#original-spoopy-cloud

[singular-yike]

So what's the deal with everybody's favorite spoopy mirror Mitsumo?

It's been a while since my last post, hasn't it? I'm glad to be back doing another one

I've been busy with my Len'en Tweet Collection project recently, a thorough translation of all tweets related to JynX and Len'en! Check it out if you'd like, but it is mainly just for archival purposes, any info will be logged on the Len'en wiki eventually.

Now! Back to our topic of the day. One might think that there won't be much going for this stage 1 boss, especially since they don't even contribute to the world-building much, unlike Souko.

I thought that would be the case as well, but as I did my research, I found that there's actually still quite a bit to go through with them. So, let us take a dive into this silly-looking mirror and their tagalong!

Visualized Mental Scars — Mitsumo (and Terumi!)

Name: Mitsumo

The name Mitsumo (照雲) is a simple one, comprised of two kanji meaning "illuminate" (照) and "cloud" (雲) respectively.

These are likely taken from the first kanji in shouyoukou (照妖鏡) and ungaikyou (雲外鏡) respectively, the type of object Mitsumo is/inhabits, and the youkai Mitsumo is based on. More on them later.

Name: Terumi

Terumi (輝美), Mitsumo's little tagalong, also has a simple name, the two kanji meaning "shine" (輝) and "beauty" (美) respectively. This name is also a pun on the Japanese word for "mirror", kagami (鏡), as the two kanji can be read as kaga and mi respectively.

Background: Evil-illuminating Mirror

The only concrete piece of information we have about Mitsumo, is that they are a "evil-illuminating mirror" youkai.

An "evil-illuminating mirror" (照妖鏡 CN: zhàoyāojìng JP: shoumakyou) refers to enchanted mirrors originating from Chinese legends that are able to reveal a youkai's true form or magic.

In Japanese tales, they're more often known as "demon-illuminating mirrors" (照魔鏡 shoumakyou) or "youkai-felling mirrors" (降妖鏡 gouyoukyou).

And that's all we know about Mitsumo. Notably, it's not even clear whether they are the mirror itself or a spirit inhabiting the mirror.

Abilities

Project Trauma

Mitsumo is known to have two major abilities, chief amongst them is their ability to "project trauma".

The verb used in the original Japanese is utsusu (映す), which refers to the action of a mirror capturing a reflection and showing its image upon its surface. But also to project something, like onto a TV screen or onto a wall.

So we can surmise that Mitsumo is able to show whoever looks into them their greatest trauma, destroying their minds and taking them over as a vessel.

When this happens, that headband with the tiny mirror apparently manifests on their victims head, and Mitsumo gains total control over them. This is needed because, being a mirror, Mitsumo cannot move by themself much, and thus requires assistance.

Producing Clouds

As we can see in BPoHC though, Mitsumo and Terumi ride on a tower of clouds to fly about and fight the protagonists.

This is revealed in a Kanae stream to be an ability they employ when they're getting ready to fight, as it allows them quick escape should their vessel get struck down in battle.

However, this apparently consumes much youkai energy, so Mitsumo prefers to avoid using it if they can.

Mythological Basis: Ungaikyou

Mitsumo is likely based on the ungaikyou (雲外鏡 mirror beyond the clouds), a youkai first seen in the 18th century artist Toriyama Sekien's Illustrated Bag of One Hundred Housewares (百器徒然袋).

Above: Toriyama Sekien's illustration of the ungaikyou

Not much is known about the original ungaikyou, not even what it can do, simply that it exists, at least according to Toriyama.

However, as you can see from the illustration, the mirror rests on a tower of clouds (or mirror stand that is designed to look like clouds), and has a rather silly face in the mirror.

This design is quite heavily reflected in Mitsumo, with the clouds they produce and the many eyes on the mirror.

Origins

The accompanying text for this entry reads:

In my dreams, I thought to myself, "The so called 'evil-illuminating mirror' is able to capture upon its surface the forms of various bizarre things, so when I think about what happens when its shadow is captured, what came to me was this youkai."

It is frankly unclear what Toriyama means by this, though what is agreed on is that this likely suggests:

This youkai is likely invented by Toriyama, if inspired by a dream.

This youkai is likely based on the evil-illuminating mirror.

Not much can be gleaned from this, so we could try turning to its name instead. Ungaikyou, the "mirror beyond the clouds".

It's been suggested that perhaps the name is a reference to the Classic of Mountains and Seas (山海經), read sengaikyou in Japanese. It's a classical Chinese text that notably features a great number of descriptions of Chinese youkai, over 350 of them.

Additionally, it's been suggested that the "beyond the clouds" bit of its name refers to the "clear skies", which is further a metaphor for how the evil-illuminating mirror is able to reveal the true form of things, unobstructed by illusions.

Abilities

While Toriyama does not give any description to what the ungaikyou actually does, later writers have expanded upon the youkai and gave it a variety of somewhat similar abilities.

In the 1997 Dictionary of the Monster (幻想動物事典) by Takumi Kusano (草野巧), he gives the ungaikyou the ability to "show humans the image of a youkai they could become".

In the Illustrated Compendium of Youkai (図説　妖怪辞典) by "Youkai dot com" (妖怪ドットコム), the ungaikyou is given the ability to "control other youkai whose form has been reflected in the mirror".

These two abilities can be seen to combine into Mitsumo's ability, showing whoever peers into them a horrifying sight and then taking over their body.

Nature

As mentioned, there's not much we can tell from Toriyama's original depiction, but many later interpretations group it, and in fact every youkai in this book, into a group of youkai known as tsukumogami.

The word tsukumogami (付喪神 gods/spirits that posses [things that are] ruin[ed]) has been applied to applied to many different things, so what it specifically refers to isn't exactly 100% clear-cut.

In general though, the modern understanding is that they are objects that have existed for 100 years and thus become alive, gaining a spirit of its own.

For the most part, modern interpretation of the ungaikyou considers it a tsukumogami, often of an evil-illuminating mirror.

While there are 2 major examples that differ from this, they clearly do not relate to Mitsumo, so I've elected to omit them.

As far as I can tell, there's nothing that directly indicates that Mitsumo is actually an ungaikyou, let alone a tsukumogami, so there's nowhere we can really go with this, unfortunately.

Mini Theory: What is Mitsumo?

I have a small, not very substantiated theory about Mitsumo that I thought I might as well share anyways.

This theory is based on 2 major facts:

Mitsumo seemingly has a torii shrine gate with them, though warped in a malicious direction, judging by the horns.

Mirrors have long been objects of worship in Japan, popular as shintai, an object in which the gods' spirits dwell, at Shinto shrines.

My little theory goes, that Mitsumo was once worshiped as some sort of god, likely thanks to them being an evil-illuminating mirror, helpful in combating youkai and dispelling evil.

Mitsumo could have been a god that dwelled in the mirror, or they could simply be the mirror's own consciousness once it got old enough and gained a spirit.

Nevertheless, when worship of Mitsumo eventually faded away, they felt betrayed by his followers. These negative feelings eventually boiled over, corrupting them and transforming them into a youkai.

It is, after all, often said that youkai and gods are two sides of the same coin, the difference being only in whether they're worshipped by humans or not. Sometimes, one being can even be both at the same time.

That's all this theory is, that Mitsumo was a god whose worship faded, their resentment towards this transforming them into the malicious youkai that we know today.

Ending

And that's all I've got on Mitsumo, not a lot, but not little either.

They're a rather straight-forward character, all things considered, and yet they still have an air of mystery about them, it's the wonderful charm of Len'en, really. Let's hope that we'll get to learn more about them in the future~!

As usual, I hope you enjoyed~! :)

#len'en #len'en project #len'en lore #mitsumo #I had a lot of fun researching for this! #it's been a long while so perhaps I simply miss it #here's hoping my next break isn't this long #but if is then ah well

[chanrizard]

original - march 2022 // remade - october 2022

for the gif remake challenge by @spoopy-boo, here's what i think was my first attempt at giffing a stage back in march 2022!

up until then i had avoided giffing stages like the plague, and it's pretty obvious i had no idea the selective color adjustment layer existed (and now i can't live without it), i had never ever opened curves before and i think the original gif is unsharpened too

i didn't know how to resize things either, so i worked on the file in its original size and then i just kind of...compressed it? in the export for web mask, it's a miracle my computer didn't explode in a cloud of smoke in its valiant effort of trying to shrink the gif down lmao

there are still so many things i want to improve on but i'm really happy with what i have learned so far! 😊

#gifremakechallenge #cc challenge #usersun #kiwitracks #usertsu #adriblr #userlau #userbeepls #cheekyuser #usermoonjuice #ninisdarlings #thank you for the challenge this was fun! #in my defense photoshop isnt exactly the most intuitive program ever ok dfhsjhsdfjh #thank you markie you saved my life (again) by showing me how to use the color correction/channel mixer thingy <333

[a-dreamingflower]

Hey do you think you can draw like a ghost version of someone? I was thinking Virgil from sanders sides or deku from bnha but anyone works honestly. If you don’t like drawing some sort of angst would be great. Or fluff. I’m not picky. Sorry if I’m bothering you I just saw your post and was thinking maybe you could do something like this. You don’t have to if you don’t want to I’m not gonna be upset or anything I was just thinking maybe. Sorry

Anon, darling, i dont know if you got the wrong person but here,

A drawing of Ghost Virgil:

HEY DONT COME @ ME FOR HAVING POOR DRAWING SKILLS I KNOW IT LOOKS LIKE CRAP

And ye, i chose drawing Virgil because i suck at coming up with short stories

And ye,, dont be sorry, Anon, i should be sorry for having crappy drawing skills

#asks #ask #anons #anon #anon asks #drawings #my drawings #virgil #virgil sanders #virgil anxiety sanders #virgil anxiety #anxiety #anxiety sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides anxiety #sanders sides virgil #my post #original-spoopy-cloud #i suck at drawing dont come @ me pls

[fans-of-the-damned]

Dark:)

What time is it?

Its current 1:27am

#asks #original-spoopy-cloud

[cruz-art]

Mr. Cloud-oof says Happy Halloween! Yes, he is aware it is still currently September but, he is in a spooky mood.    reblog to give the person you saw this from a pumpkin 🎃 and a happy spooky season. 

#Mr. Cloud-oof #oc #happy halloween #spooky time #spoopy #Halloween #art #artists on tumblr #original character #spooky season

[randomfandomimagine]

Halloween plans HC with MCU Peter Parker?? Like do they trick or treat or watch Halloween/horror movies?? Does Peter wear his spidey suit as his costume?? Stuff like that

Thank you so much for requesting, happy Halloween! 👻

SPENDING HALLOWEEN WITH PETER PARKER

Peter loves Halloween, so he goes all out to celebrate it with you

First of all, there’s a haunted house at the school, so you go there

It’s great because some students had been working hard to put it together

Amongst them Ned, who constantly talked about it, being really excited

You and Peter would complain because spoilers!

But at the same time you were really curious 

Besides, you enjoyed hearing Ned tell you about it

The haunted house was great, being really scary and eerie in some rooms

Others were more spoopy, silly and fun and made you laugh a lot

Most of the time, though, you and Peter were clinging to each other

Trying to find your way through the house and constantly getting scared

No one knew who was screaming louder, if Peter or you

Still, it was really fun and exciting and you loved every second of it

Then you would go trick or treating, because it sounded so fun! 

Also, free candy, since the two of you really love sweets anyway

Peter would be a nerd and dress as Spiderman, much to your dismay

“What better costume than that, Y/N?” He would pout and say

And give you the puppy eyes when you said it wasn’t a good idea

He would convince you in the end, and you would dress as something

Maybe a different version of Spiderman, maybe another Avenger

Just something to match Peter’s costume in one way or another

It turned out to be hilarious, and you admitted it to him

Because no one really thought he was actually Spiderman

He was just another kid dressed up during Halloween

And if someone wondered if he was for a moment, he had a blast

Because he would remove his mask and say ‘yeah, I’m Spiderman!’

And people would get annoyed that he was teasing them about it

It was especially funny when you ran into Flash, because he was a fan

Then Peter took his mask off and Flash scowled at you both

“It’s just Parker” He would roll his eyes and just leave

You had both considered watching horror movies, but didn’t

None of you were particularly fond of them and prefered not to

Instead you spent all day walking around the streets

It was really cool seeing all the lights and decorations people put up

And seeing all the original costumes people made and wore

It was especially cool that there were several Spiderpeople

And Peter felt really proud and emotional about that part

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[the-gay-goblin]

Hi, list 5 things that make you happy and then put this in the inbox of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Get to know your followers and mutuals, and have fun!!! :]

1. @im-a-dragon-cawcaw

2. Peppermint tea and a good movie

3. Reading

4. Writing (except I suck so reeeeee)

5. @im-a-dragon-cawcaw

Annnd tag time

@notajerusalemcricket @that1randomname @im-not-really-a-pickle-jar @oskarlindy @articulate-anxious-atheist @deanbean-soup @duck-me-in-the-ass @fans-of-the-damned @traveling-around-randomly @likeadistantdiamondsky @that-house @spoopy-rayvynnnox @original-christmas-cloud

#the tree goblin answers #the tree goblin is happy #ask game #danke for the ask #love you all ma peoples

[katrinawritesthings]

Taemin-centric; spoopy; pg

Halloween party but they're all like magical Monster creatures :-)

very light Gore warning for the beginning because key is a headless babe like in mttm

"Oh, yeah," Jonghyun says, popping up straight. "Costume." he lets go of Taemin to rummage around in his hoodie pocket. He pulls out a cat ear headband, white and sparkly, and puts it on so the kitty ears settle just in front of his own werewolf ears. "Meow," he says mischievously. Then he's up and halfway across the backyard before Taemin finishes laughing. 

The whimpers from out back are getting louder so it's with purpose that Taemin is making his way through the house. 

At the same time, when he passes the bathroom and glances in, what he sees in there makes his stomach turn so it's with a new, different purpose that he stops in his tracks and lurches back to do a double-take.

It's just as he thought; Key is in there, standing in front of the mirror, but he's not even looking in it. Instead, he has his head off and is holding it with his left hand to face his neck hole and with his right hand is digging around in there. He's poking around his arteries, digging around his bones, sticking his finger down his throat hole, frowning all the while. there's blood under his nails and Taemin cannot stop the noise of disgust that comes from him.

 "Stop that, it's fucking nasty," he snaps. He walks forward and snatches Key's head away from his body, ignoring his shout and pushing away his grabby hands. He holds up Key in front of him with both hands, frowning at him. "You can't just fucking root around in your own neck hole, you know you get scabs and infections and shit, it's gross." 

"Fuck off, put me down," Key snaps back, a guilty blush covering his nose. His body's hands keep trying to grab him away but Taemin twists and faces the corner to frown at him some more. "At least I don't eat what I pick off, like you do with your boogers, and your eye crusties, and your pimple gunk, and your hair follicles, and your dick smegma." 

"Yeah, well," Taemin says, not nearly as offended as Key wants him to be, "how does it feel to have me call you gross?" he raises his eyebrows, tilts his head expectantly. Key just scowls, glaring up at him, hands grabbing loosely at the back of his shirt. Then he pouts and looks down at the floor.

"Bad," he mumbles. Taemin snorts. Bad indeed. He turns and puts Key's head back onto his body. Key,  eyes narrowed, pops his head right back off and puts it on the counter.

 "I'm putting on my costume," he says. Then, before Taemin can ask what that costume is, he switches from grumpy to concerned almost like a light switch and adds, "Can you go help Jonghyunnie? You know it's harder when it's cloudy. " 

 Taemin gasps loudly; that's right, he had a purpose before he walked past the bathroom. Mumbling, "You made me forget," he heads out of the bathroom and back onto his original quest to the yard.

Jonghyun is still out there, still whimpering. He's sitting between his ankles in his favorite patch of flowers, pouting up at the cloudy sky. He isn't twitching so much as shuddering harshly every couple of seconds and when Taemin gently crouches down and touches his shoulder, he whips around with a snarl, mouth half full of fangs bared, eyebrows a deep v before he realizes and relaxes, a little. 

"You okay, puppy?" Taemin asks. Jonghyun just whines back, reaching for Taemin’s hand to hold. Taemin makes comforting noises, squeezing him lightly. He knows. It's hard enough transforming on a normal full moon, but when it's cloudy, it takes forever to finally start. "You look cute," he says quietly, and he means it. He's wearing what he wants to wear after he changes and the outfit is almost comically big on him, ripped jeans baggier than the 90s and sleeveless hoodie long and loose like a little dress. 

"Thanks," Jonghyun pouts back. "Homophobic that the science nerds haven't found a way to make this–– not suck yet." He interrupts himself mid-sentence with a harsh, violent sounding noise somewhere between a snarl and a snort. Against his palm, Taemin can feel Jonghyun’s nails turning into claws. He glances up; the clouds are thinning, a little bit, so the big lesbian in the sky is visible as a pale fuzzy circle, a few flashes coming in here and there. 

 He squeezes Jonghyun’s hand with both of his, rubbing over the front and back, bringing it to his mouth to kiss once. Jonghyun doesn't really like to be talked to during his transformations. It distracts him when he's trying to just focus on getting it done and over with as quickly as possible. Taemin just keeps him company, is just there for him to be with while he goes through it. 

It takes a while, a bunch of tiny little changes every time the moon flashes free of the clouds, Jonghyun whimpering and pouting the entire time. Thankfully, Taemin has been following a large gap in the clouds and before super duper long, it passes over the moon. As soon as that starts, Jonghyun starts shuddering into overdrive. 

"Ooooohhhhhh, jeez, oh, okay, oh jeez, it's starting. Okay. Okay. Gosh. Fuck. Okay. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck––" 

He keeps going, growling out the curses through gritted teeth until they become actual growls. They rip through his throat with every breath, rough and deep, Rumble through his growing fangs, growing bones, muscle, limbs, tail, the elongating of his face into a snout and muzzle, the ears sprouting out of his head, dark brown fur growing all over him, his hand squeezing Taemin’s so hard it hurts, and then, as suddenly is it all started, it's over. 

Jonghyun shivers, shaking himself all out, stray fur poofing out into the air and floating away. Then he turns to Taemin with a lazy wolf grin and nuzzles against his cheek.

"Thanks, baby," he sighs, a breath of relief. Taemin hugs him back, ruffling both hands through the fur at the scruff of his neck and scritching behind his ears. He murmurs little praises as he does it, little good boys and you’re so fluffy, yes you ares. 

 Of course Jonghyun laps it all up, fluffy tail beating the dirt, heart beating hard and fast right next to Taemin's. Taemin is sure that he had something else to do tonight, but he's also sure that it can wait a little bit. In fact, he's positive that it can wait all the way up until Key knocks on the back door frame to get their attention and calls out, "Hey, time to go, Minho is here." 

Right, yeah, that's what it was. The party.

"Oh, yeah," Jonghyun says, popping up straight. "Costume." he lets go of Taemin to rummage around in his hoodie pocket. He pulls out a cat ear headband, white and sparkly, and puts it on so the kitty ears settle just in front of his own werewolf ears. "Meow," he says mischievously. Then he's up and halfway across the backyard before Taemin finishes laughing. 

Taemin picks himself up, brushes dirt off of his jeans, and makes his way back inside too. The walk back is enough time to take in Key's costume; he's taken a teddy bear, cut its head off, and then put the teddy bear head on top of his neck hole and his head on top of the teddy bear neck hole. It's a real good combination of cute and creepy. Jonghyun pats the teddy bear head as he passes and Taemin pats the Key head as he follows, just to be a nuisance. 

Over at the front of the house, Minho is waiting at the door, and dressed normally except for a pair of round black glasses. Maybe he's going to throw on some wizard robes later or something. Taemin reaches out to hold his hand for a second as Jonghyun gives him the biggest, snuggliest hug in the universe. He also waves at Minho in his car on the street, grinning when he waves back.

"You do know that I didn't volunteer to help you and Jinki set up, right, that was only Key?" he asks. He just wants to make sure. He's taking the free ride to the party, but just because he's going to be there early it doesn't mean he agreed to any labor.

"God," Minho mutters, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "Shut up," He says, tugging on Taemin's wrist to pull him to the car. Taemin smirks, bumping him with his hip so he stumbles a little. 

Key is in shotgun, Jonghyun behind him, so Taemin takes the seat behind Minho and settles in. Buckling himself up, he watches as Minho opens the driver side door for Minho and Minho sits down on top of Minho, both of them merging into one human again. He starts the car, Key starts playing with his radio, and Jonghyun immediately rolls down his window so he can lean out of it. 

Taemin sits quietly, twiddles his thumbs in his lap, checks his phone, watches some late trick-or-treaters on the sidewalk,and is bored within a minute. 

 "Choi," he says, kicking the back of the driver seat. "C’mere.” 

 "Why?" Minho asks, but he's already splitting off from himself again, twisting out of his seat belt and clambering over the center console. This Minho has a red and white striped beanie with a red poof on top and Taemin frowns at it, confused, before he understands suddenly with a big gasp.

"Oh," he says, reaching up to touch the hat as Minho buckles himself into the middle seat. "You're, like, where's Waldo?" he asks.

"Yeah," Minho grins. Minho still in the driver's seat waves his hand over the center console so Taemin can see his red and white striped sweater too. "I'm one of the party games. I'll split into six different me’s and everyone gets a little sticker sheet and then if you find all of me then you get, like. " he hesitates, frowns, brings his fist to his mouth in thought. "I don't know," he mumbles. "I don't remember. Jinki is in charge of the prizes this year." 

"Hm," Taemin says. "Cool." That's a fun idea. He wonders if he can snag all six stickers before the party and then try to pretend he got them all legally to Jinki later. "Anyway, fight me,” he says, opening up a phone game that the two of them like to play together.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Minho says. He reaches into his pocket, then sighs, rolls his eyes, and holds his hand up towards himself in the driver's seat. Minho splits off just an arm so he doesn't have to take his hand off of the steering wheel and grabs his phone, passing it back to Minho. 

"Get ready to get fucked," he taunts as he opens up the app.

"Quit flirting with me," Taemin says back. Minho's disgruntled mumbles in reply are music to his ears.

Four wins and four losses later, the ride to Minho and Jinki’s place has flown by and Minho is squinting at him with the vengeance of yet another stalemate right up until the last second that he merges back into himself and unbuckles his seat belt. Getting out of the car himself, he smiles at Jonghyun's back as the big fuzzball jogs up the front walkway and throws his arms around Jinki as soon as he opens the door. 

 Jonghyun is holding back as much as he can, but still, Jinki squishes, expands, oozes a little down Jonghyun's back as he hugs back. When Taemin walks up behind Jonghyun, Jinki glances at him and smiles, nodding his head up and down in greeting. He holds out a hand and Taemin takes it to hold, squishing his jelly fingers and poking his own fingers all over Jinki's palm to see the divots slowly form back to normal. He's made himself an almost clear blue so Taemin can look right through him and see a blurry, blue tinted picture of the beginnings of spooky party decorations. 

 Taemin knows that Jonghyun is going to be hugging Jinki for a while, so he slips into the house around them. Key is already bustling in a pile of decorations so Taemin heads into the kitchen, grabs himself a soda, and is just starting to make his way to the couch to sit and play Minho's video games when he's intercepted by Jinki. 

 "Hey," he smiles. He does his eye smile, head tilted, knees tensing and untensing so he jiggles all over, hair extra wiggly on top of his head. Taemin knows that smile and he groans, putting his face into his hands.

"That's so not fair, you know I'm soft for you," he whines, and then, "What do you need help with?"

Jinki smiles even wider, clear teeth visible even in the vague jelly details of his face. He holds up a box full of glitter and confetti. 

"Put these in me so I can be a blacklight party boi," he says. 

 And how the fuck is Taemin supposed to resist that?

"Fine, but I'm grumpy about it," he says, taking the box and then following Jinki back to the kitchen. Jinki sits himself on the kitchen counter and holds his arm out, splatting one finger against Taemin's cheek.

 "How long is that going to last?" he drawls. Taemin has a grumpy response to give him, but when he opens the box, the first thing that he sees are glow in the dark stars and suddenly he's not grumpy anymore. He chooses to just not respond in favor of picking one out and pressing it gently into Jinki's forearm. It slips in easily, his finger following it until he gets it centered enough and takes his finger out.

 Jinki's slime makes a funny little squelching noise when he does, sucking on his finger before letting him pop free. Taemin bites back a grin. He loves that. He pokes Jinki again, diddling his finger around in there until he can sense the cocked eyebrow. He glances up just to make sure and blushes when it's actually both eyebrows raised. He doesn't need this. He's doing Jinki a favor and he does not need to be judged for getting some stimmy on while he does it.

"God, you're going to look so fucking cool," he mumbles instead of acknowledging anything in the past 15 seconds. When Taemin is done with him he's going to look so fucking sick. 

And he does; Taemin fills him up with stars and beads and fluorescent glitter. He pops two neon beads through the back of Jinki's head to give him glowing eyes. He feeds one big long pipe cleaner into his left shoulder and all the way down to his right foot. He writes GAY on his sides with tiny plastic hearts. By the time he's done, Jinki sparkles and glitters and looks like an entire galaxy contained in one person. And that's before he even gets under a blacklight.

"You're welcome," Taemin says as he snaps the box of art supplies closed. Jinki smiles, squishes Taemin's face with his squishy hands.

 "Where’s your costume, by the way?" he asks. Taemin shrugs, shakes his head, smiles sheepishly. 

"I'm just going to, you know," he says, and concentrates for a moment until his demon horns start to grow up a little bit through his bangs. "But, like, bigger," he says, letting them sink back in. "And all over. Purple, Maybe? Maybe green. I don't know. Definitely scaly this year, though." He's going to be a spiky lizard boi. It's just too much effort to keep himself all demoned out for too long so he doesn't want to do it until the party starts. It's a lazy costume, but whatever. He's a lazy boi. 

"Cool," Jinki says. He hops off of the counter, sinking down a little bit as his feet puddle over the tile before he bounces back up. "Key was saying something about making you help set up the tiny pumpkins, so, you know." he taps Taemin's temple and points towards the living room. "Be careful."

"Yikes," Taemin says. Awful. Worst boyfriend. Taemin is going to pick his nose in front of him and eat the booger extra slow on purpose to get him back later. For now, to avoid being put to work, he sneaks out the other side of the kitchen and hides in Jinki's office, which has already been turned into a cool black light dance room. He finds Jinki's switch console, turns on the cool little rotating laser thing so blue dots spiral over the walls and the ceiling, and invites himself to lie down right in the middle of the floor. This is good. He'll hang out here and play Jinki’s video games until it's midnight party time. 

 He winds up playing Mario Rabbids for so long that the battery dies, and then after he guiltily plugs it back into the charger, winds up just lying on the floor and watching the lights play over the ceiling until he falls asleep in the corner. Then, before he knows it, he wakes up and it's almost 2 in the morning and people are dancing around him and he's already missed the first party game.

Sheepishly, groggily, he makes his way through the room until he finds a mirror in the hallway and does up his demon look. Big hot curved horns, spikes under his eyes, along his jaw, nice big claws, ridges along his arms and neck. Cool purple and green scales. Hell yeah. Fuck yeah. 

 He lost rock paper scissors with Key earlier so he has to stay sober tonight to make sure that they get back home okay, especially Jonghyun after transforming back into his human form. Usually he would head straight to the jello shots, but he just wanders around instead, hovering mostly between video games in the living room and jamming out in the blacklight room when he gets bored. There's spooky fun party stuff outside, too, but there's also a bunch of werewolves out there being loud and he doesn't have the energy to deal with that tonight. 

He makes out with a hot witch, kicks everyone's ass in the dance contest, grabs the box of white chocolate frosted brownies and just carries them around the party so he can eat them all himself, makes out with a hot glow in the dark slime person, watches Minho flirt with every boy taller than him, does half of the scavenger hunt out back before he gets bored and gives all of his things to Jonghyun to help him win instead. 

By the time dawn comes around, Taemin is all tuckered out. He's so tired that he sits down to pee, dropping his elbow on his knee and his cheek in his hand, twisting to yawn into his fingers. As he washes his hands, he glances at himself in the mirror. His big cool spikes from earlier are barely soft little friendly bumps by now, his horns little nubs on his forehead. His scales are almost all the way gone, too, even though he could have sworn he was still putting energy into keeping them on. Maybe he's more tired than he thought.

Leaving the bathroom, he glances out of the back window and smiles to see Jonghyun and all of his other werewolf pals out there in a big cuddle puddle on the grass. Each one of them has a different pair of animal ear headbands, and every one of them is proudly snoozing in their first place group costume contest crowns. Taemin takes a moment to watch his favorite wolf flick his tail in his sleep. He's so cute.

He glances into the blacklight room next, which is empty except for a couple of fairies dressed as Sailor Neptune and Sailor Uranus floating around the ceiling and Jinki. At some point he must have stolen control of the speakers and turned the heavy party jams into his own chill bouncy playlist. He's grooving the way he does best, jiggling to the tunes, eyes closed, hands up in front of himself, sparkling with glitter and stars and fairy dust. Taemin leaves him to it since he seems to be having such a good time.

The bedrooms are next, and Taemin hesitates outside of Minho's door. He stares at it for a long moment, trying to figure out exactly how much of a gremlin he feels like right now. He knows that Minho is in there right now with 3 very charming vampires and one very beefy, very handsome orc. Taemin could peek in there now to embarrass him, but. Nah. He doesn't feel like it. He lets Minho off easy this time and just continues his way into the living room. 

 Where a drunk Key head is lying sideways on a bookshelf and trying to communicate to his drunk body how to come get him. Taemin could help him out, but also, he doesn't feel like that either. What he does feel like doing is flopping on to the couch next to a snoring harpy and enjoying the show. 

So that's exactly what he does.

Best Halloween party he's been to in years. 

#jongtae #ontae #taekey #2min #taemin #jonghyun #key #minho #jinki #ot5 #fluff #fantasy #pg #ydw #Most unrealistic thing about this is that key would win a rock paper scissors match #oneshot #slime boi jinx slime boi jinx slime boi jinx slime boi jinx slime boi jinx

[aleijaiiiii]

ohhh, okay then, ty ^-^ | sorry in advance if i didnt get on the call, my school gives lots of homework to do on weekends - @original-spoopy-cloud

Alright.

[askroahmmythril]

“Robot Master” Typings : Non-Counterpart Navis

Something that was suggested was perhaps giving types to all the Navis that don’t have Robot Master counterparts.  Soooo that’s what we’re doing.  A couple of these of course do have counterparts ELSEWHERE, but since I only did Classic, they’ll get listed here.

Glyde : Normal

He’s just a butler and said to not be suited toward battle, so it’s hard to really say what he’d get beyond Normal if anything.  Basically from what we know, he just uses powerful Battle Chips because Yai buys them with THE POWER OF MONEY.

NumberMan : Normal

He’s simply about calculation and, well, numbers.  Hard to say if he’d have much else, though that angle attack he has makes me think he’d have Tri Attack in his movepool at least.  Probably something like Present or Magnitude that rolls a random number and does damage based on that for his dice.

ColorMan : Water / Fire

I mean, that’s the power he summons, so it feels pretty clear cut there.  He’s all about utilizing Fire Tower and Water Tower.  Well that and flinging the ball at you I suppose.

SharkMan : Water

He’s a fish.  A big fish with sharp pointy teef, but a fish.  Eat your calcium.

Zero : Electric / Poison

Mostly he’s all about his sword attacks, though one has to remember, he uses a beam saber, not a traditional steel or otherwise metal blade.  However beyond that, he’s a virus.  Even once “reset” and made into a Navi, he still has an affinity toward the viruses he originally produced, able to use them for his needs.

GateMan : Steel / Dark

GateMan’s gate serves both as a sturdy shield, and also a gate to a strange realm from which he can summon a dark, shadowy hand.

ThunderMan : Electric / Steel

I’m mostly giving him Steel type due to his overall appearance.  He looks like a being made of metal and conducting electricity that way, via the lightning rod on his head.  The Electric part is obvious.

PlanetMan : Water / Ground

I mean, he’s Earth.  Almost more so than Terra was.  He could potentially have type changing shenanigans though depending on his orbiting planetoids.

BeastMan : Dark / Normal

An intimidating beast that fights with fang and claw, I imagine more than anything he’d just be fast and have a lot of bite and slash type moves.

DesertMan : Ground

I mean, pretty straightforward for this one, he’s just a big guy made of sand.  One could cite Palossand as a reason to give him Ghost typing as well, but I don’t really get ghostly vibes from him.

KingMan : Normal

I don’t really count King and KingMan.EXE as the same character, though I think I’ve seen some debate the topic.  It’s not as clear as, say, Ring.EXE just being a gender swapped Ring Man.  Anyway, KingMan’s just a stompy chess piece more than anything else.  Mostly he relies on his pieces to do the battling for him, or to shield him.

BowlMan : Rock

I’m.... not 100% on this one honestly.  I debated just Normal, but that felt kind of weird for the fact that he’s flinging super heavy bowling balls at you, but then, bowling balls aren’t metallic, so Steel seemed wrong...  The heck are bowling balls actually made of usually, anyway...?

MistMan : Ghost / Poison

MistMan himself isn’t even the target, you have to attack his lamp, so he seems like he has a fairly ghostly form.  His mist clouds also poison Megaman, so this seems fitting.  I debated Fairy typing due to genies being sort of a fairy tale creature of sorts, but Ghost / Poison seems far more fitting.

Serenade : Psychic / Fairy

There’s just something about their appearance that makes this typing seem fitting to me.  The elegant look, the sort of streamers behind their back, Fairy just seems fitting, their powers kind of lending to it as well, but their ability to essentially always see your attacks coming and block them seems very Psychic to me.

VideoMan : Normal / Psychic

VideoMan’s a weird one to classify.  I felt weird making him PURE Psychic, but I felt like that needed to be included since he can essentially manipulate time for himself or his opponent by using his video editing powers.

KendoMan : Fighting

This one seems pretty solid and straightforward.  He’s a trainer for a particular fighting style.

LaserMan : Dark / Electric

LaserMan too is tricky.  Fairy seems to be the one most associated with light-based attacks these days, but LaserMan..... does not seem Fairy-ish.  At all.

CosmoMan : Psychic / Fire

Once more we’re into the whole “space based” thing, but he also enjoys flinging meteors at you, which Battle Network classifies as Heat element attacks.

Colonel : Electric / Fire

Like Zero, he mostly fights with his beam saber.  However, there’s also that Colonel Cannon move he has, plus all the little ally gunners he summons from field objects.

Meddy : Grass / Poison

Meddy’s able to make pills that can either help or hurt.  The Poison comes from the whole “inflicting status ailments” thing her medicine can do.  As for Grass, I more went to thinking of her operator, Jasmine, who makes traditional style medicines.  This makes me think of herbal remedies, so I gave her Grass type.

FootMan : Fighting

Largely I’m using Passimian as the excuse here.  He’s a big burly football player looking to tackle you.

SwallowMan : Normal / Flying

He’s a basic birb man.  Pretty much we have Taillow / Swellow for reference here.  While I guess I understand why, it still bugs me that they changed his name to LarkMan for international releases.  He’s.... clearly not a lark, he’s a swallow.  It’s a type of bird.  Get over it, people.  Stop your giggling in the back row.

CircusMan : Psychic / Dark

He’s a ringmaster, showing his control over the animals he summons to attack you.  Granted he does so with a whip, but..... even Gen 1 Sabrina had a whip for.... reasons..... look, I dunno.  CircusMan is just creepy.  Psychic / Dark just somehow works in my mind.  He gets in your head, and we don’t want to know what’s going on when that tent comes down.  I don’t even fear clowns but.... CircusMan is just freakin’ weird.

JudgeMan : Grass / Electric

JudgeMan’s a weird one, but hear me out.  Electric is straightforward enough, he attacks you with an electric whip.  Must be taking lessons from one of the Phoenix Wright prosecutors...  Beyond that, he’s based largely on books.  Paper though is made from wood pulp, so there is a grass relation there.  We can see that also in Kartana, an origami Pokemon that is Grass / Steel type.  Plus, well, he’s encountered in the Judge Tree system.

ElementMan : Normal (with a caveat)

Let’s face it, this guy’s type is probably “Yes.”  His whole thing is his ability to manipulate and change his element.  The question would be how best to make this work in Pokemon via ability.  He is involved with weather according to the network you fight him in, so maybe something akin to Forecast?

KillerMan : Dark / Ghost

He’s a spoopy demon reaper.  This seems pretty solidly fitting for him I’d say.  He’s another where I understand why they had to change the name, but EraseMan just doesn’t sound as good to me for him as KillerMan.  But yeah, I get it, kids’ game and all.

I THINK I got everyone there.

[liamakorn]

Spoopy Love

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (Ghost-Hunter AU) 

Warnings: None. It’s a fluff fest y’all. Seriously, hand me Peter Parker, and watch my heart explode. 

Words: 5,092

A/N: GUYS!!! I had so much fun writing this, you have no idea. Somehow, it turned into a Buzzfeed Unsolved AU, and I aint even mad lol. This is for the August AU Writing Challenge by @after-avenging-hours . Hope y’all enjoy it as much as I did, our smol awkward boy deserves all the love! 

I tried to keep it as short as I could, lol, but uh....I think I failed. Sorry XP 

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“I am so not going in there.”

A small whine that sounded vaguely like your name left his lips, brunette curls shifting in the small autumn breeze.

“Oh, c’mon, where’s your sense of adventure?”

Glancing at Peter, you must’ve made a face, because now he was chuckling, bumping your shoulder lightly with his own. A small, handheld camera hung by a cord on his wrist, swaying to and fro with every movement.

You focused your gaze on the house in front of you, trying to muster up some enthusiasm. It was cold, the sun was setting, and you really didn’t want to be here. How you’d managed to let him drag you on this “adventure”, you’ll never know. Oh, wait, that’s right, he’d flashed those puppy dog eyes and you’d just melted.

However, this was a little beyond your comfort zone. The house was huge, three stories in all. But what it had in grandeur was ruined by the state of the building itself; exposed wood paneling, the rotted porch with hardly a pillar left, shutters barely clinging to their windows. God, you could smell the mold from here. You noticed a few rats dart beneath the cracked walls and nearly fainted.

After another nudge, Peter finally grabbed your attention, pouting at your expression.

“Oh c’mooon! We’re about to catch the only known footage of Eliza Cartwright’s ghost! Aren’t you at least a little excited?”

Allowing yourself one last sigh, you managed a nervous smile, readjusting the heavy bag slung across your shoulder.

“This is a health and safety hazard.”

Somehow, you put one foot in front of the other, forcing your steps closer to the hell hole you were about to spend the majority of your night in. After a few seconds, you noticed Peter wasn’t following, glancing back with an eyebrow raised.

“Well, c’mon, Dimples. This ghost aint gonna catch itself!”

The crooked grin you received was worth every discomfort this house could throw at you.

It’s not like you didn’t want to believe in ghosts. You would’ve loved to have had the same enthusiasm for the supernatural that seemed to flow through Peter every time someone uttered the word “haunted”. It just seemed like there was always a more logical explanation, an answer that made more sense than the supposed “paranormal activity”. Banging in the walls? Faulty pipes. Scratching noises and flickering lights? Mice. Doors closing by themselves? Wind.

Yet, somehow, you ended up a moderator on Peter Parker’s ghost hunting blog, staring up at a dusty old house, on a Saturday. Life sure did have a sense of humor.

Stepping through the creaky front door, you were met with a wall of what could only be described as old people smell, kicked up to eleven. You couldn’t help but cough, taking stock of your surroundings. Dust hung in the air, catching the last few beams of sunlight creeping through the slats of decaying boards, which were haphazardly secured to the windows with rusty nails. The walls were nothing special, decades old paint flaking from the plaster, faded and worn from years of neglect.

The furniture was coated with a thick layer of dust and dirt, making it nearly impossible to discern what color each item had originally been. The cushions seemed to be missing; you counted that as a blessing. Who knows what would’ve been living in there.

A sudden achoo! startled you from your thoughts, shattering the silence of the otherwise abandoned house. Spinning on your heel, you just caught Peter’s wince, the brunette lifting the camera as you pressed your hand to your chest.

“Give me frickin heart attack, why don't’cha?”

His smirk was almost shy as he apologized, chuckling when you lightheartedly shoved his shoulder. You plopped your bag onto the couch, a cloud of dust kicking back into your face. You dug around for your own camera, hiding your face from view and trying to calm your blush. Jesus, how had he wormed his way under your skin so easily? You’d only known each other for a few months, having become fast friends after you’d transferred to his high school at the very end of the year. It was an odd experience, walking into this new school the first day and having Peter and Ned bombard you with greetings.

One minute you were the weirdo loner girl who couldn’t keep up with the new curriculum because she’d moved in fricken June, and the next, you had two amazing friends who actually wanted to hang out with you. Hell, it was that first day of school where Peter had nervously approached you and asked if you wanted to come with him to check out this stupid house in the first place. 

You’d been inclined to say no, but after looking at his expression...you just couldn’t. He’d sounded almost scared, like you would make fun of him or something. Well, needless to say, you’d caved, and here you were, the day before Halloween, hunting a ghost. And, despite your best efforts, enjoying yourself.

Heaving out a sigh, steeling yourself, you turned to face Peter, unable to keep the smile from your face at his fascinated gaze raking the dilapidated living room.

“You ready, Parker?”

An excited grin stretched his features, brown eyes sparkling in the dim beam of your flashlight. His enthusiasm was contagious, and you soon found yourself just as impatient to explore as he was. Attaching a go-pro to the side your head, you noticed Peter staring at you with an expression you couldn’t read. He quickly averted his gaze, clearing his throat and fiddling with the camera. You could’ve sworn you saw pink dusting his cheeks.

As happy as seeing Peter this excited made you, that was quickly dwindled by the borderline dangerous nature of your surroundings. Everything was either rusty, dusty, moldy, or all of the above. You noted the exposed wood of the walls, some of the panels rotted away completely, other rooms visible in some places. Meanwhile, your companion continued to monologue, recounting on camera the details of a grisly death.

“The first spirit we’ll be covering is Christopher Requaitt. He came from the incredibly small town of Seboeis, Maine, and had a relatively poor upbringing. And yet, somehow, he managed to graduate at the top of his class, earning him a job in the household of one James Cartwright. It was rumored that he had been working off a debt to Cartwright, and that, after it was paid, he was hired full time due to his incredible culinary ability. However, these claims were never officially documented.”

You hardly realized you’d stopped scanning your surroundings, completely enraptured by the way Peter’s lips moved as he recounted the tale. Even as you started fiddling with various settings and EMF machines, you kept an ear on him, glancing up every once in awhile, enthralled by the story he was telling. Although you were a skeptic, it was hard not to be interested in the lives of people before you, hearing their history sending a shiver down your spine.

Peter continued, the confident edge to his voice catching you by surprise.

“One night, Cartwright’s wife, Cheryl, became incredibly sick. It would soon be known that she was pregnant with her first, and only, child; but, at the time, she claimed to have food poisoning, contracted from undercooked chicken. Due to Requaitt’s incredible reputation and skill, many have speculated that the accusation was meant to get Christopher fired. She had made her distaste for the cook obvious, never missing a chance to denounce him to her friends and acquaintances.

It is widely believed, by both residents and historians, that James and Christopher had been in the midst of an affair, an incredibly taboo subject at the time. Cheryl, either jealous or afraid for their reputation, might have wanted to take drastic action to halt their activities. Although he was saddened by it, Cartwright had no choice but to fire the cook. Finding himself wracked with woebegone, Chris-”

A snort escaped your lips, earning a playfully annoyed look from Peter. You coughed, trying to disguise your giggles behind your hand. He raised an eyebrow, directing the camera at you, catching your amused expression.

“Something wrong, munchkin?”

You chuckled again, shaking your head.

“Nope, nothing, I’m good. Please, continue.”

Rolling his eyes, he readjusted the camera, a soft smile on his face.  

“Anyway. Finding himself wracked in woebegone-”

He stared directly at you as he emphasized the word, setting off a new round of giggles, prompting a wider grin to stretch his lips.

“-Christopher found he couldn’t live with James’ decision, stuffing his face in the deep frying, killing himself and burning his face off before they could make him leave.”

“Christ, Parker!”

He halted, furrowing his brows in bemused confusion. You tried for an aggravated expression, only just managing a mildly miffed look before a smile broke out.

“Could you be a bit more blunt?”

He chuckled, pink dusting his cheeks even as he shrugged.

“What? That’s what happened, what d’you want me to say?”

You released a huff of air.

“I dunno, Pete, just...you can’t speak ill of the dead, man, that’s like, rule number one in the ghosty handbook.”

Peter’s eyebrows shot up, an amused smirk on his lips.

“Oh, there’s a handbook now? Miss (Y/N) ‘I’m sure it was just the wind’ (L/N)?”

A flurry of giggles interrupted your sentence, covering your mouth to try and contain them. “I’m just saying, have a little respect, Parker!”

A victorious grin stretched his features, your heart skipping a beat when he let out the cutest laugh you’d ever heard.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Should I mention the fact that the only way they could identify him was by his clothing, because his features had melted together-”

You faked a disgusted face, covering your ears. His snickering sent a warm feeling dancing in your chest, the smile on your face lingering even as your chuckles died. You admired him for a moment, the crinkles in the corner of his eyes, dimples fully on display with his wide grin. Even in the dim beam of your flashlight, shadows dancing across his features; god, he was breathtaking.

After a few seconds, Peter cleared his throat, a touch of shyness flashing across his face.

“You, uh, you alright there, munchkin?”

Snapping out of your daze, you nodded, fiddling with the EMF meter at your belt.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s move on. You mentioned a little girl?”

That familiar sparkle returned to his eye, gripping your wrist suddenly and practically dragging you up the creaking staircase. You fought a laugh, heart pounding at his touch, no matter how minor. You really needed to get a grip on your crush.

You ended up in yet another dusty room, covered wall to wall in what was once a pale pink, but had faded to grey over time. The same confident tone as before overtook his voice, face stone serious as he began his spiel about the area’s most popular spirit.

“Here we are in the bedroom of James Cartwright’s six-year-old daughter, Eliza. She was born barely a year after the death of Christopher Requaitt, leading the residents of the town to question Requaitt’s death. Though nothing came of it legally, gossip and rumors of the supposed affair between Cartwright and Requaitt resulted in Cheryl’s eventual suicide, leaving James with Eliza when she was only four. Tragedy would strike again two years later, when Valerie Peridot would witness one of the many supernatural occurrences in the home. Only, unlike the others, this one was fatal.

“Peridot was the most recent in a long line of women James Cartwright dated after his wife’s death. She had only been dating him for three months before moving in, treating Eliza like her own daughter. But, as she entered the little girl’s room, she was startled to find the large window open, the child standing on the balcony railing and speaking to someone Valerie was unable to see. She seemed upset, screaming at the unseen figure to go away. When Valerie opened her mouth to scold her, Eliza jolted, as if she was pushed, flying from the third-floor balcony to the asphalt below”

Your eyebrows shot up, catching Peter’s attention for a brief second. The crooked half smile he sent your way was enough to catch your breath, hoping to any god out there that he didn’t notice.

“After Eliza’s death, Peridot was obviously suspected, her story of an unseen man shoving the girl out a window seeming preposterous. However, diary entries were found of Eliza’s, mentioning an imaginary friend named “Krissy". Law enforcement thought nothing of it, but spectral enthusiasts disagreed. It was speculated that perhaps “Krissy" was actually the ghost of Christopher Requaitt, enacting his revenge of what was the product of his demise. Eliza mentioned Krissy’s distaste for her family, specifically her mother. Even after her death, the spirit had apparently denounced Cheryl to the young girl, trying to convince her to “remind her father of his sins”. While these claims are somewhat far fetched, is it impossible to believe that Requaitt, heartbroken and betrayed by his lover, would seek retribution in the way of Eliza’s death?”

Peter glanced at you again, tilting his head slightly in question.

“Are you cold?”

You furrowed your brows, confused for a moment. You hadn’t even noticed your own arms encircling your torso, goosebumps rising on your bare arms, too engrossed in his story. Shrugging, you tried rubbing your palms together, the temporary warmth doing nothing to soothe the chill.

“I’m fine. Just a bit chilly is all, let’s keep moving.”

After a few seconds, he nodded, but not before shrugging off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

“We’ll only be a few more minutes. Just wanna use the spirit box and then we can head out.”

He lead the way towards a narrow hallway, just missing your intense blush. You tailed him, whining slightly.

“Can we not? I fucking hate that thing.”

He snickered, glancing back at you briefly; your heart fluttered at his bashful smile, slipping your arms into the sleeves of his coat. The fabric completely obscured your hands, filling you with a warmth that rivaled the pink on your cheeks.

Leading into the maid’s quarters was a rundown hallway, barely any plaster left on the walls. This area of the house seemed...moister than the rest, a distant leak echoing around the space. It sent shivers down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

“Well....this is ominous.”

Peter laughed, pointing the camera at you once again.

“You scared, Munchkin?”

You lightheartedly shoved him, shaking your head. It was getting increasingly difficult to be annoyed when he flashed those stupid dimples. Peter began setting up the camera against a far wall, pulling out a small black gadget, explaining the mechanism simultaneously.

“So for those of you not familiar, what we’re about to use is called a Spirit Box. It uses radio frequency sweeps to generate white noise, which theories suggest give some entities the energy they need to be heard. When this occurs you will sometimes hear voices or sounds coming through the static in an attempt to communicate. It basically scans radio stations super fast to give the ghost a chance to roast us.”

Your chuckle is quickly cut off by a wince, plugging your ears to drown out the loud shrill given off by the hell box. After a few seconds of garbled syllables and static, you managed to catch what could’ve been either “starry" or “sorry". You decided on the latter.

“Sorry? For what?”

Peter shrugged.

“Maybe it’s sorry about the house?”

You snorted, trying to contain your giggles.

“Man, it should be sorry, this is a fuckin’ mess.”

Peter had the gall to look offended.

“Hey! Be respectful.”

That set off another fit of giggles, followed by a sarcastic tone,

“Oh, now you care about respect? Besides, what’s a pissy ghost gonna do?”

A sudden smirk found its way onto your lips.

“Ooh, maybe it’ll follow you hooome-”

He shoved you lightly, laughing nervously.

“Shut up! That’s not funny!”

You just giggled, vaguely paying attention to the spirit box. You could’ve sworn you heard something akin to, ‘I don’t want to go’, but you couldn’t be too sure.

After another few seconds of unintelligible nonsense, Peter sighed, switching the device off. Trying to hide his disappointed expression, he fixed the camera on his face, a small smile adorning his features. You began to pack up your equipment while he vlogged his outro.

“Alas, dear viewers, it seems that, while paranormal activity does reside in these walls, we weren’t able to catch much of anything tonight. Until next time, where we take a road trip to the Lizzie Borden Murder Hou-”

All of a sudden, a loud bang! followed by several shuffling sounds echoed from somewhere above you, startling the both of you nearly to death. Peter practically dropped the camera, eyes wide in what could’ve either been excitement or fear. Probably a little bit of both.

“What was that?!”

Your first instinct was that someone else had the same idea as you. Or a homeless man was squatting there. Or a wolf was hungry and craved the flesh from your bones. While some more far-fetched than others, none of those options seemed incredibly appealing.

You tugged Peter’s arm, trying to nudge him towards the exit.

“C’mon, Pete, let’s get outta here-"

Just as you said that, the shuffling got louder, swooping past your face and right past a terrified Peter. As the bird settled on an ancient chair, the two of you stayed silent for what felt like ages. Until the dam cracked, and the giggles you were trying to keep back came spilling out from your lips. When the terror had finally subsided, Peter chuckled a bit too, clutching his heart and leaning against the wall.

The giggles didn’t stop. Forgetting yourself, you’d stopped checking your surroundings, completely focused on Peter for most of the night. So, it’d be just your luck that you’d step right onto a spot of water damaged flooring behind you.

Good news? You’d found the source of that dripping noise. Bad news? Your foot went straight through it, sending you crashing down, banging your head on the wooden paneling. You might’ve heard Peter yell out, but your brain was swimming too much to notice, a ringing settling in your ears. You blinked rapidly, trying to clear your foggy senses, only to notice the intense pain shooting up your leg. It was like somebody had taken your ankle and bashed it against a rock a few times. You were almost sure it was broken. You just hoped to god you weren't cut anywhere. The last thing you needed right now was tetanus.

After a few seconds of confused blinking, the rapidly spinning room finally came to a halt; coherent enough to notice your surroundings, Peter came into view, a worried look etched into his expression. His eyes were almost teary as he fussed over you.

Grabbing his hand, you tried your best at smiling, only managing a grimace as your head throbbed. His eyes snapped to yours, squeezing your hand a little too tightly, his free hand checking your head as lightly as he could. When it grazed over the welt right at the top of your forehead, you winced, relieved when he pulled his hand back to cradle your cheek instead.

“Okay, okay okay okay, you’re okay. Can you hear me, sweetheart?”

Blinking a few more times for good measure, you nodded, soothing some of the panic in his eyes. Slowly, as gently as he possibly could, Peter supported your upper back and waist, lifting you to a sitting position, jostling your leg as little as possible. Even then, you let out a slight whimper. The nausea hit you all at once, forcing you to grip Peter’s arm until the room stopped spinning. Although you could barely pay attention to anything but your swimming senses, Peter continued to mumble out loud; whether it was to calm himself or you was unclear.

“God, (Y/N), I’m so sorry, I was stupid to make you come with me, I should’ve just taken you to get some damned coffee like a normal person, now you’re hurt and it’s my fault, Jesus I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”

“Peter.”

He stopped altogether, eyes wide and terrified. Giving him another, more convincing smile, you sniffled, wiping your face on the sleeve of his jacket that you were still wearing. Taking stock of your leg, you couldn’t see or feel many splinters or cuts, which was a plus. However, your ankle didn’t seem to be faring as well, the throbbing having only worsened as the minutes rolled by. Getting it out of the rotted floor was definitely a priority.

“Alright...okay, Peter. We need to get my leg out, yeah? I’m gonna need your help.”

Peter nodded, visibly swallowing, clenching your hand to the point where it almost hurt. He reached down, careful not to impale himself on the cracked wood, and began to clear as much of the debris as he could. Although the thought of shifting your leg was nauseating, you tried to help as much as you could, knocking splinters away so there was a clear passage you could slip your foot through. 

Taking a deep breath, you squeezed Peter’s arm, cautiously lifting your foot out of the floor. Even that minor jostling sent stabs of pain up your leg, an unintentional cry escaping your lips. Peter tried his best to make the endeavor as painless as possible, supporting your leg and back, moving anything that could bump into the injury. You saw his pained expression at your cry, brows furrowed in worry.

Eventually, you managed to free your ankle, a sigh of relief escaping your chest. You hadn't even noticed you were holding your breath. Once able to shift without feeling like you were going to die, you released Peter’s arm, wincing at the red marks you’d left. He barely seemed to notice, cradling your ankle to assess the damage.

Despite the awful situation, you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was. Cheeks flushed, jaw flexing every few seconds, a nervous tick you’d noticed over the past few months. His eyes were trained on you the whole time, a softness to his gaze that sent your heart racing a mile a minute.

Hesitantly, you reached up, tracing his cheekbone with your fingertips. His eyes snapped to yours, the blush you earned filling you with satisfaction. You had no idea where this sudden confidence came from, and you were sure it wouldn’t last. Still, you couldn’t help but make the most of it.

Your voice was barely audible when you whispered,

“You’re so pretty…”

If you thought he’d been red before. Oh boy. Now he was like a tomato, a shy smile stretching his lips before he could stop it. Catching your gaze briefly, Peter chuckled, continuing his examination of your ankle.

“You probably have a concussion. We should get you out of here.”

Giggling, you couldn’t help the fond look you gave him, a dopey grin on your face.

“You’re taking me out? Like, on a date?”

He grinned fully, 50 shades of pink, standing to help you up.

“Alright, you definitely have a concussion. C’mon, let’s go.”

Gripping his hands, you allowed Peter to lift you to your feet, shocked by his strength. Careful not to lean on your bad leg, you hardly noticed when you began to fall, the room suddenly spinning. Peter caught you by the waist, keeping his hold on you until you could focus on anything but keeping your balance. 

The both of you were barely an inch apart, your head the perfect height to lay against his chest. Which is exactly what you did, sighing as your senses began to return to normal. You could just about hear his heartbeat, thumping rapidly against his sternum.

God, you must’ve had a concussion. Or some sort of permanent brain damage. There’s no way you’d be acting like this in your right mind. Peter didn’t seem to mind, though, leaning his chin gently against your hair. It was so calming, you almost forgot about your ankle entirely, letting it droop to the floor absentmindedly.

Immediately on contact, you yelped, clutching Peter’s shirt in a vice grip. He sighed, keeping his arm circled around your waist to support you, becoming your crutch and letting you lean practically all of your weight onto him. Still, he didn’t complain, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Alright, Munchkin, let’s get outta here.”

When you showed up to his apartment, banged up from your adventures, May practically forced you into a cab, taking you to the nearest hospital to be checked up on. You didn’t end up having a concussion, thankfully, just some minor bruises and a sprained ankle, as well as a tetanus shot for good measure. You did, however, get what felt like an eternity of a scolding from Peter’s aunt. Which, to be fair, was incredibly valid. What had possessed the two of you to go to an abandoned ass house, on the night before Halloween, by yourselves, was completely beyond you.

You found it hard to be upset though, laying on Peter’s bed, watching him set up a pillow and blanket on his floor. It was far too late to go home, so you’d convinced May to let you stay for the night. You sighed again, pouting at Peter.

“You really don’t have to sleep on the floor, Dimples. It’s your bed, I can take the couc-"

He paused his activities, a tired smile on his face.

“Are you kidding? You think my injured friend is gonna sleep on the couch? We found that thing on the curb, you’d end up with god knows what.”  

He wandered over, fussing for the millionth time with your pillows and blankets, making sure you were comfortable. You rolled your eyes, groaning.

“You’re acting like I’m on my deathbed. A little fall isn’t gonna kill me, Pete.”

He just chuckled, and, after a few seconds hesitation, brushed some of your hair behind your ear.

“I know, I know. Just...let me take care of you, ‘kay?”

A heavy blush settled on your cheeks, rendered speechless by his sudden shift in demeanor. Wordlessly, you nodded, biting your lip to keep the smile off your face. His eyes caught the movement, focusing on your mouth for a few seconds before falling to his hands. Slowly, almost cautiously, he sat at the edge of the mattress, brows furrowing. As if he was thinking about what to say next.

“Listen…(Y/N)... I wanted to tell you something. And I’m not...well, I’m not exactly sure how to say it, but I feel like this is a good time, because realistically, I know you’ll be fine, but if you’d really gotten hurt in there, I don’t know what I would’ve done, I just-"

He cut himself off, keeping his gaze locked firmly in his lap. Finally, he seemed to focus, taking a deep breath before continuing.

“I asked you to come with me on my stupid ghost hunting trip because, well, you’re just-”

Another deep breath.

“You’re kinda, sorta, basically always on my mind. And I wanted to hang out- well not ‘hang out’ but, I wanted to, y’know, ask you out, but I couldn’t find the words, and now you’re hurt and I-"

He kept rambling, but you barely heard it, too focused in on his confession to notice anything else.

Peter likes you.

Jesus, everything made so much sense now! How shy he was, how timid he’d been asking you to go with him. He wasn’t just asking to hang out. He was asking you on a date. Butterflies filled your stomach, a warm feeling settling in your chest. You couldn’t keep the grin from your lips if you tried. Peter likes you. Peter likes you.

Noticing your expression, he finally stopped ranting, an almost terrified look in his eyes. Clearing your throat slightly, you averted your gaze, mumbling softly.

“I, uh, I like you too Peter.”

His expression was almost comical. Eyes wide, mouth slightly ajar.

“W-what?”

You giggled, an affectionate grin on your face.

“I said, I like you too, you doofus.”

He visibly relaxed, features softening into a sweet smile.

“Oh.”

You both sat there, the silence of his bedroom settling over you like a blanket. You must’ve looked like idiots, sitting amongst his Star Wars sheets with lovestruck expressions, glancing at each other from the corner of your eyes. After a few seconds, he cleared his throat, blush never fading.

“So, um...do you, I mean, there’s a movie next week, would you maybe, uh, I dunno, um-"

“I’d love to, Peter.”

His smile widened even more, brown eyes sparkling as he nodded.

“Okay. Okay, good. So, uh...we should probably get some sleep.”

Peter moved to stand up, but stopped himself. After a few seconds of hesitation, he leaned over, gently pressing his lips to your bruised forehead. As he pulled away, you gripped his wrist, eyes fluttering shut to savour the moment. You were here. This was real. You felt his light breaths across your face, nose practically brushing yours. A breathy giggle escaped your lips, opening your eyes to see Peter already staring at you. You could see every small detail in gaze, golden flakes scattered in their chocolate depths. You kept your voice hushed, scared to shatter the moment between the two of you.

“Can you lay by me? Just until I fall asleep?”

His smile could rival the sun in its brilliance. A thrill went through you as he nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Alright.”

Careful not to touch your ankle, Peter climbed beneath the covers, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Your head rested against his chest, steady heartbeat a little too quick to be casual. You smirked.

“You nervous, Parker?”

He chuckled, squeezing you in a hug.

“Shut up, Munchkin.”

God, you didn’t think you’d ever stop smiling. Closing your eyes, you breathed out a sigh of content. A year ago today, you never would’ve imagined you’d be here. A new school, ghost hunting blog, and sprained ankle later, and here you were, cuddling with the guy of your dreams.

Things were finally looking up.

Tagging: @captain-ariel-barnes @papi-chulo-bucky @after-avenging-hours @occasionalfics @aliciawentzshadows @writing-parker 

Sorry if you didn’t wanna be tagged in this, lol, I just tagged anyone who I thought might like Peter fluff XP 

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #my work #august au writing challenge #my spider son #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #peter parker x you #peter parker au #x reader

[afterglowparker]

Afterglowparker’s 600 Follower Writing Challenge

Hello friends! So I went back-and-forth with myself for awhile if it was okay for me to do this in honor of 600 followers, and after a long debate, I have decided to host a writing challenge in honor of 500 & 600 followers! I was in a weird place when I hit 500 followers and never got to truly celebrate it and well, now we hit 600!! This is something I have been wanting to do for a long time and I am so excited for this! Thank you to anyone who has ever liked my posts, left a message in my inbox, reblogged a post, or has shown me any kind of love. I never expected to hit this milestone and I am so thankful, grateful, in awe, and so incredibly happy. From the bottom of my heart: thank you so much.

Rules, Information, and all Prompts can be found below the cut! Please read over the rules before you send in an ask! Thank you!

Rules/Information

You do not need to be following me, but it would be nice and greatly appreciated!

Send me an ASK with the prompt and person you wish to write for.

Please tag me in all entries, as well as the post with the hashtag #afterglowparkers600wc

There will be two (2) people per prompt.

You can only apply for one prompt.

Pieces can be written for any Marvel character or their respective actors. 

Pieces can be written for Harrison Osterfield.

Lowkey, if you like Teen Wolf or Steve Harrington, my ass will accept pieces for those characters as well.

Any genre is accepted (angst, fluff, etc.)

PLEASE DO NOT write smut for anyone under the age of 18. You cannot age them up just to write smut for them either.

Any potential triggers MUST BE tagged.

Pieces can be a one-shot, part of a mini-series, etc.

MUST BE A MINIMUM OF 500 WORDS.

If your piece exceeds 500 words, please use the “keep reading” feature.

I will reblog all entries after I have read them and add them to a separate masterlist.

I will update the prompt list every time someone takes a prompt.

Once the slots for a prompt have been filled, it will have a strike thru it.

Opens when you see this and ends on October 31st (aka Halloween because I am a spoopy bitch).

If you have any questions that have not yet been answered or are unclear on anything, please feel free to send me an ask.

Even if you do not plan on participating, I would greatly appreciate a reblog to help spread the word!

Some Prompts Taken From These Lists: x x x

Dialogue Prompts

“We can’t keep this up forever.” (0/2)

“I’m not here to make friends.” (0/2)

“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.” (0/2)

“I thought we were family!” (0/2)

“I don’t deserve to be loved.” (0/2)

“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.” (0/2)

“I’m better with you” (1/2) [@marvelliz with Loki]

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” (1/2) [@notimeforthemessenger with Harrison Osterfield]

“It’s lonely here without you.” (1/2) [@holland-peters with Tom Holland]

“I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.” (0/2)

“Why are you bleeding?” (0/2)

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!” (0/2)

“I thought you didn’t want me.” (0/2)

“Obviously, you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.” (1/2) [@queenoflostspirits with Peter Parker]

“Okay…this is new.” (0/2)

“You have no idea what you do to me.” (0/2)

“Always and forever.” (0/2)

“It’s not safe here.” (1/2) [@likechadwick with Steve Rogers]

“Forgive me. Not for my sake, for yours. Forgive me.” (0/2)

“You can’t run from time.” (0/2)

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me.” (0/2)

“Hey! Let’s do this.” (0/2)

“I don’t regret it, not even for a second.” (0/2)

“I’ve never been more in love with you.” (1/2) [@theclearblues with Tom Holland]

“It’s hard to remember we aren’t in a competition anymore.” (1/2) [@hungry-for-touch with Peter Parker]

“I didn’t ever think we’d be here, like this.” (0/2)

“If I go through with this, I die. If I don’t, we all die.” (0/2)

“Are you blind?” (0/2)

“Forget it, it was stupid anyways.” (0/2)

“I love who I am.” (0/2)

Song Prompts (linked for your convenience and listening pleasure!)

Ghost of You by 5 Seconds of Summer (2/2) [@starksparker with Tom Holland] [@heartbreakerholland with Tom Holland]

Feels Like Coming Home by Jetta (0/2)

pete davidson by Ariana Grande (0/2)

Oh, Calamity! by All Time Low (0/2)

In My Veins by Andrew Belle (0/2)

Bruise by With Confidence (0/2)

Our Time To Go by State Champs (0/2)

Fallin’ All In You by Shawn Mendes (0/2)

If Walls Could Talk by 5 Seconds of Summer (0/2)

King of the Clouds by Panic! at the Disco (0/2)

Drugs & Candy by All Time Low (0/2)

Parachute by Neck Deep (0/2)

Not Warriors by Waterparks (0/2)

Sweet Disaster by DREAMERS (0/2)

Friday Forever by Trophy Eyes (0/2)

Stay by Post Malone (0/2)

La Vie En Rose by Louis Armstrong (0/2)

Sanctuary by James TW (0/2)

Better Together by Jack Johnson (0/2)

Liability by Lorde (0/2)

AUs

Hogwarts (0/2)

Greek Mythology/Demigod (0/2)

Soulmate (0/2)

Parent (0/2)

Demon/Hell/Heaven/etc. (0/2)

Coffe Shop (0/2)

Fake Dating (0/2)

Royal (0/2)

Time/Era Piece (0/2)

College (0/2)

#if this flops it never happened #afterglowparkers600wc #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland imagines #tom holland one shot #tom holland one shots #tom holland #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker imagines #peter parker one shots #peter parker #writing challenge

[bloodthirstymoonstone]

Walter the Opalite

Have you ever wondered what Walter would be like if he actually had the opportunity to reach his full potential instead of constantly being shit on by his brother and life as a whole? That’s basically the basis of my Imperial Walter AU, so keep reading if you’d like to find out more!

Also, special thanks to @for-grado, who helped me hash out a lot of these ideas over Discord.

The beginning of Walter’s life during his Imperial timeline is pretty similar, if not exactly the same. The twins actually got along swimmingly during their early childhood, with Valter stepping up and becoming the bold and outgoing one, while still being quite sensitive to Walter's needs and almost serving as a mediator between him and other people when he got anxious. It wasn’t until the twins were in their early adolescents that Valter suddenly had a change of heart and began acting like a total dick to Walter for... reasons I won’t get into right now. 

But before the twins drift apart, there’s a terrifying incident where Walter suffered a traumatic wolf attack that threatened to kill him if Valter hadn't stepped in -- something that he's eternally grateful for. In the “canon” timeline, they both lived, with only minor injuries (if any) due to Valter being able to take it by surprise from behind and clock it on the head with a large rock. In this AU, the poor boys aren’t so lucky. The attack misses its mark, and the wolf turns the brunt of its ire onto Valter instead. Walter’s arm was so badly mangled, he nearly lost it, and Valter died from the severity of his wounds and shock before anyone could really help him. 

The death of his beloved twin took a severe toll on Walter. He was haunted by guilt, feeling that the entire situation was his fault. But the love and support of his parents helped him push past it, and he dedicated himself to growing as much as he could in his brother's honor, since he knew that if Valter were still alive, he'd want to see him doing well. (That’s what we in the business call irony.)

But anyway, through a lot of hard work and study, he became every bit as successful as Valter would have in his stead. Well educated, well liked, skilled in several recreational activities like cooking and art, and although he's still quite introverted and a bit... Awkward(tm), he knew how to get past that and still have people like him for who he was, and grew to be quite formidable in terms of magical prowess.

But it wasn't enough for him. Driven by his brother's selfless sacrifice he decided to enlist in the Grado military when he was a teen so that he could help protect others just like his brother had done for him. His parents were quite Nervous(tm) about that, as would anyone who had lost one of their kids in a tragic accident. They didn’t want to see their last remaining son sign up for a dangerous profession, but he was super insistent, so they eventually gave him their full support.

Basic training was hard on him, but over time, his leadership and prowess on the battlefield would earn him the title of an Imperial General -- something that he was quite proud of. He didn't just consider it an achievement he got on his own. He would be very quick to thank all the multitudes of people that helped him get so far with their undying support and loyalty. Under Emperor Vigarde, he would eventually come to be known as the Opal.

For a few years, life seemed perfect. But then, his parents got sick. Same disease that got them in the canon verse (whatever it is). Unlike Valter, who ignored their progressing sickness for months (if not years) as he chased his lofty dreams ascending the ranks, Walter immediately resigned from his position upon first hearing about it. He placed a vast importance on his family, especially after his brother's death, so the thought of losing them was unbearable. Selena was brought on board in his stead during that time.

He fought as hard as he could to keep them alive, but ultimately, none of it paid off. He lost them both, and fell into a deep depression that lasted years. He hit the bottle pretty hard and was barely seen venturing out of his mansion, preferring to have servants run errands for him instead. While he never did anything as sick and degenerate as Valter during that time, having a lonely 40 year old bachelor living by himself in a large spoopy mansion would certainly get the locals talking among themselves and coming up with all kinds of weird rumors and speculation as to what he’s up to in there.

Eventually, the in-game events happen, and Lyon needs generals to fill out his ranks again. I plan on elaborating on their relationship a little bit more in the future, but Lyon would know that the man is skilled mage and loyal soldier, so he’d ask him to join the cause again. Walter would be quite hesitant to join the force again, but after some pleading, he’d acquiesce. He originally joined to protect the people of Grado, and even though his parents wouldn’t be coming back, he could still protect the young soldiers under his care.

And so General Walter would be welcomed back with open arms, though he’d make a small change to his title, preferring the name “Opalite” over “Opal.” Opalite is basically fool’s Opal -- a name given either to a synthetic creation made from glass, or naturally occurring opal so rife with inclusions and flaws that it’s practically worthless. It would perfectly describe how he feels like an empty husk of a man, simply going through the motions so that he can die in peace with no regrets.

Not to say he’s cold or distant or unpleasant to be around in the slightest. It’s just that for all of his warm words of encouragement and highly supportive chats with his subordinates, there’s no getting rid of that constant, nagging cloud of sadness that seems to weigh him down, no matter what he does. He struggles to pretend that everything is normal with him, but everyone can tell that there’s something. Off about him. He drinks a bit too much, he has moments where he wordlessly stares out into the void, has crying spells -- all of it. He’s barely holding it together, and he knows that. But he’s still trying his best.

If I had to pin down his character, I’d say he’s somewhere between Duessel and Selena in terms of his goodness and loyalty to the empire. He’ll give everything he can to stop the Renais twins from advancing, but like hell he’s laying down his life for bullshit reasons when everyone is telling him they don’t want any more bloodshed. He’d probably be taken a prisoner, then would join forces with the twins after they find Knoll and it hits him just how deeply wrong things are.

Jesus fuck this got long. I’ll have to do a Part 2 sometime about his relationships with other characters, especially with Lyon, as that’s a highly important one. But for now, to wrap this up, here’s a few assorted details about Imperial Walter.

Canon Walter is a Sage, whereas Imperial Walter is a Druid. This is because Canon Walt promoted from the Priest line and had little to no practical knowledge of offensive magic. Imperial Walter was pretty much the opposite.

Imperial Walter still has a stutter, though he’s trained himself to make it a lot less noticeable for most people in casual conversation. If I had to compare his speaking style, it would be a lot like Rowan Atkinson.

When he’s having a bit of a breakdown, though, it can get quite bad.

Walter may still be a sweetheart unlike what his brother ultimately became, but he’s no pushover. He’s a goddamn general with nearly 20 years of military experience, and he carries himself like one. Don’t fuck with him.

Dadly advice dispenser. 

Walter is listed as a Demiboy on my About page, and that’s still true for Imperial Walter. He’s a lot more confident in his gender identity, though, and can sometimes be seen making his rounds in “women’s clothing”.

Some people got freaked out by that and claims that he goes mad and puts on his dead mother’s clothing to grieve from time to time, but... No. He bought them himself, thanks.

Walter doesn’t walk with a limp or have a fucked up leg due to Valter’s bullshit, but he does have a banged up arm due to the wolf attack gone bad. He keeps it wrapped up in bandages almost constantly to spare people the horror of having to see it constantly, but doesn’t regard it with fear or shame. It’s a testament to his brother’s sacrifice and the fact that he lived.

#imperial walter au #walter post #meta post #mega meta #walter meta

[a-dreamingflower]

On a scale of one to ten how do you rate hot dogs?

Umm,, 7.5

Mainly because i almost choked on one when i was 8, but thats besides the point

#fernlom #this ask was so random it kinda threw me out #asks #ask #my post #original-spoopy-cloud

[monkey-network]

Good Stuff: Baman Piderman

WARNING: When making Kool-Aid, buy two packets for better flavor. Thank you, take care out there, and enjoy.

Holy Slamacow, this show is the tops and bottoms

Before Tumblr became my glory hole for art and visual entertainment, I had more complex sites like Newgrounds, Stickgames, and Youtube before it became a sellout. And in Youtube, there was a channel called Mondo Media that felt like a reject Adult Swim sub-channel. And in that, Mondo had stuff like Dick Figures, Gundarr, and Larva that would produce new episodes by the week and I’d check in every time. Not Happy Tree Friends though, that scared me. But I saw a particular series that I then I unfortunately sweeped under the rug like a pak of gummi blobs. Let me tell you, I was a FOOOOLISH child for thinking this was nothing but nonsense scribble dribble! This was/is the best thing to enter my life, and it deserves all the praise and love and cake and ice cream that one might be able to get. Why I skipped out on such a delight back all those years ago is a certain mystery. Then again...

Made by Lindsey and Alex Small-Butera, a couple of artists whose fluid yet jittery outlined animation can be recognizable if you’ve seen an Adventure Time or Ed, Edd, n Eddy. Not saying they were involved in the latter, but this show takes the style from the Eds and pictures from the early days of animation reels. And if you haven’t seen Ed, Edd, n’ Eddy as a child, then I feel sorry for you. This was what got me hooked at first, with simple motions the characters look like something from old Fleischer or Disney shorts, but when it needs to pick up the motion can be as smooth and well flowing as a... Ghibli film? No, that’s more grounded. Steven Universe? No, that’s too floaty. I GOT IT! Have you ever heard of The Snowman, a small film about a boy that flies with a snowman he built himself that is just genuine Christmas? Now have you ever heard of this one commercial that parodies that movie where this child and a snowman were flying through the winter air while the child had a Scottish soft drink in hand and the snowman ditched him since he was too spoiled to share? See below, but Baman Piderman is like that with its direction, except it doesn’t have as detailed an art style as the commercial or the film.

it also doesn’t have a punk who REFUSES to spare a sip!

The second, and personal favorite, element of the series are the characters. Admittedly, BP’s first season didn’t do much for me beyond introducing most of the main cast. It’s silly hijinks for a start, but season two certainly picks things up. My favorite character will go to the ghost girl Wanda, not just for her giddy prankster attitude but because her past is very intriguing; originally a haunter in Piderman’s house it changed somehow but more on that LATER! Though, I’ll say the evolving couple of Pumkin and the very big squib are a well featured dynamic, with Pumkin’s laid back charm in contrast with Squib’s enigmatic attitude. Their episode here perfectly captures their gentle and fun togetherness, as well as the central mood for the show, and I hope their kindling relationship blooms like a cloud in the sky.

It’s also the simplicity of it that gets me

This can be a silent film sometimes and there’s a comforting sense of passion that shows how much the creators care about this and you, esp. when some feels step in. So many feels. I highly recommend this to anyone who would just like a nice time passer or a spirit booster when times get tough. As we speak, a new episode of their third season is almost finished (that’s gonna be spoopy), so that can be something out for as well. But that’s all; just wanted to persuade you into checking this. You may continue with your scrolling.

And I’m off to dream...peace

#baman piderman #small butera #animation #reviews #art #cartoon review #Good Stuff #Mondo media #Nostalgia #highly recommended #Roy Macintosh #<3

[tracelii]

Eyesagao: A mcfreakin Essay

Hi welcome to who’s angst is it anywhere, where the AUs are made up and the plotholes don’t matter

Edit: Listen eyesagao aint just me, so I may be forgetting some things or we might have had some ideas that didnt add up or isnt showing up here my ba  d........;;;;;

Because I info dump about completely irrelevant things, I decided to try and talk a bit about all the Eyesagao AUs that exist for all of our angsty needs, but before we get into that (if I can ever get into that without going off topic) here is some very minimal info.

Eyesagao is an Asagao AU. Asagao is a dating sim where you can date your choice of several bois from the Normal Boots ‘club’, aka Normal Boots dudes from youtube. Eyesagao followed with the idea that Jack (septiceye), along with his ‘Anti (septiceye)’ demonic persona asshat dude also goes to Asagao, and Manipulates Jack’s girlfriend (Ellie) and her frendo (Traci) into pretty much fucking going crazy in love and doing all sorts of shit, and basically it’s up to their other frendos Elsa, and Ian (brutalm//oose from the youtubes) to try and keep shit together as they try not only to undercover Anti, but try to get their friends back to normal before someone seriously gets hurt.

And seriously, that’s the simplest way I can put it. The void (from Brutal//moose’s Tele//void!) seems to be where Anti is from, and is also where Ian is held each night for unknown reasons (to ‘appease the void’, who seem to have separate motivations and goals from Anti). Ian is forced to bring Elsa along to the void to keep her safe from Anti, who constantly tries to intimidate her to leave Ellie and Traci to be pawns along with Jack to his game, whatever the fuck his game is.

See, Anti has done this before, at Jack’s previous school. Somehow, Anti gets his grimy little claws into anyone Jack cares about and just drives them c r a z y, and the last time this happened, Jack did not figure out he was possessed, cut loose from his old life, and moved to Asagao, hoping for a new start.

Of course, Anti seems to grow more powerful with attention (like we all tend to do, but he does so literally grow more powerful), so after duping Traci into believing that she loves Jack (and that Jack loves her instead of Ellie), he reveals himself, and by this time, Traci is so blind to what’s happening, she just… accepts that she’s loved Anti all along. This lets him get away with more shit, in and out of the void, including creating these… void gals based on our three heroines/victims. They are pale, initially lifeless copies of Ellie, Elsa, and Traci originally created to bully Elsa out of staying in relative safety of the void, but due to Elsa unintentionally giving the Ellie and Traci copies attention (romantic attention, much like Traci had done with Anti), as well as names (Kelly and Grace), they became their own beings, and though they (And Chelsa, Elsa’s copy who somehow developed differently from the other two) sort of became lackeys to Anti, they don’t try and hurt Elsa anymore. Does this mean anything??? No clue. Now they’re instead trying to convince her to stay in the void with them, still taking her out of the picture, but its less harmful and brute force.

Also, oddly, while being polar opposites, the void girls ARE based on the regular gals, so their behavior reflects what they really want. Chelsa is uptight and strict while Elsa is relaxed and cheerful, but they both want to be the right one- the one that saves the day- the one that can be depended on.

Ellie and Kelly could not be more opposites. Ellie is nice and Kelly is a bitch L M AO. What I mean is that where Ellie is a bit reserved (and a rad asexual), Kelly is like 94% raw sexual energy who uses said energy to get whatever the hell she wants, but they both want so desperately to be needed.

Traci is soft where Grace is rough and unforgiving, Traci also shy where Grace says almost anything without filter. They want someone to want them- to find use in them where they can’t find use in themselves.

That, my friends, is the ‘original’ AU, as untouched by other Eyesagao Aus as I think I can separate it. However, some of the AUs begin after this chapter has ended- After their years at Asagao has taken place. Let me try to make some sense of it?? Of course, there are plotholes to hell, questions and more questions piling on, but hey, we just want the angst, right? Alright, let’s talk some angst then.

DWC AU: Probably the ‘darkest’ au, in which Traci and Jack go missing right before their graduation. (For comparison, Hana, the main character of Asagao, Elsa, Ellie, and Ian are 3rd years, and Traci and Jack seniors). One by one, Elsa, Ian, and Ellie disappear going on into the summer, leaving a whopping 5 missing students between the years. I would say this AU probably involves some of the Asagao cast ‘the most’ because its thanks to them that the missing kids are ‘found’. Basically, DWC stands for Dark Wood Circus, a vocaloid song about a spoopy circus of freaks. Years later, friends of the eyesagao peeps are still searching for their old high school friends when Hana spies a poster of a ringmaster that looks like Jack. Though the group looking for their old friends is moderate in size (Such has Hana, Luke, Mimi, Mai, Satch, a few others), Hana and Mimi sneak away to follow on this lead, only to come to the shocking discovery of said missing friends, now twisted into mindless creatures of the void/circus, run by none other than ‘Jack’. Even this AU kind of sections off into whether they can get their friends out of the circus and the eyegroup (Ian, Elsa, Ellie, and Traci) having to try and remember their old selves. Have we come up with a happy ending to this yet? Nope.

Adult AU: Somehow, though the mysterious powers that be, they survive high school. (I think we initially decided that Jack, now having the knowledge of Anti controlling him, leaves Asagao) But this leaves both Ellie and Traci incredibly broken as adults. Ellie is afraid to commit to anyone else, in fear into falling into ‘old habits’, and remains single and lonely, even going so far as to alienate herself from her friends. Traci ends up with Hana, but is almost a shell of herself. She’s very withdrawn and struggles to come back to feeling comfortable in her own body. This all goes up in smoke when, at a casual friend-reunion/catch-up dinner, Jack accidently ends up being invited along with Traci, who is hellishly convinced that Anti is still with him when Jack is unable to faithfully tell her that Anti is gone. This AU also involves Mimi and Hana, who, a few nights after the dinner, start exhibiting classic symptoms of exposure to anti or the void. (nausea, nose bleeds, dizziness, etc.)

(TGR: another Adult au where they actually do get their shit together, and save Jack. Elsa, who is poly and bi, dates Traci, who is poly and pan, but Elsa also sort of date-mates with Ellie after jokingly asking her out on a date which comes to fruition, with the intention of getting her more comfortable with dating others (as Ellie hadn’t dated anyone since she had Jack had broken up way back when). At first, Ellie and Traci date Elsa separately, desperate not to get in each other’s way, so afraid to be friends after what happened, but eventually Elsa brings the three of them together, and they all date. This Is the gayest AU, I like to think tbh, but certainly the happiest so far. Named TGR aka The Great Rebound l m ao)

AMA Au: AMA (Asagao Monster Academy) is another AU that I sort of collaborated with others (much more widespread tho, it was just the three of us working on the train wreck that is Eyesagao) where everyone (but Hana) is a monster that goes to Asagao Academy to learn how to be around, or live with humans. Honestly at this point we just put the two aus together just to put the two AUs together, but Jack is another human who’s is mistakenly sent to this school, but is possessed by a demon by the name of Anti, making him a half demon. The story plays out the as the original, but with Anti playing ‘his game’ to get magic from Traci, who is a unicorn in this AU and usually can ward off evil or non-virgins. He uses his influence over her to cloud her judgement and eventually wants to just cut off her horn, yikes. For added measure, Ellie is a golden Hind, a creature who will actually die at the touch of a human, so in falling for Jack, they’ve doomed themselves to either a love where they can’t touch, or a love where they have to put up with Anti literally forever to keep Jack as a demon.

Cameo AU: Basically a short ditty where mr edgiplier/darkiplier is passing through the void, and runs into the void gals, Chelsa, Kelly, and Grace. And because dark and anti are little jealous shits who only want what the other has, Dark extends the invitation to the girls to leave Anti and come work for him. Chelsa is like ‘hell no’, Grace is like ‘you had me going there, but nah son, I know a bad boss when I see one. And I already got one of those’ and Kelly is like ‘um maybe’ and causes this ugly spat where Kelly is about to up and leave (and almost lets Dark kill Grace) when Anti shows the fuck up and makes Kelly know where the hell she stands with him. (clue: she probably got in A LO T of fucking trouble).

This actually leads into the most recent AU-

D AU: Dau, aka ‘That D AU’/ ‘Timeline AU’ What started as a simple ‘what if Dark and Mark came to Asagao Instead of Jack and Anti’ and it honestly fucking mutated (as Eyesagao tends to do). It went from just ‘Similar events but Dark and Mark instead’ to ‘eerily familiar events taking place with almost all the same players. How are the void girls here if Anti never created them? What’s with the déjà vu? Ellie isn’t dating Mark, so now do things proceed?’ So basically what happens is that… once again, Dark and Anti are little shits who have no regards for anyone’s lives but their own, so Dark does… I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE DID OK he collaborated with Kelly and pulled some fucking shit and suddenly we’ve back at the beginning of Eyesagao. Things are out of place. Ian isn’t a prisoner of the void, but Ellie is. Mark is ‘dating’ Elsa. Elsa is doing all these crazy things ‘hurting all these other people’. Ian is completely unreliable and even m o r e of a jerk than his lovable jerk-tendencies. He’s completely unwilling to even try to begin to help. What’s happening what’s happening?

Dark is playing a game. He knows of the original timeline. Of Jack, of Anti, of the girls, void or no. This is a new timeline. Here he makes Ellie the void’s plaything, and instead goes after Elsa, trapping her in this game of his. He just wants to see if he can break her by the end of the school year. He pretends to be her boyfriend while manipulating her life to make other Asagao students h a t e h er in an effort to break the strongest thing about her- her love of her friends and her heart. Dark is much more versatile- he can hop though dreams, pull nightmares and secrets from the very corners of your mind. He uses this to manipulate the whole school to play along. He uses Chelsa, and Grace, who believe they were created by him, to try and bully Traci into not helping Ellie out in the void. Ian is having flashbacks (forwards? Flash-sideways? WHAT IS THIS, LOST?) to the other timeline, which is actually driving him a little crazy because he can’t make sense of it, and doesn’t want to believe any of it. Kelly and Dark are the only one who knows the truth, and Kelly aint telling, although she’s grown very tired of Dark’s games already, and figures if she can kill Elsa (though using Ellie’s body when she’s weak) without Dark finding out, Dark will get bored, or whatever, and finally be done with this damn school and these damn children and they can leave once and for all. (I also jokingly refer to this au as ‘Traci gets scared’ au because Traci goes through a lot of trauma as dark tries to scare her off without hurting her, as per his deal with Elsa, before he just fucking hurts her anyway)

Other bits not as developed:

Body Snatcher AU: Anti creates the void girls, or rather, give them a form specifically like our regular girls with the intention of giving them the actual physical bodies of the three girls so they can exist out in the real world. What followed is the three of them acting weird, Grace being completely unable to play Traci’s part until they can leave, chelsa n o t w an t I n g to act like Elsa, and Kelly honestly just rubbing it in everyone’s face (especially Ian, who would be the one person who knows about it but can’t do anything about it). It’s only a tiny joke-y but still p angsty when it gets down to it.

Yandere!Elsa: P much after the ‘everyone survives end’ of school, but instead of developing into the Adult Au, Elsa just… doesn’t adjust, she just doesn’t she can’t handle not having to take care of/looking after her friends. I think we said the void drove her mad or something?? She can’t adjust. She first finds Ian after such a long time, and tries to convince him to take her back to the void to see if she can find Kelly and Grace again, but he refuses, seeing that she’s just trying to get empty satisfaction out of something dangerous. She then goes after Traci and Ellie bc she loves them ofc

Reverse AU: Uhm this one came out of nowhere and I think about it A LOT but basically it’s just a situation where Jack and Anti knowingly share a body. Unhappily, but they do it. They’re fucking stuck. At this point they’re like brothers, and Anti has no interest in human life, so usually he leaves Jack be unless he wants to stretch out. Then, as Jack moves and starts going to Asagao, he falls for Ellie…. And Anti falls for a human as well. Her name is Traci, and she’s human, but in this AU she’s a snake. Once Anti reveals himself to be a demon, just out of his love of her, she starts to manipulate him into doing shit she wants, just trying to see what she can get out it. She pretty much goes mad with power over him tbh, and Jack is struggling because he knows and Anti knows shit she’s having him do is w r o ng, but what’s better to the glitchy demon, satisfaction or morality?

The Dragon AU: Um Traci just fuckign accepts that Anti is a bad dude and doesn’t love her but does depend on her to get what he needs done so she just straight up becomes his right hand dude idk what the fucks going through her head Traci stop being b a d. “'Traci you know he’s using you' 'yea, I learned that a few years ago, but for whatever reason, he didn’t kill me or toss me to the curb and I guess some twisted part of me really appreciates that'” is literally the only dialog I have for that whole au

GenderSwap Au: Just literally everyone being the opposite gender can you imagine how fucking intense that would be, two guys in a full out brawl after one broke down crying in the cafeteria. Also, how fucking creepier does Ellie and Tracy’s actions get as males?? Just holy shit it just gets weirder the more you think about it.

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