#I cut everything but the funny out

[beardedmrbean]

Le meme coin has going to the moon has arrived

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Names revealed and returned. (context)

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[kivaember]

i just wanted rusty to yell worm

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Rusty paid little notice to the PCA's System droning over the spaceport's failing network, its feminine voice rasping with static and its syllables stated with clinical flatness. He was more focused on his heart beating rabbit-fast in his chest, uncomfortably hot as his body came down from the adrenaline rush of going toe-to-toe with the PCA's most cutting-edge mech.

He'd grown too reliant on STEEL HAZE's nimbleness. The 'HC' he had fought had been just as nimble and precise, its feet never touching the ground as the gigantic boosters installed on its shoulders gave the mechanical impression of wings, elegant and authorative when combined with its sleek body.

He wouldn't be surprised if the PCA named those mechs 'Archangels' or something equally pretentious, Rusty thought darkly. Their cold guardians wielding burning blades of plasma, and cutting down the innocent sinners fighting to survive in a scorched eden, condemned for the simple sin of living.

"Tired," Rusty mumbled, realising the caustic poeticness of his own thoughts. He always did find his mind travelling in odd directions after a hard battle. "But at least that should be the end of it."

The PCA's System had finally shut up for once, leaving a ringing silence in its wake. Rusty cast a quick glance over his HUD, seeing nothing but the blinking blue dot of Raven's AC somewhere out of sight. The battlefield they had fought the HCs was a twisted maze of two collapsed warships, debris crafting towering walls of bent metal that threatened to topple over from a too-powerful gust of wind. Rusty's HUD indicated Raven was somewhere slightly elevated. On one of the crashed ships?

He activated their comms, wondering what Raven was up to. Maybe it was a little self-centred to point it out so bluntly, but after a successful shared sortie, Raven usually came gamboling up to him with a muted sort of eagerness. It was odd for him to simply wander off without (figuratively) saying a word.

"Hey, buddy," he said. "What're you-"

The ground trembled minutely, and a few of those towering metal walls shuddered warningly, their shrieks drowning out his words. Rusty tensed, but his HUD didn't indicate an artillery strike or an orbital bombardment. Tectonic activity, maybe? The Central Ice Fields were prone to devastating earthquakes every few years or so. They had caused the earth to swallow up more than a few old cities, the capital included.

Another tremble, more violent, and one metal wall collapsed with a tremendous crash. One of the shipwrecks started to peel apart as well, its broken skeleton causing the already split hill to fall away from the continuous vibrations.

"Buddy, we need to go," Rusty said, keeping his tone calm but threaded with a taut urgency. STEEL HAZE leapt upwards in a boost-assisted jump, and he chanced a glance towards Raven - seeing his AC standing atop of the sturdier shipwreck, staring East-Northeast.

"Buddy," he said again when Raven stayed in place. He made STEEL HAZE hover, a hint of impatience in his voice as the vibrations grew worse: "This place isn't tectonically safe. We need to-"

«Worm.»

What?

Rusty stared at that word blinking across his HUD in open bafflement. He opened his mouth slowly, wondering if the vibrations had Raven mistyped, and asked: "W-"

The ground exploded in a shower of frozen rock and cement, a metallic groan-shriek reverbing through the air in deafening volume. The snow that plumed upwards with the explosion created a brief obscuring haze, but it quickly thinned, revealling something huge- no, massive, towering, jet-black, rusting metal coated in permafrost, its flat head bending low towards them, a great, massive, unearthly-!

"Worm?!" Rusty blurted in disbelief, and was very nearly crushed as a result when said worm promptly bellyflopped at them.

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Later, far later, after the pang of terror at coming face to, err, face with an ancient C-Weapon capable of squashing him like an ant unintentionally had faded, and a sharper, colder fear at realising the entity was utterly impervious to any and all weaponry, Rusty was forced to sit in a dark meeting room with the other Vespers where they reviewed the Ice Worm's first appearance.

Forced to sit there, and listen to his past-self's high-pitched, comically startled shriek of "woRM?!?!" echo over his combat log's recording, as said worm aimed a deadly bellyflop his way.

He hadn't died, obviously... but it would've been one embarrassing way to die, in retrospect.

"...worm," Pater mumbled under his breath. A muted, not-quite titter rippled through the rest of the Vespers - sans Snail, of course - and Rusty had to fight the urge to sink low in his seat until he disappeared entirely underneath the table.

Would've been even more embarrassing to have 'worm' as his last word, though.

[anominous-user]

full versions of my de-sticked/hsr'ed version of triple threat

types + paths

[deus-ex-mona]

when the slowburn makes the ship extra cute~~~

[onlyasimp4nobody]

[miodiodavinci]

taking a break from working to say man. if the end up having to cut content to fit everything in 24 episodes, my favorite chapter of dungeon meshi is almost certainly getting cut skdjfhglj

[hauntingblue]

Last arcane episode ever..... here we fucking go....

[sylphwing]

pikmin funeral 🤧🤧

[averlym]

"careful, or i'll quote that"

[cctinsleybaxter]

I like how 90s parts of furiosa felt but they really had to include 'oh woah the badass warrior is actually a pretty lady with long flowing hair' like at least do a Mulan and have him fall in love with what he thinks is a weird twink.

[scramble-crossing]

My Incredibly Serious pitch for twew3 takes place around 10-15 years in the future where many of the protags have since settled down, gotten married, and had kids, most importantly Neku and Rindo, with three kids between them and their respective partners. All's well until one day, through some good 'ol fashioned UG bullshittery, the kids are pulled into the Reaper's Game and are left wandering Shibuya scared and confused and alone until they're noticed by a hoard of Noise and attacked...but just before any blow can land, they're saved by a mysterious figure in a long black cloak and...are those cat whiskers??

Sho doesn't have a clue how or why these kids ended up here, but he does know whose they are. And he definitely knows that he can't just leave them like this...

Meanwhile, back in the RG everyone's understandably freaking the fuck out over their missing kids, and it only helps slightly when Uzuki shows up to explain the situation to them.

"Relax, alright! Your kids are fine. We have someone looking after them while we try to figure out how to get them out of this mess."

"Who?? Is it Kariya? Coco? Is it one of the Shinjuku Reapers?"

"Well, no. It's...someone else you all know."

"Someone we...NO-"

[loisfreakinglane]

NOW I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR HS EXPERIENCE! We're you one of the ~popular~ kids, or one of the club kids? We're you an overachiever, a nerd, or did you have an emo stage? I NEED TO KNOW

well jesus lets rewind the clock!!!!!!!!!!!! i was a goth alt girl in middle school, but the homeschooling gap i had before high school shifted my priorities- other than my hair. in high school i had rainbow hair, then bleach blonde, then all the other colors.

i went to a very small private school made up entirely of academic overachievers and bigtime troublemakers. with a student body in the double digits there wasn't really much of a social hierarchy. even the so-called popular kids…. we all knew they wouldn't be top of the food chain at ANY OTHER SCHOOL lmao. we had one sport, and a smattering of vague attempts at clubs that largely dissolved from lack of members.

my first group of friends were sort of quiet nerdy girls, but sophomore year my new bestie transferred in and i got a new social circle (which yeah... caused massive drama bc i was accused of abandoning my friends and like plz i tried to straddle both groups but one of them gave me attitude about my absence every time i was back so can u really blame me for my choice? and i'm still besties with bestie all these years later I REGRET NOTHING). bestie was a metalhead with a forbidden boyfriend, so i ran a lot of parental interference there. i was a beard for one of my friends at his family and church events [leave room for the holy spirit! embedded in my brain for life]. i did theater, traveled for theater showcases, and i was in photography club. i was constantly taking pictures and videos, i was always the girl with a camera in her hand. i didn't work yearbook staff at all but they came to me for pictures lmao. there really wasn't that much going on at school! i did go to junior and senior prom with different rando dates i aggressively avoided at afterparties. i went to parties. my older brother threw parties. my parents never laid down any rules, i could do literally anything i wanted. one time i got home at about 4am to my dads place and i was the first one there. god both my divorced parents entirely independently from each other told me IT'S OKAY IF YOU GET PREGNANT I WON'T BE UPSET!!! i mean thanks i guess??? one of my friends was the school drug dealer and the best part of that was i got a say in who to overcharge. in retrospect what a very strange social cachet. i occasionally fell into lowkey academic rivalries that pushed me to be obsessively ambitious for that one class, but beyond that i wasn't enthusiastic about academics.

i was very artsy! i made costumes for myself and other people. weirdly not for theater at all tho. bestie and i would pass notes and drawings back and forth- we'd do that exquisite corpse game a lot in class. oh god we both flunked spanish 3 junior year and had to come back for summer school for it. that wound up being like..... the best summer tho. and i'll never forget graduation. we had finals that day, a few hours at home then the graduation ceremony, immediately after that we got on the bus to disneyland, were there until 6am, then 2 hours later we were back in the car driving to mexico, and didn't get home til 3 days later. then the next saturday bestie and i were drunk off our asses at a tattoo parlor party and the next morning i was on the plane to oz. what a goddamn nostalgia bomb jesus christ WE CERTAINLY HAD FUN THO WHAT AN ERA. SO GLAD IT'S OVER WILL NEVER GO BACK BUT IT WAS A GOOD TIME

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

Day 820

It’s incredibly cool to see how arjuna’s noble phantasm has changed over the years, as well as the details that stay and change from version to version-how how every version but his fgo animation update has him cover his face and dematerialize his bow, or how he switches his dominant arm

It’s also interesting to note how, for example in extella link pashupata is launched high into the air, almost into space, and rains down like a meteor shower as it destroys a barren wasteland. Then in arcade, he gets a shot of a moon over his head as pashupata expands around him like a massive sphere of light. In his newest version he keeps the blue oasis full of waterlilies (it’s mostly likely these over lotuses as they’re closer to the water’s surface than a lotus would be) but instead of exploding or expanding similarly to prior versions pashupata seems to instantaneously fracture the area around it.

It’s so good!

[the-witch-of-woods-beyond]

excuse me i'm just going to keep being delusional in my corner and asking the question what if the 100 kept its main characters as the trio of clarke, bellamy and wells????

[smoralcoral]

Lowkey hate mainstream production companies. Everything that comes out has this strange, fake, overly sanitized sheen to it. Now more than ever, support the creations of small, local artists and creators!