#. 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.

[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

[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. 「 ☆ 」

[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

[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!

[canon-fcdder]

Being seen without his mouth covered at the very least was not a sight very many were treated to, Atticus not one to enjoy when attention was drawn to him. His fellow team star leaders were of the few exceptions to this typically tried and true fact, but even still none of them had ever noticed that Atticus had a tongue piercing, or at least they'd never commented on it. He never really thought much of it, often forgetting it himself. It wasn't a big deal to him, and he simply assumed that the rest of those who might have seen it thought the same if they had noticed it. Seated at Ortega's desk, that piercing was on full display where Atticus stuck his tongue out in concentration as he mended his fellow leader's clothes that had been torn in a battle. - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @world-of-stones-and-colors 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 When their garment was ripped, Ortega had been pissed displeased, to say the least. Naturally, the first thing they did was take the torn jacket to Atticus… Okay, the first thing they did was complain about it. But THEN once the frustration was out of their system— … they proceeded to complain even more to Atti while showing him the damage. But now they’ve exhausted themself and the air has faded into a companionable silence. For two people with a habit of breaking the quiet— people usually assuming the eccentric males must really enjoy the sound of their own voices —they’re surprisingly-capable of sinking into it as well.

Elbow propped on a desk and cheek resting upon their fist, eyes are fixated upon Atticus as he works. Gazing upon the surprisingly-soothing sight, Ortega internally marvels at how deftly the task is done. Whenever Atti mends clothes, the stitches are near-invisible. Garments appearing as if they had never been damaged at all. Ortega feels confident in saying Atti is one of— if not THE —most talented person they’ve witnessed when it comes to the art of clothing… When it comes to many things, now that they spare a moment to mull it over.

Might as well, since they aren’t doing anything else right now.

Lost in thought about Atticus’s many impressive attributes, they’re hit with an odd mix of admiration and… inadequacy. Normally when feeling inferior to others, there’s more irritation than infatuation endearment. Yet another mark in Atticus’s favor, they suppose. Managing to stay on the Fae’s good side even when running circles around them. Before Ortega can flow any further down this river of thought, they’re caught off-guard by something they’ve NEVER noticed about Atti before. Eyes widen and head lifts, lips slightly parting with a question they nearly spout without thinking. Thankfully, they stop themselves before they can embarrassingly ask how long Atti had a tongue piercing and blatantly out themself for not knowing.

Obvious as it may be if Atti happened to notice their reaction. Instead, Ortega hastily composes themself with a trained intake of breath and forced ❛ relaxation ❜ of their posture. Leisurely pointing at Atti's mouth with a lazy finger, head cocks to the side like their beloved Daschbun as they inquire, ❝ Hey— Why do you have that? ❞ Sticking out their own tongue, gloved finger lightly taps against it to ensure Atti understands what they're asking about, before they continue. ❝ You hardly ever show your mouth, so it's not like anyone has a chance to see it. ❞

Why go through the trouble of adding an adornment when one isn't going to show it off? Not only that, but actively HIDE it... Heck, Ortega is pretty sure Atticus never even saw fit to mention it before. As if it doesn't make any difference whether he has a tongue piercing or not. So- ... Why bother? What possessed him to even want to get it in the first place if it would be shunned so completely. ❝ So- what's the point? ❞ Ortega asks, resting their crossed arms on the desk so they can lean a bit closer. 「 ☆ 」

[shrineofprophecy]

how does jane doe feel about being saved by a stick insect , asking for science

Honestly, Jane expected nothing from this big mouthed boy so she might have creamed herself when he did save her life.

10/10 very impressed

[saturnmused]

@crimesought asked: " i'll keep you warm. "

SMILE BEGINS TO PULL at lips as the weretiger flirts unabashedly, nothing to hide now that the others in their camp have gone to sleep. ❝ yeah ? you'll be my heater ? ❞ keanu gives a warm chuckle, endeared by the offer & feeling a tickle of something special linger between them. it's not a feeling he gets often ; always one to pay attention to when it does. ❝ that's really considerate of you. how can i repay you, hmm ? ❞ hazel eyes glint with violet intent as he reaches out cautiously with powers, a gentle probe because he wonders if this is simple attraction, or something more.

[grievedifferent]

Meta: you talk about incorporating the choice mechanic that we see in UD in Josh’s writing, how do you plan - if you do plan - to incorporate Miles’s “you can’t run, you have to hide” mechanic in your writing of him? Is helplessness or loss of autonomy something you’ve considered adding in your portrayal of him?

honestly, i need to add more choice into josh's narrative, but that aside ... i think this is a great question.

i want miles to, at least in certain situations (especially ones he can encounter not just in outlast, but subsequent verses of horror like until dawn, paranormal investigating, etc) to kind of ... here's the thing with miles: he is strong, he's not incapable of fighting, but what we see if that he is not a fighter in this situation with mount massive. he has no chance to square up against what's in there, no human really can, so i think it's great to choose miles, someone who would likely get into a bar fight, and make him literally unable to defend himself. this means i need to get him in positions of terror where he cannot defend himself (the creatures in UD, some supernatural entities, etc), something he can't just fight off fully (maybe enough to run).

as long as miles can be put in those situations, i definitely intend to keep the vibe of "i want to fight ... i have to run", the instinct of "choosing to live" despite being so prideful, etc. loss of autonomy is huge for miles, the whole point is we see him "go in of his own accord" (sway via waylon by the narrative), then losing control as he is urged closer to being the host.

keeping him authentically means making miles lose autonomy as much as possible. he doesn't see himself as helpless, but he often is put into positions of being helpless, especially as a professional spectator (there to report only, not intervene, which is hard for a miles personality type).

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

@smol-sirens-garden asked:

"Look at them. Look closely. You can make it stop."~ Mori to Garth

Forced to Watch starters

There would never come a time where he'd be able to understand his father. Whenever it seemed as though there was something being built, everything would soon come crashing down, and he'd be left hurt and confused, his heart aching as he tried not to fall into a full blown panic attack. If he was the one that his father was so upset with, then why? Why go after his family? Why harm those who had nothing to do with any of this? This...this was why he was so terrified at fighting back, his eyes rather wide as he turned back to face his father. "Why? What - what could I have possibly done to make you hurt them both like this?", he was barely holding back the urge to attack the older man, afraid that Yumeno or Chuuya would only be hurt worse if he were to do so. Over and over, he'd beg to be harmed in their place...Chuuya was so darn loyal to his father too - it made no sense to him!

"What do you want from me!? Just...just stop hurting them...I'll do whatever you want..." As long as it kept them save. He didn't much care how much it may push him to his own limits - his deal with Kyran was supposed to keep Yumeno safe...but even that wouldn't be enough to keep them safe from his father's hands. He couldn't even do that little for them. His family were stuck in this nightmare simply because they cared for him...and he was too weak to protect them. What had he even done?

Or, maybe it was something he hadn't done? He was trying to search his memories, but his mind was a mess with how much he'd been using his ability lately. All in all, he was beyond exhausted - but none of that mattered.

"Dad...please...."