there is no guarantee the trinkets are not cursed. choose at your own risk. reblog to keep the trinket shop traveling.
Anonymous asked:
Aaawwww🥹 I like that Virgil and Brondhar reunited……( idk what they meant by after but I’m sure it’s fine……🙂………right🙃)
Moving on to the last panel though, how dare that lady evaporate that innocent little mouse!?!?😡😡 SHAME, SHAME ON HER😤😤.
Whaaaa???? What has Logan like changed appearance or is his hair normally that floofy??? Has he turned into a human??? I don’t think I can see his ears??
in which the boyfriend squad got him these hoodies as a joke but now he loves them unironically so it’s just a Thing in wickhills to get your local lord of the forest whatever dumb hoodie you come across
(most of them are custom ordered by roman)
this virgil is from love and other fairytales by @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors
hoodie transcription from left to right and top-down:
- momma’s little eldritch horror (+ elliott taught him this one can you Believe)
- scary spider in the streets; secret cuddler in the sheets
- don’t talk to me or my sister or my sister or my sister or my sister or my sister or my sister or my sister ever again
- i woke up like this (yes his mug does say fuck)
- his homicidal highness
- spider-man wishes he was me (+ remy + roman = Bad Influence)
- much too old for this shit (+ *snoring*)
general taglist:
aaaaaAAAAAHHHHH I LOVE SO MUCH!!!!!
Anonymous asked:
This is so off topic but I keep imagining us just seeing Dee casually sitting with a phone scrolling through this blog
I know that’s technically impossible but it just feels so much like something he would do just to fuck around
A gift for you, anon <3
(the fact that the ravens annoy the wolves sksksnsjksn)
You made this while pointedly avoiding your WIPs, didnt you
Pride 2023 Day 30: Avatar Korra and Asami Sato!
And with that we call it for the year! Happy pride everyone!
I don't wanna die yet, just wish that i could be remembered 🎶
Mako being the one accompanying Korra facing her abuser ( Zaheer ) and giving her support during one of the most major step of her recovery journey is something truly important to me
Anonymous asked:
What's the real thing the 3am text/creepy grandma at your door prompt is based on!?!? Please, I need details!!! 💙
A friend got a text from an unknown number that said “do NOT answer the door” during a sleepover, which was instantly followed by someone knocking at the door and an elderly woman calling out, asking if any of us had any honey to spare. Given the fact they lived up a crazy long driveway, surrounded by forest, and it was 3 am, it was pretty sus.
Our small group kind of freaked out, and naturally I was delighted.
It was at this point that I remembered we had gone shopping for sleepover provisions earlier in the day, and had mistakenly bought honey instead of syrup, and no one liked honey (there was much complaining). So I did a dash for the kitchen and snatched the honey, then rather gleefully bounded over to the door, much to my friends horror.
Sure enough, very old lady is standing at the door, looking like every grandma stereotype you’ve ever heard of. I looked rather manic myself, with what my friends called, “That freaky unhinged grin you do.”, and handed her the whole thing of honey, and told her she could have it.
She looked genuinely surprised and kind of straightened a bit, then got this glint in her eyes and started fighting a grin.
We stood there and bantered for a while as my friends freaked the fuck out inside, before she finally said goodbye, told me to “Keep making mischief” and then strode off down the drive with a walk that was very much at odds with her hunched “feeble” appearance from a few moments earlier.
None of my friends slept that night, and I took particular glee in making strange noises whenever they would start to calm down. I was always a little shit like that.
Never saw her again, but I was gifted a rather beaten looking metal (Brass maybe?) flute the next evening on the doorstep with a simple “Thank you” written on a leaf of all things. None of my friends wanted to go anywhere near it, and I still have it to this day.
julyrubyrose
Bruh…You met a faerie.
@tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors this seems like something that would happen in wickhills xD
oh absolutely - highkey Roman energy on the “sure i’ll answer the door like a goon” thing, as well
If an alien life form had a habit of keeping creatures from other planets as pets, humans would be the Cool Exotic Pet That's Actually A Nightmare To Keep. Consider feeding them. Figuring out the perfect feed pellets with all the nutrition needs covered wouldn't be enough, some of them don't like those pellets. No, you need variety on the pellets. No, not just any plant from Earth will do. And no, you can't just offer them everything and see what they'll eat, they don't have an instinctive way of telling which plants are edible.
And meat? Yeah they eat meat in nature but what the fuck do you mean you just threw a random slab of meat in the enclosure, they're not touching that. Feeding them live prey works for enrichment but occasionally they'll just pack bond with the animal you tossed in there and refuse to eat it. And even if they do kill it? Did you offer them any tools to prepare the meat? Oh fuck's sake humans need to alter the meat's consistency by manipulating temperature, their meat digestion process starts outside of the body, it needs to be cooked for it to be edible. No, that's not instinctive either.
And if the heating tools are wrong? They won't touch those. It needs to be the exact same specific tools that they've seen being used by the packmates, you need a human who already knows how to use these specific fools in order for the others to figure out how to use them. No, there's no way of telling which ones they might be familiar with, you have to try.
And if they were separated from the brood too early and didn't learn? Yeah you're fucked if your human isn't socialized to get along with other humans. It can't even communicate with them. You're probably not going to successfully manage to habilitate it to other humans, if it isn't pack bonded to you it's probably severely depressed and can't even verbally express or conceptually fathom why. No wonder it isn't eating the pellets.
And we are also able to inflict great damage upon other creatures with unconventional weapons. That chair over there? We'll rip off its legs and make them into pointy sticks and stab ya if we don't like you. And yes creating weapons and using ordinary objects as weapons is instinctual.
Also our teeth might not be sharp but if we break skin that is a hospital visit. We do not possess venom but our mouths are full of bacteria.
And this isn't even mentioning blunt force damage that can be inflicted via our extremities.
alien Exotic Pet Collector, shivering in distress: What the FUCK do you mean preparing their nutrition with the appropriate tools is not natural and instinctive behaviour, but WEAPONISING THE SAME TOOLS IS?!
This post being made by someone called homunculus argument is hilarious
[footage of the inside of an ordinary Eastern-European home, taken with a handheld phone camera, the man filming is walking from the living room to the back door of the house]
man, narrating in russian: Every fucking year, this time of the year, the pond at my backyard gets infested. What do ponds get infested with? Frogs? Poisonous weeds? Geese? No. Not my pond.
[The man opens the back door, stepping out into a garden. Three or four nude, human-like figures dash from the borders of a pond back into the water.]
man: Rusalki! I don't know where they come from or how they get here, and I can't afford to hire an exterminator every year. I can't let my cat outside anymore. Last year a rusalka managed to drown a whole deer in my pond, the stench was unbearable.
[He walks as he speaks, approaching the pond. There are several eerily beautiful female beings peering at him from under the surface, their long hair floating in the murky water. Their eyes are gleaming in an unhuman way. The man holding the camera stops to film them.]
man, calm and deadpan: What the fuck are all of you staring at. Get jobs or something.
[One of the rusalki, smaller than the others and clearly not a fully matured adult, slowly reaches out of the water with her white, thin hand, grasping his ankle. He appears unconcerned.]
man: You can't drown me, you little idiot. You're too small. Shoo!
[A loud thud startles the rusalki, making them scatter. A second thud makes it clear these are the approaching footsteps of something massive. The man turns around and points the camera at what appears to be a house, walking past above the treeline with chicken-like legs]
man, now yelling: IF YOUR HOUSE SHITS ON MY YARD AGAIN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD-
This post is a joy and a delight.
this is the energy
Okay I HAD to do this was just perfect
@neoncl0ckwork xD
Oh my G-D the post got better.