so the official site is having a ranking to see winch chara is the most popular, go vote for one of the girls, they deserve 1st place. Also the top 10 charas will get official pins.
the poll is open until august 20th
Prompt: Conjuring Evil
Character: Emmanuel Agua
To say that Emmanuel was at least a little drunk was an understatement.
A seance board? Really?
Ouija board.
Same difference.
He supposed he had borrowed this on a whim when he was in one of his moods -the mood where he thought that the spirits of the dead could really be contacted and his mind went rampant with the possibilities. Once that had washed over him, he shoved it in the back of one of the rooms in the lodge and forgot about it.
Until he had a few drinks in him
It was always when he had a few drinks in him.
His mind drifted back to that board -ese maldito tablero- and a sad thought jumped into his head. Was he… was he still alive? He had been alive, all those years ago, and he was alive in his head but was he alive in real life? It wasn’t something he hadn’t really thought about until that moment (he didn’t like to dwell on what was real) but when it did he was overcome by the urge to use the board. So, he crept back to the lodge in the dead of night and tore apart the room he had first hidden said board in until he found it.
It was raining outside.
He was soaked to the bone.
Chilled, shivering, frightened.
But also exhilarated.
Not that, you know, this would actually work. Su Madre siempre le decía que mantuviera la cabeza por encima del suelo. He was just drunk. Just being silly. It wouldn’t actually communicate with him, would it? Dumb fairy tales… that he liked to dream about. The world was his oyster and the sky his stage in his mind so why not dream a little? Nothing would happen and he’d joke with the other rangers in the morning about what he did -after he got scolded for making a mess of the room he was currently occupying. He was alone. By himself. No one else was…
His train of thought was interrupted. He had put in the name and then asked whatever question the instructions told him to ask. Simple stuff, almost as though this was all bogus. But when the planchette moved on its own, his hands shook. That was… this was some sort of prank, wasn’t it? Hijo de puta, this was rigged! It had to have been! How else could it do that?
The lights went out. His hands flew off the board. He let out a drunken yelp and shouted, “¡Joder! ¡¿Qué está pasando?!” He scrambled back, heart pounding in his chest, as he continued to hear plastic scraping against board. He lunged forward for a flashlight, that he had uncovered in his search for the infernal thing moving on its own, and he attempted to turn it on. No luck at first -he tried smacking the object with his hand while uttering some curses in Spanish. Nothing nothing nothing success! ¡Sí! He flashed the new source of light, squinting all the while due to his eyes not adjusting to anything, and caught the board spelling something out.
He barely caught it, mind you.
Just enough.
No. Go away.
And with that the board ceased to live. It settled, now jostled in whatever madness had overtaken it -or had overtaken him- just moments prior. The lights in the room flickered back on, the flashlight in his hand being made redundant. It was still raining outside. Tap tap tap tap tap lightly against the window. He was still shaking, arm raised with the flashlight still on (still redundant). Well, that was… an experience.
Was it?
Maybe it was all in his head.
After all, he had one too many drinks tonight at the bar.
This was just his imagination on the fritz, as it always had wanted to do.
He shook his head, going opposite of his shaking body. No, naw, nada… no (that was the same in his first language, funny enough. Also, why was he entertaining explaining things when it was just him in his own mind?). He was just being over-reactive. The board hadn’t moved; only he had. The lights were a problem, of course, but that could easily be explained by a rat chewing a wire or something. He’d have to explain that, and the state of the room, to the others tomorrow. For now, he just wanted to go home and curl up in bed.
Dreaming about him.
No…
He was just drunk.
He was just being stupid.
He would never, ever, ever be coming back.
Translations:
that damn board
His Mama always said to keep his head above the ground.
Son of a bitch
Fuck! What’s going on?!
Yes!
Sucklets may not know what romance is, but they do admire other people’s legions in hoping to become big and strong like them
i kinda like hisoka in a “i’d punch tf outta him if he was real” way but also in a “i can sometimes enjoy when he comes on screen” way too
Okay but-
The whole show is basically just Engine of Love. The melody is everywhere :
Well, Engine of Love
He whistled at me
He'll whistle at me
Dinah's Disco
Whistle for me
The new intro for "Make up my heart"
Part of the Parade
The End of "This is gonna be the day"
Did I miss anything?
lol okay this was hella weird but I had a dream of myself writing the drabble that is coming out today, and basically I figured out how to fix what was bugging me?? So yeah I’m taking this as divine intervention, thank you lord
Gabby Williams is like waist deep into k-p*p and THAT is the icing on the cake!
My mom is playing Shadowlands ( She used to raid in a guild and all for the first few expansions ) and I wanted to see what she had to say about Revendreth after she didn't like Maldraxxus and LOVED Ardenweald. Well, her comments were :
- ( When entering Revendreth for the first time ) 'Oh this looks like Lordaeron! The starting zone for the Forsaken. That's cool.'
- (Meeting Lord Chamberlain ) 'My god, he looks like Count Dracula. What is this place?'
- 'I like the Accuser. She's very tough. She's not a bad guy, is she? Her shoes look like she is...'
- (Finding Renathal in the Maw) : 'Why is he shirtless? Oh, he looks like that one guy from Baywatch... with the ponytail.'
- Several comments about giving Renathal a surfboard and 'he'd look JUST like that guy from Baywatch!'
- Denathrius being like David Hasselhoff, the main Baywatch-guy. ( I know too much about this show now )
- She's very suspicious of Draven for no other reason than him having horns.
- She compared Theotar to my former german literature teacher, because, I quote : 'They're both a little crazy'.
- Whenever Theotar said sth she started impersonating my teacher.
- 'The ladies are all very masculine here, aren't they.' 'No, I don't think so...' 'They look just like your grandpa! Face-wise...'
- She met the dredger 'Cudgelface' and said she's gonna save her coworkers in her phone under that exact name.
- 100% convinced that Kael'thas is gay and noone can change her mind. ('He was already gay in the Burning Crusade, now he just wears less.' )
OK Barbie and the Three Musketeers, glad we had more than $3 to spend on horse animation this movie, Paris seems to have a population of aprox. 7 people, Barbie uncontrollably cartwheels everywhere, love interest himbo prince looking submissive and breedable as he should, lets sat oui oui lots so we know this is France , and bad guys wear red this movie to throw us off because green is the evil barbie colour
I love ranboos new spooky project and I’m happy he’s having fun with it
I really feel like talking about Before the Wall, so if anyone has any questions about that (meta stuff or smth, idk), I'd be really happy to get some asks.
Ive been crying off and on all morning and I have to get to work soon
