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hollow-indigo · 5 months
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WHEN THE GASTER IS COZY
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fun facts as usual
His sweater is a poison-type themed pokémon sweater that Alphys got for him on giftmas. He just likes it because he thinks the pattern is neat. He does not know what pokémon is.
He’s better at working alone than with people, but won’t complain if he needs to, he’ll just not be the best at communication.
He supports his children as much as he physically can.
He used to have a bad habit of smoking, with his children’s help and support, he instead blows bubbles when he’s stressed and needs a break.
He often checks on Chara and Frisk to make sure there’s no severe complications with each only having half a soul, and to make sure the flowers growing from Chara aren’t causing too much issue.
not glazed yet
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abombihoney · 9 months
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she's so fucking mean 2 me
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snowyfrostshadows · 2 years
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I think the biggest surprise reading Dracula is that Bram Stoker really said 'Actually, wolves are good. Not as good as dogs, but they got the spirit. If not for This Jerk running around, they wouldn't bother anyone'
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lutebard · 7 months
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"Thankfully, the moment I absorbed the fragment wasn't enough to kill me outright. It was only the beginning."
[psd used]
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astronomergrump · 4 months
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Syndall and Chandlo Funkbun
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They're siblings but Syndall is the older taller one with a masters degree, in what you may ask? I don't know
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bugging-around-town · 2 months
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Oh boy oh boy!!!
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I got very exited :) uhuu woe!! Frank frankly upon thee!!
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^^ reference
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always-amity · 3 months
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Polar Serpent
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cosmos-coma · 10 months
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'Did you know..?"
A/N: A request/suggestion by the ever-lovely @beardedladyqueen! While Regis isn't really my thing personally I'm always more than happy to experiment with characters and see what makes people happy! I also realized while writing this that I... I'm just Reigs. I'm an herbalist who just loves to tell people fun facts and maybe falls a little in love when people use scientific names.
Pairing: Regis x Reader
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Birds tweeted eloquently from above, their feather-light songs bouncing off each other and stitching themselves into a fantastic melody. The wind rustled through the delicate grass, tickling your arms as you cut another leaf off the little plant. The large umbrella of shade trees above provided a welcome respite from the wicked heat of the day as well as a comforting sense of protection as it watched over your dutiful work.
“Alright, thank you little plant, that's all…” you said with a quick smile as you stood back up and placed your fistful of leaves into an empty jar. Quietly your feet padded around the well-worn protrusions- headstones dappling the surrounding landscape- as you look for your next plant. Your fingers brushed against a particularly moss-covered wall as you made your way around a moss-covered mausoleum when you were nearly scared out of your own skin.
“Aah!” you exclaimed, jumping about a foot in the hair, your hands immediately clutching your chest as you spotted him, “oh- ah, wow… I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t know anybody else was here..” you explained as you looked over at the figure sitting before a long-gone campfire. He had dark gray hair pushed back and away from his face, matching sideburns that emphasized already prominent cheekbones, and tired eyes that you’re sure made him look far older than he really was. But you found it all rather endearing, he looked as if he spends all night carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, yet still seemed to hold the sunniest disposition.
“Oh, that’s quite alright.” the older man said, standing up from his fire to turn to you. “I wasn’t aware anyone frequented this area- oh, forgive my manners” he held his hand out to you, “I’m Regis… “ he said as he shook your hand.
You introduced yourself in turn with a gentle smile and a shake of his hand. “It's been a while since I've foraged here if I’m being honest, so I doubt I could lay much claim to it.” 
“Hmm, is that lily of the valley and… do I smell lemon balm?” The vampire inquired with curious excitement as your hands came close, now peeking over to look toward your herb-laden basket.
You chuckled with surprise and showed him your collection, “What an amazing nose you have..! Yes, I just gathered some before I came around the corner.”
Regis's lips pulled into a sheepish smile, knowing he was perhaps being a little too telling with his vampiric talents than he would have liked, “yes, well I-I think the scent must still be on your hands,” he said, straightening his posture a bit more, “I actually dabble a bit into herbalism as well… did you know that lemon balm can be used for anxiety, appetite, and even-” 
“-Insomnia,” you two said in unison, causing you both to pause before easy laughter filled the otherwise lonesome cemetery.
You grinned brightly as you shook your head, “Yes, actually that's what I’m gathering it for… I’ve been having absolutely dreadful sleep lately and was hoping Miss Melissa officinalis could help me out a bit with that”, you said with the slightest tinge of blush- no one ever wanted to talk plants with you before. Usually, people just listened for a bit to amuse you, but rarely did they ever want to bring it up again. Yet here this older man stood before you with an almost giddy smile that was barely hidden behind a veil of well-mannered resignation. 
Regis on the other hand thought his immortal heart might just burst out of his chest and onto the floor, then and there. A fellow herbal enthusiast and you can drop a scientific name into conversation like it's nothing? He couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled so broadly at something so seemingly small. 
“I- please, forgive me if this is too forward,” Regis started, nearly tripping over his seat as he stepped forward. He knew it was terribly unlike himself to be so clumsy, but for some reason, he just couldn’t seem to help it. “but would you mind if I accompanied you while you continue to forage?”
Your shy but determined smile captivated him like the first glimpse of morning light as you held your basket out to the love-struck vampire.
 “Only if you promise to carry the basket.”
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tinkertoysdamn · 17 days
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GotG Soundtracks - Stupid Chart
This is a best guess comparing which songs on which soundtracks go with which tape/Zune.
Note: The Holiday Special had only one song that I would consider being on Peter's physical media. The others are all either live performances, non-diegetic or have other sources.
I am a huge dork.
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mercy-mercie-mercymorn · 10 months
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hi! i posted this reddit comment a bit ago, as i thought it was a good reading of sojourn's character, and i'm currently on a long amtrak ride so i've been finishing up temi oh's excellent book featuring sojourn. i have thoughts.
let's talk about sojourn, aka vivian chase!
her cybernetic enhancements were initially the result of an autoimmune disease. even mina liao was surprised by how many procedures she'd undergone by the time she's in the CAF, though. (mina is in this book. we'll get there)
she has a twin sister, valentine, and a niece named bonnie!
she absolutely takes on a lot of perfectionist qualities when it comes to the battlefield.
her favorite architecture style is gothic revival (as a historic preservation girlie, i am qualified to call this based)
a bit of speculation, but it seems like she's very good at shah mat, a variation of chess. she played it frequently with her grandfather.
she's not best friends with mina, but the book makes it clear that they work well together within the canadian front of the omnic crisis.
her arms being protheses are the reason why she uses the railgun---no other soldier can handle its recoil.
she jumps four stories off a heron (a flying anti-omnic weapon of sorts) with relatively few ill effects. (i just think that's cool)
viv says fuck the ship of theseus and she's so fuckin real for that.
anyways!
i really enjoyed the book. it gave me a whole new perspective on sojourn. i know the game and the ephemera authored by other people are two different things, but i've integrated crazier things into my worldview. i think the book cements how much she cares about the people she works with and the work she does. looking forward to seeing this theme rear its head in the future!
someone remind me to scream about mina too later because this portrayal of mina was *chef's kiss* temi oh ily and i am deeply interested in reading sci-fi from the perspective of a neuroscience gal!
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teachimera · 1 year
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THE JAW OF VICTORY
This New Years, I played in The Jaw of Victory, a Locked Tomb LARP written and run by @psychick​. It was fantastic! The Premise: You are necromancers and cavaliers who have been sent by their Houses to serve in the Cohort. You all have just finished quashing the rebellion on a planet called Gliese 667 Cc out in the middle of nowhere and are having a little party for yourselves before returning to civilized space. Fighting on Gliese was hard, and a lot of the cities on the planet were destroyed, so its citizens will be relocated to a different planet. This happens all the time and it’s not your problem! (The Blood of Eden may disagree.) Tonight Admiral Trillium Gamma is hosting a party to celebrate the victory and award special commendations for service and valor in the name of His Eternal Kindliness, the Necrolord Prime. The dress code has been relaxed, and attendees are encouraged to express themselves and their Houses in their costuming. Games, gossip, duels and romance are in the air!  But not all was as it seemed, and plots and treachery were afoot, and so started a murder mystery with many more secrets to uncover...
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All Hail the Emperor Undying! More pics under the cut.
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Cavaliers, strike your best cheerleader pose! 
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Necromancers, strike your best catty bitch pose!
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Two is for discipline, heedless of trial Lieutenant Diana Tweyan, Cavalier
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Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile Dame Trin Hattrick, Cavalier Dux Alabaster Thaylaythah, Necromancer Admiral Trillium Gamma, Necromancer and Host of the Party
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Four for fidelity, facing ahead General Iver Quadrumvitus, Necromancer Officer Nestor Fort, Cavalier
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Five for tradition and debts to the dead Dame Senka Pyat, Cavalier Lady Zeta Iovius, Necromancer
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Six for the truth over solace in lies Archivist Aristarchus Saturninus, Necromancer Scholar Sia Van Shest, Cavalier
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Seven for beauty that blossoms and dies Dame Bathshira Themis, Cavalier Lady Ursa Septentrion, Necromancer, who is dead (very aptly, our Seventh House Necromancer started the game as the murder victim, and was a ghost throughout the game)
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Eight for salvation no matter the cost Vicar Vorbia Scorpaenid, Necromancer
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Nine for the Tomb, and for all that was lost Matthias Nonius, Cavalier (yes, THAT Matthias Nonius) Postulant Krysamorte Enneasmus, Necromancer
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Those who have lost their partners...and the one haunting one of them.
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citrusses · 9 months
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thank you for the tag @wolfpants (read their absolutely swoonworthy snip here). Here's some more university rowing muggle au. Not much context needed here: they're at Draco's parents' house after a post-race pub outing. They're certainly not friends, but not-so-much-enemies (Harry calls Malfoy sexist, which may or may not be a fair statement, Harry does not know him very well at this point).
Harry found eggs and bread in the pantry, and busied himself at the range. He’d always been a decent hand at cooking, and, partly to bait Malfoy’s little sexist streak, said as much to him. 
“You know I grew up with my aunt and uncle?” Harry added, conversationally. 
“I think you’ve mentioned it.” Malfoy had taken a seat at the kitchen island, and his legs were draped over the side of a tall stool.  
“Well,” Harry said, tipping the pan, which was sizzling with butter. “They’re actually kind of awful. My aunt taught me to cook, and when I was younger, I thought for a minute that if I got really good at it, if I made meals they really loved, they’d start liking me a little more.”
Malfoy’s mouth dropped open. Harry felt a bit happy for shocking him, and a bit embarrassed for revealing that particular truth. 
“That’s… Potter, that’s horrible.” 
“I know.” Harry laughed ruefully. “It didn’t work, either.” 
Malfoy crossed and uncrossed his ankles from his perch at the counter. “It’s not a concept I’m unfamiliar with. Wanting to change yourself, a little, to make them love you more.” 
Harry hummed noncommittally, stirring beaten eggs into the pan. “Did it ever work for you?” 
“Fuck no,” Malfoy barked out. 
Harry laughed, a warm comfort expanding in his chest. He popped bread out of the toaster, and brought Malfoy a plate. He looked young, and accustomed to being waited on, dangling his long legs off the stool. Harry presented the toast and eggs. 
Malfoy smiled when he bit into his food. “This is delicious, Potter.” 
“It better be,” Harry replied. “I think the butter your parents buy costs more than my rent.” 
Malfoy giggled, a noise that Harry automatically filed away for later examination. They ate in companionable silence. At one point, Malfoy knocked Harry’s elbows from where they were, he supposed, rudely perched on the counter. 
“Cool here in the graveyard of good and evil, They are even so to be honoured and obeyed,” Draco quoted sternly at him, but he was smiling. 
“Who’s that?” Harry asked, rubbing his elbows. He found he was smiling, too.
“James Merrill,” Draco responded. “Like the American bank. That was his father. The son was a poet, though. That poem is called ‘The Broken Home.’” Draco’s smile had vanished. “Rather on the nose, even for me.”
tagging @kittycargo @vukovich @mintawasalreadytaken and anyone who wants to share what they're working on! You can read the James Merrill poem here.
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andy-clutterbuck · 1 year
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Edgar Bradley Guillermo del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosities: The Murmuring (2022)
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡
Thank you @jranutter and @lastcallatrockysbar for the ask 💞
My sweet old kitty cat 🐈
Delicious food (always in my top 5) 🍱
Taking casual photos (finally upgrading my 5-yr-old phone and I'm excited to try its camera!) 📷
Video games (currently revisiting WoW after over a decade away and it's wild) 🏹
Jensen Ackles 💚💚💚
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sigurdjarlson · 9 days
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May I offer you pics of some of the frogs and toads me and Aiden have found lately in this trying time
(Here we’ve got some Eastern American toads, northern leopard frog and a lot of spring peepers)
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pttucker · 6 months
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Now that I thought about it, I had no clue what Yoo Joonghyuk was like around my other companions when I wasn't around. I ended up worrying about him and so, I had to say something. "Excuse me, Junior Brother. Why don't you walk closer to us?" "…And who's your 'junior' now?" That idiot glared back at me with incredibly intimidating eyes and I couldn't say anything else. Meanwhile, the kids sidled up to my side and began chatting away in happiness. "Hey, Demon King of Salvation, you did alright back there." "If you haven't discovered the truth about those Yogoes back then, we might have ended up in a big disaster, disciple-nim." To be honest, I hadn't done anything of note. Yoo Joonghyuk killed Yogoes, and the one who saved the village was also him. All I did was spectate from the sidelines and say a couple of lines. Even then, kids were busy praising me, not him. I glanced at him. As if he hadn't heard anything, he concentrated on polishing his [Black Heavenly Demon Sword]. ⸢In that moment, Kim Dokja began wondering for the first time ever. 'How did my companions see Yoo Joonghyuk while I'm not around?⸥
Oh? Is this arc also going to allow Joonghyuk to get to know his companions more and vice versa? If he even remotely considers them "companions"? I mentioned a while back that I'd be interested in knowing exactly who Joonghyuk considers a companion because he's explicitly said Dokja is and that Sooyoung is not. But it's Sooyoung so...
I mean, I know that Breaking the Sky Sword Saint told him that he doesn't have to do things alone and I said it's found family time, but I honestly thought that by now he'd be a lot closer to the rest of Kim Dokja's Company. Especially since Dokja was gone for three years and in the meantime they all appeared to live in the Industrial Complex together, but I guess if his first instinct is to run off and try to complete the quest himself maybe he really doesn't consider himself part of the group at all and vice versa?
Or rather he's technically part of the group but he doesn't actually interact with anyone in it outside of protecting them, leading them, training them, etc.
Thinking on it, aside from when he traveled with Jihye and then Seolhwa, he really has been pretty much alone hasn't he? Up until he decided to basically follow Dokja around.
And when Dokja is there his companions are very focused on him...including Joonghyuk. We even had that whole arc before Dokja called on Secretive Plotter the first time and most of their POV was just them watching Dokja flit about and trying to figure out what he was plotting. Not certain they even mentioned Joonghyuk who, iirc, was injured in the infirmary???
I guess I was aware that he's been actively pushing everyone away but I never noticed how isolated he actually is from the rest of the group even when he's right there beside them, aside from Jihye and Seolhwa. Though even they seem to have slowly assimilated into Dokja's group.
Since most of the story is from #1 Joonghyuk Fanboy Kim Dokja's POV and he's always focusing on Joonghyuk and always forcing himself past Joonghyuk's hard exterior and making him talk to him and acknowledge him and teasing Joonghyuk and so on, I guess the fact that he's "Kim Dokja's companion" but not really super friendly (as friendly as Joonghyuk ever gets) to the others kind of slipped right past me.
I mean, we have Dokja who's literally the center of everyone's attention at all times and who absolutely adores his precious found family more than anything else in the world still thinking that they all secretly hate him or that he brings misfortune upon them or who even knows what dark thoughts he'll have from one moment to the next. So I kind of thought it was the same with Joonghyuk? He just thinks he's alone? But I guess maybe he really is pretty alone when it comes to the core Dokja group (everyone but Jihye, Seolhwa and Dokja himself).
Awww but Dokja is trying so hard to make Joonghyuk stay and just be with them. The same Dokja who sent Seolhwa to Joonghyuk when it became apparent he wasn't even going to say anything to her at all, and the same Dokja who started out doing all of this with the intention of saving everyone so that Joonghyuk didn't have to end the story the same monster who had to watch his companions die over and over and over again.
Oh man, but the kids are just flat out ignoring him? And he's ignoring them back? Just praising Dokja for literally doing nothing while Joonghyuk calmly cleans his sword off to the side. Ughhh I know that Joonghyuk has been purposefully distancing himself and so he's probably rebuffed their attention before and most people aren't as aggressive about ignoring his rebukes as Dokja, Jihye, and Seolhwa, but it's still painful to see.
The speed at which he consumed the dumpling increased. Second bite, third bite… Eventually, his hand reached out to the second dumpling. But then, he flinched and stopped, and began glaring at me instead. "What are you looking at?" I sneakily averted my gaze and began chowing the dumplings as well.
Awww, when he's not being Big Scary Supreme King Yoo Joonghyuk or verbally sniping at Dokja and Sooyoung he's kind of adorably awkward, isn't he? He's forgotten how to just sit around and chat with people. 😭💖
Kim Dokja's Company, you work on making Dokja rest and not jumping to "self sacrifice" as his number one solution to all problems.
Dokja, you work on getting Joonghyuk to act like a normal person around people again.
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