#. answers tbt.

[shapeshyft]

Consider it a New Year's resolution, in the months following Irene's grand, clever resurrection. The trusty hand-crossbow was a favorite, sure, but it had more visual appeal than use. She was simply more used to it.

"Yes, I'll admit you're right. I think now is the time for me to get good at guns."

So, here is the moment: A blind woman with a laser pistol cocked, facing her wife across a field of Krakoan wildflowers. They can do some very involved training these days.

She yells, "Are you ready?!" And then: "Now!"

Irene begins shooting, chasing the aim of her mind's eye on Raven.

Thirty paces separate. A red sun carving the sky up above her, a cool wind whipping around her heels. She's reminded of her days in the west, carrying a peacemaker on her hip, cackling at the poor aim of shooters eagerly trying to drill her through.

❝ Ready! ❞

And she is, even if she's yet to move until after the first trigger pull. She hoped, if only for the first shot, that Irene's aim would be true. That she'd look down to her chest, find a smoking crater divvying up her lungs, and be able to praise Irene with her dying breath.

She's not allowed to be so uselessly poetic today. The shot misses the mark just enough to send Raven running.

Serpentine patterns saw her dancing through the laser rain. Running, ducking, rolling between the wildflowers and the space between her and 'her target'.

❝ You lead too much! Casters fire much faster than conventional weapons. ❞

The shots reached where she would be before she got there, giving her just time enough to adjust. To roll through and close the gap. Rapidly, rapidly, closing that gap. Her prize awaited her at zero range, after all. The target of her vicious affections, the little death she intended to inflict.

Kicking off of the ground, she rolled through one last tumble onto her hands and feet and pounced. Something animalistic, accentuated by the knife she held in her hands and the cackle that left her as warm, flowing life splashed across her tongue.

❝ For as long as we've got Death tamed, we should take advantage. There's a catharsis to killing the ones you love that I'd like to share with you. Only when you're ready. ❞

Raven smiled down at Irene. Caught beneath her body weight, pinned to the island, being fed the same splash of blood that Raven was offered a moment ago.

❝ You took too long, love. The next target might not be so kind as t-... thhh- ❞ There they went. Lungs fully emptied, that 'smoking crater' of hers whittling down to faint wisps filling her nose & mouth with ash. It was a good shot, she'll admit. Maybe after The Five brought her back, she'd let Irene know that.

For now, the soft rattle of an apology past her lips will have to suffice. At least until-

[artistmarchalius]

can you tell us more about broppy capture au?

Sure! Here’s a little somethin’ somethin’:

So, Branch didn’t confess his feelings to Poppy at the end of Word Tour, he felt like it needed to be its own thing and that Poppy deserved to be in the moment after saving the world. He thought there’d be plenty of time to confess later. They still have a good connection though now that they’re better at communicating.

They’re out in the hot air balloon on another adventure when a strong wind knocks them off course towards the woods near the base of Mount Rageous and they get stuck in a tree. They aren’t able to shift the balloon on their own so when they see Velvet and Veneer (who are out hunting for Trolls to use) they ask them for help, but instead V&V capture them.

V&V now have a Troll to use each (His and Hers Trolls) and because Velvet is more trigger happy with the spray bottle, Poppy deteriorates quicker than Branch.

[pabuthefirecat]

Do you have any baby pictures of Pabu?

Pabu always baby tho... 😗

Here's one from #2015. Earliest photos are from #2014, when he was just 1 🥰

[bylrndgm]

otp: it was a seven

recreating my first byler gifset.

[goosiifer]

@xppledsxrpxnt – FORCES THIS TO BE IC

Luciano is getting his face squiiiished between his hands, and their foreheads bonked together!! That's the price you pay for being so squishable!

[radiaking]

+ memes / accepting!

@atomiqueen said: ❝ you’re a dangerous person. you’ve certainly proved that. ❞

        Cooper runs his hand down his face in exasperation, letting out a heavy sigh. She's not exactly wrong, but that's not the point. "This is not what I was hired for. This was meant to be a simple job and now all of my men are dead," he gestures back in the direction they'd run from, where they'd been ambushed and he'd gotten her away safely.

        But why the ambush at all? Those were no simple bandits looking for coin; they were after something and he has one guess as to what. Or rather whom. "It's not a matter of whether I'm capable of it, but I need to know what it is I'm really protecting. Those men were after you and I want to know why."

[adreaminmyheart]

@cartoonslackers Wrote: ❛ sorry! i didn’t mean to throw that snowball so hard. ❜ (from Cuphead!) Meme: (Accepting!) X

"Hey now, I've been a kid before! I remember how carried away you can get with a snowball fight!"

A sly look on his face. Getting hit like that just brought back wonderful memories of being a child himself. Happy memories, that brought joy to his heart. Brought a song, that he heard from an old film as a child.

And he began to dance while he sang, (maybe avoiding some snowballs with his energetic dancing!).

🎵 Let there be snow! Let there be snow! This kinda weather Brings people together So friendships can grow! 🎵

[dynmghts]

well i want to say i like this bonus chapter and that it’s reignited my passion for writing here… but i don’t. i’m honestly more bitter than psyched that it’s extra content. ugh

[grievedifferent]

this is the seventh time he's called. you better pick up. ❝ @ottersden. it's me. me. me miles. don't fuck with me. hey, why didn't you answer? i've been calling you. learn how to answer your phone. what were you doing that was so important you couldn't pick up? ... is lisa over there? ❞ a beat. ❝ i'll come home right now, waylon. no, it's not "coming over" if i live there. ❞

[burning-fcols]

"¡Maldito idiota!" Hands are balled into tight fists as soon as the meeting ends. He practically spits on the ground before Vassago. "You did that on purpose ! Have you no shame at all for yours or Stella's actions ?! " ( uwu -shoves Vassago over for Andy. ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @beautifulxdangerous 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Vassago having the gall to approach him ( again ) doesn't surprise Andrealphus. Frankly, it would be more of a shock if the scarlet simpleton learned some self-control between the last time he screeched his silly woes and now. Rolling his eyes with a barely concealed groan, Andre turns to fully face his accuser. Crossed arms, drumming fingers and raised brow make it clear he considers it a matter of mercy he's even permitting Vassago THIS much. Should he please, he would be more than within his rights to brush the other off without a glance.

Luckily for Vassago, nothing else he has to do is quite as tantalizing engaging as releasing some pent-up tension by further bitching at the other man.

❝ No shit, I ❛ did that on purpose ❜ . That is how one typically enacts a plan, Vassago. ❞ He replies as if impatiently explaining to someone who is missing the OBVIOUS, certain his pompous reply will stoke the fire of the parrot's ire. Good. If he didn't want to end up dangerously-close to ripping his feathers out with frustration, Vassago should have kept his meddling beak where it belongs. As if Andrealphus doesn't have enough pawns on the board to contend with, Vassago's interruptions further complicated an already tiresome game. One the other didn't manage to ruin, despite his best efforts... But Andrealphus is familiar with the parrot.

He doubts this is truly over.

❝ As for ❛ shame ❜ — that is for people who DON'T have what it takes to move upwards in society. You may be perfectly fine accepting what you've been given, but me and my darling sister have bigger ambitions... and we aren't afraid to do what needs to be done to reach them. ❞ Which is why HE'S still here and Stolas isn't. 「 ☆ 」

[tempusetveritas]

@theresastargirl sent: “Look, I think it’s only fair that I get a pruning stick when I go out there. Self defense and all that. Don’t really want to go through all my lives because I didn’t have one.”

"Is this because Mobius gave your— gave Loki a set of knives? Because for the record, I was't on board with that decision, either."

[valeurex]

“You will die on the third day of third moon of 129 AC. Your body will be discovered at the hour of the bat by a servant.“ — crack helaena

" ... "

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" ........ "

Why by servant?

[oliwolly]

did john dory just win tumblr sexyman 2024 or am i tweaking

[deatheless]

@curseplay sent: i'm not ready to say goodbye. / accepting.

seeing paris in all - black isn't exactly an uncommon occurence. if anything, it should be a comforting sight. familiarity, or whatever. really, if mina had to guess, she would've estimated her best friend's wardrobe at an approximate ninety percent black clothing. maybe even more, if she's being really honest with herself. so if this was a normal day, she wouldn't even have blinked.

but if this was a normal day, then they wouldn't be here. wouldn't be doing any of this at all. paris would be in black, maybe, but she sure wouldn't be in a dress, and she would be smiling, or pretending not to be even if she really wanted to, and they'd be at the hound, or in paris' bedroom, or down by the creek, or anywhere but here, in the cold, stale air of the funeral home, and — and tommy would be here, and not ...

( instead, the sight of her, a vision in black fabric and black hair and a stark, pale face, makes her stomach turn. it doesn't look like paris. she nearly looks like she should be the dead one. mina almost kicks herself for even having the thought. )

it's the first time all day — in the last few days, really — that they've had a chance to be alone, or the closest thing they can get to it right now. she's been trying to stay by paris' side as much as she can ( especially since they've been tasked with the twins for the day, giving mina more of an excuse to stand with them, since paris can't carry both of them at the same time, at least not in this state. ) it doesn't feel right to stand up by the front with the rest of the harrows for too long, though, not when she's not really family, so as hard as it is to do, she's been making herself step away to walk around the room every half hour or so. take the time to dodge some small talk with a former classmate neither of them really spoke to, maybe say hi to one of the diner regulars she hasn't seen since she left for school, take a pit stop in the bathroom to grab a handful of tissues to stuff into her pocket just in case, before circling back into her place by paris' side.

this time, though, when she steps away, paris follows behind her, having given their siblings to an aunt to watch, and mina reaches for their newly - free hand instead as she leads the two of them to the bathroom. not exactly the ideal place to hang out, but it's the only place she can think of where paris can get any sort of actual privacy. she thinks she deserves it. the ceremony looms over them, getting closer by the minute, and the way paris' hands seem to be a little shakier every time mina finds herself back by her side hasn't gone unnoticed. it's been hard enough already, and the worst of it hasn't even begun.

once they're alone, though, door shut behind them and the underlying chatter of voice blanketing them all morning finally quieted, mina finds herself speechless. what is she supposed to say? nothing feels good enough. nothing feels right.

to her surprise, paris breaks the silence before she can. she's almost grateful for it.

almost, until she hears what she's said. until she hears the tremble in her voice, so soft it nearly sounds like a whimper. until she hears the strain behind it, the tears stopping up the sound in her throat. it makes mina feel like she might fall apart all over again, the way she had when her mom had called her early that morning with news that felt like the world ending.

she doesn't, though. she can't, not when paris needs her to be solid more than ever. their hands, still clasped between hers, start to shake again, and it's then she notices the shine in their eyes. she holds her breath when paris' lips part like she means to speak again, but she doesn't get that far, voice dying and a mournful whine in its place. it sounds like a broken heart. god. mina nearly has to shut her own eyes from the impact of it hitting her chest.

❛ oh, paris ... ❜ she murmurs, pulling them in close and tucking their face against the crook of her neck, ❛ c'mere. ❜ her breathing hitches the moment they touch. she doesn't know if they're crying — she wouldn't blame them if they were, but she knows them well enough to know they'll do everything they can not to — but she curls her fingers into their hair and brushes her hand against their back soothingly regardless. she mumbles softly into her hair, low and warm and all of the words blending together into something she's sure is incomprehensible, but it's not about that, anyway.

there's nothing she can really say that'll help, after all. she knows that. nothing she can do that'll really make it better at all, save from bringing back the dead. but if she can make it a little easier ... that's all she wants. lift some of that weight off her shoulders, give her a place where she doesn't have to be as strong. mina's grip tightens, exhaling softly as she presses a soft kiss to paris' temple as their breathing slowly, slowly, starts to sync up.

they'll have to go back out there soon, they both know that. paris can't afford to be out of the room for too long, not when people are looking at her the way they've been all day, and neither of them want to miss the actual ceremony, as much as the dread pooling in mina's stomach could say otherwise. nothing's really changed. none of it's over. but for now, she hopes it's not so loud, just for a moment.

it's not a lot, but it's something. she loves her too much to not try.

[imaginarianisms]

cregan gazes into helaena’s eyes as though eternity dwells there. waits until the maester calls in the new year. another year with his arms around his truest love - life does not thrive much further than his own reach. “I love you, my moon and stars.”

Helaena stares back into Cregan's stormy winter grey eyes when normally she would look away from most people upon eye contact, but with him she can never look away. She looks at him with pure, unadulterated bliss. Her feet had been tapping at the floors excitedly as each hour passed, reveling in the idea of ​​a fresh, new year to begin. Her touch was warm and tender, her soft violet eyes half-lidded and entranced. This is a time for them where she's not a princess, a Queen, a dragondreamer, a dragonrider, and he's not a warrior, a commander of armies, a leader and the Lord of Winterfell (was this place a dream?) but this wasn't a dream, she was the stars and he could see in the dark. They would be okay as long as she didn't move away. Under the soft starlight of the godswood, she almost felt like they were the only two people in the world, and his scent was all she knew. The thought made her heart beat faster. When the bell tolled, Helaena leaned in and pressed her lips to his for a tender kiss. Her cheeks flush a pretty shade of rose with the cold and the happiness she feels. The truest and most sweetest love she'd ever known and never thought she' d have ever would've been able to experience for herself. She recalled telling her father and mother that she'd marry Aegon for them, because he didn't want to marry her because he thought she was weird, and... everyone thought she was weird. That notion of ever finding love and that feeling of loneliness suffocated her for so long. Then, shortly after pulling away, she kisses him again and again and again and again, giggling as she does so, knowing all too well that she's the only person alive who can possibly get away with all of that. ❝𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐨𝐨, ñ𝐮𝐡𝐨 𝐳𝐨𝐤𝐥ā𝐳𝐦𝐚.❞

[empressgeekt]

So, due to the nature of how the Band Together mission went, there probably wasn't a lot of opportunities for Branch to really show his stuff. He had mostly stayed in the background in the movie and let his brothers take the lead, understandably as this was technically JD's mission first and foremost and he was reluctant to even see his brithers at first. I can only really name a few times we saw Branch ingenuity, when he decided to use Rhonda's ability as a tracker to find Clay, when he decided to confront the Big Clown Head instead of cower (classic Branch bravery), and the whole sequence between sneaking into Velvette and Veneer's rooms and then the chase scene. Again, this makes sense considering the high stakes of the movie are nothing compared to the ones he'd faced before. Sure, Floyd being in danger is a HORRIBLE situation and he is appropriately rushed, but the primary conflict of the movie isn't the fact Floyd is in danger but that Branch's brothers can't get along for the necessary time needed to save him and compared to Pop Village Being Eaten and The World Ending... well, it's pretty mundane tbh.

I imagine in FOF and it's various variants, Branch's abilities are on display more often and, potentially, we see more BAMF Branch action. I love when the series shows how different Branch is from othernpop trolls because he is smart, ingenuitive, and nsut generally more skilled in various things they normally wouldn't consider

Say it again for the people in the back! LET BRANCH BE A BAD*SS MOTHERF*CKER!