#Geese Tower

[shalpilot]

workin on adding more just… fun traits to Yesui. she has an interest in technology that started in The First- since she wasn’t there for the CT raids she has a little more freedom than someone like Kiril who could absolutely put two and two together.

[futuramaaddict]

Decided to practice drawing chibi characters for the first time in 7 years and since I love LOTR, I decided to draw our four favourite hobbits in the fellowship.

(My personal favourite drawing is Merry and Pippin, Merry looks so adorable 😍)

I will try drawing the others (i.e. Gandalf the grey, Aragorn, Gimley, Legolas, etc) next!!!

[alfareria]

From walks in April & May

[99orphans]

guys, i just had the most amazing idea

[quartztwst]

Wedding in the Clouds! (TWST Fan-Event) (CLOSED)

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💕💕 I finally finished this fan-event for my 3k followers celebration!

Summary of the event:

On one fine day, you recieve a wedding invitation from a mysterious someone named Dione. It says to be a wedding for Azul and QUARTZ?! Wait, don’t they hate eachoth- SUDDENLY, a bright light from the invitation blinds your eyes and you end up on a soft, fluffy cloud. Voices of other people groaning and waking up is heard too. It seems like other students from NRC were also transported here.. But why?

A light pink skinned lady grabs all of the students attention and announces that you all are wedding guests. She introduces herself as Dione, one of the most powerful mages in Twisted Wonderland. Dione’s attitude was very sweet yet it was very conscending like she was running some sort of workplace. Behind her was Quartz and Azul chained by vines from the cloud beneath everyone. They seemed to react accordingly as Quartz was shouting profanties and throwing a whole fit while Azul was trying to focus on the fact he was being embarrassed in front of a quarter of NRC but Quartz’s outburst was irritating him.

As they were taken away, Dione explained to everyone they were to forcibly help set the wedding up for the bride and groom with her bird minions. If anyone refuses, they will be thrown off from the clouds or forced into a prison made of vines. WIth a quick flick of her hand, everyone’s clothes were suddenly changed into wedding attire.

Once Dione left, the students started to split up and find a way to crash the wedding, but not for Quartz and Azul. The thing was…

THEY HAD A DAY OFF TODAY and who wants to spend it on a stupid wedding? They had plans!

Event Information:

There are 4 different operations going on at the same time to ruin the wedding because a lot of the students disagreed in which way to take this. You have an option to draw your OC in which ever operation!!

It looks like from the background that the place has no buildings but there are plenty made by Dione:

A building for the cake and food <- ran by geese

A place for the Bride to get ready in

A place for the Groom to get ready in

Dione’s place located on a cloud that is higher than the other clouds so she can watch over yall

A place where the decorations and necessities for the wedding are being delivered by doves, pelicans, storks <- they are also not weak, they dont play. they will fight back if disrupted)

and then the wedding atlar which is just the background it’s outside so its just the resting area

Quartz’s dress, Bride’s Tower, and delivery birds

Operation 1: Ruin the Wedding

Led by Idia. Objective is to ruin the wedding like destroying the cake, decorations, finding Dione’s weakness, ruining the whole set up, exploding shit idk

Description of the attire: Wedding outfits with a bit of technology accessories by Idia Shroud himself. (the leech twins have one ear bud in but i didn’t draw their ears in detail..) You can get creative with the tech accessories

Operation 2: Save the Bride

Led by my MC/Yuu and Grim (you can also add ur Yuus/Mcs in too!!). Objective is to sneak past the geese guards and save Quartz to stop the wedding.

Description of the attire: Wedding outfit is fine !! but you can get creative with it like “oh heh.. im the maid and uhhh quartz shat herself and i need to help her so let me in” or smth 😭😭😭

Operation 3: Do Nothing/Other

Basically you do nothing. Led by nobody lol. What’s your OC’s objective for doing nothing? Do they want to see the wedding? Do they not care enough because it might be over anyways? Is there no hope?

I didn’t draw anyone here bc it’ll be just wedding attire 😭😭

Operation 4: Steal the Groom

This is for all my Azul likers heh.

Since Azul and Quartz are being rushed to get ready, a lot of clothes are being thrown out and sent back in the boxes laying around so why not reuse them? Maybe you can use it to ruin the wedding and steal Azul’s heart awayy once they’re done dressing him up…..

Description of the Attire: Wedding Bride or Groom outfitss hehee

Rules:

NO weird outfits that sexualizes OCs

Use the tag #WedCloudEvent or tag me if you make a post of this event!!

Please be respectful to everyone’s OCs

You can also draw other TWST characters here if you want!!

Have fun!!

Here’s the background for your OCs!!

List of OCs/Characters:

Operation 1: Ruin the Wedding -

Idia Shroud

Floyd Leech

Jade Leech

Moch by @thatsadguymochi

Daphne by @pomevinelle

Yuya by @cheerleaderman

Akshara by @twistedtalestory

Alastor by @chaotic-snow

Yvonne by @juchioris

Kogane by @kogane-twst

Dimitrios by @twsted-void

Cupid by @nivvetsworld

Neuvins by @lapinhearts

Riddle (design by @lapinhearts)

Airinniz by @hanizmiyu

Kozakura Yuuka by @hanizmiyu

Nyx by @blackcat101

Viva by @evexe

Operation 2: Save the Bride -

My Yuu/MC

Grim

Silly by @sillybillymillyrilly

Silver (design by @0ann3 )

Yu (Yuri Takeba) by @0ann3

Loralyn by @chizramue

Mizuki by @sherryclover

Starr by @astral-pr0jecti0n

Xenon by @w0nd3rhoy

Yuubeni by @bunniehunn

Superstar! And Yuu By @imafrealinrainbow478484

Yukitaka by @yumaandyukitaka

Aki by @rinxleona

Rui by @rinxleona

Pluto by @teddyandmochi

Operation 3: Do Nothing/Other -

AJ by @karamatsuboy-aj

Oisín by @xen-blank

Mama Hua by @lafashionlsta

Yuuko by @silkkorchid

Soul by @twistedplayer16

Operation 4: Steal the Groom -

Rémy by @ranas-twisted-wonderland

Ayesha by @iluvmusicxoxo

Yuura by @a-z-rie-l

Alice by @sinjaangels

Djyuu by @djchik

ANYWAYS this is just an event I made out of my ass HELFP im sorry if theres a whole bunch of holes here 😭😭 and Idia and the Tweels outfits are SUPER SLOPPY so I can’t wait to see how everyone else makes their OCs’ outfits prettier also Quartz and Azul do not like each other here so be free to do anything lol

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💕💕💕🎉🎉🎉🎉

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

Simple Joys

An 'It's Who We Have' Oneshot

Summary: after a few months, Billy ventures outside of London to feel somewhat normal, and brings her along for the ride | Word Count: 2k~ | Warnings: just fluffy

A/N: my boyf took me to goose fair to cheer me up and I couldn't help but think of my favourite pair 😭

When she thought of her life in London, the first word that came to mind was busy. Always busy. Rubbing shoulders with people everywhere you go, fighting for your life running around tourists and least of all the incessant beeps of rowdy taxis and weaving out the way of electric bikes.

So the first thing she thought when Billy said he wanted to take her up to Nottingham one cold October evening, she thought it might be the same.

And yes, while there was a certain hustle and bustle about the place, it was like a breath of fresh air. Billy had been uncharacteristically quiet since they left London, a small, secretive smile on his lips as he glanced around the familiar city centre.

With their hands linked, fingers intertwined, she caught him looking at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. His hair pushed slightly to his forehead from the hat he was wearing to cover his ears from the chill. Equally, she was grateful for the thick scarf around her neck. The midlands was bitterly cold.

“What you looking so happy about, eh?”

Billy shrugged, his arm moving to casually drape over her shoulders. “Just excited to show you a bit of my world. You’re always dragging me to your fancy London spots, figured it’s my turn now.”

He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. “You ever heard of the Goose Fair?”

She furrowed her brows at him, half amused, “assuming there are no geese involved?”

Billy chuckled, his breath warm against her ear. "Not a single one, surprisingly," he said with a smirk. "Over 700 years, and not a goose in sight. But I promise, it’s a hell of a lot more fun than it sounds. Rides, games, all the dodgy fair food you can handle."

She grinned, shaking her head. "You really know how to sell it, Billy."

He walked in front of her, the Council House coming into view behind him as he walked backwards. He seemed so aloof that she couldn't help that warm fluttery feeling in her stomach. “Proper day out with the locals.”

She found herself smiling, excited not just for the fair, but for the chance to see this side of Billy, the carefree, playful part of him that rarely had a chance to surface.

As they approached the Goose Fair, the air thickened with the scents of sugary doughnuts, frying onions, and the rich aroma of caramelised popcorn. The sound of distant screams from the towering rides mixed with the low hum of chatter from families, couples, and groups of friends wandering the packed fairgrounds. Bright lights blinked from every direction, illuminating the sprawling rides, food stalls, and game booths, all surrounded by the hustle and bustle of one of the oldest fairs in the country.

Billy’s hand found hers, squeezing it gently as he pulled her through the crowds, using his body as a sort of meat shield. 

“First things first,” he beamed, his tone playful, “you’ve got to try the mushy peas.”

“I’m fairly certain I’ve tried mushy peas, Billy,” she laughed, raising an eyebrow. But she didn’t protest as Billy led her toward a food stall, handing over a few coins in exchange for a steaming polystyrene cup, thankful then for her thick gloves.

"You’ve got to have mushy peas," Billy said, holding out a forkful with a grin. "It’s a Goose Fair tradition."

She eyed the peas suspiciously, then sighed and took the bite, trusting his enthusiasm. As the taste hit her, her eyes widened in surprise, and she froze mid-chew. “It’s minty?!” 

Billy burst out laughing at her reaction, barely holding the fork steady. “You should see your face.”

She shook her head, still processing, blinking at him with amusement. “I was not prepared for that at all.”

"Hey," Billy said, feigning offence, "this is fine dining where I’m from. Just wait until I get you on one of the rides after all this. You'll be thanking me when you’re dizzy and full of carbs.”

She laughed it off at the time, but Billy was not joking. And as they stepped up to the dodgems, she realised she might’ve underestimated him.

The ride roared to life, and within seconds, Billy’s eyes gleamed with the mischievous focus of a man on a mission. He gripped the wheel, glancing at her with a wicked grin. "Hold on tight," he warned, just as they lurched forward.

She barely had time to register what was happening before Billy veered sharply, locking his sights on a pair of unsuspecting kids in a bright red car. He slammed their car from the side with a cackle, sending them spinning. “Got 'em!” he shouted triumphantly.

“Billy!” she gasped, wide-eyed and laughing at the same time. “You’re going after children!”

He only smirked in response, dodging another car and steering straight for a teenager who had been too cocky behind the wheel. “No mercy,” he muttered, tapping the accelerator.

She gripped the side of the car, laughing through her protests. “I thought you’d be... I don’t know, charmingly bad at this or something.”

It was so so nice to see Billy happy. Carefree. No furrowed brow or distant gaze, no shadow of the weight they'd been carrying for so long. Just him, fully in the moment, grinning like a kid between lovesick glances. For so long, they had been in survival mode. From that horrific day at Cranstead Fields to the fallout that followed, every step had been a fight to just stay afloat. But today… today, it felt like they were finally catching their breath.

It was strange to think it had only been that July it happened. It felt like a lifetime between then and now. She couldn’t help but smile as she watched him laugh, a thick swallow of emotion easing her shoulders, his whole body relaxed in a way that had been rare to see. He was healing. They were healing.

Her heart swelled at the sound of it, his laugh, unguarded and free.

It was here, she thought with amusement, that he had a competitive streak, something rarely seen in any of his interactions back in London. And she saw the twinkle in his eyes reignite as they stopped by a ring-toss game booth. “Right,��� he said, rolling up his sleeves, “time to win you something.”

She shot him a sceptical look, arms crossed. “Billy, these games are rigged.”

He smirked, grabbing a ring with a confident twirl. “Maybe for the average bloke,” he said, winking at her.

His confidence was admirable, and the first few attempts were predictably off-target, much to her amusement. But Billy, determined not to be outdone, narrowed his eyes and focused, launching the final ring with precision. It sailed through the air and landed perfectly on the peg, causing the stall worker to give a resigned, tight-lipped smile.

“All right, mate,” the worker said, handing Billy a tiny plush toy shaped as a goose. “She’s yours.”

Billy turned to her, a wide grin spreading across his face as he held out the stuffed goose. “Told you I’d win something.”

As the night wound down, they found themselves standing in front of a massive ride, The Stargazer, a swinging chair ride that took riders high up into the sky, offering a breathtaking view of the fair and the city beyond.

“Up for one more ride before we call it a night?” he asked, already knowing her answer.

They strapped in a loveseat, and soon, the ride lifted them high into the cool evening sky. As they soared through the air, the fair spread out beneath them like a sea of twinkling lights, the city glowing softly in the distance. For a moment, it was just the two of them, floating above it all, the wind whipping through their hair.

Billy looked over at her as his hand slid around her waist, his heart swelling with something that felt both terrifying and exhilarating. The glow of the lights reflected in her eyes, and for a moment, everything else disappeared, the past, the chaos, the danger. It was just her, the night, and this feeling.

“I’m glad we came,” he said softly, his voice almost lost in the wind. “It’s nice, having something… normal.”

She smiled, leaning into him, her head resting on his shoulder. “Yeah, it is. We deserve this.”

He let the words settle between them, a quiet acknowledgment of everything they’d been through. Now, here they were, sharing something simple, something normal, like a ride under the stars. And somehow, that made it feel even more precious.

Billy pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “We do.”

They were drunk on the night, on each other, intoxicated by the simple joy of being together, of having survived so much and still finding this lightness in the world.

“I can’t believe you took me to a fair,” she murmured, glancing up at him with a soft smile. “It feels like a dream. And you! Driving like a maniac on the dodgems?”

Billy chuckled, his grip around her tightening as he kissed the top of her head. “Hmm…impressed though?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Yes, baby, consider me thoroughly impressed.”

The path they walked together slowly became quieter, pulling them into a quieter, more suburban part of town, where they'd be staying with Billy's Aunty and Uncle for the weekend.

“You think your Auntie Jean will still be awake?” she asked, stifling a yawn as they approached the house.

Billy grinned. “Oh, she’ll be waiting up. Probably with tea and biscuits, knowing her.”

Sure enough, as they approached the front door, a soft light flickered in the window, and the smell of something sweet drifted out from the house. For a short moment he refrained from knocking on the front door, and simply held her beneath the dim glow of the porch light.

With a quiet exhale, Billy reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, cold from the night but warming under his touch. Her breath hitched slightly as his thumb traced along her jawline, and she felt the warmth bloom in her chest, the kind that only he could stir.

It reminded her of the time he'd kissed her in Cranstead Fields that summery evening. Except this time, she doubted he tasted like WKD.

He gently tucked a strand of windblown hair behind her ear, his hand lingering as his thumb grazed her skin. Her cheeks tingled, not from the cold, but from the tenderness in his touch, the quiet love that had been growing between them for so long.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Billy’s voice was low, barely above a whisper, but the sincerity in his words hit her like a wave.

She felt her heart skip as she met his gaze, her hand sliding up to rest against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. How alive he felt. “Only when you look at me like that.”

Billy’s smile widened, and without a word, he leaned in, pressing his forehead gently to hers, their noses brushing. His breath mingled with hers, and for a moment, they stood there, wrapped in their quiet intimacy.

“I’m so lucky,” he whispered, his lips brushing hers as he spoke, the words carrying a weight that made her heart swell.

And then, softly, tenderly, he kissed her. It wasn’t rushed or urgent, but slow and full of all the hardship they’d carried through every moment, every challenge. It was a kiss that promised something real, something lasting.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads still resting together, both of them breathing softly, she smiled, her eyes sparkling with quiet joy.

“Let’s go inside. Get warm,” she whispered, though neither of them seemed in any rush.

Billy grinned, his thumb tracing her cheek one last time before he reached for the door. "Yeah," he said softly, still holding her close. “After you, baby.”

The warmth hit their bones instantly, and even past the incessant questions from Auntie Jean between offers of cups of tea and something to nibble on, she and Billy would meet eyes across the room, and it would still manage to make her blush the way he looked at her.

There was no need for words. This kind of love, friendship, everything, had no need for declarations. Just the simple, undeniable truth that they were meant to be here, together.

...

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[brandwhorestarscream]

One of Optimus Prime’s favorite things about Earth were it’s roads.

Not the ones in their giant cities, with their endless flashing lights and contradictory signs and eight-way intersections that turned the whole debacle into a confusing cacophony of blaring horns and angry shouting voices. They looked like a giant mess of tangled wires when viewed from afar, and he didn't enjoy having to pass through them. He doubted anyone did. They made him miss the spontaneously forming and vanishing roads coasting through Cybertron’s open air cities, and just made him appreciate the interstates of the Midwest even more.

Bumblebee had referred to them as eerie, once, but he thoroughly enjoyed them. They were, for the most part, laid in perfect straight lines and stretched endlessly toward the horizon in an endless flat plane. You could drive along them and not see another person for hours at a time, and hardly have to adjust yourself more than a couple inches to remain squarely within the boundary lines. It was beautiful, the roads often framed with thick, towering trees or wide open, sprawling fields of flowers. Sometimes the road would pass over a river, and he could catch a passing glimpse of the deer stopping for a drink, or the seasonal cranes standing in their elegant, one-legged stances. It was peaceful in a way that was entirely unique to this planet: past the paved roads the wild stretched quietly into the eternity, and he knew every square inch was packed full of life, everything from tiny microorganisms to the swaths of buzzing insects in their hives to the fish darting amongst the ponds’ clear waters. And despite their innumerable presences, it was somehow quiet. Everything living together in a delicate harmony chiselled out by millions of years of evolution: he could hardly think of anything more soothing than driving silently alongside their simple existences and letting them pass by.

He often retreated to this particular interstate when he needed to think. Or relax. Or perhaps when he couldn't recharge. Or… perhaps, even when he wanted to selfishly indulge in his animal-spotting habit. Tonight was not one of those nights: though nights on earth could be just as lively during the day, there was less to see on the interstate under nothing but the moon’s light, and even that was gone tonight. It was a bare sliver in the sky: tomorrow would be a new moon, if he had to guess. But it hardly mattered, because he wasn't here to count how many geese and groundhogs he saw.

It was two hours past midnight, his chronometer supplied. Had he really been driving for five hours? It was so easy to lose track of time out here… he had originally set out because his thoughts wouldn’t settle down and refused to let him fall into recharge. He'd settled into the comfort of cruise control and zoned out, body on autopilot as he sunk deep into his mind. There was always so much to consider, so much that needed to be done, but he'd definitely been too indulgent. He really should begin the return back to base.

Ratchet was going to scold him. He could hear his amica now, ranting about sleep deprivation and self-sabotaging idiots. Part of him wondered if he could be lucky enough to convince Ratchet that he hadn't been out all night, that he hadn't driven several hundred miles away from the base and that his return at nearly 7 a.m. was a return from an early morning drive, not an all-nighter cross-country jaunt.

Probably not. He was definitely going to get an earful for this. With any luck, Megatron wouldn't start the morning with Primus-knows-what and he could have a nap. He could get through a day without a good night's recharge, he'd done it before, but it wasn’t ideal.

Alright. Time to head back. He just needed to find an exit to transfer to the other side. He could just go across the median, but he had respect for human road laws.

It's so dark, he can barely see. So far deep in the country, there's an utter lack of reflective signage or streetlights. His high beams are plenty enough to let him navigate, but he can't see far into the distance. The next exit could be miles and miles away. He's tempted to just swerve across and do a swift turn around, it would be easy.

…Primus, he can just stand up and step over, can't he? And when did he accelerate? He's more tired than he thought. His body is so eager at the idea of returning home to sleep he had sped up, and now he's going nearly 15 miles over the speed limit. 90 miles in an earth hour doesn't seem like much ground to cover at all, but to the delicate humans who had made these rules with their own fragility in mind, this speed is dangerous.

He needs to slow down.

The road is choked with towering coniferous trees thicker than his arm, and without warning, something bursts out of them on all fours and leaps out in front of him.

He doesn't even have time to engage his breaks.

Optimus plows into it at exactly 92 miles an hour. They collide with incredible force and he can't help the startled cry that leaps from his vocalizer. His windshield cracks grandly and pain flares across it from end to end. He slams his brakes and there's the horrible squeal of tires on asphalt: he feels rubber ripping and a white hot burning sensation crops up in half a dozen places.

The thing he hit goes flying with a loud clamor, travelling a wide, low arc over the ground for nearly 20 feet before hitting the pavement with such force it bounces on impact and rolls several times before coming to an abrupt stop.

The Prime transforms and pops up onto his feet, running for several paces to work off the momentum, hissing in pain.

The night is still and silent once again. His spark is hammering so harshly in his chassis that he can feel the pulse all the way from the tips of his audial fins to the very ends of his fingers. Pain aches all across his body, and it makes him stumble as he hurries to flick on all of his lights to see what he hit.

It wasn't organic, he was sure of that. He had had… a few unfortunate accidents during his time on earth. Twice had a deer suddenly leapt into his path with no hope of avoiding it, and once a very unfortunate skunk had been hidden by rain and reflective asphalt until it was too late. All three had left him tearful and sparkbroken, and no amount of, “It wasn't your fault, it wasn't anyone's fault.” from Ratchet could make him feel better.

But organics had a specific feel. Even the compact ones like deer were warm. Yielding. Soft. This felt like driving into a solid wall. Was it a fellow cybertronian? It didn't feel quite like metal either, but what else could it be?

He sweeps his lights around in search of spilled energon and the victim, servos still shaking from the adrenaline pumping through him.

The road is splattered, both lanes speckled like someone had recklessly thrown an entire can of paint.

It's red.

Optimus's spark sinks. Oh, no.

He takes a step forward, toward where the unidentified heap is laying in the road a few paces ahead. He's not sure what kind of animal it was, but considering the amount of blood and how dented he feels, it was something big. Something hefty. He swallows and pans his light up, trying to steel himself for the horrible mess. He'll have to clean it up, can't leave it in the middle of the road-

The Prime freezes, optics going wider than they ever have.

There, laying prone in the road, is First Aid.

Or at least, it's supposed to be First Aid. It's plastic, that's the first thing he notices. It's white and red plastic, sculpted to perfectly mimic a cybertronian. It's little more than a torso now: both legs had been severed at the knees, one arm completely ripped off and the other snapped at the elbow. It's helm lolls, optics closed. The face has been shreded thoroughly from being tossed across the asphalt, and there are several chunks missing or broken off, acorss it's sides and tummy and shoulders.

And it's bleeding.

It's laying in a large puddle of blood, red, organic blood.

“By the Allspa-”

It moves.

Suddenly, the body jerks, convulsing for a moment and optics flying open. Optimus recoils in horror when he sees that they aren't optics. They're eyeballs, fleshy organic eyeballs with visible veins and shrunken pupils, darting around in a panic and squinting against his light. He can see a burst blood vessel in one, for the area that should be white is all red.

It makes a wet gurgling noise, as if… as if choking on it's own blood. Optimus feels nauseous, and frozen. He can't move. He tries, but his pedes are welded to the ground.

What is that?!

It crackles and wheezes, making a sound almost like a child's crying heard through a walkie-talkie. It jerks, lurches, and somehow, it heaves itself onto it's side, then onto it's belly. On it's back, there’s something carved into the plastic, what looks to be some human company logo, but Optimus barely registers it. The creature's remaining stub arm tries to drag it away, across the road, grunting desperately and eyes wild as it wriggles like a worm to move. It makes it maybe 3 or 4 feet, painting a streak of bright red on the asphalt, before it collapses and goes limp.

Dead.

All at once, reality slams into him and he's unstuck. He scrambles over to the… corpse, dry heaving and audials ringing, beginning to feel dizzy. He scans it, and it's warm. Too warm to be out this late at night and maintain this temperature without an internal heat source. Still shaking, he swallows and very, very carefully flips it over. It's eyes are still wide open, but now glassy and staring into the abyss.

It's definitely supposed to be First Aid. He may be panicked but he's sure of it. The shape of it's helm and the rest of it's body, the color placements, even the position of his medic symbols. All that's missing is the visor, but if the jagged blue piece of plastic embedded in their cheek is any indication, it had been broken on impact.

And it's still bleeding.

...

Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4

And that's a wrap on this... prologue? One shot? No idea lmao. Press f for Optimus, he's not having a good time. I hope you enjoyed! Anyone want a continuation, you know what to do. Ask for it and we'll see where it takes us. Any guesses as to what he's just stumbled upon? 🤭

[atiny-for-life]

Ateez's Full Storyline Explained - BONUS

Masterlist

WORK

Based on the GOLDEN HOUR Intro which was released prior to the first teasers and is all about Atiny and Ateez's journey thus far, plus the lack of storyline queues in the music video itself, I believe this is one of those instances where the MV simply falls outside the storyline, much like Turbulence and The Real

I believe this time, it's because they were invited to Coachella and simply didn't have as much time to prepare for the album and get access to the sets they'd need to tell the story visually the way they wanted to which is something I talked about more here

However, let's still dive in and dig up some easter eggs and other fun little moments strewn throughout the video so we can appreciate it better!

Kicking things off is "maknae on top" Jongho buried in the dirt, playing the flute (which sounds like a clarinet) while the others stand around him, four out of seven holding spades and shovels

And it's not just that they felt justified in burying him with extra holes for his hands so he could play the flute, they also felt the need to do it right outside a motel in the middle of the desert

Giving the meaning of this album, this starting from a dirt-hole in the dessert setting could be a reference to Pirate King and Treasure which were both shot in the dessert way back when

If that's the case, it'd also make the red car more meaningful since Yunho also had one during Wave

From here, we move on to a roadside diner/shack situation where our boys are working the counter, preparing counterfeit money burgers

Inside, we can see a bunch of Ateez's awards (bragging rights), including a MAMA award, the Billboard #1 plaque and more, with TYUdeongi and Mito (the two little plushs) front and center

Next up, we've got Seonghwa rolling into town on an ostrich, carrying the flags of some of the countries they visited during last year's world tour while Yunho, San, and Yeosang are counting their money and drinking around a table outside the motel

The next clips show us Yunho reading a burning newspaper with the headline proclaiming something along the lines of "Anonymous Philanthropists Change [...]", likely referencing all the money they've been handing out at their diner

The scene is accompanied by the lyrics "Breaking News popping up no matter where I go" which is very reminiscent of 'Matz'

Wooyoung's vibing outside with a Mariachi band and Flamenco dancers (don't ask me why... I guess they're having a Latin American phase right now - let's see if they end up fluent in Spanish or Portuguese some time soon)

Up in the mountains, we've got them mining for gold far away from any visible mining shafts, and singing about geese laying golden eggs in Spanish (giving Aesop's Fable), followed by a line about building towers 24/7 in Korean (giving Billionaires' Row in Manhattan) before San eats the gold nugget he'd been holding (the effects of eating gold are not well studied, please do not attempt at home)

Next, we've got Yeosang cutting out counterfeit money with a large pair of scissors (we're already struggling with inflation, put those scissors down) while singing about being an introvert

He's in the same office Yunho was in earlier when he was reading the burning newspaper (I'm glad the place didn't burn down)

Moving on, we've got Mingi in the parking lot dressed very Willy Wonka-esque (Gene Wilder version)

He's sporting two pins on his coat - one which looks like a painter's palette and the other looking like a cross, somewhat reminiscent of the Maltese Cross (shoutout to Malta, I feel like no one ever talks about you) or the Iron Cross (popular in early 20th century Prussia)

Everyone's partying, it's raining counterfeit money, we've got car hydraulics in the back (it's been 70 years, I didn't think these were still popular) and our Flamenco dancers are back before we cut to Jongho in his hole, and back to Seonghwa on his ostrich which is now joined by some very talented, head bobbing, CGI chickens

Moving on, we find Hongjoong dancing in another parking lot, surrounded by his members and some strangers on golden bikes, all wearing sunglasses

In the lyrics, he's referencing The Real which strongly matches the vibe they're going for in this sequence, both in terms of costumes and with the general setting

Within the same rap verse, we also see Hongjoong in first parking lot where Wonka-Mingi was kicking off the party earlier

Here, he's dancing with two kids in costume (a chicken and a wrestler), while looking super delighted, just all around happy to be here, much like the guy on the bike we can see in the back (it's very wholesome)

We briefly cut away to a shot of a lone massive golden egg stranded on a deserted hill surrounded by some dry shrubs. Keep it in mind. We'll come back to it later.

Back in the office, Yeosang's happy with his robot chicken (Brian) which seems to be capable of laying golden eggs, going by the tall stack of them presented on his desk

While Yeosang's hogging the office, Yunho's off in some basement, taking the term "money laundering" far too literally as he pulls a stack of bills from a washing machine

Seonghwa, once again on his ostrich, now enters a gas station where Wooyoung fills up the bird by inputting a fuel pump in its side. We can now definitively confirm that this alternate universe is weird as hell.

Moving on to a miniature city, we've got our two main rappers attacking a money-monster with some ray guns ( because, on this ship, we're anti-capitalism)

They're wearing fur coats to match the lyrics, which may also be a throwback to Say My Name

Returning to the diner, we've got Jongho building a money burger abomination with some added CDs because, clearly, that's his favorite breakfast

And over in the kitchen, we've got head chef Hongjoong cooking up some hellfire concoction which is literally on fire but he doesn't care - he's still just making a noot-noot face and giving us a straightforward reference to Bouncy by cutting in some more green chili peppers

Honorable mention to Mingi's GTA reference

From there, we get some shots of Ateez gathered around the camera (Don't Stop End Credits style), a short scene of Seonghwa in the hydraulic car, many people's favorite clip of half-topless San twisting a valve or something near some desert oil rigs, and more, before we finally move on to Jongho in front of a food truck

The truck seems to go hand-in-hand with Ateez's roadside dinner since it also offers their famed money burgers

Next, we've got Yunho and Yeosang carefully watching an extra large golden egg in their office

After a few more super quick scenes flash by, it begins to crack before we return to the lone massive golden egg in the desert we saw earlier which now busts open and out pops Seonghwa

There are some Korean folktales about men being born from eggs, all of them rulers which were used to keep the myth alive that kings were picked by a higher power, not born the conventional way - I assume that's what's being referenced here

[miriammctroi]

Marauders Fairy Tale Series

I have many more fairy tale Ideas for my "Once Upon a Time on the Marauders Map" Series inspired by Fairy Tales (mostly Grimm)

And would like to put the next stories up for a vote - read details on a few ideas (for the lesser-known fairy tales) below the poll <3

The Six Servants Regulus is declared the most beautiful creature on earth & has thus been tried to kill, marry, violate, or set up with princesses his whole life, even by his own mother. Sirius is very protective of him and when he becomes king he gives each suitor an impossible task, and should they not solve it, they are put to death. James, Regulus's guard, has been in a secret love affair with him for 3 years. When James finally requests Regulus's hand in marriage, he expects to be exempt from the trials. Instead, he has to solve three. He meets 6 servants who help him so he may finally marry Regulus.

The Goose Girl Remus is betrothed to a prince from another kingdom: Sirius. On his way to his groom, his servant, Snape, takes over his identity. Remus becomes the goose boy at the castle, hearing geese with James, a friend of the prince. Sirius is intrigued by the Goose Boy and disappointed with the false prince. Remus is not allowed to tell him his true identity, so James and Sirius must scheme to make him confess his story.

The Sold Princess Marlene wants to be a miner in the mine where her grandfather had worked. Disguised as a boy, she travels there but finds the mine shut off. She goes to the Duke of the land, trying to find out why it was shut off. On the way, she meets the duke's children: Dorcas and Avery, as bandits try to kidnap them. Marlene pretends to be the feared mountain spirit and rescues the daughter. She sends the siblings on their way, but Avery has sold his sister, so she gets kidnapped anyway. As Marlene reached the duke, Avery accused her of being one of the kidnappers. Marlene escapes and finds Dorcas and the other slaves in a bandit's camp. She frees them and she and Dorcas go on their way back to the duke. They get into a fight when Marlene reveals her suspicion that it was Dorcas's brother who had sold her. (I don't really like the story, but I watched the movie and was so angry that the women didn't kiss at the end after literally spending a night in each other's arms???? I'd just type down the movie script and make them kiss, sorry.)

Rapunzel Not Tangled. Rapunzel. Tower. Prince finds her. Does not come out (though in some modern movies she does). They have sex in the tower and the witch finds out because the dresses are too small. Prince is blinded. Rapunzel gets banished into a desert and when the prince finds them has had twins. Rapunzel. Not Tangled. Rapunzel = Regulus Witch / Gothel = overprotective Sirius Prince = James

Little Red Riding Hood Sirius is not a child in this but in his 20s. He goes into the forest to meet his grandmother and is warned of the wolf which may corrupt and seduce (=halfbloods, muggleborns etc). He meets Remus, not a wolf at this point. They talk and Sirius falls in love on the way, not knowing that he is a wolf. It is night and the full moon has risen by the time he gets to his grandmother, she is dead and the wolf is there, clearly hurt and battle worn. Sirius locks the beast into a room. The next morning, he sees that the wolf has turned back into Remus. He tells him that he had been walking by and the grandmother had attacked him for being a half-blood etc. Sirius tends to his wounds and they bury the grandmother. And they stay at the cabin for a week (as he was supposed to stay with the grandmother for a week). They fall in love and sleep with each other. The red cap is broken. Sirius tries to bring Remus home with him to convince his family that not all wolves are bad

[bluebirdlester]

wdapteo thoughts

the way phil brings up phurtis LESS THAN A MINUTE INTO THE VIDEO is so unnerving. get out of my house !!!!!!

dan telling us that there were not poppers at their new years eve party. Okay

geese ball

only emo fringe and phlonde have ever existed ? whatever you say babygirl

i weep for the never to be unearthed texts like this sent during the closet years

"i went to post something and you were scared cause i disappeared" :| im normal

i love supersiezer's minecraft edits cause these two himbos dont know shit about minecraft

"spoonbill" "chunk" "you brew" as a bird autism haver what are you saying about her

omg i know her!!!!!!!!!!

TEXT ME MURDER?

phil is so me i love a coat i love a jacket

literally on my priv masto account LAST WEEK i made the "someone you know is a dan and phil fan" meme my pinned

roblox (exploding boar head) is everything to me

context absolutely makes the abs (APPARENTLY FROM A FETISH SITE) way fucking worse

the fucking jockstrap..... dan you cant you coudlnt possibly you cant you wouldnt I WAS IN ROW 5 YOU CANT

god i love roller coasters. hes just like me fr i would also try to make phil do the scary drop tower

need to cross reference this with tour dates but i cba rn

(phil about the dullet) shes beautiful

us: climbing the walls. phil: your "package" "came" in the "male"

[jattendschaton]

People not from Boston might not realize the MFA replacing the Louvre means we now get 8ft tall metal baby heads to watch Alya almost get sacrificed

Marinette and Adrien ate a croissant at Dunkin once. It wasn't magical like Hot Dog Dan's hot dog. Their opinion of Dunkin is since very bad, and they made sure to give Dunkin a very bad opinion review on Google 🥴

GO TO BED EMSY 😡

Marinette and Adrien are pro-Dunkin!!!!!!

[sprintingowl]

Pay What You Want TTRPG Bundle II

From June 12 2024 to July 10 2024 the PWYWII Bundle is running!

It's got titles from across the indie space, covering fantasy, scifi, horror, fencing, snails, mechs, tower defense, fishing, geese, and more!

And it's all available at any price you'd like (please currency only we cannot accept auguries, tamed spirits, or orbital laser timeshares.)

There's 78 TTRPGs total, including my tactical merchant action rpg Leadbellies. Grab them all at the link below.

[rist-ix]

This is a really stupid question considering everything that's going on in the story but... Did Valtor had any kind of care and attention when he was tidying up Bloom's space?

It's possible he just picked the highest room in the highest tower and cleaned the place up... but HE'S SO OBSESSED WITH HER. And in my head, he thought of every little thing: -Each sheet and pillow is handpicked; -The chairs and table were ordered just for her; -The armchairs are padded with magic geese feathers, idk.

One day while Valtor is walking in the Palace, he sees a beautiful vase and takes it to her room and puts flowers in it. He does that twice a week with different little decorations.

HIM ASSEMBLING THE MENU OF FOODS THAT APPEARS FOR BLOOM, it's so stupid and so funny. He hires a nutritionist to put together a diverse sequence of dishes with all the necessary nutrients.

I think it would be kind of a way of his to deal with her absence, as he believed he **would** find her at some point, he always remembered to take care of her rooms until Bloom could enjoy everything he got for her.

"... he doesn't need to sleep, Darcy! He needs to decide if she would prefer tiramisu or something savory for afternoon tea on the wednesday of the second week!! It's urgent, what if he finds her now and this is not ready?!! unacceptable!!!" - Valtor, year one without Bloom.

Girlie you are basically QUOTING the corresponding To Know, To Want chapter at this point, you have NAILED him lmao!!!

Specifically, after he has his little long-awaited torture/interrogation date with Sky, he stops spiraling so much and basically recenters himself on the inevitability of Bloom's capture. Now that he doesn’t spend every waking moments in a prolonged panic attack, he can busy himself preparing for Bloom's arrival! It’s meditative, really. He's doing so well. He is so stable, now. If you touch any those hand-selected color-coordinated pillow cases he will eviscerate you, Stormy.

Before and after lol

[inexplicifics]

Goose trick time! Ciri invents or finds out about porch geese. She acquires said porch geese (most likely gets any of the mischievous new Witcher kids involved) and places them all throughout Kaer Morhen. Imagine seeing one of those on the very tippy top of a tower…or Geralt, Eskel, and Jaskier wake up to a porch goose staring at them.

There would be Much Screaming.

Probably also Much Honking, because you know she'd enchant them to make noise.

[dansnaturepictures]

Trip to north west England to visit WWT Martin Mere for my birthday 7th-9th January 2025

The photos from this trip in this set are of; views at Southport beach near where we stayed with the Pier and distantly Blackpool tower visible in the first shot, one of the main birds we went to Martin Mere to see Whooper Swans with Greylag Geese, Mallards, Shelducks and Coots, Black-tailed Godwit, Pochard, Reed Bunting, white deadnettle, Lapwing and a captive Ferruginous Duck in the collection at Martin Mere and a stunning Snow Bunting we felt so lucky to see on Southport Beach.

Other standout species seen on an amazing trip away included Pink-footed Geese and Marsh Harrier at Southport Beach and Martin Mere and Treecreeper a star of my young year, Great Spotted Woodpecker, Fieldfare, Ruff, Water Rail, Cetti's Warbler heard and seen which is my 100th bird of the year, red campion and cuckoo-pint leaves at Martin Mere. It was such a brilliant trip exploring Martin Mere a famous location I'd always wanted to visit (the sixth of the ten WWT reserves I've now visited) seeing wonderful wildlife and exploring an area I rarely had for wildlife watching before which is a very nice and wild area.

I wanted to reflect a bit more deeply on the captivating experience of observing the Whooper Swans and other birds at Martin Mere, especially when they feed the wild birds. Splendid swans, large and elegant, the sight of hundreds of Whooper Swans swimming around at feeding time was one to behold. It was addictive to watch these yellow and black billed wonders that barring the odd rare one dropping in we don’t get at home in the south as they charged through the water and powerful tussles broke out between birds. The Shelducks came to feed in numbers too, a sea of them at the water’s edge creating an exquisite continuous colourful scene, the wealth of Pink-footed Geese doing similar further back. Wigeons and Pochards of exotic organey colour, distinctive and intricately marked Pintails and Mallards delightful ducks to observe close by, with many Greylag Geese. On the waterside bank I relished pure and precious chances to see three handsome wading birds up close; Black-tailed Godwit, Ruff and Lapwing. The embracing sights and sounds of nature surrounded us to warm us in the cold on a fulfilling quintessential winter day in nature.