everyone waited on alert, only to see something waddling towards them, only to stare in shock at the two Tonberry babies before him.

“Wait I thought Tonton was a guy,” Gladiolus stated.

Tonton quickly waddled over to Olive pulling at her pant leg, asking her to come over to the two babies. While Tonton came to rest just below Noctis’s knee, these little ones came to rest at Tonton’s shoulder, if not shorter. They also appeared different, one was green still but had a red cloak, while the other was snow white and had a blue cloak on. Both with very long sleeves that was a surprise they didn’t stumble on when they moved.

“Hi, are you friends of Tonton?” Olive smiled kneeling down, only now noticing the white one had a tear on its sleeve. “Were you hurt?” As she reached out the one in red, reached out igniting a small fire, causing the woman to jump back.

“Olive!” “You okay?”

“I’m fine guys.” She giggled, as Tonton moved over to the smaller ones, assuring them that the woman was fine. Only then did the little white one shuffle forward. “I’m sorry did I scare you? Can I see your arm?”

The little one allowed Olive to pick it up, watching as Tonton and it’s friend followed towards her seat.

“Is this why you disappeared, Pug?” Ignis inquired, missing his chef at his side, as Tonton nodded.

Everyone watched as he moved over to the cooler before pulling out an egg, then pointing towards the two smaller Tonberries.

“They just hatched?” Noctis inquired, as Tonton squealed a yes. “So they really are babies.”

“A baby that almost lite, Liv on fire. They don’t look like Tonberries.” Gladiolus stated, watching the red one, who was staring at Olive with the same golden eyes as Tonton as the other healed the pale one in her lap.

“That’s because they’re not Tonberries,” Prompto replied holding up his phone. “The white one is a Paleberry and the red one is Red BonnetBerry, they use magic instead.”

“There you are little one.” Olive smiled finishing the healing to the small on, giving a mending stitch to the sleeve until Ignis could sew it better. “Feel better?”

The Paleberry cooed, looking at the woman with pale blue eyes, it’s small tail wagging underneath its cloak. Turning to its friend with a coo, as Olive set it down so they could inspect each other.

Tonton than moved over to Ignis looking up with bright golden eyes, almost begging as he let out a grunt for Ignis.

“We’re not keeping them,” Ignis replied staring down the Tonberry before him.

“Ugn.”

Ignis sighed, “All right fine.”

“That quickly Iggy, you losing your edge?” Gladiolus chuckled, as the man moved over to the cooking station filling up Tonton’s plate.

“He makes a very compelling argument,” Ignis replied, as he handed the plate to Tonton, who gave it to the two smaller ones.

The following morning, it wasn’t strange to find the little white one trailing behind Prompto and Ignis as they were always on the move. It even cooed when Prompto picked it up allowing them to see what Ignis was doing at the kitchen table. While the little red one kept an eye on Gladiolus, watching everything the man did with a watchful eye, often scampering away from the man when he turned to it.

It wasn't until everyone was in the car that the little red one seemed to forget it judgment and skittishness it was in awe of the fact of the car. Even being so daring as to sneak in the front seat between Prompto and Ignis.

“Would you like to try?” Ignis asked, raising his arm.

The little red one scampered into his lap, placing their small hands on the wheel like Ignis, standing on tiptoes. Gasping as Ignis lifted them up, so their feet stood on the bottom of the wheel, and they could see out the front.

“Looks like you got it, you’re a much better driver than Noct and Prompto.”

This got the strategist a coo from the Bonnetberry and an offend grunt from the other two.

“I think we should name them if they’re gonna be with us for a bit,” Gladiolus stated, as the little white one sat on the back of the car with Noctis, her little hand holding tightly to Noctis’s jacket so as not to stumble or accidentally get blown from the back of the car.

“We don’t even know what they are.” Olive stated, “We only know Tonton’s a boy because he told us.” She replied referencing when they asked Tonton if he was like Gladiolus or Olive and the little guy pointing towards Gladiolus, this could have also meant that he thought he could take Gladiolus in a fight. “These little ones more than likely don’t know the difference.”

At that moment the ambassador of The Berries woke up from his slumber, poking his head from his carrier with a yawn.

“Morning.” Gladiolus chuckled, as TonTon rubbed an eye. “You wanna help us out, and tell us if these little guys are boys or girls?”

Tonton pointed towards his Moogle charm he got from Iris, then Gladiolus.

“They’re your little sisters?” Prompto asked as Tonton nodded, then pointed to everyone else in the car followed by himself. “You’re gonna take them in like we did you?”

This got the blonde another nod.

“The fact you can understand him is both awesome and terrifying,” Noctis replied, placing a hand on the pale ones back, so she didn’t have to keep clinging to him.

“You said she’s a paleberry and she’s a red bonnetberry?” Olive inquired.

“I believe Ally would be nice for the little paleberry and Bonny for this one here,” Ignis stated, petting the little one's head. “Are you fine with that, Ally, Bonny?”

The two smaller berries let out coos.

With two more berries joining the party, hunts became rather easy, as no one really wanted to tangle with the aggressive fighting style of a regular Tonberry, plus add spell casting berries to the mix, who were learning to use their powers made the battlefield rather dangerous. There were a few times that if someone didn’t get out the way fast enough Bonny might accidentally light them on fire, and Ally ever the sweetheart would try to freeze the flame, accidentally freezing the entire battlefield, which would cause the little Paleberry to panic and tears, as she would cuddle them when they thawed.

Bonny took quite a liking to Gladiolus and often assisted with camping, her job every evening was to start the fire. She was a feisty little thing, and would often fight with Gladiolus, but that only made the duos bond stronger. She also took the role as co-driver, which she took very, very seriously.

While Ally was more sensitive and always enjoyed cuddling, which luckily she wasn’t as chilly as she appeared. She even learned a basic healing spell, not able to heal serious wounds but enough to give comfort until someone could get a potion.

 A backpack was added so that the twins had some place to rest, granted Ally would often sleep in the car’s cooler, surrounding Ignis’s Ebony’s to keep them cool, and handing them out when requested. While Bonny would sleep on the leather seats absorbing the heat.

The duo even got Ignis to make them black cloaks, with a blue hood for Ally and a red one for Bonny.

“Everyone in,” Olive called, as Gladiolus zipped the tent closed. It had started to storm something fierce, fortunately, everyone made it in just as it began to downpour, but dinner was just getting started.

“BonBon mind heating this,” Gladiolus called, pouring a bottle of water into a cup noodle, as the Bonnet Berry wrapped herself around the cup, heating it up.

“Ally,” Ignis called, as the smaller twin climbed into the cooler, flash freezing their suppose dinner so ingredients didn’t go to waste.

“It’s like having our own little kitchen.” Prompto laughed, as Bonny handed him a cup of noodles, while Ally climbed from the cooler, handing a beer to Gladiolus.

The two smaller Berries shrieked as they heard a loud crash of thunder, quickly ducking behind TonTon who petted their backs and heads with soft cooes.

“Poor things.” Olive cooed, only to giggle at another clash of thunder drove the smaller berries to the arms of Noctis and Prompto. “It’s okay, little ones, it’s just a storm.”

As the storm raged on, the duo was placed before Prompto’s phone with Olive’s overhead headphones on to drown out the sound watching a video.

“Maybe we should drop them off with Iris,” Gladiolus replied, this was not the first time that this conversation had come up. “They’re still kids, and we don’t want them to get hurt.”

Tonton nodded, he liked Iris and knew that the smaller Amicitia would protect them.

“The car’s gonna be quieter without them.” Prompto sighed, looking to the two berries huddled together.

“If they’re with Iris, we wouldn’t have to worry about her safety or theirs,” Ignis suggested, as Tonton climbed into his lap. “It’s getting late we’ll discuss this further in the morning.”

As the lanterns turned off for the evening, the two small berries looked towards Tonton as he waddled over sitting beside them, taking up his post of guard. The two removed the headphones as they moved sitting beside their elder brother to join the watch for the evening.

“You’re going to meet Iris tomorrow.”

“Iris?” The younger ones cooed.

“It’s Gladio’s little sister.”

“Like us!” Ally beamed her little blue tail wagging.

“Are we going to be left with her?” Bonny asked.

“Maybe.” Tonton sighed.

“Don’t they like us?” Bonny asked as Ally let out a soft cry.

“Of course, that’s why they want you to go with Iris you’ll be safer, and won’t get hurt,” Tonton explained.

“I like it here.” Ally cried. “I promise not to freeze anyone again.”

“Ally.” Bonny sighed as her little sister stopped her whining. “Is Iris nice?”

“Very,” Tonton called. “You should get some sleep.”

Ally waddled over to Gladiolus, having a little trouble crawling up the man, only to have him in his sleep pull her onto his chest. While Bonny moved over to Ignis snuggling underneath his arm. The two would eventually make it across the tent by morning, but it sucked this was their last night together as a family.

~

“Come on Ally,” Noctis called, as the little Paleberry clung tightly to his shirt, burying her head into his shoulder as she gave her whine of Noctis.

“They’re normally not like this,” Olive replied, trying to help Prompto pull a growling Bonnet Berry from his shirt too.

Tonton waddled over letting out a grunt, as the two immediately let go of the two shirts.

“Don’t be this way,” Ignis replied petting Bonny’s head.

Bonny whined, Ignis was the smart one, he’d want her around.

“I don’t think they want to leave you,” Iris stated.

Tonton stared his little sisters down, as they whined before walking over to Iris, who scooped them up.

“Are you sure you want to leave them?” Iris asked, the two clinging to the young woman.

Olive moved over stroking the two’s back, “We’ll be back soon. Promise.” The woman gasped as both berries jumped from Iris’s arms, hugging the woman tightly, letting out soft cries in her shoulders. “Oh come now don’t cry.” She whimpered tears appearing in her eyes. “You’ll be safer here.”

“We don’t have to leave them here right?” Prompto cried, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“We never did ask them what they want,” Noctis replied.

The two younger berries jumped from Olive’s arms, before quickly waddling over to Ignis and Gladiolus, hugging the tallest’s legs.

Gladiolus groaned, “Looks like we really don’t have a choice.”

“It’s your call Noct,” Ignis replied.

It was lucky that the Regalia was a spacious car, as five humans and three berries made the car a little cramped. Tonton looked over his family, Bonny was taking selfies with Prompto, where she would bounce back over to help Ignis drive later when the man would request an Ebony from Ally, who would with Noctis’s help bounce over to Gladiolus to climb down to the cooler, and get the can which she would chill to the correct temp and hand to Olive to give to Ignis.

Tonton smile as he curled up on Olive’s lap, his family was strange, but they were his.

~~~~

FUN FACTS

Tonton is mostly nocturnal, but the twins are not

A new battle strategy is to pick up the nearest Berry and throw it in the air

Ally gives you a Snow Storm or hail

Bonny gives you firestorms

Tonton gets you a missile of death

Bonny is considered the hothead

But Ally has taken down a courel by herself

You don’t mess with her big brothers!

Everyone learned Bonny is fireproof when she walked into the fire to get a dropped smores

There was a lot of screaming

Like a lot

You don’t understand! There was a lot!

For whatever reason Chocobos aren’t afraid of this group of berry

Tonton will hold the little one's hands so you may have a Bonnetberry holding a lantern and a Paleberry holding a knife

Like a good older brother, he has taught them how to use a knife

This is horrifying to nearly everyone else

Bonny absolutely adores Cor!

Cor is worried that the team keeps gaining Berries

Ally thinks Lunafreya is so pretty!

She has a characterized pin on that backpack that is of Oracle

Gladiolus gave each of them a nickname

Tonton: Little Fucker

Bonny: Smaller Fucker

Ally: Snowball

When asked why Ally doesn’t have a name that matches the others Gladiolus stated

She’s the good one

They both have little dresses because they wanted to have fancy clothes like Big Brother Tonton

Iris makes 90% of them

They pay Iris with their share of the money from hunts

Bonny doesn’t like people touching the Regalia!

They have to go through her first!

Looking at you Cindy!

She will set you on fire!

The berries love cuddles! 

Strange considering most Tonberry aren’t social

Depending on the weather, either Ally or Bonny will act as A/C or a heater

TonTon has taught the twins how to scare Gladiolus

Gladio will wake up in the middle of the night to two golden eyes staring at him, so he’ll roll over and has woken the team up when meeting the glowing blue pair 

The blue eyes only woke up because her bedding shifted and woke her up.

She didn’t mean to scare him

Both Tontoon and Bonny have agreed

Gladiolus is a beautiful soprano

[alyss-spazz-penedo]

Asidn6wkskqi @secret-engima It’s been so long I forgot this ask was a thing bUT PLEASE PICTURE:

It’s the middle of the night. The moon hangs new and dark, and the grass rustles around you in a starlit breeze. The only living sound you hear is the soft crunch of your own footsteps, too-loud in the silence of frightened wildlife.

Perhaps one of your loved ones is dying and you have exhausted every other avenue; perhaps you are the town healer and this is simply your duty; perhaps you are some manner of researcher, and far too curious for your own good.

A lantern bobs in the distance, low to the ground, nearly hidden by the hulking figure beside it. You hurry towards the light, forcing your footsteps not to drag in their reluctance.

“Excuse me,” you call. It comes out a rasp, too quiet to be even a whisper. You repeat yourself louder. “Excuse me.”

The lantern slows. You have been spotted.

You can make out the daemons before you catch up—a large Bussemand, sniffing the air, and a little tonberry wearing a backpack. Yes. Thank the Six.

You draw close, close enough for you to see the way their eyes catch the lantern light and seem to glow in the darkness. You shiver. You force words from your lips, and pray they can understand you.

“I need healing,” you try. “Please.”

You half-expect them to ask “why,” a demand that you prove your need worthy enough before the eyes of the Night Kingdom. You have an answer prepared at the tip of your tongue.

Instead, the Bussemand huffs out, in a deep and nightmarish approximation of the human language, “That... will be... 800 Gil.”

You can afford that much, barely, and offer your purse by way of agreement. The little Tonberry trundles closer to collect the money. You hold very, very still. You cannot see the glint of it’s knife; you know this means nothing.

It takes your purse. It counts out the money, and tucks the Gil away into the folds of it’s robe. It hands you back the remainder. In a high pitched squeak, it presents a bottle from the depths of it’s backpack. “One Hi-Elixir.”

You take the precious cure. It’s warmer under your fingers than you expected. “Thank you,” you breathe.

Business concluded, the pair of daemons resume their nighttime wanderings. You force yourself to wait for them to leave your line of sight before you give in to the urge to bolt.

You run all the way home, breath harsh in your ears and throat. Your heart doesn’t stop pounding until well after you’ve locked yourself in and barricaded the windows.

Tomorrow, you will have the curative, and all that comes with it.

Tonight, however, you will take for yourself, to rebuild your composure.

Is there anything else Noct & co. can do that’s “lost” in Demons verse? Elemancy is a known LC thing, but how about elemancy BOMBS? Or elixirs and the like, can anyone make those? (That might make a good point of trade thou, much later on—the daemons have exclusive access to very rare potions, enchanted by the King himself, and they’re...healing items?? Incredibly effective ones that anyone can use regardless of magical potential, and have a stupid long shelf life? I’ll trade for them, but Why)

Hmmm lemme think...

Elemancy bombs are definitely a lost art, and so are higher magical curatives lie hi-elixirs, hi-potions, and phoenix downs. I fell like elixirs are a thing, but they’re RARE and finicky to make. Potions are common though, as are ethers.

So yea! The Night Kingdom could totally start trading in high level magical curatives with Lucis. People are ... So Confused. How is this possible? You’re the scary Night Kingdom with daemons and an Accursed for a king? How make such wonderful medicine?

[moonraccoon-exe]

Tagged by @prompto-cam, thank you lots!!  ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

5 Things You’ll Find In My Bag Or Pocket

- Does backpack count or does it need to be a bag - Phone - A book (ofc, not in my pocket, ahaha) - Coins - Uhm...a sweater, maybe? - Uhm...  (・・ ) ? - I don’t have much space, I’m too smol - Sometimes a bottle of water (gotta keep that voice fresh or I’ll fail at school!) 

5 Things You’ll Find In My Room

- Books - My adorable sons - My instruments and music sheets! - Uhm... - My...closet  (・・ ) - Uhm.... - My...bed?  (・・ )

5 Things I’ve Always Wanted To Do

- TRAVEL A LOT - Uhm  (・・ ) - It’s not goals, rather things I’ve always wanted to do so... - Become a mage, I guess  (・・ ) - Wow, I thought this was easier to answer - Learn to waltz  o(TヘTo) - Learn a lot of pretty stuff, magic and astronomy included! - Fly?   <(￣︶￣)>

5 Things That Make Me Happy 

- MY TUMBLR FRIENDS AND ALL THE COMMENTS AND ART THEY’VE GIFTED ME THESE PAST DAYS HFDGNHGFH - I am ALIVE! - I’ve got my family and friends. - I’ve got a house and food in the fridge, all my limbs and senses, and access to education & entertainment. ( ´ ▽ ` ) - My doggo.

5 Things I’m Currently Into

- FFXV (no waaay! who would have thought! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ) - FF Type- 0  o(TヘTo) - Waltzes, always, does that count? - My school & the extra singing classes, does that count? - MAGIC  ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

5 Things On My To Do List

- PRACTICE FOR SCHOOL. - Clean my room. I’m a bit messy  ヽ(´ー` )┌ - Re-design the head of the  Tonberry plush doll I’m making - GOTTA WRITE THAT FIC. - GOTTA ANSWER MY INBOX ENTRIES.

5 People I’m Tagging

(・・;)ゞ ?? ヽ(´ー` )┌ ??? ┐(￣∀￣)┌ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

If you wanna do it, go ahead! Tag me as if I tagged you!! ( ´ ▽ ` )

[joeyisaprincess]

tomorrow's shitty doodle is either going to be: Prompto vs tonberry Gladio vs springtime or Young Cor carrying a Large Backpack to face Gilgamesh Which one do y'all wanna see

[crafty-turtle]

Tonberry

(*≧∀≦*) This project has been a labor of love, that has gone on for 2 months. To be fair a lot of that has been procrastination, so I’d say in total this project took around a month. Around 2 months ago I posted my knife tutorial and my mascot head tutorial.  After that much of this build didn’t get any camera time.  Around a month ago I posted the knee pad shoes build and finally after putting off building the body/robe it is done.  

Gonna put some things under the cut as far as this build goes.

Here’s a side picture of this cosplay. 

You can kinda see my legs and the kneepad straps under the robe but I don’t think I’m going to go back and re-hem the bottom to make it longer because I don’t really want to sew more ; w;).  My feet are tucked into the base of the tail (which is hollow).

The robe is made of burlap (which I ranted about a few days ago) and I swore to myself to never work with this material again.  It’s heavy, dusty and frays so badly I was very unhappy while working. The body is made of 3 layers, a layer of poly batting, then dark brown cotton and finally the burlap. The structure under it is just me wearing a backpack.

Sorry for the picture quality, this was after taking the head and body off.

This is me testing the batting length and making sure it was okay.

Finishing the cotton layer and figuring out sleeves (also there’s no way I’d want burlap to be against my bare skin).

And testing out the burlap layer. The gloves are made of the same fleece as the head and the tail. They are sewn in one spot on the inside of the sleeve so I don’t lose them and they don’t slip down, but I can also take my hands out as well.

The tail is mostly hollow, except for the fins which are layered upholstery foam that is layered with poly batting and fleece, while the tail is just a hollow cone of interfacing.  There’s a circle of upholstery foam and foamboard that helps it keep its shape inside.  It’s attached to me via nylon webbing and small carabiners that attach to some rings sewn on to the tips of the backpack’s straps.

All in all this cosplay is ridiculously hot, but surprisingly mobile. Also I can’t really see anything with the head on. I could not be happier about this though  (*≧∀≦*) I’ll be wearing this for (most likely only one day) Anime Expo in July.

[leatherlaceandblades]

.horror tropes | Moka

CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-Atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde(pink) curls. kitchentonberry knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras.cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia.mirrors. the American Pacific Northwest. the American Midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes.wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. Western Europe. Eastern Europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books. stitches.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings.cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. Letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets.nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. Halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. California. the American Midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms.empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance.