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favoriteanimal · 2 years

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coming up with metafictional descriptions of the character archetypes in chernobog to describe them in terms of themes, like -

“oh you’re too jaded to believe in the possibility of a stable future so you’re self-sabotaging about it”

“oh you’re living out a fantasy of having security for your basic physical and emotional needs”

“oh you’re coping with the aftermath of An Event that left you irrevocably changed and trying to rebuild your sense of self in a society that now fears and reviles you”

“oh you’re cursed with awareness of the narrative” and then some of them right now are just “man, you are one fucked-up little guy. look at you go!”

#chernobog rpg #for those playing along at home that's #the witchhunter #the witch (needs a rename)#the beast (it's a werewolf class)#the orator #aaaaaand the piper #poor piper one day he'll get a theme #until then he'll get to be a weird little renfield creepazoid for no real reason other than I think it's cool

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ballpitbee · 6 months

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Ello ello ello

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lilywastaken · 1 year

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now hear me out: witch hunter!ghost x witch!reader...

he's visiting a town with the rest of his team to investigate a claim that there might be witches running rampant around the small countryside village, only to fall victim to a resident's charm while they conduct interviews.

she's a sweet woman who insists on curing the scratches that he's gathered across their travels, using tonics and herbs from her cute little garden and letting him pet her pet cat, who seems to have taken liking to the dark and imposing man, rubbing it's little black body against his boots and purring when he leans down to scratch under its chin.

it doesn't even clock in his mind how every single detail about you and your life correlates exactly with the obvious signs of a witch, but he's too spellbound with you to even realise.

he informs the others that none of the people he's talked to seem to have made the infamous deal with the devil, but due to the panicked way the leader of the community had written to them, they decide to stay to investigate further, staying in the small inn near the outskirts of town and luckily for simon, near your cottage.

despite the clear liking he's taken to you, he's still as emotionless and snarky as he would be with anyone else, and his chest tightens every time you laugh or giggle out loud at one of his dark jokes, most unladylike for any other woman, but you don't seem to care to hide your snorts or amusement around him, something he completely adores.

he insists on helping you with your garden, claiming you have no need to get your hands dirty when he's used to doing dirty work (both taking lives and tending to his own garden back home), sitting at your kitchen and watching you make the tonics and medicine you help treating anyone who has fallen ill in the village, standing close by whenever someone comes in with an injury, absolutely in awe at how they're cured almost immediately, thanking you gratefully before leaving. although, he does not miss the dirty glares some of your neighbours send you when they think you're not watching, making him grow confused, not understanding why they would harbour such feelings towards someone as kind and helpful as you.

it's not until he's taking a break at the pub, listening to gaz drawl on about some thing or another, when he catches wind of two women's conversation, frowning beneath the leather mask he wears in distaste has he takes in their poisioned words.

"-making moves on my poor husband. i swear, she's put some type of spell on him, that vile witch."

"oh, i know! my brother told her off last monday and guess what!? the next day, he fell off the roof and broke his leg! bloody bitch probably cursed him!"

"gosh, i cannot wait until those hunters finally get her! i have no idea how she's managed to evade their suspicions, she's done nothing to hide herself!"

"well, by the way that masked man has been loitering around her home, we'll be lucky to have a burning at the end of the week!"

they both laugh, the high pitch shrieks that they let out enough to make the glass in simon's hand shatter, shoving his seat back and leaving a dumfounded gaz in the pub alone as he walked away.

the splintering wooden door slams open as he shoves himself into your cottage, dark eyes landing on your crouched figure and then the second one, body freezing as he makes eye contact with his captain.

"simon." the man grunts, alerting you of your favourite visitor's presence as you pull back from the wound on his leg you were treating, a sweet smile on your lips.

"simon!" you repeat, cleaning your hands with the bucket of water next to you, wiping away the dried blood in the rags as price sends a warning look to his subordinate, the blond furrowing his brows in confusion, before the conversation he'd overheard before came to mind.

no.

no, price didn't know.

and, god, no, you weren't one of them.

you... no. no.

"let's get going. thank you for the help, miss." his whole body went into autopilot as price pushes him out of the cottage, the short wave and caring smile you sent his way the last thing he saw before the door was slammed shut.

neither of the men spoke on their trek back to the inn, and simon did not sleep a wink that night, terrified of what would happen in the coming days.

surprisingly, there was nothing. no finding of stakes, no gathering of firewood, no detainment of you.

so maybe, price hadn't picked up on you. even though simon was still convinced you were not one of those.

until after a few days of pouring rain, simon wakes up to a cold room and the absence of johnny, who he knows for a fact that never woke up before him unless forced to, something he'd learned after years of sharing the same room with the scot.

and as he walks out into the muddy roads, that oh-so familiar smell hits his nose.

the burning of wood, of grass, of cloth, of human.

his heart dropped into his stomach, following the trail of ashes that had blown across the roads until he arrives at the town square, the burning piece of wood in Gaz's hand along with the flames consuming the hay and grass that lay across the ground of the plaza, the fire slowly consuming your beautiful white dress he'd seen you sew barely days ago.

simon barely takes notice of price coming towards him, attempting to hold him back from rushing into the crowd simply staring up at you, your eyes falling down upon his struggling body, your face going from the calm expression it had been in to shock, pulling at your tied up wrists instinctively in a frail attempt to rush towards him.

"simon...!" you breathe out, soot entering your lungs as you inhale, tears filling your eyes from the burn as you watch him wrestle out of his captain's grip, his boots stomping against the rocky ground as he shoved past the gawkers, leather slamming against the kindle, ignoring his team's shouts and the fire burning his clothes and skin, reaching the stake you were tied to, his face out in the open due to the way he'd rushed out of his room, dark eyes reflecting the flames that were taking you both.

his shaky hands come behind you to untie the ropes around your arms, caging you with his body and allowing you to rest your head against his shoulder, tears streaming down your cheeks as you look down at the burns forming across his legs.

"stop." you pleade, trying to push him away with your chest. "stop, simon, stop...!"

"shut up!" he snaps, throwing the ropes into the fire as they came undone, letting you collapse into his arms as you were let free, your hands gripping his dress shirt. "you're going to be okay, we need to-"

his voice broke as he looks down at your sunken eyes, your lips dry and cracked as if you'd just ran a marathon, but looking down at your intact legs and burning dress, he realises where all your energy had gone.

"simon.."

no.

"please, stop-"

no. you....

"you're going to die, simon, please!"

you couldn't be...

"i won't be able to save you, simon, listen to me!"

you were wailing at this point, trying to push his body down the small burning hill, but his body doesn't budge.

"simon!" his captain's grating voice pulls him out of his stupor, his hands growing tighter around your waist as he locks gazes with the furious looking man, your wails becoming static in his ears as he doesn't think twice as his now blistering hands pulled your legs up, letting you grasp onto his neck instinctively as he holds you bridal style, ignoring the searing pain rushing through his body.

"simon, don't, don't you dare!" you scream, the first time he's heard you raise your voice at him. "please, i'm not worth saving, you know what i am! i don't deserve to live!"

liar. you... you were worth everything.

you were worth the burns on his body, the destruction of his ideals and the pain the mere sight of you in tears gave him.

he doesn't care what you are.

you're... a witch. what he swore to destroy and what he has been hunting for over a decade.

but you're not... you're... not evil.

maybe none of them were, maybe if he'd taken the time to get to know the women they'd burnt before he'd have realised sooner, that you were just people.

and he wasn't going to let you get hurt. maybe it was a bit selfish or ironic, but he didn't care. he'd take you away from this town, from his colleagues, from the pain, let you live in peace somewhere were no one would bother you.

and if you let him, he'd come with you too.

he ignores price's shouts about the so called spell you'd put on him and as he looks down at your shivering body in his arms, the way you're curling into him, the way you were wailing for him to save himself moments ago, he couldn't...

even if you had put some type of spell on him, he didn't care. never had he felt like this. and yes, he'd deal with the consequences of this later, but for now, as he runs through the forest with your trembling body in his arms, he couldn't care less.

he isn't going to let anyone hurt you any more than they have.

(brainrot for this idea is open please 🗣️)

#ghost #ghost x fem!reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x fem reader #simon ghost riley angst #ghost angst #simon riley #simon riley x reader #cod mwii #witchhunter!ghost #— lily's brainrot ! ☆

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victoriadallonfan · 19 days

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Thought I'd share a "Witchhunter"/Aware OC

#otherverse #wildbow #pale #pact #pale web serial #paleblr #pactblr #pact web serial #witchhunter #aware #Dora

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eggzwithfeetz · 3 months

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More doodles

#ttcc #toontown corporate clash #tt #rainmaker #misty monsoon #dynaminer #clint gunpowder wood #witchhunter #prester virgil #firestarter #flint bonpyre #doodles #requests #art #digital art #toontown #doodle

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stephen-bass · 10 months

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medieval coworkers who want each other dead

#toontown #toontown corporate clash #corporate clash #ttcc #holly grayelle #gatekeeper #prester virgil #witchhunter #myart #in retrospect i think i should have just looked at pentament art rather than driving myself insane with 13th century art google searching

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mariocki · 5 months

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Lalla Ward makes a brief appearance as Lady Augusta, intended bride to an ill-fated aristocrat, in A Ghost Story for Christmas: The Ash Tree (BBC, 1975)

#fave spotting #lalla ward #doctor who #a ghost story for christmas #the ash tree #1975 #romana #romana ii #spoilers for the ash tree ig????#i mean it's pretty obvious from the outset that Ed Petherbridge's aristo is not in for a good time #i mean he's a Jamesian protagonist for one thing....#lalla had been acting since the beginning of the decade‚ with a fair number of one off appearances on tv and the odd film to her name #(most notably Hammer's Vampire Circus). she was still a few years off DW and genre immortality at this point #it isn't the most rewarding role; James (who i don't think many would argue that he wasn't a bit of a chauvinist) rarely featured #significant women characters in his work (a large number of them being academical in setting didn't help). actually the ash tree #is something of an outlier in that regard‚ as it does feature a significant female character in Mrs. Mothersole‚ but we can hardly consider #her a positive feminine presence... actually one of Lawrence Gordon Clark's regrets about this particular entry in the Ghost Story for #Christmas canon is the failure of him and writer David Rudkin to make a true villain of Mothersile; Clark felt that their shared sympathies #for the historical victims of witchhunting prevented them from capturing the 'evil' of the character (tho it's debatable how much James #himself intended her to be truly evil; this is just Clark's opinion after all‚ and fwiw i think Rudkin's greater complexity of the #character is more interesting‚ more believable and more appropriate)#i rambled. anyway yes‚ not a meaty role perhaps‚ but Lalla sinks her teeth in all the same and in just a few brief scenes successfully #creates a vivid and fully realised character‚ a charming and flirtatious fiancée with something of a rebellious streak #no ash tree post bc i made one the last time i watched it a couple of years ago

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numbuh-1507 · 1 year

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Here in the internet, we have one unspoken rule:

If your show is popular on tumblr, you have done something wrong. (Does that mean that Sam and Max or Lackadaisy also did something wrong?)

Well, I found another article bashing this style: https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-CalArts-style-and-is-it-a-bad-style-of-animation

Let the discussion and tumblr toxicity begin.

EDIT: Sometimes I wonder why I bothered with this meme. I really have problems.

#amphibia #gravity falls #adventure time #steven universe #ok ko let's be heroes #star vs the forces of evil #the owl house #infinity train #she ra netflix #calarts style #I'm gonna be witchhunted for this

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hussyknee · 6 months

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Naomi Wimborne-Idrissi, co-founder of Jewish Voice for Labour, has been speaking out against Israel since she was 19 years old. Here she speaks eloquently about the deplatforming, persecution and erasure of anti-Zionist Jews by the media, the Western gentile political establishment and their own community. It's an extremely worthwhile 9 minutes of your time.

Naomi was expelled from the Labour Party last year for supporting Palestine, supporting groups that supported socialists deplatformed for their support of Palestine, and supporting Jeremy Corbyn who supported Palestine. Always remember that the reason the entire UK political establishment embarked on a long campaign of character assassination against the most popular Labour leader in years, that ended in a landslide conservative victory with Boris Johnson as installed as PM, was all because of Israel.

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theosconfessions · 8 months

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Meet The Stephens- Blake Donovan-18-senior in river/scar/and robins school-

-ready for some teen angst soon?-

@ohsosims

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razlapin · 27 days

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i understand prester more now. makes him a dragon makes him a dragon makes him-

#toontown corporate clash #my art #ttcc cogs #toontown cogs #ttcc witchhunter #witch hunter #ttcc prester virgil #prester virgil #i have feelings about him now !!!! i get it!!!! i get it!!!!#cogblr

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ballpitbee · 2 months

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Old men who dont understand each other

#cosmo kuiper #plutocrat #prester virgil #witchhunter #toontown corporate clash #ttcc

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lilywastaken · 1 year

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LILY.

THE WITCH AND WITCH HUNTER???

oh my godddd.

can we get a little more of simon and his witch at her cottage? i’d sob

i'm so glad you guys liked it!!! it was just word vomit i spat out while i was waiting for food but I just loved the idea too much 😭!

and of course, here!!

first part of this idea!

"'m fine. i told you." simon grunted as he collapsed onto your rickety bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. "jus' a scratch."

you huffed, dipping a piece of cloth into the bucket of clean water you'd just gotten before turning to the large gash up his leg, blood trickling down and staining his fair skin pink.

that's something you'd noticed after the time you'd spent treating all of his wounds, he was very pale below all the consistent layers of clothes he insisted upon wearing, you couldn't even imagine what his face must look like after the lack of sunlight he was forcing his body to go through.

but it was cute, you supposed. sometimes when you treated a wound up near his neck, he'd be forced to pull his hood up, exposing his jugular vein and the itchy starts of a beard, and letting you see the way his skin warmed up in heat and colour when your fingertips grazed his skin, acting like you hadn't seen the way he swallowed out of what you assumed were nerves, and fighting back the urge to just lean up to kiss the exposed parts of his impressive jawline.

"you're clearly not fine, si." you talked back, waving your hands back and forth to usher him to lie down, letting you access his wound easier (although you were quite aware that he didn't mind seeing you kneeling in front of him), sitting down on the soft covers and pressing the wet towel to the cut. "you should've told me you were going out... i told you the forest was dangerous, you should've taken me with you."

your free hand came up to land on the unharmed part of his leg, running a thumb over the skin there in an attempt to calm down the pain you knew was undoubtedly rushing through his body.

he grunted, turning his head away from you to stare at your wall instead, arms crossed over his chest like an infuriated child that had just been caught doing something wrong.

while he looked away, you removed the now blood stained towel, looking to simon to make sure he wasn't looking before running a finger around the wound, uttering a few quiet words in latin before the swelling started to go down, the blood surrounding the wound drying up and speeding up the healing.

"feel better?" you smiled as he turned to look at you, having noticed the sudden lack of pain. "just a little something, don't worry, none of those fancy creams." you remembered how weirdly the four witch hunters had looked at you when the mayor had brought up the many remedies you had at your cottage, luckily none of them catching on to the true nature behind the miraculous recoveries that occured inside the flimsy walls of your home.

"...yeah." he huffed out, throwing his head back onto your pillow and closing his eyes, obstructing the only view you had of his face thanks to his mask. "thanks."

"that's all i get?" you teased, pulling his pant leg back down and moving away from the mattress, taking the towel with you to clean.

"what else d'you want? can't give you money." he grunted, bringing up how he'd tried insisting on paying you after you'd stitched up a wound, but you'd told him it was on the house, just like all the other following times.

"i don't know. a more enthusiastic thank you?" you hummed, walking back towards him after letting the towel to soak and sitting on the free spot of the bed right next to his head, fingers coming down to run over the scrunch between both of his eyebrows.

"...thank you." he repeated, opening his eyes and turning on his side to look at you, arm coming up to wrap around you waist, pulling you closer to him, letting him rest his head against your hip, breathing in shakily as he took in your floral scent.

"that's better." you soothed, bringing your hand down to remove his hood and play with his hair, smiling as he shuddered. "you're welcome, si."

he fell asleep shortly after, leaving you warm and worried about what would happen in the nearby future, aware that despite the clear affection you both had for each other, that wouldn't stop him if he found out about... well...

you looked back down at his snoozing figure, letting him snuggle closer into your lap.

you wished it would just be like this for the rest of time.

#— lily's brainrot ! ☆#witchhunter!ghost #ghost #ghost x reader #ghost x fem!reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x fem reader #simon ghost riley fluff #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x female reader #simon riley fluff #ghost fluff

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stealingyourbones · 2 months

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Okay hear me out

What if banana bread… but we put cheese in it?

I have mushed bananas in the freezer ready to be used for bandanna bread. Im listening.

#bones replies #bones culinary crimes #witchhunter you always encourage my horrendous food creations you’re the best #that fish mold got “lost in transit” so im just using a tiny cake mold instead.

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eggzwithfeetz · 7 months

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The Hires & Heroes update seems a little different

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new-revenant · 1 year

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For the Stuffed Rabbit AU

Joker canonically has canonically been revived by the Lazarus pits too,,,

Just imagine Joker getting cussed out by a stuffed Rabbit, or having a literal toy make fun of everything he's doing in the middle of kidnapping a Wayne. He's trying to be taken seriously, he can't just stop what he's doing to yell at a rabbit!?

Joker snaps back at the bunny at first, while whichever Wayne he’s kidnapping makes a confused face at him.

“Must be imaging things, I have gone quite mad!” The Joker exclaimed, and continues to argue with the stuffed bunny that is Danny.

Now Batman knows something is up with the bunny. He looks over Tim’s notes annd how the bunny apparently speaks and walks,and the crossover between Joker, Damian, Tim, Cass, and Jason, especially since those last two seem oddly protective over the bunny. Steph and Duke don’t seem to notice anything, or ar least say that they did. Then, Batman thinks back on when the bunny did something near him that he can’t seem to fully remember due to being sleep deprived, and something clicks.

The Pits. Those bright, oddly green eyes that the bunny has is the exact same color as the Pits. Now, Batman just needs to get a magic user to check on the bunny to really confirm his hypothesis, since Damian is refusing to let him see it. Bruce just hopes that the bunny won’t hurt anyone. Just because it hasn’t yet, doesn’t mean it can’t, or ever will.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dpxdc #revenant rambles #the-witchhunter #asked #stuffed bunny au #the story progresses

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