#uhh whats this one shortened to

[ijsthee]

Unhinged

[digitaldiseas3]

watching limitless bc my housemate just left it on and they’re talking science and i’m like WOH YEAH I KNOW THAT SCIENCE

[unnoticedunawarestillhere]

Ok this may seem a bit weird but uhh...

I wanna draw Hudson and uhh, not to seem rude but your art style is kinda hard to translate...

Plus I don't know his lore that well...

Could you give me maybe a like, full body picture of Hudson..? I guess..?

(and maybe how to get his lore/some of his lore..?)

I don't know how to ask for this... T-T

Yeahh, I've been told that a lot :P

It's not weird that you want to draw him! It's nice to see someone interested in him as I put a lot of work into working on his character.

Lore (but shortened as much as possible):

Simple introduction:

Hudson Hendriks is a young man who was about 17/18 years old when hired. He's 5'5 (when hired) and was first just a wistful nostalgic writer who was insecure of what made him "him". (Ex: accent, height, etc)

Hudson worked in the Writing department (hired somewhere in the late 30's) from Toronto (Canada). He was offered the job by a friend and decided to take up that offer so he wouldn't waste his talents and enlist in the Air Force (like most of his family.)

Hudson was one of the many victims of ink poisoning, which was his downfall.

He started hearing things, skipping meals/proper rest and developed an unhealthy short fuse with himself and his fellow writers. This short fuse even grow to be a full on fight with a Gent Employee later on. It went terribly and Hudson was almost fired due to him breaking the employee's nose. He was spared, but did get a permanent record.

He was mocked by his fellow peers due to his newly founded paranoid behaviour and this led Hudson seeking refuge anywhere BUT the writing department (avoiding bullying and concern)

He kept further isolating himself and grew an unhealthy habit of seeing his work as "not good enough" or "could be better".

Finally, he had made plans to head back home and enlist in RCAF (Royal Canadian Air Force). He was once an Air Cadet, a boy scout and with his ties in the family..this decision wasn't all that surprising.

He decided to fight in WW2.

In his last month of working for/in the studio, he had begun to uncover what had been happening in the couple of YEARs of working there. To the ink machine, experiments, financial issues, the IRS, etc.

In his third week, he was unfortunately caught by Joey.

Joey would then try and see how much Hudson actually knew, while Hudson would just play dumb or be uncooperative.

He was then tortured by a blade Joey had and would die to multiple injuries and horrific blood loss.

Instead of placing Hudson in the machine, Joey had decided to hide his body near the elevator shaft and block it off to the public (even Gent). Due to these complications, Hudson was never a lost one or toon.

Instead, he became a violent and bitter spirit, mostly haunting the elevators and was later blamed for causing them to suddenly drop.

Even when people were in there.

(This was not short, my apologies. Some of this info has been changed, so apologies to my moots who might be like: Wait what..)

[allenvooreef]

One more post to show off 'Tales of Mirrors'! Gosh I can't believe I made this book by hand. Twice! I put a translated excerpt from the book under the cut, with some shocking revelations from this early, original version of Raiden...!

‘She called you Raiden, what kind of a name is that?’ Ray clearly hadn’t expected that question and shrugged confusedly. ‘Well, it’s mine,’ he said. ‘It seemed to cause a bit of confusion every now and then when I arrived here so at some point I just shortened it.’ ‘And how is it that you’d already found me before meeting my, uhh, Second Half?’ Ben asked curiously. ‘Have you known all this time?’ Ray laughed. ‘Believe it or not, dude, I didn’t know shit. It’s a strange kind of coincidence that metamophs always end up in the right place at the right –’ ‘I’m sorry what?!’ Bens eyes widened. ‘Ssssshhh!’ Ray shushed warningly when a bunch of fellow passengers looked their way. ‘Dude!’ Ben just stared at him. ‘You’re a metamorph?’ he whispered, in shock. Ray rubbed his face and sighed. ‘Ah. Guess I hadn’t told you that bit yet, huh.’ Ben shook his head wordlessly, eyes wide. ‘Me and my big mouth…’ mumbled Ray. He sighed again and met Bens gaze. ‘Well, under the current circumstances I guess there’s not much use in keeping it a secret any longer. I’m a metamorph, a shape shifter.’ Ben wasn’t sure if he was capable of believing this. Ray had been his best friend for four years, he thought he knew him! Even knowing Ray allegedly came from another dimension and having just witnessed first-hand that there were vampires and demons there – Ray had always just been Ray. Ben had always thought him a bit weird, but never supernaturally so. ‘Can I…’ Ben began carefully. ‘Could you… show me?’ ‘What, are you nuts?’ whispered Ray, his eyes darting to the people around them. ‘How do you think they’d react? For the moment you’re just gonna have to take my word for it.’ Ben reluctantly agreed. After everything he’d been through today, he’d thought nothing could surprise him anymore. This had proven him wrong. Part of him felt hurt that Ray had never entrusted this information to him. The thought that everything he thought he’d known was pulled out from under him at once, made him slightly nauseated. ‘Might there be any more things like this you need to tell me?’ he asked. Ray looked at him from out the corner of his eye. ‘Probably.’

[faustiandevil]

Did something important happen... uhh... yeah... you could say that...

At times like this I wish I learned video editing, because I would've had a lot easier time if I just had an ever escalating timeline vid of 1956 set to Edvard Grieg's In the Hall of the Mountain King, but unfortunately I never did, and I am not in the headspace to do massive amounts of text translations. So shortened history lesson under the cut.

The 1956 Revolution started of as a solidarity protest for what was going on in Poland at the time, but by the end of the day the number of protesters started growing, and things got a bit heated when a member of the ÁVH (Államvédelmi Hatóság/State Protection Authority) shot into the crowd at the radio station. Stalin’s statue was also knocked down from its place and shattered to pieces as part of the ongoing unrest. The soviets have also learned about the counter-revolution (Can’t call it a Revolution, because only the people’s glorious Revolution can be called that, everything else is a counter-revolution. Yes the debate is still open about that one...) and have stated that they will be intervening, and so they did, with tanks. The revolution lasted from October 23rd until November 4th, and while it doesn’t seem that long, it did have a lasting effect. Many have lost their lives, or were imprisoned for partaking in the “counter-revolution”. In 1962 they were pardoned, but even then, the damage has already been done. In the previous Rákosi regime the motto was “if you are not with us, you are against us”, in the Kádár regime that formed after 1956 however it was “if you are not against us, you are with us” and was a slight bit more tolerant of the people in its later years. This is why Hungary was called the “happy barrack” or the “goulash communist” country, where even westerners came here to experience the communism, but not the ooo scary one that’s further east. So in the end something good was achieved I guess. A big thank you to all the German tourists who came to vacation at the Balaton and kept our economy afloat, so we could actually live good.

[guerrillateezsworld]

tokio hotel reacting to you getting high after a bad day + how’d they comfort you

request: okay so th boys how they would react to (fem) reader getting high with them and like she has a bad trip and stuff and how they would comfort her and stuff ykkk(also they are dating her and just 🍃don’t do hard crack yall)

a/n: THIS IS JUST A REQUEST. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS AT ALL AND THIS IS PURELY FOR FUN AND IS NOT SUPPOSED TO MEAN ANY HARM!! also i mixed some of the stuff up like she comes home from work, bad trip, bad errands, etc.

warnings: 2007!tokio hotel, use of weed, fem!reader, cursing, reader has a bad day, reader asks to get high with them, DONT SMOKE WEED!! I DONT CONDONE THIS!! PURE FICTION!!

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tom kaulitz

-you came home from work, clearly in a bad mood and not wanting to be fucked with. that’s when he comes up to you and kisses your forehead to try and calm you down. “my love, what happened today?” he asks, trying to be as normal as he can. (i feel like that tom isn’t the best with comforting people. like he sincerely tries but fails a lot because it’s just not his forte. but for his lover he will definitely try to work on his comforting skills for you) you give him a small smile, but he knew it wasn’t really a “real” smile as some would say. “you know you can tell me anything” he pats your shoulder with a sympathetic smile. “ugh, it’s a lot so i’ll shorten it for you. so these stupid bitches, irene and lindsey, were trying to take over everything. keep in mind, they’re like technically new here soooo i don’t know why they were tryna be like this-“ and on and on. you were gonna make it short but ended up telling him EVERYTHING, which took like an hour to his surprise. to add on, you shocked him with what you said next. “wanna get high with me?” you ask, seriously looking at him. boy was he shocked. he knows you smoke but he’s never seen you do it before because you usually distance yourself, so this shook him a little. “uhh yeah, sure. do i need to roll one?” he asks. “nah, i got it. i’ll be back” you say and go to your room. you come back after a few minutes, now with a big genuine smile on your face. “just a small one will do for now, i don’t need too much with how i am right now” you giggle. with that, you guys just chill and smoke the night away. this was definitely needed as you slept so good that night with tom by your side.

bill kaulitz

when you came back from the store, you were pissed. not like crazily but you sure were a lot. you came home, sat the bags down, and plopped down onto the couch with a loud groan. bill heard you and came in to check on you. “babe, you okay?” he asks and sits on the floor by your head as you’re pretty much taking up the whole couch. you lift your head up and shake your head. “not really, people just really wanted to test me today, and to add onto that, i couldn’t find a lot of what i was looking for for and you know how pissed that makes me.” you explain, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. he nods, seemingly understanding your situation. “yeah i understand. people can be like that. i’m sorry you had to deal with that sweetheart” he smiles making you smile back. you pull him in for a hug to thank him, which he returns. “i love you bill” you smile. “i love you too sweetheart” he smiles back. what you didn’t expect was that bill pulled something out of his pocket. “let’s go to the balcony and chill out, i’m sure you’d need this” he shows me a blunt. you cant help but let a smile break through as you stand up and walk to the balcony with him. “thanks bill, i really appreciate this. i definitely needed this after the day i just had. next time, you should probably go with me so i don’t throw hands or something” you laugh, taking a puff and passing it to bill who takes it. “yeah i probably should, can’t have my girl getting into a fight. although that would probably be very hot” he gives you a teasing smile to which you softly swat at his arm. “yeah yeah” you reply, playfully rolling your eyes. he just smiles back and you guys smoke and head back inside. “i think i’m gonna take a nap now. i need a little refresher” you smile. “i’m coming with”

gustav scháefer

just my opinion and everyone has theirs, but i feel gustav isn’t the one to get high. like im sure he would maybe once every few months but definitely not all the time.

anyways, back to the head canon thingy.

you’ve been gone for almost week visiting your family, and boy were you ready to go home. you loved it there, but this time it was different and you didn’t like it. when you got home, you immediately threw your bags onto the ground and went straight to your room. you didn’t know that gustav had a day off so it was a surprise when you saw him laying in bed. he seemed to notice you and he got up to greet you. of course you have to do it back because he’s you’re boyfriend. “welcome back meine liebe (my love)” he smiles. “thanks gustav, but i’m just not in the mood right now. that was the most stressful week of my life” you breathe out, feeling warm from gustav’s hug. “why’s that? do you wanna talk about it?” he asks softly while leading you to your bed. “i don’t mind to. normally when i go visit my family i love it, but this time it wasn’t the same. it was like everyone was out of place, more arguments than normal, asking me too many personal questions to where i was uncomfy, and no one was prepared. it was just a lot and i felt like something had to have happened between them to act like that. but at least im home now” you let out a sigh, gustav continuing to feel worse. “im glad you’re home y/n so you don’t have to worry now. hopefully they realize what they were doing wrong and apologize” he smiles sympathetically. “yeah. i’m gonna go smoke. would you like to join me?” you ask with a smile. “normally i say no, but if this will help you feel better than sure” he laughs and you get up to roll it. you come back with a small blunt and a lighter. “good thing we have a balcony” you laugh, lighting it and walking outside, taking a long drag before handing it to gustav who does the same.

georg listing

-he’s the other one that i feel like doesn’t smoke much. still more than gustav but still not much at all.

you had just gotten back from a job interview. as you walked through the door, georg was standing there with a big smile ready to congratulate you. but when he saw your frustrated face, his smile dropped and so did his heart. “babe.. are you okay?” he asks quietly, hoping you don’t flip out on him. you walk past him with a sigh. “yeah, i guess so. i don’t think they’ll wanna hire me now and i’m not sure if i wanna work there anymore” you shake your head, plopping down on to the couch. “why’s that?” he sits next to you, rubbing your back as you lean onto him. “well, i was late due to traffic, i was really nervous, i kept messing up my words, some of my stuff didn’t apply to them, and others. now i just feel like shit and i definitely don’t wanna work there now” you sigh, leaning back on the couch. “hey that’s normal, love. it happens and it’s never not gonna happen. you just have to find what’s right for you, which can take time but you just have to be patient.” he softly pats your back, making you smile a little. “yeah, thanks georg, i really appreciate it. but do you mind if i go smoke? you’re welcome to join” you look up at him. “yeah go ahead sweetheart. and i probably won’t join tonight but maybe next time. i’ve not been feeling the best. enjoy your time” he smiles, wrapping his arms around you and engulfing you in a big hug. “are you sure georg? it’ll keep your mind off of it. and if you do get sick from it, i’ll be by your side to help” you pout, hoping it’ll make him join you. he groans, “fine, you know i can’t resist those eyes” he smiles making you hug him. “i’ll be right back babe” you get up and run to your room and come back out with your stuff. “let’s do this” you smile. “can’t wait to hear what you have to say while you’re high out of your mind” he laughs making you roll your eyes. “oh shut it” you can help but giggle with him.

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okay i’m finally finished!! like i said, I DONT CONDONE THIS AT ALL!! THIS IS PURE FICTION!!

[howlingmod]

I'll tell him it's in the contract!

summary ; reader+their gang is HEAVILY, heavily, practicaly lifted, based on rockafire explosion! they're specifically based off of billy bob and have one or two lines where they're written with the slightest accent ever. i think. reader is said to be an animal animatronic, but the specific animal is never specified. also never explained why wally and them are there but um. it's for some kindof collaboration company getogether for profit Thing. ok? ok. yeah.

notes ; not proof read ! if it's bad it's because i have been thinking about this for ages and also just needed to get myself to finish something .. and also im a bit rusty because uhh .. remember when i last posted? haha ..... sorry.

wc - 1.2k

“Oh my gosh- Well, aren’t you just the tiniest button in the bunch!” One high-pitched voice squealed, the owner towering over Wally. She was bent over slightly to look down at him, curled tail wagging side-to-side behind her.

“Tiniest button in the bunch? Don’t you mean tiniest button in the jar?” The equally as towering, crow-like figure next to the previous one questioned, arms folded firmly over his chest as he peered down at the short puppet skeptically.

“Wh- That doesn’t make any sense! Who keeps all their buttons in a jar?!” The former cried in response, straightening up from her half-bent stance and whipping to look at him in shock. With the other’s comment, they seemed to completely forget about Wally, leaving him an audience of one to the two’s conversation.

“Plenty’a people do! My mamma always kept hers in one, kept ‘em from rollin’ on away!” The other figure explains confidently, beaming with pride as he turned to the former.

“But what if the prettiest one was way, way down in the jar! How would she get it out then? Would she just dump the whole thing out? That’s craziness!”

“Hey, don’t talk about my mamma like that-”

“Guys, guys,” a third voice suddenly interjects, owner hiding out of sight somewhere behind Wally, “Did nobody teach you some manners? This ain’t any way to treat a new guest, poor fella just walked in and you two are already scrappin’ with eachother!” A quick half turn from Wally reveals information both surprising and unsurprising, as he has to crane his neck upwards still to see their face in the poor lighting. They seemed less than pleased with the other two’s behavior, lip half turned in frustration.

The other two’s posture immediately relax, the higher-pitched one’s shoulders drooping like dog ears as the other looked away in embarassment.

“We’re sorry, (Name), I suppose we were just a bit excited,” the higher-pitched one pouted, not meeting anyone’s eyes as she looked to the floor. Her downtrodden mood didn’t last long though, as she seemingly sprung back to life, looking back to Wally as she lit back up, “Oh- I hope you can brush our rudeness aside. It’s just so nice to see a new friend! Or, is it meet a new face? Ah, either way, it’s so nice to see you!”

She crouches down to Wally’s level, shortening the height gap and giving his neck some much needed relaxation, “My name is Chelsea, this guy is Cole, he seems a bit mean at first but I promise he’s got a big heart under all those feathers!”

Cole snapped back to attention at this comment, looking to Chelsea indignantly, “Why- That’s not fair! You’re butchering my character completely!” He straightened his posture, readjusting the tie at his neck as he looked to Wally, “Don’t listen to her, she’s fallen off stage one too many times now. She got my name right, at least. I hope you can grow to understand me more on your own accord and make your own judgement,” he corrected firmly, glaring at Chelsea out of the corner of his eye on his last few words.

Without making any real response to the other two, Wally turns to the third figure from before, quietly looking up to them in wait. They took a second before seemingly realizing everyone was waiting for their own introduction. “Ah, you mighta heard, I’m (Name). I’m just one of the side shows here, alongside a couple’a other guys.”

He stayed quiet still, only nodding ever so slightly as he waited for someone to talk again. He really wasn’t sure of how to make heads or tails of this whole thing quite yet, these folks seemed so different from his friends in the neighborhood. Yet, it all seemed so familiar to his friends at the same time. How terribly confusing …

Picking up on his silence, (Name) spoke up again, “How about this, I can show you around while your folks and my folks get to know eachother a bit, that sound good?” Wally looked up at them, previous train of thought falling off into the back of his mind.

“Promise I won’t make things too boring, but you’ll have to excuse me a bit, an old (animal) like me only has so much natural wit left by now.” (Name) reassured further, smiling and making a hand over heart gesture with one hand as their other reached out to him in offering. He gave their hand a glance before looking back up to their expression. Well, he couldn’t say no to that, now could he?

—

-You stayed true to your word, giving him a full tour of the place. He didn’t even realize how little you really described the places you visited, too distracted by all the stories of your friends you told him. If he was anxious before, that was definitely gone now. With every last tale you regaled, he found himself relating more and more. Sure, your friends were definitely a little more rowdy than he thought his were, but they all had that same love for eachother he seen in his neighborhood time and time again.

-He stuck by your side for the most part, tailing you like a lost dog around the place even after the tour was really over. Initially, it was just because you’d offered to sit with him while some of your friends put on a show, but he’d found himself jumping off your little stage you two had watched from to follow you to your room and talk more before even thinking about it.

(-He’d enjoyed that show immensely. Your friends were all such talented musicians! He couldn’t recognize the song they were playing, but from your heavy applause and their beaming at the sound, he joined in with his own, softer clapping. You’d pointed out each member of the band to him, leaning over to tell him a little bit about them and reminding him of the ones he’d already heard of and met. The music was loud and proud, but he’d found himself fixated on the sound of your voice anyway.)

-When he finally got to see how you performed alongside all your friends, he was excited. Not only did he finally get to see your talent, but he also got to see just how you interacted with your friends. You all bounced off eachother well, similarly to that conversation between Chelsea and Cole that he’d interpreted as an argument but you’d told him was banter- he could see now, how even when some of you were making digs at eachother, everyone was smiling and laughing. You all were so close that you knew the mean words didn’t mean anything bad, only said to amuse and entertain. It was nice.

-He didn’t realize how sucked into the performance he was getting, completely unaware of the puzzled look his own friend, Barnaby was giving him. It was only till the dog followed the shorter puppet’s gaze that he got an idea of what was going on. He could only snicker to himself, leaning back in his chair now that he’d assured his friend was alright. Once curtains were finally called and Wally had paused in his clapping, without any preface, Barnaby had spoken up. “So, the (animal), huh?”

[blue-grama]

A teeny Boston fix-it fic

Had some feelings about Boston's ending (like everyone on this website), decided to channel them into fix-it fic (like half the people on this website). Please enjoy this missing scene that would have fixed everything for me had they shot it (or something like it). [Edit: A slightly amended version now lives on AO3.] New York, February 2024

The text comes while Boston is enjoying a post-fuck joint at the window of his shitty shoebox apartment in Washington Heights.

“Huh,” he says, passing the joint to the boy next to him and unlocking his phone. The guy takes a hit and blows the smoke out the window, elbows propped on the windowsill. He leans over Boston’s shoulder.

“That’s fucking cool,” he says, and it takes Boston a second to realize he means the Thai alphabet, not the fact that Boston has just received a cordial text from that shithead Mew, of all people.

“Mmm,” he says, trying to process the text. He’s high enough that he feels less relaxed and more stupid, like he’s got to parse each word individually. Mew is thanking him for the photograph he’d sent for the hostel. It looks good on the wall, he’s written.

“Anything important?” the boy next to him asks. He’s blonde, with shaggy, tousled hair, now all the more so for the way Boston had pulled it while he had him bent over his bed. They’d met at a bar not long after Boston had arrived, and now they have a nice little booty-call thing going on. The guy is a graduate student in something Boston doesn’t give a fuck about – biochemistry? bioengineering? – and he probably couldn’t find Thailand on a map, which is fine by Boston because he couldn’t find wherever this guy grew up in on a map, either. He has the vague impression of the middle of the country, something something deserts and corn. They know no one in common and have nothing in common, which is also fine by Boston. He’s learned now not to fuck anyone he might end up liking.

The only problem is that the guy’s name is Nicholas, of all things. “Nicholas or Nick,” he’d said to Boston, when he’d first sidled up to him with the promise of sex in his eyes. “I don’t care which.” Boston has never once shortened it, even though he knows his accent renders the syllables just a little bit off.

“Important?” Nicholas repeats, and Boston realizes he’s been staring at his phone screen for too long. Six weeks ago, even a month ago, when he was lonely and exhausted from operating in English all day, he would have said yes, and maybe could you get out of here, I’ve got to make a call. But now that he’s found his feet and daily life comes a bit more automatically, he’s not so sure. Mew and his sanctimony and Nick and all of Boston’s mistakes are so far away.

“Nicholas,” he says, instead of answering. “You wouldn’t catch feelings for me, would you?”

Nicholas looks alarmed. “Uhh. Look, no offense, because you seem like a cool dude, but I’m super not looking for anything serious right now. I’ve got so much work with school, and I just thought we were blowing off steam—”

Boston can’t help but laugh at his own panic reflected in someone else. “It’s good, it’s good,” he says. “Relax. That’s what I want, too.”

Nicholas takes another hit. “So what, ex-hookup texting you?”

“Ex-friend,” Boston says. “Long story.”

“Oh,” Nicholas says, nodding with the wisdom only half a joint of primo cannabis can confer. “I lost friends when I came out, too.”

Boston snorts. “It’s not that. I fucked his situationship.” He’d learned that word from another hookup a couple weeks back, and he loves it. Excellent fucking idiom. “He got a recording of it and threatened me that he’d play it for my dad –”

“The fuck?” Nicholas says. “Jesus. Dude.”

“What?” Boston says.

“That’s like, deeply fucked up.”

Boston shrugs, feeling half a step behind. “It was my fault,” he says.

“Bro,” Nicholas says. “I think that’s like, a crime.”

Boston can’t quite figure out what to say to that. He’d thought Mew was taking it too far that day, but no one else has ever suggested that Boston deserved any less.

But then, Americans are quick to tell people to fuck off. And Nicholas doesn’t have the whole story.

“He’s talking to me again,” Boston says, showing Nicholas the phone, which he can’t read so why did he just do that? “I tried to say sorry before, but he didn’t forgive me.”

“Do you forgive him?” Nicholas says. “I mean, is that ‘I’m sorry I tried to revenge porn you’ in Thai?”

“Um,” Boston says. “No?”

“Well then,” Nicholas says. “You didn’t ask me, but I’d leave that shit on read.”

Boston blinks at Mew’s text a couple of times. His head is clearing a bit. Maybe he doesn’t need, like, closure or anything. Maybe he’s a dick, but maybe his old friends are dicks, too, and maybe he can just … try not to fuck anyone’s situationship in the future. To the best of his ability.

“Yeah,” he says, putting the phone down. “Yeah, okay.”

[silver-dawn-draws]

I don't think I've posted many on here so I'll post a few (also you're so real for that capshot is my life. Live, laugh, love, capshot)

★ Shotgun man uses his shotgun like a baseball bat when he runs out of ammo

★ Shotgun the type of guy to say stuff like "I'm not afraid of anything!!" Then have some cliche fear like heights or Trypophobia

★ Shotgun would not be able to take anything seriously at all

★ Captain takes his job seriously, but he just really sucks at it (not nearly as bad as Shotgun though)

★ Captain seems like the type of person to like transformers

★ I imagine Shotgun ends up in the hospital quite a bit for injuries he obtained from doing dumb stuff, not a huge amount, but wayy more than the average person

★ Captain would make up random stuff to tell Shotgun just for Shotgun to go, "Really?" And he can go, "No"

★ Captain's hair is naturally a bit curly, it very distinctly curls up at the ends (look at his concept art) but he puts gel in it

★ Shotgun would live under a rock. He knows nothing about what's going on in the world. Captain would ask him if he remembers something that happened literal years ago and he'd just be like, "WHAT??"

★ Shotgun would really like sour candies and gummies. Captain would be more of a chocolate person (specifically dark chocolate)

★ Captain has a fake plant he bought, thinking it was real, and didn't figure out it was fake until he watered it and none of the water got absorbed into the fake dirt. He also has one of those big fake floor plants in his office at work. Also captain would be very picky (??) about letting people in his office.

★ Captain would take stupidly long showers

★ Shotgun is nearsighted and needs glasses but doesn't have them. If he did have them they'd break immediately.

★ Shotgun and Jack probably get along pretty well (they're both trigger happy). Both Jack and John would hate captain with a passion though.

★ Shotgun would suck at remembering people's names

★ Captain and Commando would be good friends (my reasoning is that in every fuckin fps, captains first appearance, they showed up together [I don't have much to work with])

★ Shotgun's favorite donuts would be cake donuts

★ Shotgun is the type of guy to lick a salt lamp

★ Captain would have a salt lamp

★ Shotgun has licked Captain's salt lamp behind his back

★ Shotgun would suck so bad at cooking, he's lit a coffee pot on fire before

★ Captain would actually be pretty good at cooking

★ Captain would have a black car that is in really good condition and is very clean. He'd be very proud of it and every time someone rode in his car for the first time he'd have a whole monologue about it and he'd do stuff like patting the hood of it affectionately while showing his car off.  His car would be named Midnight Obsidian and if anyone said it and shortened it to just Midnight or Obsidian he'd correct them and be like, "uhh no you have to say the full thing."

★ Captain's favorite smell would be coconut and Shotgun's would either be ice cream store or gunpowder

★ AuDHD shotgun real

[shkika]

[RECORDED BROADCAST : 1681.662] - PRIVATE Seven Red Suns, Chasing Wind

CW: Have you had any contact with Five Pebbles recently?

SRS: Not in a long while actually! Unless worrying about him counts.

CW: One of his neighbors, Unparalleled Innocence, sent an overseer to his can and got some images. They were made public in the local group, in an effort to be mean I suppose. There's no other way of putting it he looks awful.

SRS: Tell me.

CW: He's got the rot, very badly. Big cysts have become mobile and are scattering down the west and middle legs. He does listen to you, and few others by now, so you should talk to him.

SRS: I will try to contact him. Does Moon know?

CW: Moon has been unavailable for some time.

[Pending upload to local group records by dispatched Overseer. Unit will enter read only state in 432 cycles.]

UI leaked pebbles rot images in the local group, but suns didn't know until CW told them, which might imply that they are not part of the local group

THIS DISCUSSION IS GOING!! I've gotten a bunch of asks about this along with tags and replies oh my. Just gonna state that Suns to me and in my ask-blog is part of the local group and honestly at this point even if James himself came up to told me I'm wrong I can't change that cause I set it up already ..? SO UHH hm

ANYWAY LET'S RAMBLE!!

I honestly think the strongest pointer to the implication that SRS isn't part of the local group is the fact they didn't know about Pebbles' situation first. So Chasing Wind had to tell them!

I see it! I've always made the assumption they just weren't active in the local group messages (just like how we haven't seen a single word about Innocence in the game even if she's canonically closest to Moon and Pebbles out of the others)

^ Especially, because I assumed this meant that UI spread the information further than just the local group. Which! I don't know!

I don't think my assumption is FULLY baseless, just because of how the approach the conversation with NSH is?

They're being vague about hurting someone. If the chats were in the local group, which NSH has access to, but SRS doesn't it feels so bizarre to me they'd try to vague point at it as if there's any chance NSH wouldn't have already seen. Like what hopes do you have buddy?? The fact that Pebbles has the rot and is in such a terrible condition is like uhm... well yeah.

Still they've never been active in a local group chat and it was through Chasing that they found out about the rot situation so I don't know!

Also a good point!! Once again I read it differently! I thought the "She's very close to Five Pebbles" wasn't a descriptor, but more so a reason on why he's worried about her. "She's close to him (rot infested doofus) and I'm her friend man"

Them not knowing Moon very well isn't too much of evidence for either statement. What they did not understand about Moon is why she wouldn't force Pebbles to stop dead in his tracks and save her life. Which is an extremely valid question, because as his administrator she had the power to do so. NSH is a close friend of hers group or not and explains.

They do still call her Big Sis Moon which is rather weird if you're not part of her local group? Aside also shortening her name to just Moon. (which could be either familiarity or convenience, no solid evidence)

They also got into contact with Five Pebbles VERY soon after he was put online according to SRS themselves which is possible both ways! Just felt more likely if they were part of the local group.

AND SPEARMASTER.

We don't know what "local group" means, but I always assumed, because of the name it partly meant distance.

Iterators are VERY far from each other, usually. Like quite far even local group wise. I assumed that for a slug cat like Spearmaster to have been capable to make the journey to Pebbles and back... and then do the same AGAIN, it meant that SM made a long journey, but one that was like... y'know not from one part of the continent to the other big.

I assume distance plays a role, because in a cream pearls..

The implication is that Local groups held out together the longest.

I can't imagine this poor creature covering a such a massive worth of land on foot..!

SM was given the pearl inside their chest mainly for it to be hidden, but also as an instinct that's true! So they know where to go.

Hunter doesn't have that not because it isn't needed, but because NSH was rushing. As implied by these lines.

NSH was rushing them so much they ended up with the rot, I doubt there was any time left to perfect a homing instinct or do much of anything really. I think NSH is probably closer than SRS (just for poor Hunter's sake honestly), but I don't know by how much really- iterators seem to be built PRETTY far from each other. The only other closest neighbor is UI. Which means NSH is farther than her.

But either way yeah. I've dug info for a WHILE now I can't seem to find any super solid evidence for either. I'm just sharing my interpretation as always. You can headcanon either one of these and call them canon in my book really.

[victorianmilkmaid]

So, according to the slightly shortened version of the Newman-Goldfarb protocols I'm doing, I should come off the birth control and start pumping & nursing every two hours starting in April. Should I conveniently book a little vacation for me and my fellow a week or so after my milk has come in?

Pro: we'd have an excuse to lay around doing nothing but nursing and uhh... enjoying the milk and my boobs

Con: I'd feel guilty about having taken us somewhere else, and we'd actually end up doing touristy stuff while my boobs threaten to destroy my bra

One of the upsides and downsides of an ANR is that I have to express milk every two hours no matter what for the first few months of establishing a supply. Does that mean we've had to nurse in changing rooms or the cramped cabin of a boat? Yes. Is it a pain in the ass while still being hot and sexy and cozy? Much yes. I can't decide if turning that 2-hour imperative into a little sexy getaway is a good idea or not

[dj-wayback]

wade didn't like zir full name being used, right?

…No, they never liked their full name. Or even the shortened version of it, really—the one that they didn’t pick, I mean. Always said it was too serious and, uhm, never fit. That it was what their parents wanted of them and not what they actually wanted. Didn’t even introduce themself with it when we first met—not that it bothered me—I mean, I was a little confused, I guess, but soon enough I didn’t really care—and then a loooong while after, just one random cycle, they went ‘hey, you know Wade’s not my actual name, right?’ and I just looked at them like ‘uhh, well yea, but it’s still your name’ and…that seemed to make them happier. I let them know they don’t have to share it and that it wouldn’t change anything, but they still decided to tell me. I’m…honestly, I’m still not sure what that meant, if they didn’t like it that much. I mean, even when their p—when people called them by their other name, they obviously weren’t a fan of it, but they always acted like it was fine and it didn’t matter, and I always told them to stop letting it slide and just tell them and come on—

Um. My bad. Short answer: no.

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

Hey, I’m bored so I’m gonna send you some owl house questions (unless you tell me to shut up and then I will)

Who’s your favorite character and why is it Hunter /j

How many times have you watched the series

Do you have any controversial opinions/ships? I will not hate on you I promise :D

Who’s your least favorite character(s)

Hopefully you don’t mind questions

hiiii omg sorry AUGH.

1.) not you joking that hunters my favorite character 💀😭😭 /s. nowhere near my favorite character bestie 😭😭😭.

MY FAVORITE character in all seriousness is amity or raine!!! (luz is a close tie with amity bc i was a luz kin first.) but both of their characters mean SO much to me. especially raine's. i wont go ramble heavy but a lot of the reason i love the queer characters in the show are because of the fact that their "queerness" is not made into a character trait. people acknowledge raine as who they are and dont question or think of their identity as a negative. most of the media i found growing up centered around stories about queer people and their journey to realization OF being queer, and not where they already knew. thats one of the most definitive reasons i love toh so much too.

their identities and sexualities arent a "oh theyre the gay character" or "oh thats the nonbinary one" its an extension of themselves beneath other traits. because as a queer person myself theres WAY more that makes me myself than the fact that i identify the way i do. seeing amity develop feelings on screen for luz and then choose for herself on what she wanted. breaking away from her mother and destroying the rhetoric of what was assumed and assigned onto her.

people will talk shit about it and how "amity changed for luz" or blah blah blah. but thats not entirely true. when luz met amity, she saw her as who she was. not a name. not a rich girl. she threatened her stability. the comfort. luz encouraged her in ways that no one had before. about things amity found passion in. especially Azura!! amity changed because she realized she wanted more than what her parents forced onto her. luzs carefree and comfort being WARM and encouraging to do things that SHE ENJOYED. amity changed because she wanted to be more than her parents and be happy and luz just so happened to be the catalyst of that. and raine- as a nonbinary person makes me feel so validated.

2.) uhh surprisingly ive watched s1 like a good 13 or so times??? s2 though ive only watched through fully like once when i first watched it. i did watch individual eps from s2 so its not like i hadnt watched it ONLY once. s3 at least 4 times. s1 is definitely my favorite. even if like the real plot started coming in during s2. the nostalgia of 2020 and the fandom during that time is probably my reason. s1 lumitys energy and lumity as a ship was so simple and yet different.

3.) i think the fandom forgave camila too quickly for what she did to luz. it irks me how they then turned around and "noceda siblings" became a full thing. meanwhile people forget that darius wanted the best for hunter??? "he only had _" shut up. the show was shortened!!! WHO came to hunter during s3? NOT camila. it was darius and ebber! that man is more of a candidate for a parent for hunter than camila. vee and luz as sisters? YES valid. i love that. but hunter does NOT need to be included in literally everything regarding luz. people forget that king literally called himself luzs brother. "your family now" does NOT have to mean a familial tie. there are some friends who are so close like brother and sister BUT THEY ARENT. i cant stand noceda siblings. dadrius is just something that makes sense and i like the parallel potential of it. however speaking i will not get pissy if someone enjoys it, these characters are subjective. as long as you dont tear down others favorites and are respectful i have no issue with differing of beliefs. its just for me personally i wish it wasnt so... forgetful of king and luzs siblinghood.

4.) ive covered hunter before. i don't really like him all that much just due to how fandom treats him. his character in canon is cool though. i like dadrius. its the exception. grimwalker lore still feels very interesting though.

dont mind questions at all dw. sorry for the rambles but i like talking about toh so :D.

[maibluemen]

ok while i'm working on which meta stuff i want to have on this blog, i do want to make a somewhat? detailed post on some name headcanons i have. so. some countries whose names i either tweak or change from the ones suggested by himaruya (arguably, there are no canon names. alfred is really the only one you could argue for lol)

🇷🇺 - ivan ivanovich morozov

hima doesn't give patronymics to the countries that would use them. ivanovich comes from ivan being very young and asked what his full name is, and the only male name he could think of was his own lol so he just stuck with it. and yes both sisters have teased him for this. morozov is derived from the russian word for "frost," which i find fitting; i wanted to find a non-jewish surname for him because i don't headcanon him as jewish and. of all the non-jewish countries to have a jewish surname.....well. no judgement on people who use braginsky and i doubt himaruya meant any harm or anything but yeah that's why i use a different surname for him lol

🇱🇹 - tolvydas jonas laurinaitis

shoutout to @hinotorihime who i believe was one of the first, if not the first person in the fandom to suggest tolys being a more accurate translation of トーリス (since japanese doesn’t distinguish between R/L sounds like indo-european languages do, and english doesn’t distinguish between I/Y the way lithuanian does, and tolys being an EXCEEDINGLY uncommon name, i don’t think “toris” is an unreasonable translation to have made after the game of language telephone from lithuanian->japanese-> english lol. トーリス would be directly transliterated like “to risu” for those unfamiliar with katakana. it’s worth noting that pixiv translates his character tag as “tolys”). uhh the source he gave me is a website that no longer exists and wasn't archived unfortunately, but "tolvydas" means something like "far seer" and tolys is a shortened form of it jonas is the name he added when he was finally baptized, and it's in reference to john the baptist anyway, here is an old post where she explains some name meanings!

🇪🇪 - eduard tamm

look i know eduard isn't really used in estonia but the guy simply gives off eduard vibes to me, sorry tamm, aside from being the most common surname, means "oak"

🇱🇻 - raivis bērziņš

bērziņš is, again, the most common surname and means "birch"

ed and raivis having the most common surnames in their countries i swear isn't me being lazy, i like the idea of all 3 baltics having tree names (laurinaitis referring to "laurel")

🇵🇱 - feliks mieczysław kazimierz łukasiewicz

who let the poles be catholic so. feliks has only been a name used in poland since around the 1800s? iirc, it was specifically brought over because of a fascination with french names but i might be wrong lol (and ultimately the origins of the name are latin, so variants of it are pretty old anyway). anyway. i've decided that his first name used to be mieczysław and he changed it around the time of the napoleonic wars to feliks, but kept the old name. kazimierz was chosen at his baptism and refers to st casimir, one of the many patron saints of poland (there's literally a wikipedia article dedicated to them all lol)

🐥 - gilbert maria beilschmidt

mary was just a hugely important aspect of gil's history as a knight (and the specific orders he represented also). he hasn't been catholic in centuries but he keeps maria in his legal name because that's his mom, guys

N. 🇮🇹 - felice luca veneziano

veneziano and romano being surnames (meaning "venetian" and "roman" respectively) i decided to just...assign the italy bros their uh. titles? as surnames. apparently siblings having separate surnames isn't unheard of for the nations lol, anyway. i thought it would be more fitting as i also headcanon that there's at least 20 italies (corresponding with each modern-day region though the actual history gets a bit messier, like my tuscany oc is more properly my florence oc.....that's another post, tho) and vene and romano represent. well. veneto (but originally venice) and lazio (but originally the city of rome...though i have yet to decide when he started representing rome because he's not an Ancient....anyway.....) felice being the italian variant of "felix" luca is a baptismal name referring to st luke, who is a patron of (amongst other things) artists

S. 🇮🇹 - lovino francesco romano

heh so lovino is in the category of not really a real name but i like it and have never really felt drawn to another name instead francesco refers to st francis of assisi who is hugely popular. well, in general. and is a patron of italy. i need to workshop some more headcanons about romano and religion because of....reasons lol, but this is definitely a name he took on relatively recently.

[sopuu]

So you know how Radar said something about Aiden wanting to redeem himself and how there was another letter saying "WATCH OUT" or something like that and it had the initials of W.P. On it?

Well 2 questions

1, If Aiden, Maya and Gill showed up to Beacontown to redeem themselves, how do you think everyone would react?

2, How do you think Cassie managed to get out of the hole she was in?

(in my opinion, I feel like Mevia and Hadrian had something to do with Cassie escaping.)

honestly? i don't think aiden and his gang would head back to beacontown, not on their own terms at least. as someone who's been tormenting jesse for god knows how long, to the point where he's willing to terrorise a city and commit murder if it means getting jesse out of the frame, i don't think it's his place to determine when he should show his face in front of him again (and i feel like aiden would understand that after he's done some growing and thinking of his own). redeeming can come in different ways- and he's definitely got a city's worth of mistakes to fix and atone for before heading home.

despite that, i imagine he'd occasionally send letters to jesse throughout the years post sky city, giving updates on the city's development on new land, how isa and milo are doing, complaining (jokingly) about how much of a bother community service is and most importantly assuring that they're working hard to redeem themselves there. he'd also make sure to drop in a subtle message saying he'd be willing to talk if jesse ever decides to come visit.

but if we do follow the hypothetical scenario, uhh i mean they probably wouldn't be getting much of a warm welcome considering where they all last left off lol. jesse, olivia and axel would definitely be more...skeptical, but if aiden and his gang were really genuine with their apology jesse would be the type to give them a second chance. after all these years he'd have matured himself too- he's seen the rise, falls, guilt and redemptions of even the most corrupted so he'd know if they're sincere about wanting to better themselves.

and lukas? oh this can be a whole post on its own bc i have so much to say on this. to shorten it though, he would not want to talk to them, especially aiden. ever. and rightfully so imo. it's a lot more personal to him than anyone else, because in my eyes they were once the best of friends, maybe even grew up together, and had genuinely great memories. if even after YEARS of that, aiden's jealousy of jesse grew to the point where he was willing (and even eager) to throw all that away -- was that really all their friendship meant to him? sure, he and the gang are more than apologetic for what they've done now. but if there hadn't been any water when lukas fell, or if he didn't make it into the lake, that's...it. there'd be no one to apologise to. and aiden kicked him off there knowing that full well. so yeah, lukas gets to not forgive in my book

as for cassie! tbh i don't have many thoughts on this lol, and i do like the idea that hadrian and mevia helped her out since it's implied she's an old builder too, plus they all have some sort of vendetta against jesse. or if we're going the more technical minecraft route she could've just. done a skyblock strat?? take the block behind the one she's on, place it in front, stand on that block, rinse and repeat till she's outta there fhdgks

[davilasinfiltro]

In which hellaverse!skephalo sold their souls to each other and learn about soul chains

688 words

Also happy birthday @bagelrites !

“Careful, Skeppy!!”

A red chain suddenly shoots out of Bad’s hand and wraps around Skeppy’s wrist, saving him from walking into a puddle of some poor sinner’s blood slicking up the brimstone.

“Oh thanks Bad, wait what the fuck?”

They stare at the glowing shackle fitting snugly around Skeppy’s wrist for a beat before interrupting each other.

“Uhh—“

“When could you do this? How do you take it off?” Skeppy flails the chain that’s still in Bad’s grasp. “Are we just, like, stuck together now?” His tail sways in apprehension.

“Skeppy, calm down. I’m sure I can just—“ Bad lets go of the chain and instantly it fizzles away. “See? You can calm your muffins.”

“Okay, but what was that? Is it like one of your demon powers?” Skeppy rubs his wrist where the shackle was. It left a slightly cold sensation that actually felt pleasant compared to Hell’s heat.

“I mean. Probably yes? Maybe I have more powers I haven’t found yet”

“Here. Grab that light pole with your chain thingy.”

With an outstretched hand, Bad reaches for the light pole but no chain appears in his hand. He throws his hand out over and over but nothing happens except looking like he’s attempting using Jedi force.

Skeppy giggles at Bad’s increasing frustration. “Dude, maybe you’re just bad at this.”

“Oh, be quiet. It worked when I did it to you.”

Without much thought, he tries to manifest the chain on Skeppy again and this time it latches onto his neck, throwing him off balance so he falls to the ground kneeling in front of Bad with a small yell. Their eyes meet and Bad comes up with the awful thought that Skeppy looks very pretty like this. The slight glow of the chain reflects in his diamond embedded skin and in his eyes. His deep brown eyes looking up at him wide with surprise.

“Look who’s staying quiet…” Bad teases with a low voice. Skeppy flushes hot across his face. Stupid chain thingy and Bad’s stupid smile driving him insane. He’s about to stand up when Bad tugs on the chain and brings him back to the floor so he’s on his hands and knees now. The shiver that runs through his body is obvious but he hopes that Bad ignores it. He looks up at Bad and tugs at the shackle around his neck.

“Okay Bad I’m sorry… you’re good at this. Now can you take it off, please?”

Being able to bring Skeppy to his knees whenever Bad wanted does something funny to his gut. Not only because of the immense satisfaction of getting Skeppy to stop teasing him and apologize, but also seeing him in such a… subservient pose. The chain around Skeppy’s neck commands respect and— it finally clicks in his head.

The chain disappears from Skeppy’s neck and he gets up from the ground, brushing off the debris from his hands on his pants.

“Skeppy, I don’t think this is one of my demon powers.”

“Huh? What do you mean.”

“I think it’s part of the soul deal we made… since I technically own your soul. I have a sort of, control over you.”

“Ohhh… OH! Wait so—“

Skeppy reaches towards Bad’s neck and a light blue chain snaps close around it.

“Agh, Skeppyyy!” Bad grabs the chain to relieve some tension before he can fall face first into the ground. Skeppy laughs at having a tall scary demon leaning forwards precariously from a chain around his neck whining at him.

“I’m so going to have fun with this.” Skeppy wraps the chain around his hand to shorten the length and bring Bad’s face closer to him. Bad grumbles and pushes Skeppy’s cheek playfully with a large clawed hand.

“I should’ve kept my mouth shut. I’m starting to regret selling my soul to you.”

“Aww too bad I’m not giving it back. It’s mine forever.”

“Nooo!” Bad says with a big smile on his face. He summons a chain around Skeppy’s neck. “I guess I’m stuck with you.”

Skeppy swallows hard around the shackle constricting his neck lovingly.

“Yeah you are.”