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starwrighter · 5 months
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Yet another chirp au let's go!
Let's say that ghost chirping doesn't exactly sound like birds. Like it doesn't come from their throat and instead comes from their cores. And while avian themed ghosts chirp like birds most have their own way of chirping.
The yetis make chuffing noises of various pitch as they use their breathing to amplify the sound.
Technes and other technological themed ghosts mad robotic noises. With Technes specifically making dial up noises.
Ember and any musical themed ghosts mimic their instruments.
The box ghost's chirps like cardboard being folded while the lunch lady sounds like a pan sizzling.
Skulker's chirps are like gunshots while Walker's are like the slam of a cell door.
Spectra's chirps sounds like people crying while youngblood's sound like giggling.
Now here's the fun part. Danny's a halfa, and as much as I love the idea of him having a space obsession I'm going with the protection obsession because I want to.
Danny's chirps are different because he's half human. He can't exactly hear them just as we can't hear our own heartbeats unless we have a tool our are having a panic attack. Other people can hear them just fine though.
Danny, decides to leave Amity Park because enough people hate him and try to kill him unprompted that it's interfering with his obsession. He decides against going to metropolis because lex Luther is just another Vlad that'd rally people to hate him too.
Danny decides to go to gotham because there's plenty of people to protect and there's no crazy billionaire only a ditsy one.
The only problem is Danny's chirps sound like dead people. Danny taking advantage of his powers so imagine it being late at night, you're a cop beating the crap out of a man stealing diapers for his son and you hear a distorted.
"Helllllo?"
And it's your dead mother's voice.
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shalaaex · 3 months
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Is there a she-ra fandom on tumblr somewhere?
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frogchiro · 11 months
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ELABORATE on the slasher ghost pls pls pls ELABORATE me needs more
OKAY SO I was thinking long and hard about this and how to approach it. At first I wanted to make Ghost like the classic killer/slasher Michael Myers style, killing in the woods, final girl reader etc etc BUT then I though, how about a little twist?
I'm pretty sure this isn't as original but still, but I came up with butcher!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who has a shop and lives in a secluded, small town up in the mountains and is a killer♡
HEAR ME OUT; big brute older man, around 40, no one on the town knows him really or about his past but judging by his dogtags they conclude he's ex military but rumours continue. They say that he was dishonorably discharged due to accusations of murder of a fellow soldier, it was never proven and he was never put in jail but apparently it was enough to throw him out of the military for good.
Although the cruel rumours were quite unreasonable and frankly sounded like some extravagant urban legend the man in question, Simon Riley still put you a bit on edge, but to be fair everything put you on edge here. As a total newcomer in the small town, a runaway to be precise, still so young, barely into your 20ies, but finally free from under the thumb of those assholes who were supposed to be your family but did not act at all like that, and this town...creeped you out to say the least.
It was just the town's general vibe was...off but you ultimately chalked it up to being newly on your own and the fact that it appeared to always be gloomy weather; mist, rainfall, thunder or snow, but what really stood out for you was the local butcher and the mysterious enigmatic Simon Riley...
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mothcpu · 1 year
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updated sona reference! (he/him)
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marblerose-rue · 1 year
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click for better quality!
the planes of existence
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gokupowers · 1 year
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feel like modern Dave writers/kins forget he's hussies self insert and written to be totally fucking lame in canon bc hussie was a 25 year old loser living in his parents basement making anti SJW rage comics at the time . dave strider is an awesome character but he is genuinely so fucking embarrassingly lame and a loser and it's a beautiful thing & we need to remember our roots #makedavelameagain
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spoon · 1 year
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❝𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜❞
Clara & Svarog ♡
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marc--chilton · 24 days
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you just know they had to make up a reason for wilson to be away for house's infarction because if he was there things would have been different
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The Moon rises - Spacekin ᯓ★
The Moon rises, just as I sink
The stars shine bright, I can't even think
The darkness is growing, I am all alone
But somehow alone just feels more like home
My brothers, my sisters, the lights in the sky
So silver so lovely, I'm just
passing by
My wings are so light in the lights of the night
But nothing matters now, as I take
flight.
And I can't even comprehend why...
The vastness is calling
I'll answer, I'll see, I'll seek falling and falling
Oh darkness consume me, I know I belong
now silence this dragon and end my song
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ๋࣭ 𖤐 ‧₊ ˚ ⋅
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆。˚ ⋆
┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆
┊ ┊ ★⋆
┊ ◦
★⋆ ┊ . ˚
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take-me-back-to-eden · 7 months
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Whitechapel // Without Us
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I never understood why Feanor was sentenced to be in the Halls till the breaking of the world whilst Melkor, the originator of all evil and the creator of Adar Marred, was merely sentenced to three ages of imprisonment. Sure what Feanor started lead to evils beyond compare for elves in the first age and shortly before but his biggest crimes were not originated by him. His hubris was only exacerbated by the whispering and manipulation of Melkor yet he is doomed to an eternity either in the void or in the Halls of Mandos. It doesn’t seem like a comparable sentence. It’s like if a Coke dealer was sentenced to a hundred consecutive life sentences whilst King Leopold was only sentenced for thirty years.
Of course Feanor and his sons should be punished for their crimes against their kin but if that punishment exceeds the punishment for the progenitor of evil then it is not a suitable sentence to deal out. If Melkor, who marred the world and tortured elves so horribly they became an entirely different species, whom may I add we don’t know if they would be granted healing in the Halls as they are Marred, only got three ages of the world as a sentence then the Feanorians should’ve gotten an equal or lesser sentence for their crimes of kinslaying. They should be held accountable for the evils they’ve done but not so much that they exceed the punishment dealt to the progenitor of all evil if you get my drift. Sentence them to three ages in the halls, or else in my opinion at least the Valar are no better than the greatest evil that Adar has seen with their blatant hypocrisy and preferential treatment of their kin above those they say they are meant to protect.
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frogchiro · 2 years
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Ok but imagine naga!pantalone. Maybe you’re a young maiden from the nearby village who lives in your family’s cottage at the edge of the village, right at the edge of the woods. You frequently go out into the forest to forage for nuts and berries in the nearby clearing, and it’s on one of these trips you’re spotted by the monster of the woods, the naga that people talk about only in hushed whispers to terrify the village children into staying away from the forest. He watches you foraging and it just ignites his more primal instincts; all he can thing about is how good of a mate you’d be, how well you’d be able to provide for a clutch of his eggs. He decides in that moment that he’ll do whatever it takes to woo and win you over; he must have you. He starts out small, at first; leaving little trinkets in the clearing at night, small and delicate golden bangles and rings he’d stolen and swindled from travelers. He’s absolutely delighted when you accept what he’s offered you, picking up the small silver engagement ring, inlaid with a fortune’s worth of black diamonds and roses made from labordorite, in wonder and slipping it on your ring finger- “just to try it out, to see if it fits,” you’d told yourself. He leaves you a flowing black dress with shimmering indigo embroidery the next day. For your wedding day, he decides; after all, you’ve accepted the engagement ring he gave to you, shouldn’t he give you a wedding dress to go with it? He wants you to look good on your wedding night- not that you don’t look good to him everyday. From there you find no less than three more rings, all made with exceptionally high quality and expensive jewels and crystals, five more dresses all made from exotic and rare fabrics, and, strangest of all, a large wicker basket lined with the softest, plushest furs, with note inside reading “For our eggs.” You’re confused about who left you this basket, which you know is yours, along with all the other gifts, because it has a card covered in goldleaf with your name written in elegant script on it (pantalone learned your name by listening carefully to you talk to your friends while you were having picnics with them in the clearing; he was a little upset you’d let them into your shared “territory” but then decided you must really trust them to let them into your space like that, and that any friend of yours is a friend of his- your friends started receiving smaller gifts of money after that; he figured it would make you happy if those you love are cared for). You’re a little off put by the note left inside, and you briefly consider leaving this particular gift behind before deciding that denying an obsessed naga’s, what assume is a naga anyway, gift could only end badly for you. So you reluctantly scoop the large basket into your arms and carry it with you back to your cottage to shove into your closet and forget about. Pantaloon doesn’t see your hesitation, however; all he sees is a loving, doting little mate preparing to be bred and take allllll of his eggs. -🐍 snake anon
snake anon...this had me by the balls even before the shadowban and i was so excited to answer this ;; you never miss with those, i won't i actually loved to keep this all for myself but now it's time for this masterpiece to be seen <3
f!reader,slight yandere pantalone, obsessive/possessive behavior, hybrids (naga!pantalone), mention of breeding kink
also reader being aware of the naga?? it's so good, like, imagine the constant feeling of uneasiness-the feeling of someone watching you, analyzing every single part of you, basically undressing you of your very being until there's nothing left to hide; and the best, or worst, part? it's a whole naga that is behind all of this, the sudden gifts, basically showering you in gold and every materialistic thing you'd need; by all means you weren't poor or starving or anything like that, you had your own small cottage in the woods and you were damn good with farming and the occasional foraging in the forest was always a success, so much that you even get to sell part of your crops for a fair share of mora, but you definitely weren't complaining about the sudden appearance of the gifts, jewelry that you'd never be able to afford, the sparkling silver rings and gold bracelets worth a fortune and the sheer beauty of them amazed you so much you didn't even had the heart to sell them, instead you decided on wearing a silver ring with black diamonds that sparkled as if the whole starry night sky was captured inside the tiny stones.
only then after starting to wear the ring things seemed to go south. suddenly the gifts seemed to shift their purpose a little, or were you just paranoid? instead of only costly jewelry you suddenly started getting thick beautiful furs, of course you weren't complaining! they were so thick and warm, they made the perfect bedding for your bed, especially now that summer ended and the cold nights started.
besides furs you also started getting meat. it was of amazing quality and it was always fresh as if the animal was caught just moments before, but it kinda creeped you out, 'is this a bad prank?' you thought as you stared at the carefully wrapped cuts and despite your better judgement you took it with you, after all beggars can't be choosers and you can't exactly rely on the veggies and fruits you grew in your garden all fall and winter.
but the weirdest of all gifts that basically cemented your fate was a wicker basket lined with a thick luxurious fur with a tiny note inside of it that said 'for our eggs'. to say you were put off by it was a slight understatement but you weren't stupid and put two and two together, it was a naga, and it was the very same naga that gifted you all the previous gifts. it wasn't really surprising, nagas were known to be terribly territorial creatures and once they claimed a territory? they'd die defending it.
and you were in the territory. you gulped as you thought about it, all the marks, all the signs that there was a naga in the forest you lived so close to, a big male if you were correct by the size of the marks; and refusing a gift from a territorial naga could be...disastrous to say the least. so without more delay you took the wicker basket with the note with you to your home and out it safely inside your closet. while you were slightly unnerved by the new revelation you were also kinda...flattered? that a creature so big and majestic took an interest in you of all people. but it was a worry for another day, now you had to rest since the next morning you had to take a trip to town!
what you didn't know was that the naga, pantalone, was observing you all the time and ever since he took an interest in you months prior he finally had enough of the wait, he had to make you his since he noticed other male nagas taking interest in you, his little one. he wasn't feeling threatened of course but fighting off other male nagas could be rather...bothersome and further delay your mating. and what is a bigger 'fuck off, she's mine' to others than nesting with you and you being pregnant with his eggs? yes, he had to act quickly.
so imagine your surprise and horror after returning the next evening from town and finding a naga nestled in your bed, very aggressively pulling and pushing the comforters and various furs around in a...circle? before finally the naga lifted his head and looked at you with cunning golden eyes, a forked tongue making its way out of his mouth and flicking in your direction before a large grin appeared on his mouth, rows of razor sharp teeth inside his mouth.
despite the terrible circumstances you had to admit one thing, the male was gorgeous. eyes the color of molten mora with a cat like pupil in them, long black hair flowing down in luxurious waves around his pale face, his broad chest speckled with black and silver scales and the centerpiece-his tail. long and coiling with strong muscles, its tip swaying lazily like the tail of a cat, now though it's coiled in a loop inside your bed-not, your nest, you think as you remember one of the strange notes that was attached to one of the furs you got.
you gulp heavily as you watch the big creature grin in amusement and stretch out his heavy hand for you to take and seal the deal of you becoming this naga's...mate? partner? wife?
and, despite your better judgement, you shakily lift your much smaller hand and out it in his. after all, winter is coming and times are changing, wherever you'd go it seemed to be dangerous; bandits, treasure hoarders and the new rumors about the activity of the abyss order? it would do you good to have a strong protector by your side, he's quite charming in his own ways and who knows what the future will bring...
pantalone on the other hand is grinning so wide that he thinks his face will split soon but he doesn't care one bit. he finally made his feeling and himself known to you and you willingly accepted him! first you accepted his advances and courting, even the engagement ring he provided you with! all he needs now is to get you pregnant with his clutch of eggies and he'll be the happiest creature to ever live.
yeah, the future does seem to be very promising indeed <3
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happy birthday to troy barnes aka the most character ever
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cyber-therian · 9 days
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ricky montgomery’s music is so Canadian wilderness coded (specifically in the winter & autumn)
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even-disco-baby · 2 years
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ANNETTE — “Hi, ace detective.” The young girl stifles a yawn. “We’ll be closing up soon, I’m afraid. Is there anything I can help you find?”
EMPATHY — She’s hoping the answer is yes. Any excuse to take a break from the dreaded *math homework.*
“No thanks, I was just on my way out.” [Leave]
“It’s okay, I don’t want to distract you from your studies.”
“Yeah, actually. I’m looking for a book.”
ANNETTE — She tries and fails to hide her relief as she sets her textbook under her chair. “Of course! What are you looking for, sir?”
“A happy story.”
“A sad story.”
“Something that will make me a better detective.”
“Something that will make me a better person.”
“Something about how to mend a broken heart.”
ANNETTE — “Oh…” She frowns, staring up at the shelves as if hoping that the perfect book will miraculously catch her eye. “Umm… Let me think…”
EMPATHY — She’s genuinely trying to think of one. She wants to help you.
ANNETTE — After a long, long pause, Annette finally lets out a sigh of defeat. “…I’m not sure,” she admits sadly. “I’m sorry, sir.”
YOU — “You can’t think of anything at all?”
ANNETTE — “Well… We do carry some self help books, sir, but…” She casts a quick glance around the store.
REACTION SPEED — Making sure Plaisance is out of earshot.
ANNETTE — The girl leans in conspiratorially and whispers, “Mother says those books are all snake oil. ‘If all it took to change somebody’s life was a book, *we* would be sitting quite prettily.’”
DRAMA — Her Plaisance impression is uncanny! What talent!
YOU — “Why do you sell them, then?”
ANNETTE — “Well,” she coughs, “not everyone agrees with my mother.”
RHETORIC — Translation: because people buy them. It’s as simple as that.
ANNETTE — “But I don’t think that’s quite what you’re looking for, is it, sir…?” She looks up at you with that seemingly impossible mixture of innocence and knowing that is unique to children.
“Yeah, you’re right. It isn’t.”
“No, I think I’ll give the self help books a try.”
“I’m not really sure what I’m looking for, to be honest.”
ANNETTE — She nods slowly, looking down at her frayed nails. “Lots of people come into the shop not quite knowing what they’re looking for. But that’s what’s so nice about bookshops, don’t you think? No matter where you look, you can find *something* interesting.” She smiles bright enough to light up every dark corner of the bookstore and the doomed commercial area below it. “I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for, ace detective. Maybe you just have to let it find *you.*”
+1 MORALE
VOLITION — Here in this bookshop. In Martinaise. Revachol. The world. This seemingly wretched lifetime. In the midst of it all, there is always something for you. Uncurl your fist. Let it find your palms upturned.
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anarcho-masochist · 3 months
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Sometimes, being a fictive (from a sci-fi/dystopian source) is wanting to apply the torment nexus meme every two seconds.
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