#'The Statue Incident'

[suns-sand]

THIEF!

MONGREL!

YOU STOLE SOMETHING OF MINE!

GIVE

IT

BACK!

Oh boy. Given her career choice, it's a shock that it's taken this long for an angry god to come her way. She's been expecting something like this for some time now.

"How does it just keep coming back to this." Riley thinks, out loud. She taps the statue. You spend a week in Greece, come back to post, and suddenly a sun god is yelling at you.

"Y'know, Technically, I wasn't the original thief. I stole it from someone else." Some rich guy who took it from its original tomb. This whole mess had been going on for enough time that she had forgotten her original orders for that job. The girl sets the statue off to the side, still within her reach. Just in case.

"I am not afraid of you. I have seen gods and monsters, I have seen creatures even the most disturbed mind couldn't dream up. You do not fill me with fear and cannot intimidate me." She straightens her back, putting herself in front of the statue. "If you want it back, you have to get through me." She's never been afraid of (nor liked) the sun. She does her job in the night, under the safety of the moon. Riley Koening will not be intimidated by The God of The Sun.

[tea-cat-arts]

The childbearing pills haunt me and raise so many questions

[1v31182m5]

On my planet, this is hilarious /starfire ref

Joke explanation in tags

[skippersthecat]

There has been a rumor that Saiki has individually dated every member of his friend group at some point in time.

[sleepyorchidmonster]

Once upon a time, NRC's Board Game Club decided to organize a chess competition. Thanks to Azul's marketing genius, the event became really popular, with plenty of students from outside the club participating.

However, due to an accident (Floyd was bored and Grim annoyed him, everything is now on fire), most of the club's chess sets were destroyed. To solve the problem, contestants were encouraged to bring one of their personal sets.

This idea made for an ecletic set up, especially since most students are crazy rich. Idia brought the set Leona gave him for his birthday, Malleus found an old heirloom from Briar Valley, Kalim isn't even a competitor, but he still got a set made of solid gold and encrusted with precious gems from the Scarabia storage room, and so on... (Cater took a bunch of pictures of all the different styles).

In an effort to make up for Grim's mishap, Adeuce also decided to help, remembering that Heartslabyul has a room filled with different games that students often used.

There were dozens of chess sets, but they just HAD to choose the pretty one atop of a pedestal, with a sign saying "NO!!" in bold letters (in their defense, Heartslabyul is nonsensical, also they were in a competition with Sebek and that was the best set).

A few days later, right before the event, the game club students began to organize the space for the matches.

Only for the Heartslabyul set to come to life and start fighting people, that is...

Apparently, the Queen of Hearts left a small contingent of her best soldiers to protect the school, just in case. Hidden as a deck of cards and a chess set, those soldiers can be summoned by simply opening their cases/boxes, though they shall only answer to the Heartslabyul housewarden.

She also forgot to tell anyone else about the plan, trusting that a single rule of "When in trouble, get the chess set or the playing cards" would suffice.

So now we have a bunch of gigantic marble statues wandering around campus, looking for hostile forces or their leader...

After a few fights, a statue crashing a dormhead meeting and kidnapping Riddle, and plenty of discussion, the students FINALLY manage to calm the statued down, explaining how it was all a misunderstanding.

All's well that ends well, but now the chess pieces want to watch the actuall chess matches.... something about wanting to know the prowess of great warriors and future leaders...

And that is how we get an chess event in twst, with a few extra cards and special outfits, since this just became a formal event, what with the piqued interest of a bunch of ancient royal guards.

The main event cards would be Leona, Idia, Azul, Malleus, Lillia and Jamil, since they're the actual contestants for the competition, while Riddle also gets an SSR, since he is supervising the gigantic chess soldiers, in a role similar to the Queen of Hearts.

Since the statues insisted on participating in the competition's finale, the last match is held in the school's Coliseum, with a cute twstune to wrap things up.

Then the victor gets crowned and the chess pieces leave.

[tastycitrus]

every time reisen is included in the incident resolving group, it honestly feels like this

[pagliaccis-clown]

Loki and Sigyn

A rendition of the Tyrannicides, by Kritios and Nesiotes

[Reuploaded to fix mistakes in the art]

Harmodios and Aristogeiton were two lovers that lived in late 6th Century BC Athens, under the rule of the tyrant Hippias. Hippias’ brother, Hipparchus, was infatuated with Harmodios, and attempted to court him. Harmodios rejected his advances, which infuriated Hipparchus. Using the corrupt power that came with being the tyrants brother, he had Harmodios’ sister publicly disgraced. After this incident, Harmodios and Aristogeiton took matters into their own hands, and assassinated Hipparchus, thus earning the title “The Tyrannicides”. The tyrant killers. Harmodios was killed immediately after, whereas Aristogeiton was tortured before eventually being killed too. Although they themselves did not end tyranny in Athens, their actions lead to the eventual overthrowing of Hippias, and the rise of democracy. 

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

Later, when Butch is alone off in essentially what is the middle of nowhere, that’s when all of that anger from earlier boils to the surface and pours out of him like hot lava. He thought that maybe shooting his guns might make him feel better, some target practice on bottles he can pretend are a certain lunks face—but for once, it does little to comfort him. He chucks his guns at an old pile of liquor bottles with a frustrated shout and then takes to pacing back and forth, boots crunching against the dirt and broken glass beneath his feet as he rants to his horse, Darlene.

She seems content listening as she munches away on some fresh exotic fruit he had snagged from a market somewhere in the city for her. His hands gesture all around as he rants, and as he throws them around, he can feel a spark of something at his fingertips—fire. It’s happening again but nothing had been able to quell his mounting rage, not now since he’s actually able to let it all out without actually taking it out on someone he cares about.

And he’s not just mad about what had happened earlier this morning, he’s mad at everything—his ongoing situation, what he was, himself. He’s ashamed even. He simply regrets making his way into the city that morning with Rachael, he regrets walking into that coffee shop, and he certainly regrets taking offense to that jerks words because NOW he feels as though he’s gone and ruined something important. And maybe he has. There was no way to know for sure without some sort of reassurance and he sure as hell wasn’t going to fishing for any of that.

An exasperated sigh leaves him after a long moment of throwing fire around, kicking bottles, and shattering them against trees in a fit of anger. He can feel his body growing tired with the amount of energy he’s expending so abruptly, but he doesn’t know how to conserve it in this state.

With an agitated growl, the cowboy throws his hat on the ground and stomps on it angrily, hands moving to his hair and yanking roughly at an attempt to still his nerves. Pain usually helped to distract from the pain inside, but this time it’s not very effective. In fact, he immediately feels bad for doing such a thing to an item he holds so dear. He pauses, looking down at his hat, his brows furrowing some. He’s silent for a long moment…before plucking it up off of the ground and brushing it off, another sigh leaving him. Then, he trudges over to his horse and collapses on the ground next to where she lay, leaning against her pitifully and squeezing his eyes shut. He felt utterly out of place in this world, however long he had been here… time had done little to heal any wounds since returning to the mortal realm. Why was he like this? He curls up next to his horse, hugging his hat to his chest. What was the point? Why was he still here? Was he supposed to die in that book? If so, why didn’t he? The negative thoughts don’t stop and they’re worse when his eyes are closed. He’s going to keep to himself for a while.

[butchford]

Funny as fuck having a headcanon that's kinda part of your fundamental read of a character but if you see someone else saying that shit without explaining it in the wild you raise an eyebrow.

[un-pearable]

wait what’s the popcorn fic

. here. i’m being mean to a well meaning author it’s decently written i just have a grudge against bnha bc it sucks. but sonic’s decently in character and fun to unleash on that universe

[dandelion-wings]

For the ask meme

💜 Jean/Kaeya plz thanks🙏

Thank you for the ask! :>

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ETA: Now on AO3.

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The world is hazy for a bit after the Abyss Herald hits him, but eventually Kaeya's vision starts to clear. He's lying flat on his back, the scent of dandelions swirling around him, staring up at Jean's worried face. He notes, absently, that the sky framing it matches her eyes.

She has a hand over his chest, over the wound there where the Herald's blade had entered. The site still twinges as he breathes in, the dandelion scent flowing into his lungs. When he breathes out again, the twinge is gone. Jean doesn't lift her hand.

"What were you *thinking*?"

Kaeya smiles up at her. It should be apologetic, but he's still light-headed enough, and she's beautiful enough with the sky in her eyes, that he's sure it's nothing of the sort.

"I seem to recall thinking that I had a Cryo shield, and you didn't."

"That might have made sense if you hadn't already been wounded. Shield or not, that nearly killed you."

Jean's frown has only grown deeper, but all the disapproval in her pursed lips can't hide the worry in her eyes. Kaeya could almost feel guilty for causing it. Almost. Knowing that she *was* worried, though, leaves him too touched for any guilt.

"Ah, but you are the Acting Grand Master, aren't you? It was a tactical decision. If one of us was going to fall here, better it be the captain with no cavalry than the leader of the Knights."

"Kaeya...."

Her hand clenches into a fist against his chest, digging into the lapels of his jacket. Kaeya waits for the denial, the protest--Jean does hate such crude calculations, even when she knows he's right. Anger flashes in her eyes. She leans in towards him.

And then that hand in his jacket yanks him upwards, and Kaeya grabs instinctively at her shoulder for support as her lips meet his own. She kisses him fiercely, full of hurt and fury, but Kaeya has no desire to pull away. For a moment he's stunned by the assault; then he meets it gladly, clutching her shoulder tighter and propping himself up to more ably respond. Jean's first burst of passion gentles into something softer, though still ardent. Her breath flows through him, keeping him from gasping for air even once the scent of dandelions fade.

Eventually she lets him go and sits up straight, waiting until he's found his balance to catch his hand with her own. "*Never*," she tells him sternly, "Do that again."

Kaeya smiles back at her, still too light-headed to be at all apologetic. "I can't make so broad a promise. But," he adds, before she can do more than open her mouth, "if *that's* the incentive you're offering for staying out of trouble, I'll have to make more of an effort from now on."

[lemonsweet]

Vesta turned 4 months old yesterday still goingt strong

Her original concept looks very funny

[dragonji]

stayed up too late the stabbing loneliness pains are back again👍

[isthereintruthnobeauty1968]

thinking about saavik again orz

[phoebastria-albatrus]

like compared to transcripting marking down injuries will be so easy. bc i focus so hard on those already

[lesbianclaryfray]

i don't mean this in a rude way at all, but the way some fandom people here and on twitter talk about comics makes it very clear that they're either very young or started reading comics very recently. and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that! but

because when i first started reading comics, black widow was left out of literally all mcu merch. those ridiculous ass-and-titties shots for female characters were the accepted norm (the hawkeye initiative was also fairly new). most popular female heroes/villains were basically sex objects to the mainstream audience. batwoman was the only known lgbtq dc hero and most people didn't even know she was a lesbian.

and still half the time you walk into a comic store as a woman (or "looking" like one) the guys there look at you weird. a lot of men throw a fit when a female character isn't fuckable enough for them. and most lgbtq characters show up for pride specials and nothing else.

i'm thankful for all the improvement in comic spaces and i'm happy to work for more. but i think it would do us a lot of good to remember this sexist history when we engage with comics (both current and older). you don't have to like harley quinn being a girlboss and having her relationship at the forefront. you don't have to like male characters getting sexualized or your favourite white man getting sidelined. by all means, keep criticizing these companies and their work! god knows i do! just like...idk. remember the power structures at play before you romanticize the past a little too much, or accidentally start parroting the same things as sexist, homophobic dudebros who want you and me out of "their" space.

(note: i focused on dc in this post because fuck marvel)