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fleshwizard · 4 months
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𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎
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sassycordy · 9 months
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i can’t believe this goofy ass show is 26 years old🥹❤️‍🩹
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missholoska · 11 months
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I'm a little late to the Toriel Week party but here's day 4: diary! ✨💜🐐
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riwooga · 3 months
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Forever thinking about Winter being in love with the PC…
Winter slowly realizing he’s falling for the PC, not only someone so much younger than him, but one of his own students no less.
The probable months of denial, of forcing his gaze away, of suppressing the fond smiles, but for every new interaction, every time the PC shows up with a smile and some new mysteriously procured artifact, nodding along in interest when he explains its origin… for every time the PC helps promote the museum, every time he hears them play along in the historic role play so fervently, goodness especially if the PC helped Winter not only restore the museum but helped him get his dreamed of field office too?
Regardless of how wrong it is, Winter feeling his heart stir for the first time in probably so long.. But he knows he’s too old for the PC, the dynamic would be beyond improper, and he knows he can’t let those emotions actually take root. All rationality in his mind probably berating him, of how he has children older than the PC, he’s past the years of his prime, not to mention again the severe taboo such a relation would have.
.. but I can’t help but imagine him sometimes wistfully thinking about if he was young again, letting his mind indulge in thoughts of what could be in another lifetime. Something he wouldn’t dare fully allow himself in this one. How he’d probably love to turn into a full on little archeological duo, exploring all the unturned nooks and crannies of the town, and even beyond.. but he’s not young and spry anymore, and him indulging, would almost feel like robbing the PC of that youth for themselves.
Maybe him going to the temple is half an attempt at also getting someone else to tell him that his actions are right, that he’s right to shut those emotions down, shouldn’t indulge. But even if encouraged to pursue, he knows deep down he can’t, no matter how much his mind and heart might disagree, he’s holding his morals tight, because what else can you really do in a situation so doomed to fall empty?
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another-clive-blog · 3 months
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Why are we as a fandom not talking more about this scene ??
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Clive is literally asking the professor to come back and stop him. Like this isn't him pretending to be Future Luke : he looks genuinely upset/displeased even after the professor promises to come back. He only goes back to smiling after the professor says, and I quote "I wouldn't dream of leaving things here in that state" before talking about stopping his future self. Clive wants confirmation that Layton is actually going to confront the bad guys, that he won't just solve the mystery but fix it too.
And this is literally so important. Clive's speech at the end, about getting saved. This is concrete proof that he had truly meant it from the start, because he's asking for Layton to stop him and thus save everyone here. Which, hey- he didn't just hope and wait to get saved, he tried to save himself too.
Yep, that's right. The game talks about how dangerous it was for Clive to bring Layton underground : it doesn't talk about how even more dangerous it was to let him leave. He could have brought back cops (he did). He could have gathered precious knowledge out there (he did). He could have never come back (and yet he did !!). Clive letting Layton leave is the biggest threat to his plan, and yet HE DID. And you know what else he did ? Make Layton promise to stop him. You can't make a clearer call for help, you just can't.
"Oh but it doesn't make his crimes more forgivable, now does it-" of course not. This isn't about Clive's redemption, it's about Clive trying to avoid needing a redemption : his efforts are vain the moment he started using the fortress. But. There were efforts.
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st4rstudent · 4 months
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Happy Chrismac [alt + doodle under cut]
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apocahipster · 6 months
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Bloodweave headcannons i don’t know how to draw yet, and don’t have the energy to write a fic for…
Gale practicing and mastering prestidigitation to allow Asterion to taste food again
Blood drinking aftercare where Asterion practically force feeds Gale food that’s high in iron.
Asterion tasting Gales blood for the first time since being cured of the orb. In my HC Gale went away for a week and returned the crown and then got a tattoo of the orb to remind himself to keep his hubris in check - all in secret. So it catches Asterion completely by surprise.
Post game, Gale spends like 2 years studying ways to ‘cure’ Asterions inability to be in the sun and ends up inventing like an augmented mage armour. He of course then teaches the spell to Asterion. But first is Asterion’s reaction to being in the sun again for the first time in 2 years. (I imagine he can’t feel the warmth though, that’s Gales next quest…)
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cyellolemon · 8 months
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Myel and Klaus!!! i post these blorbos a lot lately
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Not Brandon immediately jumping on defencing his little crush
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gr33n-5un · 11 months
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i have something for y'all today!
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lollystocks · 6 months
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Intro to Sigils (Undead Abjuration 101)
Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 10: Occultism
Summary: The student population of Danny's new college are very, very into the occult, putting Danny's studies (and blood pressure) in jeopardy. Good thing he knows exactly how to jeopardise their efforts.
Or: how Danny finally gains some overdue respect.
Words: 1,121
CW: blood (ritualistic), occultism, off-screen violence
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People are dumbasses. Dead or alive.
This philosophy of Danny’s is reinforced tenfold when he starts college. “Fuck Around and Find Out” is a fine way to live when the consequences of said Finding Out are mild - grievous injury or arrest, for instance.
But with his typical luck, his fellow students at university (go bobcats) have decided that they’re going to lightly Fuck Around with the occult, and it’s up to Danny to stop them from Finding Out.
Ordinarily, students messing around with summoning circles and ouija boards is nothing to worry about on two accounts: (1) most occultism you find online is total bullcrap and you’d be lucky to summon a grumpy blob-ghost and (2), being more than a stone’s throw from a dimensional Veil or Tear means your word-perfect ritual ain’t gonna do shit.
Danny himself is not exempt from the “people are dumbasses” rule, because Danny had not done adequate research during college applications, and had failed to realize that Athens, Ohio, was sat on top of one of the thinnest stretches of dimensional membrane outside of his parents’ basement.
A good stretch of his freshman year is spent trying to subtly dissuade others in his hall from having anything to do with the new trend, so harmless elsewhere in the country. When that fails (“Danny my guy it’s a bit of drunk fun, ghosts don’t exist” God he missed Amity), it becomes straight sabotage. Swapping the thyme out for sage; salting some of the badger-blood (where had that even come from?); smudging some carefully-drawn chalk.
On the rare occasions where such intervention is necessary (see above: most online occultism is bullshit), Danny honestly needn’t bother. No one has the time for three days of silent prayer, or has the inclination to acquire a tooth from every participant, and as a general rule the easier the ritual, the weaker the ghostie. The main risk is that something small is conjured, or something a bit more powerful is able to project their voice or image into this plane and no more. Honestly, not particularly dangerous in itself.
But if one ritual works, and gets recorded, and posted to TikTok or something, all hell would break loose and everyone would get in on it and something nasty would be summoned and everyone would die.
So Danny has to keep a very. tight. lid. on every bit of occultism on campus.
It’s not going so well, and at one point Danny is spending his nights invisible and patrolling the whole campus (the whole goddamn town) for ritual behavior, much the same way he patrolled for malevolent spirits at night as a kid. It’s exhausting.
At one point, the worst comes to pass, and it’s somehow a blessing. He manages to miss something, and a Being is conjured. Someone gets hurt, badly, but they’ll recover, and most importantly - everyone believes now. Which is just as well, because the thin Veil is now a Tear, and Danny’s (lovely, peaceful, escapist) college is now overrun with spirits.The more things change, etc.
Now, Danny has never painted himself as a cynic, rather as a true believer who insisted that no one with sense should be touching these things. The few other true believers listened to him because of the deeply haunted look in his eyes that said “trust me, I know”, and others would have listened if it weren’t for the fact that ghosts don’t exist so that look in his eyes meant nothing, right?
So after The Incident, students are rushing to Danny. No one wants to Fuck Around anymore, what they want now is protection.
Danny becomes a mobile consultation service on How Not To Get Got by spirits. He has info that doesn’t appear anywhere else, be it on the internet or in dusty tomes, but everyone believes him.
“Basic chalk sigils for your dorm door - unless it’s east-facing or on a fourth floor, then use this one instead. Oh and you’ll want this extra symbol if/when you’re on your period, don’t ask why.”
“Salt doesn’t do shit to protect you other than change the function of other charms, it actually attracts poltergeists…”
“If you’re gonna get that tattooed, for the love of god get it on the left side of your back, I’m not dealing with the consequences of you messing that up.”
“Look the Latin itself is fine but it’s not actually the most powerful language for temporary wardings like these, better to go for something like Welsh or Cornish, or Yucatec, even Esperanto…”
“I absolutely refuse to “sign off” on your bullshit blood sigils Phil, you losing your dorm deposit is gonna have nothing to do with me and I want that on the record.”
And it works. No one (openly) questions where this knowledge, this expertise is coming from, because Danny is a gift horse and no one wants to inspect that mouth, thanks. He doesn’t charge for his services, but he sets up a little fund online and is able to fuel his coffee addiction with it. He never has to pay for booze, and people will slip him test answers before he can even ask. He’s practically swimming in upperclassmen’s used textbooks, left anonymously at his door.
Knowledge spreads fast (he wonders how much better he could have protected Amity had he had this level of respect then; or maybe it was his parents who ensured that could never happen, turning the town away from these methods and trying to fit a science-based solution into a magic-shaped hole) and eventually, Danny stops being the only point of knowledge.
By the time sophomore year rolls around, there’s a rhythm to it. Someone sets up a whatsapp group. Dorms are left with the previous inhabitants’ sigils intact ready for the new tenants (and the cleaners never report them to management). Freshman orientation includes informal lectures from upperclassmen on how to protect yourself and others from the undead.
By Danny’s junior year, there’s a (locked, invite-only) wiki full of protective rituals, rites, spells and symbols. Freshmen already know what’s coming, if they do their research. Graduating seniors auction off their amulets.
Things have settled pretty nicely by senior year. Danny’s on top of his studies, as well-rested as any other student (ie not at all) and he rarely has to go ghost. He needn’t have worried about spreading occult knowledge to the student population after all; they’d shown they can be trusted.
(And Danny almost gets away with it. But three months before graduation, he is violently and painfully jerked into a sideways pocket-dimension by what he recognises as an utterly perfect Summoning. Because Danny is also a dumbass, as he is about to Find Out.)
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rebouks · 1 year
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Transcript:
[Wyatt flinches as Courtney’s palm collides with his cheek, though realises he should have expected as much]
Courtney: Sorry doesn’t cut it! What the hell is wrong with you?! Wyatt: I don’t know! It’s not like I want to be-… Courtney: You literally have no idea, do you?
Wyatt: I do! I just wanted to explain. Oscar: You’ve got ten seconds before I launch you down those fucking stairs. Wyatt: Uhm-.. what’s his name?
Oscar: Yeah, no. Wyatt: I never would’ve done it if I knew, why didn’t you say anything? Courtney: I didn’t know…
Oscar: It’s fucked up either way! Wyatt: I sent you somewhere you’d be safe on purpose, I-… Courtney: [scoffs] Safe-.. and what about everyone else, tough luck?
Wyatt: That’s not-.. Ash didn’t exactly tell me the whole truth, I thought they’d work for him. Oscar: Come off it, you could’ve guessed as much. Wyatt: I guess I ignored it because-.. well, I won’t bore you with the why; but I know it was wrong.
Oscar: Yet you carried on regardless. Wyatt: I’ve tried to put things right. I came here for your sake, not mine; if you’d let me explain everything. Courtney: [sighs] Half an hour, max.
Wyatt: I’m not here for absolution. You started all this; I figured you deserved the whole story, and now you have it. Courtney: I could’ve handled Dale, you shouldn’t have-… Wyatt: You don’t know that, men like him-…
Oscar: Men like you. Wyatt: It’s true that I don’t experience emotion the same as others-.. it makes it easier to do terrible things, but there’s a reason behind every decision I make. I do have morals, they’re just extremely easy to ignore. In the future, I-…
Oscar: [scoffs] The future, as if you’ve got one. Courtney: Oscar, we can’t… [Oscar glares at Wyatt, then Courtney; returning the look, she motions toward the kitchen]
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sassycordy · 6 months
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29 years of stargate🫶🏽
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resoyani · 8 months
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Don't let those tears fool you, she is not to be trusted with blades and heavy machinery
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wrylu · 23 days
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This is the ask me thing and I forgot to send it to u whoops
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🎀 - I consider you a friend already!
we are so besties. 💗
🌼 - We do talk, and I’m glad we do!
I'M GLAD WE TALK AS WELL!! i feel very grateful i get to talk to such a wonderful person??? not to mention skilled artist. like hello
🌠 - I think we have a lot in common!
me too!! (counting) absolutely dominating the nikprice tag.. super cool artist.. silly personas & ocs? ✅✅✅ we basically have the same energy
🌙 - You have a good sense of humour!
WHAT?? i've been called funny a couple times but the way this is phrased just hits me right in my chest cavity. i think you have good sense of humour too (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
🎼 - I think you’re talented!
nuh uh, you're more talented-er. NO BECAUSE HOW AM I MOOTS WITH YOU??? THE MARCEL? ugh. (no really, THANK YOU??? mon cheri, you're too nice.)
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farcrake · 2 years
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@swearingcactus found these Sabal voice lines and I couldn't resist
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