wall of gross

do u ever really think about the Holy Grail filming though

  • the primary camera which had been specially designed broke on their very first day of filming so everything was delayed as hell while they sourced a new one
  • they couldn’t get Scotland to let them use its National Trust castles so they ended up using the same one for every single fucking castle and/or used paper cutouts
  • the only reason they used the music they did was because after a whole fucking soundtrack had been written they realised their budget didn’t actually expand to an orchestra, so they used stock music and the only actual original Python song in the whole deal is Knights Of The Round Table
  • Graham had delirium tremens during his very first take, suddenly realised and admitted that he was an alcoholic, and was consequently hammered out of his brain for the remainder of filming so he wouldn’t go into the DTs again
  • as a result of this he constantly picked fights with the other Pythons, extras and random hotel staff
  • and constantly forgot half his lines
  • and ran ass naked up and down hotel corridors yelling “Betty Marsden” until Michael asked him to stop so he could sleep (and so Michael then woke up to a note pushed under his door reading “with love, Betty Marsden”)
  • but miraculously still no one realised Gray’s drinking was making him so ill and so Michael’s diaries are full of random excuses for why he was shaking his ass off every morning (“we were up v high today I think Gray was scared” “I didn’t think it was that cold but Graham was shivering” “gosh tensions are running so high Gray was so mad with us he was literally shaking”)
  • the Terrys tried to codirect and fell out over literally everything
  • and consequently constantly reshot each other’s takes behind the other’s back
  • John kept getting upset because he doesn’t like being dirty and/or cold and they were in fucking Scotland and “there wasn’t enough hot water for a shower”
  • John and Eric consequently switched hotels from the rest of the cast and crew so John could get his fucking shower
  • they were all wearing knitted “armour” and I reiterate this was fucking freezing wet Scotland so they all froze half to death and had to keeping shooting anyway
  • and John got so pissed at Terry Gilliam’s directing style (“treating us like pieces of paper”) that he eventually essentially told him to fuck off, so filming was delayed even further so Terry G could go and be offended and cry and sulk by a wall

the highest grossing British comedy film of all time, everyone.

things we found out about evak in todays clip:

  • they wear matching outfits,,,,,,,,who even-
  • even drew a drawing of his and isaks face “morphed together” and put it up on their wall,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,gross(which is originally drawn by pernille eleonora dieckmann!!!)
  • some other things that one can find on their wall: the “alt er love” quote, memes, drawings that were probably drawn while even was high and/or drunk, nas quotes, one of the pieces of papers that even gave to isak before they got together for real, a picture of a hamburger with a piercing(?????), the iconic pictures of a woman wearing a chador etcetc
  • there are clothes(and hats) everywhere meaning they’re both really messy(or they just felt like throwing their clothes off the second isak got home, whatever works)
  • they still have the duvets that isak would not change in season three, and i’m guessing he didn’t get better at changing them so
  • their wifi name is “yellow curtains”???? who even are they????
  • even does everything for isak bc isak is his baby, which has resulted in isak not knowing how to make tea(so when his friend asks for tea, he solves this with putting a tea bag in warm tap water,,,like,,,,)
  • they have a balcony, where they sit at night and have deep conversations and passionate make out sessions don’t even argue with me on this one
  • they have a big tv right by their bed, so even probably stays up a bit too late at night watching “friday” or some documentary about penguins or something weird while he holds isak close and slowly strokes his head
  • their curtains, drawers and chairs all match i-
  • they opened the door together like an old married couple and i dont even know what to say about that
  • they have fifa and there is not a single trace of doubt in my body that they’ve spent long hours playing that game, but since even somehow is a lot better than isak, isak always ends up getting mad and telling even how he wants to go to bed early(although this all changes when even cuddles him and tells him what a great fifa player he is)
  • even finally got himself a watch which he actually uses!!!!!
  • they’ve been together for a good few months but isak still gets all blushy as soon as even calls him 
  • they have “the chair” and i have never related to skam more in my life
  • they sure have a lot of shoes for only being two people 
  • even is so tall and i cannot cope like did you see his neck when he kissed isak wow im-
  • isak loves and trust even enough to be okay with the fact that there are some major things about even that he does not know and i think that’s is beautiful
The SnK World Analysis

So one thing which I find interesting about the official translation is that the Middle East fortress isn’t a slavery camp, but instead “Slava” is its name. I’m 99% sure this is the case with all slavic languages as I’ve seen this on multiple occasions that do not include my native language. Slava means “glory”.

One thing which I’m not quite sure about is that the fact that the “Middle East Union” is represented by what appears to be inspired/based off the Ottoman Empire. At least the uniforms if anything.

Now, unless Isayama is purposely mixing languages and nations (which he has sort of already done.. there aren’t typically Germans on Madagascar speaking Japanese, you know), including words of Slavic origin into a Middle Eastern theme is.. quite interesting. This hasn’t necessarily been anything new, but it gives some more insight on the world that this series takes place in.

Isayama has already confirmed in an interview that he based the SnK world off of the real world, but made it an upside-down mirrored variant, as we’ve seen with Marley and the island of Paradis, and the fact that sun rises from the West and sets in the East.

However, despite the nations and clothing being all over the place, the world itself is actually sightly bigger. Chapter 88 confirms that the ocean covers 70% of the planet’s surface, like in our real world, but… here’s something else.

Actual frame of Paradis Island from the atmosphere:

Madagascar from space:

You would think that the Walls, or at least the outline, would be visible on the Island from that far away.. but they’re not. I am still trying to figure out how long it actually took the SCs to get from Wall Maria to the Ocean, but I’m saving this talk for a future meta video.

Also, although the manga never gives the exact distance and size of the Walls territory, the anime gives the distance between each wall. With that, you can add it up to a radius and think of the outline of Wall Maria as a perfect circle. If you do, the total territory inside the Walls is BIGGER THAN THE SIZE OF MADAGASCAR IN REAL LIFE.

Also, Paradi itself, from a distance, looks to be of massive size considering how many plain fields there are inside the Walls… but the utter scale of it makes it too hard to notice. Knowing Isayama and well.. thinking logically, I’m guessing the Walls would be here:

And if I’m right, that little spot over there is the entirety of the Walls which is bigger than real-life Madagascar. If I’m right, then this Earth is dozens of times larger than the earth in Real Life, despite having the same (upside-down-mirrored) layout of continents. Also, that’s quite the height. It would explain why the climate inside the Walls doesn’t go very high, even in Summer days.

All of this is subject to change of course, and it may just be Isayama’s art style, but think of it like this: How far and how long did the SCs have to travel to reach the ocean? And then: What about the Eldians turned into Titans? How long would THEY need to reach the Walls? Gross made a joke when he threw Grice down and told him to head North. “If you’re lucky, you may reach the Walls”. But Kruger says that it’s impossible without being a Titan, meaning you’ll probably starve to death before you get there. Titans were able to take their time for the past 100 years, and the Eldia Restorationists plus Dina managed to reach Wall Maria in 18 years or less. Grisha, as a Titan, may have sprinted his way towards it before reaching Shiganshina and being found by Shadis… it definitely looked like he went a long way.

Then there’s the question of the Warriors. If all I’m saying is in fact correct, then I highly doubt they traveled the whole distance by foot from the coastline. My guess would be helicopters, as the first one dates back to 1939, and we know Marley already has planes and advanced military technology for their time, so… that would be my guess.

Again, if I’m right, this Earth may be even bigger than Jupiter.. which is just absolute madness, but we know that’s nothing compared to what Isayama has done so far. I’m looking forward to more surprises :D


Wip - Bait/Tackle Shop

I did manage to fix the foundation (did what @baufive suggested and saved the color preset. Had to click ALL of the pylons till one took) but it doesn’t stick. The next time I save and reload the game it’s right back to the original. I’ll just live with it for now. 

In the meantime, don’t y’all want some dead fish carcasses from my refrigerator? lol Had to work with what I have for fishing cc (side eyeing you Sandy @aroundthesims. Just kidding) If I add anymore to the lot it will be too much. It’s set for provisions to be sold  when the time comes. 

Keith unintentionally spies on Lance in the training room  … (Fifth and Final Part)

where the Blue Paladin is kicking ass. And Keith’s kind of mesmerized by it. Then he’s more than mesmerized — he’s freaking out because he’s actually kinda sorta into this brutally efficient soldier version of Lance.

(Part One Here) (Part Two Here) (Part Three Here) (Part Four Here)

Keith lets go of Lance’s hand, but only so he can wrap his arms around the Blue Paladin’s waist, reeling him in until there is no space between them. 

Lance’s anxious expression begins to shift — confused wariness takes its place, then he seems to soften into pleased surprise. His arms come up hesitatingly, embracing Keith lightly in return.

Keith knows the other boy is going to say something soon, so Keith speaks quickly, “Is this sign clear enough for you? And if it’s not, can I do something else to make it … clearer?”

This has gone from zero to light-speed, and Keith has no freaking clue what he’s doing, only that he’s tired of fighting himself, and if his impulses are leading him down this road, then he might as well as follow — those same instincts have saved his skin in battle time and time again, so why ignore them?

“What are you …” Lance’s voice cracks. He looks horrified by this for a split second, but he pushes on regardless. “What kind of thing could makes this any more obvious? You’re into me. Oh wow, I just said that out loud and it doesn’t sound real. Keith, seriously, for how long —”

“Literally for the amount of time it took you to beat my time in this sim, plus you stripping off your top armour, and, uh, maybe this is the wrong thing to say?” Keith recalls Lance’s burst of sincerity, the way he spoke about Keith with admiration colouring every word. “I swear it’s not just your looks —”

“Are you worrying about objectifying me?” Lance laughs. “Dude, be as into my looks as you want. Me being all badass and stuff — that works for you? Good, since when you pull off a crazy stunt in your Lion, or on the ground, I kinda want to make out with you immediately after.”

“Since when?” Keith demands. How long has Lance been wanting to kiss him? Why didn’t he say so sooner? Actually, forget that second point — if Lance hadn’t said anything about Keith’s weird sudden hand holding, Keith probably would have pretended nothing was happening and gone on with business as usual.

“Uh, I’m not going to disclose that information. But I did just tell you that I didn’t realize I wanted more than making out until … yesterday.” Lance’s face falls a little, and Keith feels the slice of the blade into his back again. He vaguely remembers the screams of his fellow Paladins, and he tries to pick out Lance’s in particular — a desperate, rasping cry.

But no, not now, it doesn’t matter — he’s healed, and he’s here, in Lance’s arms, and this is a pretty amazing turn of events even if they happened faster than he can comprehend.

He grins a bit, trying for a lighter tone to bring the smile back to Lance’s face. “Your exact words were ‘head over heels’ and doesn’t that … that means you —”

“Hey, remember when you said you wanted to make things clearer for me?” Lance asks, sounding bright again, and somehow he manages to press in even closer — if there had been an infinitesimal amount of air between their bodies, it’s gone now. Their noses are brushing when Lance murmurs, “Wanna maybe do that now?”

There’s a note of challenge in Lance’s tone, and if there’s one thing Keith has never been able to resist in Lance, it’s the way he challenges Keith.

And so he smiles sharply, which Lance probably can’t see since his eyes are directly in front of his, and nods. “Stop me if this isn’t what you mean.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure it’s —”

And Keith presses his lips to that loudmouth. 

His eyes fall shut after Lance’s lids flutter closed. The way Lance breathes out slightly through his nose, and then tilts his head so he can kiss more thoroughly — that breaks something in Keith. Specifically, the something that would have kept him silent about his newly discovered feelings. Keith’s arms tighten around Lance, and he decides to put his very limited kissing skills to the test as he parts his lips.

Lance makes a shocked little noise that Keith feels the vibration of, and then things get hazy.

All Keith knows is that somehow, Lance is against a wall now, his still-armoured legs are wrapped around Keith’s waist, and Keith is gripping his thighs to hold him up, and was this actually happening right now? What was his life even like before this? He hadn’t even known this was a possibility until two minutes ago.

Their mouths have barely parted except to gasp and then go back for more, and really, even though he’d banished the morbid thoughts from his brain (actually, most kinds of thinking were gone, away, on vacation, maybe never to return), he did have a fleeting impression of gratitude for not dying yesterday. Imagine never getting to have this thing that he hadn’t even known he’d wanted?

“Hm, Keith?” Lance breathes out when Keith has pulled away to inhale more deeply. “This is awesome, but, wow, uh, I’m sort of having trouble with reality right now. Could you just … say what you’re thinking so I know you’re not some weird fever dream brought on by hardcore training?”

“Can we train together next time?” Keith says instantly. “Running a few sims with you would be … cool. And we should totally come up with some programs together — we’d be unstoppable, with your sharpshooting skills, and then my melee —”

Lance dives in for another kiss — it’s almost ferocious, sucking the air from Keith’s lungs. When he retreats, Keith is left gaping, and Lance is grinning widely. “Yeah, that’s you all right. Wow, dude, your soldier brain is just never allowed to take a break, huh?”

“I wasn’t thinking anything until you asked me to talk,” Keith complains somewhat petulantly. “And why are we talking again?”

“You’re so right, except, no, wait —” Lance lets Keith interrupt him, but he ends the next round of kissing far too quickly, yanking his face back, nearly smashing his head into the wall. “Keith, I am so gross right now. My pores are screaming for relief, so let’s, ah, go our separate ways for cleaning purposes, and reconvene in the kitchen? Food would be good.”

“Right, you’re right,” Keith agrees hoarsely. He eases Lance’s legs back down to the floor.

They stare at each other for untold moments. It’s Lance who breaks the stalemate, reaching over to shove Keith gently. “Let’s say dinner in an hour. First date?”

He sounds and looks a touch anxious again, but his eyes are bright, his lips are painfully red, and he waggles his eyebrows with no shame whatsoever.

Keith walks over to where Lance had dropped his gloves, vambraces, and chest plate. When he hands them back to the Blue Paladin, who had been shuffling on his feet nervously, he says, “Okay. Sounds good.”

Lance’s relieved smile is making Keith feel more things. He lets that happen and it’s so easy, so ridiculously nice, that he sort of hates himself for being such a repressed jerk earlier, even if it was only briefly.

“Great, yes, okay, I’m … gonna go now. You, you don’t train. It’s only an hour. Take a shower, get my sweat off you … oh wow, that sounds … Crap. Okay, bye now, see you in the kitchen and please forget the last ten seconds, thanks.” Lance scurries off, but he still manages to get one last word in as he hits the door. He whips around and shoots Keith a confident little smirk. 

“Remember, you have my permission to be all about my looks on occasion. Such as while you shower?”

And then he’s gone. Keith stands there, and he doesn’t even attempt to reason out what the hell just happened. He doesn’t try to rewind time and pinpoint the exact moment when this all spiraled out of control.

Instead, he nods to himself, licking his lips and feeling a smile, soft and happy, form afterwards. And he decides that just maybe, as he heads to his room, this won’t be a total disaster.

And even if it is, it may be the best disaster Keith’s ever been a part of.

Author’s note: And done — sort of ;) I’m gonna add a small epilogue — but it won’t be here.

I’ll group all the parts together, plus the epilogue, as a one-shot, and post it on my AO3 some time soon, hopefully. 

Whether or not you join me there, many thanks to all of you that followed this story! *hugs*


Summary: I heard you singing at 3am and joined in and now you’re at my door and wtf mate I think you’re drunk but your voice is really nice so?

Paring: Calum Hood x reader

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: I found this on a prompt list and thought I would give it a go. GIF is not mine. 

New apartment, new city, new neighbors. You loved your apartment and the city, but you weren’t so sure about the neighbors. Most people would be extremely pissed if the person across the hall from them was playing loud music at 3am. However you honestly couldn’t complain. One, they had phenomenal taste in music. Two, they were a good singer, like, really good. For the past hour they had been singing along to a mixture of blink182, Green Day and a whole heap of other artists.

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Every Ladynoir Fic Ever (for Bullysquadess)

Happy Birthday @bullysquadess ! Thanks to you I’ve been sucked into this fandom and achieved minor internet infamy. Please enjoy this finely roasted Ladynoir in honor of your name day.

Disclaimer: This is a work of parody aimed at overall fandom trends and not at any one author or story. None of this is meant as a personal attack on anyone; just a sporking of common Ladynoir fandom tropes.

Please enjoy.

The cerulean skies above Paris’ venerable and antediluvian streets gave way into a rich mauve tinged with the auburn hues of a dying day. On the streets below, Parisians came and went, unaware that the most romantic act in the history of the cosmos was being prepared not three stories above them.

“And we all say

“Oh, well I never, was there ever

A cat so clever as magical

Mr. Mistoffelees”

Humming a jaunty cat-like song to himself (AN: get it? It’s because he’s a cat), Chat Noir went about lighting each of the two thousand one hundred and sixty two candles strewn about the rooftop; one for every hour he knew and loved the most wonderful, sublime, perfect, flawless, radiant, resplendent, exalted, magnificent, regal, truncular, and ethereal girl in all of Paris.

Nay, all the world!

Such was his love that he converted the rooftop retreat where they were to meet for their Nightly Evening Patrol into a lush, romantic scene out of Kenneth Branagh’s wettest Shakespearean dream. Laurels and ivy hung from every corner of the confused tenant’s roof. A record player played a suave Edith Pilaf song (AN: because they’re French) as celebrity chef Wolfgang Puck prepared a delightful evening meal for Paris’ greatest heroes- prime roasted rib, herbed potatoes, and garden salad for the Lady, and half-cup of Friskies “Friend-Zone” mix for the gent.

Chat may have spent upwards of eighteen thousand euro on his little surprise, but it was money well spent. After all, it was the three-week anniversary of the first time Ladybug accidentally spat on him when trying to dislodge a fabulous booger from her perfect nostrils! Such an occasion demanded splendor the likes of which Paris had never seen before. The rooftop scene before him made Versailles look like a dilapidated crack den full of sentient cockroaches, but still it wasn’t enough for his Lady, his partner, his love, his star, his treasure, his catnip (AN: get it? it’s because he’s like…a cat and stuff) his everything, his-

“Whats up ass clown?” Ladybug greeted, swinging onto the rooftop and shattering the intricate four thousand euro Ladybug ice sculpture centerpiece like it was Chat’s heart.

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Plush Heart

(Eeeeyyyy it not Robbie’s Awakening but what should be a one shot unless I wanna write more):

At first, Sean had never been one to play with or even necessarily like dolls, plush, glass or anything. He didn’t like the way they looked, always staring, unblinking with stitched smiles and held together poses. He hated how they looked human yet were so far from the flesh and blood they were made of.

So when his mother gave him a whole box of them, he didn’t know what he was going to do with them. Especially when he found out that they looked eerily similar to him. His mother had told him that she found them at the store while shopping and had gotten them for him because of their similarities.

Sean didn’t like that.

But, he still accepted them and decided to try and give them a chance. Wary and suspicious as he may be.

The first one he pulled out is soft and a plush and wears a blue jacket with a white undershirt and a pair of flamingo covered shorts. Which he found utterly ridiculous. Who would want to wear something like that? The doll’s eyes are a light blue just like his and there is a brown facial hair around its mouth. And, Sean actually quite likes its hair. It’s hair is a light green and he instantly wants his to be just like it. And it’s at this moment that he notices the word stitched out across the shirt which reads: “Jack”. He likes that name. Maybe he’ll name this doll Jack. He also likes how it comes with two more pairs of clothing which he uses as soon as he sees them, ripping the ugly shorts off to replace them with a pair of black jeans. Once that’s done, he sets the doll he’s going to call Jack aside.

The next one he pulls out he has to laugh at. It’s not made of the same material to Jack in the slightest- it seems to be made of glass or ceramic yet still be able to move. It’s glossy surface gleams in the natural light pouring in through his windows and he looks it up and down. This one has a white at mask on and a wide smile. It too has green hair, but this ones is a darker and more solid shade. It wears a blue shirt and black jeans but the only piece of clothing Sean can actually move on it is the long black cape hanging from it’s shoulders. He likes it. It reminds him of a magician, almost.

He sets the magician beside Jack, not yet knowing what to call it.

He grabs one that feels of plastic this time and pulls it out, finding this one to be more of an action figure than the last two dolls. This doll has a cool hat sat upon his head and is holding a small nerf gun in one of his hands, currently angered to be positioned over his chest. He has a large grin on his face. His clothes, a grey t shirt and black jeans, are just like the last one’s- unable to to be removed. His limbs and head can be twisted or angled however Sean pleases, however.

He places this one, having no idea what to name him yet, in the middle of the magician and the one called Jack.

There’s three more dolls left in the box and the one he grabs next is another plush- though it’s not as loosely stuffed as Jack. It’s stuffing is much more firm. Sean smiles when he sees the cool outfit this newest doll is wearing: a red onesie with a hood and everything as well as a cool blue mask that covers his eyes. He even has green hair just like the rest. Though, like the action figure’s, his green is more faded and dull.

With the thoughts of superheroes in his mind, Sean places the red plush beside Jack and reaches in to grab the next doll.

This one is also plastic but as Sean pulls it out he doesn’t think he could call it an action figure. It looks more like one of those glass dolls you place in a safe cabinet for viewing pleasure just made out of the flimsier substance. This one is wearing a long and white lab coat and a blue undershirt and Sean is instantly reminded of doctor’s. It even has on the blue cap and face mask with a stethoscope around its neck. It’s hair is a mix of the two shades of green he’s seen thus far- not being to dull yet not being too deep.

He places the doctor by the hero and reaches in for the last doll.

This last one is like a plush but it’s stuffing is thin. It’s fabric is rough as well and Sean does not like how it looks at all as soon as he pulls it out.

It’s appearance is too similar to the voodoo doll pictures Sean has seen rarely. It sends shivers down his spine as he takes in its black button eyes, it’s stitched up smile and thin neck. It’s head droops because the neck is so thin and Sean can just make out more stitches in the center of its neck, almost like it had been cut there. It has on a black t shirt and black ripped jeans but he thinks they’re supposed to be like that. It’s hair is the deepest and darkest shade of green he’d seen this entire time.

Sean does not like this doll in the slightest. And as he stares at it he only wants to call it one thing: “Anti.” And so, that becomes its name. He none too gently tosses Anti to the ground as though it had begun to burn his hands. It continues to smile up at him. He feels repulsed.

He looks to the rest of the dolls he’d gotten today and smiles, liking them much more than the Anti doll. He gathers them up in his arms and begins to carry them, deciding to take them to his room. He could get Anti later.

But when he steps into his room and looks down to set the dolls he’d been carrying onto his desk, he began to feel as though he was being watched. His head snapped up and he turned quickly, gasping when his eyes landed on the Anti doll he thought he’d left in the other room sitting on his bed, head leaned against the wall and that gross smile only seeming to be larger than before.

Sean ran over and grabbed the doll before throwing it back out of the room, quickly slamming the door. No way is he letting that thing stay in here after that.

If only he could have kept it out.

There are things he began to realize each day as he played with each doll. The magician could actually disappear from the place he left it only to reappear in the same spot later in the day, the action figure can actually shoot nerf darts, he could remove the lab coat from the doctor and the hero can move on its own when he’s not looking.

And Anti will appear in random places in house, smiling up creepily at him. He had even once found it with a large knife from the kitchen.

He really didn’t like the Anti doll.

His favorite still had to be Jack. He loves the name Jack and has begun to want it to become his actual name. Who would want to be stuck with the boring name Sean when you could have an awesome name like Jack? Also, the Jack doll never seems to move unlike the rest of them. He likes this fact.

Each day he will come up with new names for each of the dolls. One day his father took him to see a magician perform and Sean fell in love with the magic tricks including the name of said magician: Marvin the Magician. Inspired, he named the ceramic doll with the black cape and cat mask Marvin and in his little toy adventures he’d always make it where Marvin saves the others with his amazing magical feats.

“Your name is gonna be Marvin the Magnificent!” He informed the ceramic doll, straightening his cape out. “You can do all kinds of cool spells and stuff!”

Marvin stopped disappearing as much as soon as he named it. Maybe to keep the dolls from moving he had to name them.

Well, aside from Anti. But Anti is different.

One day as he’s playing with his dolls, this time all of them, even Marvin have fallen into danger, Sean remembers that one of them is a hero. He lifts the doll dressed in red and grins, egging an idea for a name from Jack.

“You’re gonna be called Jackieboy Man, best hero in the world!” Sean declared, and uses Jackieboy Man to run forward and save the other dolls.

Jackieboy stopped moving too, now. The names really do seem to please them.

Up next is the cool action figure with the nerf gun. One day as Sean is running from his brother he recalls how this little “game” is called chase. Loving the sound of that he goes back to the action figure and picks it up, looking it in the eyes and informs: “You’re gonna be called Chase, the coolest dude around! You can shoot all the bad guys in the face with your rad gun!”

Now Chase isn’t moving or shooting randomly as much. Just one more to go.

This last one is a hard one for Sean to name. It’s a doctor that he normally gives a German accent but he doesn’t really know any German words. He knows French but that’s only because his mom speaks it sometimes when they’re playing around. He doesn’t know what to name it for the longest time until one day as he’s watching TV he hears a funny word he believes is German:


Thinking it’s funny but having no idea what it means, he adapts a funny name from it: Schneeple. At first it is only Schneeple until he decides to add stein at the end to make the doctor sound more professional.

“You’re gonna be called Doctor Schneeplestein, better known as the best doctor in the world!” Sean told the doll as he pulls its lab coat back on. “None of your patients ever die cause you always save them!”

After that none of his dolls move. They all stand still how he leaves them until he plays with them and that makes him happy.

Well, all of them but Anti no longer move. No matter what Sean tries, Anti always seems to end up back in his room. He’s tried throwing Anti away, leaving him at school, and even tried burning him in a fire.

The doll simply hadn’t caught fire when he tried. He’d thrown it into the fire place when there were lit flames, but they didn’t seem to touch it. It just continued to stare out at him throw the flames, the terrifying smile still in place.

He never did play with Anti.

He has a best friend named Mark who also has similar dolls to him. The dolls Mark has all have similar features to their owners with slight changes. They always discuss the strangeness of the dolls. Sean even tells Mark how to get them to stop moving. Mark comes the next day and tells him that naming the dolls worked, none of his but Dark or Wilford move anymore.

Sometimes, Sean and Mark play with each other’s dolls. In this little game both Dr. Iplier and Dr. Schneeplestein are trying to help the one doll called the Host with his eyes which always seem to go missing.

“Hey, Sean,” Mark said randomly, breaking out of character. Sean pauses in his terrible German scent and looks up at his friend questioningly. “I made you something. Let me go get it.”

Mark sets Dr. Iplier down and stands, disappearing into his room. Sean stays sitting on the floor to wait, glancing over at Mark’s doll called Dark who is still staring at him. The Dark doll gives off the same scary vibes that the Anti doll does and Sean doesn’t like it one bit.

Mark returns a moment later holding another doll in his hands and Sean gasps. He can tell his friend had made it because of its poorer quality of stitching but he’s already falling in love with it because his friend had made it for him.

“I was out of green hair like the rest of your dolls so I just used purple,” Mark told him as he hands him the slightly torn and bent homemade plushie. Sean takes it into his own hands and looks it over. It does indeed have purple hair. It also has large and white eyes and almost grey skin with a black and white striped shirt. The black jeans it wears are similar to Anti’s, torn but Sean thinks they’re supposed to be like that.

“I love it, Mark!” Sean exclaimed and stands up to give his friend a hug. As he pulls the homemade plush back he notices that an arm had come off. Mark runs from the room and returns with a sewing kit. “He can be a zombie!” He exclaimed his idea. “He does fall apart like one! Yeah, I’ll call him Robbie the Zombie! You know, like the singer?”

“Awesome, dude!” Mark said with a grin and hurriedly sews the plush’s arm back on. He doesn’t do too good of a job and so the arm still hangs a little. “I’m so happy you like it!”

Sean takes Robbie home with the rest of his plushies that day.

His collection of dolls is quite large for a little boy’s. Most of the other boys he knows at his age only have action figures because any other kinds are “too girly”.

Sean doesn’t care. He loves his dolls.

Well, all of them except for Anti.

That one can get torn apart for all he cares.

So yeah, @sweetapple01 here’s the fic that’s based off of your doll idea. I hope this is what you were wanting ^~^




It was at another one of Gregory Patterson’s parties, that’s when I met her.

She the most disgustingly beautiful person in the room. With emphasis on the disgusting. The way she was looking at everybody like she was better than them. And she wasn’t even touching the cake Gregory made himself from scratch, despite being handed a slice by Gregory himself.

I kept my eye on her from the other side of the room. I wanted to catch her in the act of whatever she was gonna do next. But she didn’t even try hide it. Right in front of Gregory’s face, she grabbed the cake, smooshed it to crumbs and let it fall into the trash can next to her. She didn’t even bother to aim right, and some of the crumbs fell onto the floor.

I gasped, and Gregory had signs of distress on his face. He just moved back. The poor boy, his heart was broken by this witch. I was going to talk to her.

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Truth is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception - which is truth. A baffling and perverting carnal mesh Binds it, and makes all error: and to KNOW Rather consists in opening out a way Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape, Than in effecting entry for a light Supposed to be without.
—  Robert Browning-from ‘Paracelsus’
Sentinel/Guide FFXV AU

y’all here’s a teaser for that sentinel/guide ffxv au i was musing on a couple days ago. super unedited, but i’ve been writing a lot soooo enjoy

Being outed as a guide is not the worst thing that has happened to Prompto.

It really isn’t. Doesn’t even rank. Fleeing from Niflheim, waiting for months being processed for refugee status in Insomnia, and the nights when his sister doesn’t check in with Hunter HQ at her designated times–those are all much worse.

Granted. It’s only not the worse thing that ever happened to him because they’re in Lucis right now, and not Niflheim. In Niflheim, he wouldn’t ever had made it to presenting as a guide. Either surviving that long or getting through the experiments in tact enough to develop, it doesn’t matter. It wouldn’t have happened.

And if it had… well. He wouldn’t have had any say on what happened to him, once found and discovered as a guide. Prompto would have been shipped off to the highest bidder, given to some general or lieutenant who needed their own personal guide.

Someone who would be in his head. Prompto shudders.

And it’s not like he really hid the fact that he’s a guide. It’s more like no one thought he wasn’t registered.

But still. This isn’t the worst thing that has ever happened to Prompto. They’ll slap him with a fine, him take some classes, register his info, put him in the pool of eligible guides for sentinels of equivalent score levels, and call it a day.

That’s what should happen. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal.

But as he gets into a black, Citadel-official, tinted windows car with a freaked out Sentinel whose panic makes the air itself feel like it’s throbbing in pain, Prompto really doubts his decision-making.

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