#wayward guide meme

[halloweenacara]

all my beasts! my main account is totally full now rip. names & info under the cut

aske - halloween acara, he/they - horror artist & author, kinda the main character. he writes a horror-comedy comic, but his most famous work is a series of intense horror novels published under a pseudonym. he's secretly a huge scaredy-cat & has become very fond of a certain zafara.

flora - mutant aisha, she/her - baker & activist. she runs a little bakery in the haunted woods that only employs other mutants. she's sweet as sugar, but you don't want to be on her bad side. not afraid of anything- in fact, she has a sweet spot for the scariest resident, alder.

fossil - tyrannian elephante, he/him - anthropologist, museum curator, technically undead. he was found in a glacier on the border between tyrannia and terror mountain & revived. now, he has a special interest in tyrannian history, spending more time in the field than behind a desk. he will talk your ear off.

kilroy - steampunk zafara, he/him - a knight from the golden era of meridell- sort of. he was brought to life via a wayward spell from mac, pulling him from the pages of a book of old meridellian tales. he's a little lost, but taking it in stride- besides, he has a cute lil acara to help him out.

pup - toy poogle, they/she - midi musician, streamer, sapient robot. they speak almost exclusively in internet memes and audio clips. she has a vast collection of expression stickers, one for every mood. recently, they've been visiting veknir's workshop every night…

mu - burlap kau, he/they - fiber artist, gardener, ex-scarecrow. he used to live in a farm north of the haunted woods, then took himself off his stick and ran away. he sewed his legs himself, as he didn't have any originally, and has to fix them often. makes a lot of crochet plushies and blankets- stark contrast to the manor's otherwise spooky vibe.

alder - shadow skeith, she/her - groundskeeper. an intense individual, to say the least. she's been with the manor longer than anyone can recall. she mostly keeps to herself- she lives in a small cabin on the edge of the courtyard. she spends her time meticulously cleaning the tombstones, or lurking in the yard in the midst of heavy rain. aske is terrified of her.

rory - chocolate/halloween bori, he/it - some variety of candy-based creature. he only joined the group recently- previously he was known as the thing that howls and roars just past the fence line. he smells like candy corn and hot cocoa- apart from the bones, of course. those smell like death.

maxie - ghost cybunny, she/her - tour guide/scam artist. she offers tours of the manor, even installing a little gift shop in the foyer. most of the 'haunted features' on the tour are fake. even if the others wanted her to leave (frankly, she's a rude, self-serving conwoman), she couldn't- she died in the manor. every time someone asks how she died she gives them a different story.

veknir - speckled grundo, he/him - alien, scientist, engineer. he keeps the manor running- repairing old appliances, fixing broken railing. of course, he did blow up the microwave trying to improve it. he crash-landed in the courtyard while fleeing someone and set up a workshop/lab in the basement. who knows what he gets up to down there? do we want to know?

cake - snot chomby, it/its - slime monster. one of veknir's experiments gone awry- well, it made a new creature, but cake's a rebel. it chose its name after coming to life and immediately raiding vek's lab minifridge. it has a massive sweet tooth- flora is its best friend- and takes its sick axe guitar everywhere (it can't play it)

remy - halloween xweetok, he/they/she - the owner of the october house. the oldest resident (besides kilroy, technically?) and also the hottest (according to remy). if he's not ominously swirling a glass of something red in the study, he's at some club doing drag.

diaveli - halloween ixi, she/they/it - some variety of horrid clown thing. her entire existence is dedicated to tormenting aske and causing problems.

chimaera - lab rat, they/them - they have chronic health issues, but visiting the lab ray and changing their body calms their aches. it also leaves them ravenously hungry and pays fairly well. they also "work" at maxie's gift shop. they sometimes play on pup's streams as a guest.

mac - mutant lenny, he/him - wizard. he spends all his time hidden away in his tower, practicing spells or mixing potions. his hermit-like tendencies are partly because he needs privacy for his evil machinations and party due to crippling social anxiety.

croaksby - candy quiggle, he/him - butler, janitor, etc. a long-suffering servant, croaksby has worked for remy for a long, long time. he does actually enjoy his work- if he gets frustrated with a resident, he can always add a touch of poison to their nightly tea/coffee/borovan- not enough to kill them, of course...

[smytherines]

I went through my big Starkid era over the last like six months or so. I had seen Spies Are Forever once a few months back, liked it, but it kinda got buried by life stuff. Maybe a week or two before the tinlightenment kickstarter started up, I remembered SAF and decided to rewatch it, and seeing it again with the context of the full story just really spoke to me in a way I cannot shut up about.

I love Spies Are Forever. I love how funny and tender and gay and hilarious it is. But as much as I love SAF, I'm most grateful that I've gotten to make so many friends bonding over this show. Friends who are working so so so hard to promote the kickstarter because they love Tin Can Bros stuff as much as I do. We have had so much fun on streams, making up ridiculous inside jokes, posting sandwiches and asses in bios and the Sacred Text.

When I found out about the kickstarter I went and liked all the socials, not even thinking about funding it if I'm honest, but I wanted to share stuff at least. That has changed in a big way. I just increased my pledge today, actually!

Anyways I kept rewatching SAF and appreciating it in new ways. I watched Solve It Squad and Grunch and Wayward Guide. I started engaging with the tinlightenment posts. I asked my partner for the 54 Below digital ticket for Valentines Day. I made a new tumblr for the first time in years so I could post hyperfixations about SAF. I made a Diane Lopez-Richter meme that still makes me smile every time I see it, and now I'm just doing as much TCB promo as I possibly can because I really believe in what they're doing.

Theatre is hard. Independent theatre is so much harder. I spent 8 years in a children's community theatre company growing up. My mom did their books in exchange for my tuition. It was always a hustle to keep the doors open. I can say without question that it saved my life. It gave me a space to safely have my big ADHD feelings. Theatre gives you space to feel huge things in a safe way, and TCB provides free, fully original productions to anyone who can access youtube.

I backed the Tinlightenment kickstarter because these original shows and songs and characters are rare and precious, given to us FOR FREE in the hopes that we'll continue to choose to support all of these wonderful creators when they do these big fundraising campaigns.

Corey, Joey, and Brian have spent ten years working hard as fuck to bring us new things for our goblin brains to latch onto, and I want to see more. They have been working so hard on this kickstarter to give us SEVEN events for 200k, which is basically nonsense. An irrationally small amount of money for what they are planning to do. And I want to see them get there.

If you can't back the kickstarter, that's totally cool. Everyone has their own shit going on, nobody is going to hold it against you. We love you we love you we love you.

If you can afford to throw a few bucks towards the kickstarter, please please do it. Independent theatre only happens if we fund it.

>>> Tinlightenment <<<

(Reposting the Diane meme because I love watching her get new treats)

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

I was motivated to ask and follow up because I grew up/live/play in the south US (FL specifically) and it's a bit silly but I really identified with playing tau. people call you a Xenos loving commie so much and you start to- think Hell yeah I am! I didn't expect to open up this much but i didnt expect to get emotionally invested in someone elses anon meme gift. Tau'va guide P'oh in her dealings with the Gue'la. I would also welcome her and your opinion on commander Farsight and his wayward enclave.

huh.

O don't know enough T'au to help.

[scnsuality]

what does your heart look like? (MAGNUS edition)

A GUIDING, GOLDEN LIGHT

Just because you cannot see your own heart doesn’t mean that others can’t. Your heart is blinding, captivating, a fire so bright that others can’t bring themselves to look away. It illuminates the path they follow and cements you as a guiding star for their own wayward hearts. Every experience you’ve lived through has built your lighthouse heart up just a little higher. You are inspirational, a light that doesn’t go out.

tagged by: @unapxlogeticme

tagging: as usual: anyone wants to do this! if you want a specific muse to do this meme, feel free to tag me again or reach out, and let me know which muse you are interested in hearing about.

[sunsetcougar]

Oh multiple people were definitely filming and the videos ended up getting semi popular. The imagine of Emily balancing several Bibles and pulling another out of her bag at the same time became a meme.

If asked Emily will say she was just doing her duty as a seraph and guiding a wayward soul in the right direction. But Lute saw that angry glint in her eye at the preachers comments towards them and knows Emily also enjoyed delivering that punishment.

Hawk Feather AU (but can also just be a general Emilute headcanon). Emily and Lute will go on dates to Earth, in human disguises of course, and more than once Emily has gotten into an argument with a street preacher and out preached them.

Lute is just standing nearby watching proudly as Emily summons another version of the Bible from her bag to prove her point while she balances three others on her other arm. She’s gathered a small audience and the preacher is running out of steam under the sheer might of a seraph determined to debunk their hate.

[raetheorygal]

 This is my favourite video I ever created. I would you check it out! @tincanbros made an amazing series for wayward guide and i hope that yall like it! the video i mean!

[saharzahids]

GET TO KNOW ME MEME: [1/5] TV Shows -> Wayward Guide For The Untrained Eye

“Listen to me. That crazy bitch killed Ryan. Now you have one bullet in that gun. If it’s meant for anyone, it’s meant for her.”

[yeoldemothmemes]

Wayward Guide Werewolf Sentence Starters

Taken from the Tin Can Bros youtube series - Wayward guide - but just the lines about werewolves Out of context spoilers ahead Included are some alternate versions of the lines just for ease of use Feel free to change pronouns and alter as needed Content warnings: Murder, Blood, Death, “Werewolves?” “Folklore is a part of any culture��� “Lycantropes, that means werewolves” “I don’t actually believe any of these myths” “Do you know anything about werewolves?” “I think I’m a werewolf now” “That is a big dog” “Chased by a real werewolf” “It seems there is a pack of werewolves trying to destroy us all” “I just feel like werewolves are in right now” “Too obvious. Not a werewolf” “I’m not a werewolf” “Can we get to the bottom of this werewolf problem?” “Sounds like something a werewolf would say” “Let’s find out what the werewolves might want more than anything?” “My church is open to all, even wolves” “Which is why I’m assembling a werewolf hunting task force”  “I don’t know how much of a person I am anymore” “The raw meat? Constant itching? My awesome new hearing? Isn’t it obvious?” “My sense of smell - it’s good” “I’d keep the howling down if I were you” “Off the record - I’m a werewolf” “We want nothing more than to live in peace with the humans” “There is more of them than us” “Every wolf has been accounted for” “Someone is trying to put the blame on the wolves” “With your intellect and recently acquired abilities, I think you can help” “The fact that your recent attack has turned you into a _____” “The fact that your recent attack has turned you into a werewolf” “I feel I should advise you on some of the things you’re going through” “If not werewolves, then who or what is killing everyone?” “Too little and we are beholden to the moon, too much and it kills us” “All the victims look like they were torn apart by a wolf” “I think I’m better suited here” “Some people in town might have powers” “Some people with special abilities” “Are you talking about werewolves?” “It’s as I suspected, you’re turning” “Do they know I’m a wolf” “I’m a werewolf” “I took an enormous risk telling you this” “We are not the enemy here” “If this is true then you have been lying to me my entire life” “Before you found out I was a werewolf, I was still your friend” “Of course, a silver bullet” “A wolf, a big white wolf just came out of nowhere and killed them” “Why kill your fellow wolves?” “I’m more of a lone wolf with a taste for vengeance” “I’m the last remaining wolf” “I already got a bit of the wolf rundown” “Take me as your student and together we can destroy the wolves” “I was consumed with blood lust I didn’t consider the future of my lineage” “Being with you would keep the bloodline pure” “Am I in a goddamn monster movie?” “What luck to discover a wellspring for all the werewolves” “Your pack was poisoned with your lust for power” “Your pack chose violence, we chose peace” “You chose submission because your pack is weak” “My pack have always been the alphas. We’ve always been smarter, stronger, more cunning” “My plan was for you to lose control of your abilities and the humans you call friends would have killed your pack” “How do you get the fangs out? I’m trying” “Before settling here, we were nomads - our curse preventing us from staying in one place for too long. “Beholden to the moon, we were easily exposed” “We found a way to control our powers and live among humans” “We found a way for us to control our powers and live among humans” “We were searching for a cure, but we found a home” “Other than the genetic anomaly that causes me to turn into vicious carnivorous beast, you and me are really quite similar” “We enjoyed life with humans - it was simple and fulfilling” “But other wolves scared and killed people to assert their dominance over the town” “That’s when the werewolf wars began” “My pack defeated the others and banished them from the town” “I don’t know how long I can keep this covered up” “How have you kept it a secret this long?” “Don’t you miss like food? and people?” “I could always raise an army of wolves and take back the town”

[liveandbreathemusicals]

[zazzalilperkins]

🧍‍♀️

[melchron]

Not to bring up long since dead fandom memes but

He's doing the thing again

[offbrandhuman]

i feel like there’s a severe lack of wayward guide/among us memes. it’s literally the game but as a web series and podcast. it couldn’t be more accurate than that

[roguesmedley]

Tin Can Bros: Lauren isn't in Wayward Guide!

*one week later*

TCB: Just kidding, she is! Aha, we tricked you!

Everyone else:

[a-christmas-fruitcake]

[retvenkos]

to dance among the stars | c.b.

Bridgerton - Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader, fluff requested by @musicallisto

tw: talk of marriage

word count: 1.4k

prompt: “Dance with me?”

A/N: I started writing.... forgot i had a prompt to fit in... decided to just keep going and hope for the best.  i feel like that meme “it’s not much, but it’s honest work.”

Summary: (Y/n) hated dances and balls, but if there was anyone who could change their mind, it would be Colin Bridgerton.

(Y/n) laughed into the clear night air, throwing her head back in blissful happiness, unaware of the way that Colin Bridgerton looked at her - as though his whole life was in her smile. A clement wind greeted the two on their stroll, allowing the music from the nearby ball to drift toward them, a sound much more soft and inviting now that there was distance between the two and the dance floor.

“You, Colin, will be the death of me,” (Y/n) said, her words like a happy sigh, a gentle ending to her enjoyment of his presence.

“The death of you? I thought I heroically saved you from having to entertain suitors all evening,” he teased, straightening his jacket dramatically, as though they were in one of (Y/n)’s novels - the kind with epic romances and gruesome battles. (Y/n) scoffed, swatting him on the shoulder. “I am your knight in shining armor, aren’t I?”

“Well, yes—” Colin chuckled, earning a smile “—but I saved you from your mother. She’s been looking for a project now that Daphne’s entertaining the prince, is she not?”

“My mother is always looking for something.” Colin rolled his eyes. “I’m sure I won’t be properly saved until I marry some girl from the ton.”

“Oh.” Colin’s words ushered in an awkward lapse of silence that had both of them turning away from each other, taking a sudden interest in their shoes. They slowed their walk to a stop, and the breeze drifted between them, as though pushing them apart.

It was silly that something like a wayward comment could reduce them to silence, but the future lay within that statement - a future fast approaching and terrifying in its weight. The ton was designed for marriage. Here, at these balls and parties, both of them were supposed to find someone to marry - to bind themselves to another for the rest of their lives.

Another couple walked past the two and (Y/n) watched them go, disappearing into the evening - perhaps to dance among the stars.

“Well... is there someone who’s caught your eye?” (Y/n) fidgeted with her gloves as she spoke, not entirely sure she wanted to hear the answer. Colin had always been a flirt, and his romantic tendencies had always been something (Y/n) both admired and teased, and yet to know if his heart truly lied with one of them was the very thing she wanted least. Being out here with Colin - away from everyone else and anything that might stand between them - was the only thing that made the ton worthwhile. All else paled in comparison to these moments seemingly stolen from the flow of time, where they were two souls together, walking the same path for a brief while, hearts close enough to touch.

To have them be taken away would be too much of a heartache. Worse than anything she could fathom.

Colin looked at (Y/n) with his brow furrowed. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, (Y/n) took hold of the conversation once more.

“Perhaps Marina Thompson? She was quite popular before she fell ill. Will you be the one to ask for her hand, at the end of the season?”

“Miss Thompson is a fine girl, but... no.” (Y/n) looked up abruptly and met Colin’s blinking stare. Even when baffled there was something light about him - kind and caring - it tugged on her heart more than she cared to admit. “I would much rather wait than make a hasty match.”

“Hasty?” (Y/n) stifled a laugh, the mature word - not at all like the Colin she knew - bringing humor back into the conversation. Colin was forcing down a blush, his cheeks warming in color, like roses beneath his skin.

“I just mean I want to love my wife before we get married, instead of having to force feelings after the fact.”

(Y/n) smiled, taking a step closer to lock arms with Colin once more. “I hope you get to.”

The two resumed their walk, never going too far from the festivities to be considered improper, but managing to stay well away from anyone else. Colin admired the way that (Y/n) looked under the night sky - her beauty something wholly unique to her, and yet perfectly matched to the darkening sky. In the light of her eyes lay all the beauty of the cosmos, and in her smile lay all the thrills of the world. All the universe was captured in her essence, and Colin knew that all of his longing for travel could be satiated with a single touch; a kiss from (Y/n) could carry all of the wonders of the world, and no matter how many times he visited her touch, he would never lose his wanderlust.

(Y/n) fixed him with a look, as though they could sense that his thoughts rested with them.

Colin cleared his throat. It was one thing to care for (Y/n) - it was quite another to admit he had fallen in love. “What about you? Surely you’ve found a suitor who is the least bit exciting?”

“They think themselves exciting, if that is answer enough,” (Y/n) sighed, looking at Colin through the corner of her eye. “But truly Colin, having to entertain them is the worst part about these dances.”

"Even worse than dancing? I know you avoid getting out on the floor like it’s the plague.”

“Because when you’re on the dance floor, you’re trapped! That’s when entertaining suitors is at its worst.” Colin chuckled at (Y/n)’s words. “If I had a choice, I would come to these balls and the only man I would dance with is you.”

“Me?”

(Y/n) nodded.

Colin paused and they drew to a halt so he could better marvel at the woman before him. “If you had your choice in the matter, wouldn’t you rather avoid the dance floor altogether?” 

“No,” (Y/n) said, dipping her head with a look that said she had spoken too much but was too fond of what she said, and not keen on taking it back. “I suppose I would like to dance with you.”

You’d dance with me?”

(Y/n) scoffed. “Well, I know you enjoy it.” 

And around them, the world was hushed. The voices and sounds of the nearby ball were drowned out by the thumping of their hearts. Colin looked at (Y/n) and saw them so clearly, he was almost taken aback. How could one be so beautiful that their existence shamed a sky full of stars?

“Dance with me, then?”

He spoke before he acted, but it wasn’t long before his hand was outstretched, waiting for (Y/n) to take it.

“Right here?” But her hand was already resting in his, her smile bright and warm. "There's no music."

"Then come a few steps this way." Colin pulled her a few paces closer to the ball. (Y/n) chuckled as Colin tugged on her arm, guiding them nearer. He put a finger on his lips to shush her, causing (Y/n) to roll her eyes, smiling all the while. The soft lilt of music was slightly louder, here, but still distant enough that they had to be silent to hear the beat. Colin took a step closer, and although there were still enough space between them and enough bystanders around for their actions to be considered proper, there was an intimacy in the moment to make (Y/n)’s cheeks heat up.

"Is it loud enough for you to hear?” Colin whispered.

"It's perfect."

Adjusting his hand in hers, Colin led (Y/n) into a dance, smiling at her in a way that could only be described as lovestruck. His entire being was in awe of her as they spun around each other, like the moon in orbit of the earth. There was something heavenly in (Y/n)’s eyes, and when the song ended, the light in them did not fade.

“I love you,” Colin breathed, the words falling out of his mouth before he had the time to realize he had said them. It was the purest of admissions, one he hadn’t planned or even dreamed of admitting until the very moment he said it. “I-I love you,” he repeated, as though he needed to affirm the truth.

“Colin, I love you, too.” And all the world was in their smile, once again, all of the universe seemingly wrapped up in their blissful words. 

Colin let out a laugh that was almost a joyful sigh, and in his eyes were stars - constellations that burned brighter than the sun. He took (Y/n)’s gloved hand and kissed it, wishing it could be something more.

“Perhaps you will dance with me more often, then.”

“At every ball we attend.”

  -- taglist: @findmeintheafterglow, @prttybitchin​ // message me if you want to be added!

[raetheorygal]

Well i memed myself. @tincanbros