#BananaVerse

[soundofthebeating]

[ask-the-cosmic-duo]

"... Woah." Stella was taken completely off-guard by what she saw. In all her travels, this was probably one of the strangest universes she's ever been in. She looked in a different direction, only to see more of them.

"Uh... okay, how am I supposed to find the one that said they'd help me? also is that an amogus-"

She looked around for a few more seconds purely out of confusion, then consulted the map, checking for landmarks to help guide her. Thankfully, the shape of the landscape was good enough for her to get her bearings.

"Okay, so... this way?" She began to follow the map's directions, hoping to quickly find Banana Pie's home. Well... the Banana Pie that contacted her.

[moonchild-in-blue]

🍌 Banana Vessel 🍌

As requested, here's a separate post of @sleep-token Banana Vessel and @a-s-levynn B&W Banana Vessel with Tiny Banana Vessel. Bananaverse or whatever.

Also, all iterations of Peeled Boy with my original drawing and a real banana for scale.

[universalmindbanana]

All things are #banana in the #bananaverse

banana bat!

[bananagrin]

It’s fairly bonkers that the Negaverse St. Canard became an apocalyptic hellhole over only fifteen-to-twenty years. Before then, it must’ve been just an average city, maybe even identical to the Posiverse St. Canard.

For the Posiverse, the events of Clash Reunion were just a couple of origin stories; but for the Negaverse, it was the beginning of what must feel like the endtimes. Such a minor role reversal had such a gargantuan impact. (In other news, Drake Mallard is too powerful of a duck to exist, and Elmo generally deserves more credit)

[phantomarts]

Into the Bananaverse

@askbananapie

[bananawednesday]

Going live at 10:30 CST this morning with possibly the end of Little Nightmares II! Enter The Bananaverse: https://www.twitch.tv/banana_wednesday

[f4y3w00d5]

In the bananaverse there has been a giant banana, inhabitated by groups of smaller bananas. This banana is the banana god, and his name is Pluto. He is kind and above the pettiness of all other gods, for he is banana.

You know how I'm one of your apprentices...? Well I just realised I have no scry orbs, no money, and I dont know where to steal them from. Can you lend me one?

You can steal from @wozardpostingforwizards.

[anxiety-and-fandoms]

A more simple one this time, featuring our one and only Ze! As for next time... let's just say the bananaverse is about to have it's greatest crossover yet ;)

As per usual, OG under the cut!

[fernandestellander]

Banana 11:11

Ingrid, Brage og Fernande

Intro:

Brief 2:  How to film ( 16:00, Tuesday, 18.01.2022)

Your film brief is this:

Make an instructional film for a ritual or task you perform every day.

Use an item that everyone in the group has access to.

Combine group members films into one film.

No voice or text should be used to explain the procedure.

Use as much real sound as possible.

Max 1 minute (.mp4 format)

Uploaded by Thursday at 12:00

Shaba la bala? (Hva er klokka?)

Vi møttes på skolen onsdag morgen. Vi brukte drøyt en time på å bli enige om at vi skulle gå på Rema og kjøpe et par klaser med bananer. Det tok ikke lang tid før vi hadde klart å drømme oss dypt inn i et banan-univers, Hvor alle må finne - og spise en banan kl 11:11. Dersom man ikke rakk å finne og spise en banan innen det gule minutt, ble du gjort om til en banan, og fanget i bananaverse for alltid. 

Det vi kalte «bananaverse» med et regjerende bananmonster.

For å skille dager brukte vi samme frame, men hadde nye antrekk, nye elementer på bordet, bananene var litt brunere og vi var blitt færre.

Vi jobbet godt med detaljene og med å få gode vinkler. I første rute nedenfor ser vi over skulderen til Ingrid. Vi endret bakgrunn, stilte klokka og lastet ned flere banan-apper for anledningen. Klippet ble dessverre ikke brukt i sluttproduktet

neste stillbilde er et ‘close up’ av en banan som blir skrelt på en absurd måte, før den blir spist på en desto mer merkelig måte.

Nederst til venstre er det et bilde av en banan og et vannspeil av en arm som strekker seg etter den. Vi hadde også et klipp under vann. Det klippet sparer vi kanskje til neste filmprosjekt.

Vi syntes det var litt gøy å kunne oppsummere fjorårets semester i filmen. Vi har med flere gjenkjennelige elementer. Rammen var fra verkstedsuka, kongen er fra bokprosjektet, blåst opp til størrelsen av en plakat, derav plakatprosjektet. En scenografirekvisitt fra FuttiKrutti henger ned fra taket og vi har jo tross alt skapt en bananklokke, som minner om klokkeprosjektet.

Videoen er dedikert til kongen.

Ryktes om at den bananen henger der enda.

[echoelepaio]

Now it’s time for the fruit, the myth, the legend... bananaverse

[photobookbyprtk-kmr]

Twins from ‘The Shining’ in an alternate bananaverse.

[bananadineapple]

Unexpected (part 1)

Unexpected (part 1) New Daytime Shift, Mike Schmidt, prepares himself to teach the lass the lay of the land, and the do's and dont's of the place. But when the lass appears, he wasn't expecting the rules to change in the pizzeria. (Present Night) 11:45 pm: 15 minutes just before the shift. Now in his new uniform and position, Mike waited near the front entrance of the door for the newbie to come. Only thing that Boss said was she' d be there by 11:45. But nobody showed up just yet. This made the day guard grew impatient given the fact that he has been waiting for an hour...or so? And the "greater" news, as Boss quoted, is that he'll be helping her get through her first night RIGHT next to the lass. Well, at least he'll be making sure she doesn't burn the place up. One minute has passed. Nothing. But he remained seated on his chair as he twirled a pen in between his fingers. He is THIS close to ditching this and just going home. Why him anyways? Can't it be someone else? Nah, he thought to himself, that cheap sake wouldn't risk his money to hire a personal trainer. And with the given situation, a girl, Mike would need more than a few weeks of experience. And that poor soul needed luck. Mountains of it. The man suddenly felt the urge of needing to go to the bathroom. Wrong timing, he thought to himself. What if the woman showed up and he wasn't there? Sounded like he cared, but nope. He stood right up without third thoughts and made his way to the bathroom, but not forgetting to lock up the front entrance first before proceeding.

11:52 pm: "The fuck happened to that woman?" he murmured to himself, standing right outside the doors of  the pizzeria. His eyes flitted back and forth in search of the lady, around the sharp turns of the road and across from where he was at. It wasn't really that quiet though, faint barks from dogs being heard through the night. A few young ladies passed, but zero approached the place. He wasn't payed enough for this. In fact, he never was. The pay remained the same even with a new position. Mike sighed to himself and turned to enter the place. But as he entered the area, he heard something that made him stop dead on his tracks. Something that he was never expecting to happen right at that moment. Footsteps. Faint but still audible, since the place was not at all that big, so anything that makes a sound even from way back at the back entrance would sound so near from the front. Panic filled the day guard as he frantically searched for that spare baseball bat he had hidden around the area, which he brought with him in his days when he was the nightwatch. At last, he had found the object lying against the security podium just right next to him. But something odd happened to the footsteps the moment he stood up. They vanished. His whole body literally froze in spot with his hands grasping tightly on the wooden bat positioned and ready to swing it full force on the intruder. He stayed real still and firm to listen attentively for any more sound. "Come on you motherfucker, show your ass to daddy..." he scowled lowly, with his eyes scanning left to right for any signs of movement or audio. Just as he was about to turn behind him, a hand was suddenly felt on his back. That wasn't good, since it startled the man, making him screech on top of his lungs and swing the bat right behind him. A voice gasped, followed by a figure ducking out of the way, just seconds before the bat could've landed on the head of the 'criminal'. But Mike didn't stop swinging. His reflexes were maxed out on full intensity, as he swung and swung while shouting curses at the figure, eyes shut closed. "ACKH!!! AGGHH, GO THE FUCK AWAY BEFORE I CRUSH YOU LIKE A PINATA! GO AWAY YOU SHITHEAD!" he yelled over and over again. He was expecting the intruder to resist or pin him down, but all he heard was a loud thump on the floor. Aware of what just happened, he had stopped swinging, realizing that he might've successfully hit the intruder right on that fucker's head. Then, he heard a pained moan, but it wasn't in a masculine tone. It sounded more...feminine?! Wait. This could've meant only one thing... He hit the newbie. Mike quickly opened his eyes and looked at the lady's figure slumped on the floor, arms hugging her head as she felt the pain surge right through her veins. The day guard was instantaneously hit with guilt and regret, making him drop the bat and rush to her. This wasn't good at all. But it was partly HER fault because she'd already seen him holding a bat and not noticing her behind his back. But neverthless, he offered a hand to the lady. "You fucking scared the living hell out of me woman!" Mike exclaimed, grabbing her hand. "Says the one who went all berserk with the bat! You dipwad..." her pained voice shot back. It was a bit dark from where she was standing, but he could only an outline of her mid-length ponytail. But as he helped her up, the light shining above them finally illuminated her details, and it struck Mike on why Boss hired the lass. She was, in fact, an elegant lass Boss would have a liking with. But in a sense that she was trying to hide it, yet traces of her charm are visible on her face. Her brown eyes shunned the eye bags surrounding the lower part of her eyes, and her smooth lips, although a tad pale, seemed stunning and eye-catching. Strands of her deep maroon hair dangled down  from her front hairline, perfecting that messy ponytail look any woman would do. But she only wore a plain white shirt, jeans and flats that seemed rather dull on her. "You...okay there?" she said, rather confused and uneasy from the day guard's stare. "H-huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah. I just wasn't expecting that...I-I thought you were a klepto in the loose." "Let's just forget about that..." The lass let out a small hiss of pain as she felt her head throb again. "Are you bleeding?!" Mike said, still in shock for hitting the girl, but she only shook her head as if it was nothing at all. "Nah. Just a small bump. I always get those back then." All he could show as a reply was a small nod. She stood up properly by then, almost covering the man's height but only up to his lips. Looked a bit like his age too. For a few moments, they both just stood there awkwardly, none of them knowing what to do or say since they both have been spooked hardcore. Just as the silence was getting uncomfortable, Mike made the first move to talk. "Name?" he asked the girl flatly, grabbing a hold of his pen and digging through his pockets for a piece of paper. "Gotta remember your name since I might forget 'em sometime soon..." "Uhhh..." she blinked a couple of times before responding with her name. "Veronica Milton." It was the last name that triggered something deep in his thoughts. A memory, perhaps? That name, he heard it somewhere, or seen it. He lightly scratched his forehead as he briefly paused to try and remember that de ja vu last name of hers. But to no avail, he couldn't. Forgetting stuff was a real bad habit he grew with, and it was never at all helpful to him. So he only brushed it off his mind and scribbled the name across the scrap of paper he got from his left pocket. "Thanks. Okay...kid-" he began but the flicking of the girl's index finger distracted him. "Nah-nope!" she exclaimed in disapproval of the nickname addressed to her. "Call me Ronn. It's with a double N. Or you'd never hear the last of my complaining." Mike was going to retort, but that same old look a woman gives to a man when she's serious silenced him. He nodded, and Ronn gestured for him to continue. 12 am : "...I only had a few weeks of experience, okay? But I guess I might as well teach you what I've learned. You'll be picking up more from your experience." he explained, and just when the clock chimmed, signaling the arrival of the next hour. It was now 12 am. At that moment, he realized that she was 15 minutes late for her introduction. But when he thought he couldn't do something, his mind instantly lit up with an idea. "Hey...u-uh Ronn." he remarked with a grin tugging on his lips. "You don't realize you are 15 minutes late?" Realization did hit the woman and made her roll her eyes in annoyance. "I got lost, okay? I haven't been here since-" she said but at once covered her mouth from continuing what she was saying. But to her luck, the day guard wasn't paying attention to her at all. Instead, he was glaring down the hallway just next to them. It was starting. The game is on. But what puzzled the man even more is that he had a gut feeling about this. As if he felt that those fucktards wanted to change the rules. Risks that could possibly happen at that night. And without hesitation, Mike quickly grabbed Ronn's arm and pulled her with him as he bolted to the office, shoving her inside and taking a quick peek down the East hallway. Nothing yet. Good. "What the fuck was that for?!?" the startled young woman exclaimed furiously. "Just shut up for a moment, will 'ya?!" he retorted, reaching for the tablet and flipping through the cameras. "Oh no no no no no! You can't just fucking do that without a reasonable..." she paused to think of another word for 'reason', but was too caught up in sassing the sudden actions of the man, "...reason." Ignorance was what the day guard showed to her, which only ticked her off even more. Because he felt something wasn't right. No. He tapped on the screen to catch a glance at the animatronics, and to his surprise, he was right. Freddy's the only one who left the stage. The rabbit and the chicken weren't at all looking directly into the camera with their usual haunting glare, they were just sitting there. All the while, the enraged and startled young lady behind him kept yakking on and on. "Why the hell aren't you listening, you dipwad?!?" she shouts once more. "Tell me why you dragged me HERE at 12 am sharp?! I don't even know what to fucking do in this job!" Just as she was about to open her mouth again, a faint chuckle was heard. And to her surprise, it didn't come from Mike. It came from out the east hall, moving closer and closer. What made it creepier to her is that it was a very low and distorted sort of laugh. Too...abnormal to belong to a human. It was only when it stopped when Mike turned around to face Ronn, and with a sadistic smile forming on his lips, he finally said. "Welcome to Fazfuck's Pizzeria. Your training begins now." 

[f4y3w00d5]

But what about the banana planet in the bananaverse Pluto?

You know how I'm one of your apprentices...? Well I just realised I have no scry orbs, no money, and I dont know where to steal them from. Can you lend me one?

You can steal from @wozardpostingforwizards.

[bananagrin]

Bananaverse-Specific Negaverse Thoughts pt. 1

In order to materialize the Negaverse in my head, I’m going through exercises by imagining how a Negaverse-themed DW cartoon show would play out.

Firstly, the structure. The Nega F4 are not officially the F4 until Darkwing Duck stumbles through the portal and unites them; therefore, in a cartoon series, the episodes would be solos split among them. (perhaps we also get the occasional episode featuring a non-F4 protagonist, such as Nega Steelbeak, or Nega Splatter Phoenix, or Nega Phineas Sharp or Nega Tuskernini. Nega Dr. Slug’s heroics are described in a glorious and awe-inspiring light, but never shown). Not every event in the show needs to match with an event in the Posiverse, and actually there are many incidents unique to the Negaverse despite having similar beats. But all of the big ones do mirror each other - these events are important for the characters, being origin stories and memorable episodes and the like. Quackerjack and Negaduck go up against some kind of immortal emotion-eating clown spirit, Gigawatt and Negaduck share beginnings, Bushroot saves Christmas, Negaduck obtains Gosalyn and Launchpad.

Secondly, there needs to be conflict. As a meta rule, Negaduck always wins the war, but, ... Negaduck isn’t always around. Negaduck considers the “Friendly Freaks” a bunch of sorry overused jokes and beneath his notice and care, same as every “so-called hero” in the city; and while he does sparingly show up to stomp the ants flat for fun, he usually just lets his cronies do it - because remember, Launchpad is not the only pawn he has; he has fingers in every villainous pie on the continent, maybe the whole world if we’re counting the power he has through Nega Scrooge. So while the F4 don’t manage to beat Negaduck, they do manage to win smaller battles, usually involving saving something or someone that Negaduck wouldn’t think of precisely because he doesn’t put value in it (a great example would be Gosalyn, although her rescue happens after the formation of the F4). Many of these episodes end bittersweet. There are also episodes focused entirely on S.H.U.S.H. and F.O.W.L., which often feature Steelbeak and Gigawatt against various S.H.U.S.H. agents. Negaduck isn’t in these episodes because he isn’t interested in working for anyone; whether or not that makes him and S.H.U.S.H. rivals remains to be seen.

[phantomarts]

Up to shenanigans as usual.

@askbananapie