#And I rarely do it on command

[starsandspacefog]

✨ INFO DUMP INCOMONG ✨

So spoilers for undertale!

SOOOO in the undertale community, making super complex AUs us a big thing lol XD

For context! Undertale is a game where there were two races, humans and monsters, and they had a war. And the monsters lost, and got sealed underground (in a mountain!) By a magical barrier!

You play as FRISK, a fallen human child who explores the underground. And can either spare or kill monsters—Both have vastly different endings.

WEELLLL the currant AU I'm working on is called LemonareTale! A post pacifist (an ending where you spare EVERYONE and free them!) Where Frisk, Sans, and Papyrus (the two guys are skeleton brothers!) Open up a lemonade stand on the surface!

The AU tackles some pretty heavy topics ^^' but like many AUs, kine focuses mostly on Sans!

Thank you for listening 🥰

YOUR TURN >:) /nf!

ngl that sounds like so much fun if I can find the game I'll play it

OH SHIT MY TURN UH

Ok so the latest hyperfixation that's not tmnt is usagi yojimbo and I am LOOSING MY MIND OVER THIS SILLY RABBIT

essentially it's 16someting Japan (there's elements from all across the 1600s so it's not rly a specific year but it's fine bc it's super well reaserched and most of the comics have authors notes and refrences in the back it's WONDERFUL) ok but the mc is miyamoto usagi, samurai who lost pretty much everything and is now just floating thru the world as he meets other ppl and plays a part in their stories while not rly having a story of his own anymore. It crosses over a lot with tmnt which is super fun and how I got into the comics. It's been running since like the 80s and so there's A LOT and I've been reading them in more or less chronological order, I think I'm up to the 2014 publications now.

Wow that was super badly written lmao ty for the infodump <33

[ominouspuff]

GUT. PUNCHER. PLEASE. Ö

(also I see the Plo Coon WIP and I’m in the microwave)

In an instant CC-2224 sees the blue on the other clone and recognizes his enemy — knows it is CT-7567 and knows the name he took and the color of his hair.

All that is in him that is screaming — was (always?) screaming — quietens. His finger does not depress upon the trigger. His hand does not twitch towards the backup blaster on his hip.

An instant, a moment, a breath, and a single thought—

I’m no soldier.

CT-7567’s finger is as quick as he knew it would be. Between one moment and the next, Cody is free.

———

Re: Plo Coon — huehue, yess get microwaved (affectionate) (I’m very excited to show you)

[dykedvonte]

I think it’s so ironic that the Pony Express escapes a lot if not all blame in discussion. I can’t even say I am excused from it but it’s just how hard people circle back to the characters alone without considering the environment they were made to be in.

Why would they design a ship where only two of the rooms lock? Not the bathroom? Not the sleeping quarters? We assume that all the companies in the universe are this shallow and careless to their workers but we explicitly know the Pony Express in extra vile. They are fed processed slop pack they can’t even really cook and the ration of those pack is meager at best. They hired and made people with a plethora of conflicting demeanors and beliefs work together on a mission where cohesion is important if not an outright necessity and punish them for not being happy about it. There’s no social protocols, not chain of command other than Captain’s word/choice and the only way to enforce that is with a literal firearm. They don’t allow them to celebrate freely and even took away leisure activities that would make them less stir crazy. They are only allowed a few hours of sleep despite their being no other real responsibilities or work on the ship, no matter the position or its importance. With any crew, with any level of synergy, this was a powder keg waiting for a spark.

I’m not saying characters that made mistakes didn’t make huge ones, but I think part of the horror is that at least for some (this is targeting Jimathan) those mistakes are partly made by a force of the hand. There’s a running theme of lack of choice and being forced into something and the very nature of how The Pony Express expected them to function plays a big part.

[weatheredfailnot]

Rarepair ( 2 / ? ) - Ortefauchel, his unnamed wife with no canon design, and Handeloup

[bumblingbabooshka]

It's funny how much gravity entering the neutral zone is treated with in TOS when in future series both Humans AND Romulans are taking trips to the neutral zone like it's Old Mister Mcready's house which the neighborhood kids think might be haunted but if you don't sneak in they're gonna call you chicken

[hastalavistabyebye]

Holos #5

Ao3 version

Loving Ponds was easy. One of the easiest things Bacara ever did. 

Sure, the days could be long and lonely, especially when traveling from one warzone to the other, or just after a cease fire when it was time to count the losses and try to erase their presence as much as could be in a destroyed landscape, battered in black, brown and white. During those times, in front of his waiting paperwork or while keeping his troops focused and organized for that hard last stretch, Bacara sometimes longed for the familiar warmth of his lover. How many times did he wish to discuss plans with Ponds, to ask for his opinion ? The Lighting Commander had a knack for strategy, his mind sharp and logical, always seeing the broader picture in more details and reading it more precisely than anyone else. Sometimes Bacara would have given anything to rely on his lover and his hindsight. How many times did he hold on to the memory of Ponds’ smiling eyes, on the knowledge that he’ll see him right after this unending campaign was over ? Pushing through was so much easier with the promise of getting back to his cyare at the end of it. 

But that was just the way of the Marines. As much as he could curse the distance between each of their leaves, he didn't mind much. 

Especially not when his comm chimed familiarly in rapid succession, distracting him from seeping his energy drink. He fetched it from where it was lying next to his freshly completed report. His hope of having news from Ponds, who was the usual culprit for spamming his comm like that, was sidetracked by his surprised happiness at seeing Neyo’s name displayed. He loved receiving messages from his little brother just as much. It was rare to get so many messages in so little time from him, though. Even more surprising was the discovery that it was mostly holos. Did the two 91st Commanders mix up their commlinks ? Bacara knew they were supposed to be in a joint mission at the moment, so it wasn't as improbable as one could think. 

A little bit perplexed, he opened the conversation and was met with several pictures of Ponds without the top of his armor and bucket, followed by the message “You sure you really want that one ?”. It was definitely Neyo who sent them to him then, most likely during one of their breaks, going by the way Ponds was dressed. 

In the first pictures, the Lighting Commander was crouching in front of a green snake with hirsute scales. They were looking at each other steadily, practically nose to nose. Ponds had that light in his eyes. Bacara wasn't surprised at all to see him reaching to try and coerce the reptile like one would do with a tooka, in the following holos Neyo had taken. Ponds could be just as bad as a Jedi when it was about befriending any random wild animal that had sparked his interest. He thankfully wasn't prone to take a particular liking to beast bigger than him. (Which was admittedly not the case of High General Windu.) 

The Marine Commander huffed fondly at the rest of the pictures. Ponds had somehow managed to get the snake to coil around his arms. He had stood up and was visibly cooing down at it before beaming up at the holocamera. He was glowing like a star, eyes crinkling at the sides and dimples in full display. Some cloud high above was casting shadows on his side, not reaching his face yet. Bacara could have swear it’d never darken his skin, not when Ponds was shining stronger than the sun as he was. 

The Marine was smiling softly down at his comm, soaking up the sight of the holos, when he noticed how close to Ponds’ neck the head of the snake had crept. 

“Please tell me it’s not venomous.” He sent to Neyo right away, a defeated weight settling down at the bottom of his stomach, heavy like durasteel. 

“You know I will never lie to you, ori’tat.” Was the quick answer, thankfully followed a few instants later by : “The Generals are supervising.”

Bacara closed his eyes with a deep sight. At least the Jedi were around. 

Loving Ponds was one of the easiest things Bacara ever did, as effortless and paramount as breathing. But sometimes he deplored falling for a member of the Shebse batch. 

The snake is a Hairy Bush Viper.

[operationjetset]

[crunchie-morris]

I don’t think there’s been a Starkid role I’ve wanted to play as much as I want to play Grace Chasity

[lotrmusical]

My high school did a yearly poetry recitation contest (Poetry Out Loud), so Oh Boy do I know some poems. My favorites are Ozymandias and "the world is about to end and my grandparents are in love," by Kara Jackson. Also in 8th grade we had a Poe unit and had a class contest to make the best music video of the Raven, so I still know a good chunk of that.

i hadn't heard of the kara jackson one! just read through it and enjoyed it, particularly these lines > 'grandma returns to her love like a hymn, marks it with a color. // when the world ends will it suck the earth of all its love? /will i go taking somebody’s hand, / my skin becoming their skin?'

[nihilismtrcit]

i love when ur sims actually interact in the way you planned for them to in your hc :))

so i made eden an older sister who lives in san sequoia & who is the exact opposite of her. i wanted them to have a contentious relationship for the family drama. and immediately:

eden h8ted her ass right off the bat we love to see it. she is truly messy <3

anyways this is cloe, eden’s sister who got married and has a toddler and she’s a teacher or smthing, idk i’m still working on her and her fam 

[mezmatch]

Girl help I'm currently obsessing over a rare pair that had literally no screen time together

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

I think probably the biggest irony of Ruju being such a notorious college bully is that if he ever saw any other asura picking on his usual targets, he'd go after them with NO hesitation. He claimed it was because they're 'infringing on his territory,' but that didn't really explain him going out of his way to retrieve and return stolen items, intervene when someone is being ganged up on in a fight (comparing the attacking group to skritt to boot) and even keep a strangely protective eye on those that are injured or otherwise can't fight back.

In many ways it made him sort of a 'lesser evil,' the type who might cause his fair share of grief but was comparatively harmless; Ruju's original goal was to imitate the worst of the worst after all, not to actually become them. But it certainly had to send some mixed signals, that's for sure--

... Ruju also tended to go strangely easy on anyone who helped with his homework. His usual go-to might've been trying to get others to do it for him, but what he really needed was a tutor. He just wasn't willing to admit that since it's what got him bullied most when he was younger. 👍

[flyermagic]

Vigil from Arknights!

Determined to do this edgy dude's much-maligned wolf-stacking resource generation justice, he deserves a win

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[iniziare]

Tag drop: Guizhong (don't mind me re-dropping this with the fixed ones, shh)

[kuroimarzipan]

her hand guides us on our path

as the night draws in

[ephemeral-winter]

current uk culture war about a disco held in canterbury cathedral is hilarious to me because a) that sounds sick as hell why wasn’t I there b) “sacred” sites are many things to many people so please calm down and c) possibly the most fun I’ve ever had was playing beer pong on the decommissioned altar in an old nunnery chapel and I think allowing everybody to experience that same commingling of the profane and the sacred is an essential duty of religious institutions