I haven’t been able to watch episodes to confirm this but… does Sam ever really talk about the environment and her activism much after she’s possessed by Undergrowth in Urban Jungle?
Like, I’m not at all sure that this is supported by canon, but I got the image in my head of Sam who really really dislikes nature no matter how much she wants to love it and take comfort in it and protect it like she used to.
So the plant loving recyclovegetarian is still her image and she hates to back peddle on anything because it destroys her credibility and the worth of the cause she knows is still good but she just… can’t carry on with it herself even though she tries to pretend for a while.
Sam who shivers when she touches plants.
Wants to yank the corsage off her wrist before she even steps into the family limo to go to prom.
Avoids rooms in their house where her mother has arranged elaborate vases of flowers. Even the fake ones.
Dumps the bouquet of black roses in the trash as soon as she gets home after her date with Danny because he didn’t know better and it was a sweet gesture but she can’t stand the sight or the smell of them.
Refuses to take wreaths to cemeteries when her parents go to pay their respects to deceased relatives.
Sam whose plants in windowsills, the corners of her room, and their mansion’s greenhouse won’t die even when she “forgets” to water them. Refuse to wither even when she douses them with weed killer.
Vines trail up to wrap around her bedroom window and seep into the cracks no matter how much the gardener tries to prune them back.
Flowers thriving along her walkway to school and her usual hangouts. Even in the middle of winter.
Sam being able to hear whispers when the breeze blows through the treetops.
Not being able to explain any of it. Or understand it.
Thinking it’s stupid and silly and beneath her even when she wakes in a cold sweat dreaming about voices and vines and her sweet children and things she forgets a moment later once she’s had a chance to calm down.
Sam being scared of plants after Undergrowth and hating hating hating it
I have slept so much over the past two weeks that I physically can not sit still any longer. It hurts to sit still. Despite how nauseous I still feel, I just had to do something.
This is the unfortunate result. Apologies.
Warnings: Lots. But if I list them, it’ll give away the story and I don’t want to do that. So just assume ‘regular Cori-style warnings for when she bothers to actually warn people about something’ and read at your own risk.
Very long post. I’d normally break this up into three-four smaller sections, but I’m sick. And lazy.
Inspired by a few of silvermoonphantom’s recent posts. I’d link them, but again, it would give away the fun. And I don’t want to do that.
Danny’s arms felt like hundred pound weights. He shifted, exhausted, barely able to crack open his eyes. Eventually working up some energy, he wiggled his arm just enough to hear the rattle of chains.
His head lolled to the side, blearily staring at the arm that was stretched next to him. There was a cuff around his wrist and some sort of silver metal table under him. Cold metal, now that the thought had processed through his dazed mind. With no shirt on, the chill was eating into his shoulders and back.
“No! Not again!” came a shout.
Delirious, Danny’s gazed at the strange room he’d woken up in. There was something moving in the shadows. A smear of red and a swirl of green.
Something sharp was poking him in the chest. He blurrily focused on it, taking in the huge spike that was driven into his ribs with a groan of pain. Green ectoplasm, dripping and glowing in time to his heartbeat, oozed from his pale skin around the needle-like thing.
His brain finally woke up enough to realize how much pain he was in. The onslaught of agony was more than his broken mind could handle. Darkness clawed at the edges of his vision, his eyes closed, and the world went black.
Doodles from last weekend (? the weekend before? the 31st-2nd?) that I finally got around to posting, I might clean some of them up later but who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
1-some Danny and Norman // 2and8-Tourmaline from PhantomRose96′s fic that I drew without a ref and that’s why they look wonky // 3-Danny // 4-My first time drawing Wirt and i’m really happy how this came out // 5-Tucker // 6-Sam // 7-another Danny and wth are hands // 9-Danlet for SilverMP because that poor child is so sweet // 10-a classy dorito // 11-Hiccup // 12-Mabel (my first time drawing her and I think it came out ok?) // 13-stan(ley) and (stan)ford *read: the reasons i can’t sleep at night* // 14-Dipper aka Spectral doesn’t know how to draw hats // 15-poses, facial expressions and a random GF/DP sketch // 16-Random blue girl // Page 3-I broke down and made a gemsona, their name is labradorite and i’ll probably post some more about them once I get their color pallet figured out
in which Danny is trapped in the Thermos for aaaaages, until the world changes. (good battery life lmao)
And he’s finally able to escape when the battery/energy for containment runs out.
When he comes out of stasis, the entire world has changed.
He doesn’t have any real applicable survival training for -actually lost in the wilderness forever- so he changes into his ghost form to avoid starving to death.
But since there’s no real source of ambient ectoplasm like his ghost form is used to, he ends up having hunger pains (ghost huuuunger)
He comes across a small Titan and it attacks him, so he attacks back, and BLASTS it apart. Ghost hunger kicks in and surprise! Titan blood isn’t steaming away because it’s hot… it’s steaming away because it’s cold.
Dry Ice cold - enough to burn your skin.
Formed from a weird type of ectoplasm~
So Phantom goes preditor-mode at Titans, and eats them/drinks their blood to survive, becoming more and more feral the longer he goes without meeting real people + having to fight for his life all the damn time.
Trying to sleep in human form just makes him remember how friggin hungry/thirsty his human body is, so he just stays as Phantom.
I dont know how long exactly he’s out there, but long enough for his hair to get awesome and flowy because long white hair makes creepy stares 7x creepier.
Sooo he ends up stumbling across an Expedition, and follows them all sneaky-like because hey! Humans! Awesome!
but they all speak German and he’s been slipping into ghost-language after being alone for too long so he can’t even eavesdrop.
(hello armin you’re so cute when terrified)
someone spots him and he immediately goes invisible to avoid being attacked.
The humans ARE NOT HAPPY with this, because now they think there’s tiny titans running around invisible and they could be attacked at any moment aaaaahhhhhhh paranoid night!
And at some point they’re attacked by an actual Titan and Phantom mostly-invisibly shreds it, then starts eating because he’s friggin hungry after trailing these guys for so long.
That one agender character with the crush on Titan physiology ends up going nuts over Phantom, delighted it can actually (sorta) talk and react with humanoid sentience.
spideypoolverse recently asked “Do you think Peter would let Wade wear a dress to their wedding?”
I think yes. He’d be embaressed by it the entire time, but if Wade really wants to wear a dress, then you may as well let him. He’d come in it anyway, at least this way you can make sure it’s tasteful.