#LMAO IT TOOK ABOUT JUST 1 MOTIVATED DAY

[itzrhymesgamers]

"Joy isnt amongst us...it is against us"

THE VANILLAVERSE PURGE

Heat miser Pure vanilla

A beloved heat miser now becoming a full eruption as she now survives alone , she cutted her hair off as she held a bag around her shoulder to waist as she kept on going on this loop

[erosastro]

🌷Composite risings🌷

Let’s talk about how each couple presents themselves for each rising sign in their composite chart.

*Disclaimer: These are my opinions, you don’t have to agree with them. And I’m aware not everyone agrees with the degree theory but I’ve personally seen a difference from degrees, so again, just my opinion and interpretation.

🌷Aries Rising (could also apply to Aries degrees 1°, 13° and 25°) - This couple is affectionate with each other. They’re passionate and can be competitive with one another, though if on the same team, they’re a force to be reckoned with. They probably enjoy recreational activities with each other. The couple that goes to the gym together, plays sports together, jump out of a plane together lol. They’re both young at heart with each other, even if they identify as old souls individually. They motivate each other to do better and step out of their comfort zones.

🌷Taurus Rising(could also apply to Taurus degrees 2°, 14° and 26°) - They’re so soft with each other and this relationship is filled with tenderness. They can be possessive of one another too(similar to Leo rising couples). They can tune out the world and just soak each other up. They can also be touchy feely with each other, the degree might also have impact here but if it does it won’t be to a great extent.

🌷Gemini Rising (could also apply to Gemini degrees 3°, 15° and 27°) - This is a couple that never runs out of things to talk about. Their favourite part of the day is getting to talk to one another. They inspire the other person. They could have a lot in common and share the same visions/goals. They can also be in their own bubble sometimes, especially if they get really into a topic or discussion and they tend to tease each other, very playful. This is the couple that can prank one another lol.

🌷Cancer Rising (could also apply to Cancer degrees 4°, 16° and 28°) - They have a soft spot for each other. There’s something about the other person that instantly makes them feel comfortable. They’re ones most likely to share nose nudges and butterfly kisses in public. So much PDA but at the same time they can keep a lot of their relationship private. There’s a good balance, in my opinion. They can be very affected by the other person’s mood too.

🌷Leo Rising (could also apply to Leo degrees 5°, 17° and 29°) - Oh this couple loves to show off. Whether it’s their relationship or the other person. There’s so much of PDA with this couple too, like Cancer Risings, but this PDA is like full on whereas the Cancer Risings can be a bit more tender and sweet. this is like grabbing each others ass in public lmao. It doesn’t make it less meaningful though! Power couple vibes.

🌷Virgo Rising (could also apply to Virgo degrees 6° and 18°) - I’ve seen so much of negativity surrounding this composite rising and could never understand why, because like cancer and Taurus risings, they’re so tender and sweet with each other. They’ll do anything for the other person they’re so supportive of one another. They likely are the couple that took a bit of time to get together but people could always tell there’s chemistry between them. They can be private but they can also be sweet with each other in public, perhaps not as much as Leo, but still can be affectionate nonetheless. I like this Ascendant for couples and platonic relationships. People don’t give this Rising enough credit and tend to say they’re boring and unassuming which I don’t necessarily think is true.

🌷Libra Rising (could also apply to Libra degrees 7° and 19°) - Ah the composite rising that gets the most hype, from what I’ve seen. I can understand why since it is Venusian and Libra rules seventh house of relationships. They are also affectionate with one another and tend to be the “It couple”. Everyone wants a relationship like theirs. Romantic with one another for sure. The only thing is that if this couple breaks up, it can turn ugly as seventh house also rules enemies; their relationship can turn really sour.

🌷Scorpio Rising (could also apply to Scorpio degrees 8° and 20°) - Unexpected couple, maybe. No one saw it coming. Their relationship is passionate and deep, but there can be a taboo aspect to their relationship. It doesn’t have to be that deep, perhaps an age gap thats not drastic. You’ll never know what goes on with this couple because they can be very private. I’ve noticed this couple can be awkward with each other at first for some reason? They can also be clingy once they do get into a relationship and it turns into something long term. As much as I’m not particularly fond of this couple, they really are so opened with one another if they do get past the awkwardness and initial fear.

🌷Sagittarius Rising (could also apply to Sagittarius degrees 9° and 21°) - This is the most similar to Aries Rising in my opinion and Gemini rising as well. They’re the couple that have so many inside jokes and like Gemini Rising, they always tease each other and are playful with each other. They love to go on adventures with one another and they can teach each other a lot, constantly pushing the other person to be the best versions of themselves. This couple could also come from very different backgrounds. I’ve noticed also with this Rising sign, a lot of people don’t expect that these two are together.

🌷Capricorn Rising (could also apply to Capricorn degrees 10° and 22°) - Another rising sign that gets so much of slack (like Virgo risings) and I don’t really agree with a lot of it. They may not be as affectionate as Leo risings or Cancer risings once again, but they’re each other’s rock. They can always rely on one another. This couple could be the “slow burn” type because neither person admits they have a crush on the other until later on. They are extremely private with their relationship though and can be protective of each other. Also can be a power couple though, especially to those who know the couple well.

🌷Aquarius Rising (could also apply to Aquarius degrees 11° and 23°) - ah the friends to lovers ascendant. I haven’t met or seen many Aquarius rising couples, majority of them are platonic. This doesn’t mean romantic relationships never work out though. This couple gives each other a lot of space and freedom to be independent but they love each other unconditionally and fully. There’s no judgement here. You can be fully yourself with the other person. If this does turn romantic, they are still always best friends first.

🌷Pisces Rising (could also apply to Pisces degrees 12° and 24°) - They bring out sides of the other person that they never knew they had. For example if you’re not really big on PDA, the person you share a Pisces rising with will bring out that side of you. There could be some aspect to this relationship that’s unusual too. They can get co-dependant though, I’ve noticed. Like they can’t do anything without the person by their side constantly. Regardless, there’s something about these couples that just seem to fit together.

*Personal favourite for platonic - Aquarius or Sagittarius, even Gemini

*Least favourite for platonic - Aries or Cancer

*Favourite for romantic - Cancer, Virgo or Leo (Gemini and Aries can work well too)

*Least favourite for romantic - Scorpio or Pisces

*Risings that can go either way - Capricorn, Aquarius and Pisces.

[lgbtlunaverse]

Fandom is so nice to Jiang Cheng's inferiority complex because in reality every single thing he gets accused of is something Wei Wuxian is better at than him.

Jiang Cheng killed Wei Wuxian? Nope. Didn't even get close. Wei Wuxian's own spirits tore him apart before jc could even get there. wwx:1 jc:0

Jiang Cheng tortures people? We get two and a half rumours and a mention from jin ling that jc has 'captured' demonic cultivators before, but who is also apparently confident that just letting wwx run off will kill the issue even though those earlier rumours said ~no one who sandu shengshou captured was ever seen again~

The word jiang cheng uses when he tries to talk big game about 'beating the truth' out of Wei Wuxian's is a word that carries the context of pestering someone to do their homework. Doesn't exactly strike fear into my heart.

Wei Wuxian? Excellent at torture. A prodigy. Did you fucking see what he did to Wen Chao? Dude didn't have fingers anymore because wei wuxian made him eat them. He ripped out his hair, burned his skin off, and then stalked him for several days just to prolong the pain. He forced Wang Lingjiao to bite Wen Chao's dick off and then made her shove a stool leg down her own throat! 10/10, no notes. Absolutely horrifying.

Meanwhile Jiang Cheng's idea of torture is getting a dog to bark at Wei Wuxian for a few seconds. Weak, unoriginal, I bet fairy was literally wagging her tail the whole time. 2-0

Jiang Cheng made the entire cultivation world believe Wei Wuxian was up to no good on the burial mounds and ultimately orchestrated his downfall? lol. lmao, even

It's a big thing in certain corners of the fandom to really zoom in one one particular phrase at the end of chapter 73, where after wwx and jc have their staged duel to make the world believe they hate each other jiang cheng tells everyone wwx has defected and become "a public enemy'' or "an enemy to the cultivation world" or whatever the translation you're familiar with decided upon.

(As an aside, something I really like about this line is that the last half of it is almost exactly the same, like verbatim, as what wwx told him to say. like, the chapter is really hammering home just how much jc is speaking from a script here. wwx tells jc to say "今后魏无羡无论做出什么事，都与云梦江氏无关." and jc says "今后无论此人有何动作，一概与云梦江氏无关" the only meaningful difference is that he says 'this person' instead of wwx's name)

I've seen it said that this bit, the use of 'enemy' was said without wei wuxian's approval, that jc deviated from the script just to hurt his ex-shixiong for leaving him. And that this is what caused all the other clans to turn against wei wuxian. Regardless of if this is what jc and wwx discussed, or if jc had malicious motivations for it (considering my conclusions above, you can guess where i fall) it doesn't really matter, because the novel tells us when the clans completely freak out and become convinced wei wuxian is out to get them (though of course they've been wringing their hands about it since the literal day wwx ran off with the wen, months before jiang cheng visited) very neatly in chapter 75!

It's when they find out about Wen Ning.

And how do they find out about Wen Ning?

Because Wei Wuxian took him on nighthunts! And they kicked ass!

...Wei Wuxian, my man, why are you on nighthunts??? Why are you showing off your incredibly cool sentient fierce corpse buddy, who is way better and stronger than all the other fierce corpses, in front of the whole cultivation world??

Whatever his motivations (extra money, maybe?? they were strapped for crash) I can only draw the conclusion wwx had already given up on appearing calm or non-threatening and didn't care if the clans thought he was a threat, because they'd believe whatever they wanted anyway. Which he seems to clearly be aware of the whole time.

Regardless, we know that this is what created the myth of the Yiling patriarch. It's literally when the title first shows up!

Even if you really believe jc was secretly plotting against wwx in chapter 73, he's clearly doing a shit job of it because nothing he said made anywhere near as big an impact as this. Flopped!

The other point people use to argue Jiang Cheng caused wei wuxian's downfall is Jin Guangyao's speech in Guanyin temple about how jiang cheng could have saved wei wuxian if only he stood by him. Setting aside that jin guangyao is trying to get into jiang cheng's head here, and isn't necessarily saying what he really believes (though it very well might be! who knows with a character like jgy. assuming he's always lying is just as misleading as assuming he's always saying the truth) the fact is, if you read the speech closely, what he's talking about is not the 'public enemy' line, he's talking about the bond between them. The fact that people wanted wei wuxian out of yunmeng jiang, because the two were too powerful together.

He's talking about that one time Jiang Cheng very publically kicked wei wuxian out of the sect!

Which, unbeknownst to Jin Guangyao, was in fact Wei Wuxian's idea the whole time.

final score: 3 for you wei wuxian, you go wei wuxian! And nothing for Jiang Cheng bye.

[purpdrawsthings]

HIT YOU WITH THE PUNK TACTICS 👊💥

@tiredsmashbros @strange0-0storm @libbytwq @rr3d2y @its-a-me-mango @cookiepopcat

No way it took me 5 months to get back my motivation?? 😭😭😭

Hihi everybody.

So I started this project.. As said in the picture. Apparently after the first 4 finished/rendered pictures of TSB and SMG8, I lost the motivation and left it alone for 5 months.. UNTIL YESTERDAY.

Yes you heard me, YESTERDAY. "Wait Purp so what you're meaning to tell us is that after that part and so on was all finished in 1 DAY??"

.... Yeah =D

I WAS VERY DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF OKAY I LEFT IT FOR LONG ENOUGH. Don't want it to be like my Plug Me In animation tho... [Speaking of which why did that one take me like 8 months?]

Speedran the last image for TSB and SMG8's part, did Lore and Ako's part [this includes drawing + animating + editing some of TSB's part] in about I think 1-2 hours, took a break cuz my phone was on like 20% [I had literal homework so I finished my ONE BIG AHH PAPER PRESENTATION COMIC in about 3 hours..] After that I immediately went straight back to my phone and finished the first 4 rendered parts for Mango and Cookie's part [ this also included drawing + animating ]

During this time I was in my fathers siblings house because we were going to break our fast there. So yesterday was the day we went back home cuz both me and my sister had school. While in the car I FINISHED. Mango and Cookie's final part. This did NOT include animating. I felt tired and went to sleep.

Back home I went straight into my room and onto my phone 😭 I finished animating THE LAST PART. So all's left is editing the final product and polishing.

I use alight motion but after 10 minutes or so of TRYING to find if alight motion had a reverse effect, the app didn't have that. So I had to waste 5 MINUTES just to install capcut for that effect. During this also I was on my last 15 minutes on the phone so I was kinda stressed and begging it would go faster.

Did the reverse and exported it alight motion. But during this my phone shut off so I couldn't finish it. I sighed and waited for the next day.

[Funny thing but I did 3 homeworks last minute before sleeping and I slept at 12 lmao]

CUT TO TODAY!

As I got back from school and in my mom's car going to her office, I saved my phone in the car and immediately picked it up.

You'd THINK I would go straight to editing seeing my past pattern right? Nah I went to YouTube shorts for whatever apparent reason sisgisvdixgidbdodbxib 😭

Anyways I went into my mom's office and immediately edited in alight motion. This took me for about 30 minutes or so because I was trying to find the perfect rewind overlay for the animation. Couldn't find the one that would fit my need so I just picked one that seemed just fine for me. Edited some more.. Checked the timings... Put my watermark and some lil drawing and.... Done! The animation was all done and ready to go!

I first sent the thing in discord. [Apparently discord this time actually could load my animation in there so I was quite happy to say the least.] And now we're here to me writing this as I'm talking to myself! Hi me!... I'm going crazy.

Anyways I'm glad I finished that. Looking back at it I think I got so tired at the last part that I almost gave up on Cookie's and Mango's part. It's a bit low effort on that one. Overall, I'm kinda satisfied and it's nice to play the animation a couple of times.

Final stuff.

Ibis paint : 6 hours, thumb 💜

Flipaclip : 12fps, 337 frames

Alight motion : 30fps

Capcut : reverse thing sudhdudhud

Hope y'all enjoyed my rambling IAHSISHDIHDODHDO I should be crowned queen of yapping wait somebody else has that tittle oh well.

Yeetus chat =3

[im-not-a-ghost]

Crush series : the events leading to your first kiss 💋

Deck used : Seventh spere Tarot de Marseille deck from Labyrinthos

Group 1

Strength, Queen of wands, 8 of swords, The Moon, 2 of wands

What leads to this first kiss is a feeling of desperation. An illusory impression of being acculated, having no other choice but to act on impulse before the opportunity eludes us. I see the setting being at night time. You and your crush are not alone. You have been waiting for this moment for quite some time. You are feeling nervous but you keep telling yourself that this is now or never. You have been planning for this moment for at least a month. You have been overthinking and fantasizing about every possible way to do this, trying to build up the courage to finally kiss this person. Cause I'm pretty sure the feminine will be initiating the kiss, so if you identify as such then this is you. You may be encouraged to rush into this moment by other people. Either out of fear of seeing this person walk away and choose someone else to be with or because people have been pushing you to show this person how you felt before it was too late. This feeling of urgency isn't real though. It's like somehow you came up with the idea in your head that if you didn't kiss this person quickly, then all would be over. This feels a bit confusing to be honest and this is likely reflective of the state you will be in that day. I asked for a clarifier and got the Queen of pentacles. There's another feminine at play here. Maybe you thought that this person was hitting on your crush and had better chances of being in a relationship with them. You kissing them is your way of showing them that you care more than you let on and though you may not be sure of where this is going, you're sure as hell not going to let anyone step in the way.

Group 2

7 of cups, knight of pentacles, 10 of cups, knight of wands, 5 of wands

Okay this feels very similar to group 1's reading except that in this case the masculine is initiating the kiss. This first kiss could be happening at a party that your crush invites you to. It took quite a while for them to make this invitation. But once they do, both of you will be very happy and excited about it. I see you having fun with each other, being very chatty, sharing a couple drinks together, just vibing and spending a very good time. And then, chaos ensues. Another masculine comes into play, tries to court you a bit forcibly. You are not very happy about this. You tell this person off but they insist. Your crush interferes and gets into an argument with this other person. In a fit of rage and wanting for this person to be gone, your crush grabs you by the waist and kisses you strongly. They don't forget to look at the third party to make their statement : they are mine, don't you touch them again. For this group as well, the timing of this first kiss isn't clearly stated. It could be happening at any time depending on your situation. Another thing I'm picking up on is gift giving. So maybe this happens at someone's birthday party or maybe during Christmas Eve, a baby shower possibly. Basically any occasion that would be fitting to offer gifts lmao

Group 3

Page of pentacles, 3 of swords, Strength, 8 of cups, ace of wands

This energy is different from the two previous groups. This first kiss could be happening at a challenging time for you. Either you lost something or someone that was important to you. You are finding it difficult to move on from this situation and your mood isn't at it's best. Your crush will learn about this and contact you to ask you to spend some time together. For some of you, they may clearly state that they are offering you to sleep with them. But for others it may just be offering to spend the night together without any ulterior motives at first. Until you actually see each other and then the tension starts building. I see this person holding your face as you are crying, pinning you against the wall with as much strength as they can to help you forget about whatever is going on. This feels more primal than the other two groups. This person is acting based on instinct. They're wanting to protect you from the pain you're going through and somehow the only way they can think of doing this is through embracing you. The timing isn't very clear as well. Maybe I'll do a seperate short PAC to figure out a timing for this first kiss.

[martinsorbit]

Oh hey, it's that sun guy.

After two arduous weeks (Aug 1st - Aug 15th) the Sun cold porcelain figure is COMPLETE! DONE! FINISHED! HE IS HERE IN ALL HIS GLORY

Its been a long (and at times painful) process considering the time it took for all the stuff to dry and for me to have free time to finish this project, but now the silly little jester is in my hands and he looks SO CUTE AND COOL!! HE EVEN HAS A HOOK

Thanks everyone for hyping me up and keeping me motivated during this <3 It literally meant a ton and helped me keep working on this bonkus shit

under the read more, there will be some more details about the figure itself and some more pictures ( Like materials, how much time it took, the process stuff etc)

feel free to ask me questions! thanks everyone!

QUESTIONS ABOUT THE PROCESS!

Q: What materials did you use for this?

A: White Cold Porcelain, Hot Glue, super glue, pencils, pliers, paper clips, scissors, paint, all purpose varnish, paintbrushes, metalic pens

Q: How long did it take to make him?

A: Roughly two weeks

Q: Are you going to make moon too?

A: yes but it will take a while

Q: [X element of suns character design] is missing.

A: trust me, I know. Ive been staring at his model for roughly a whole week and mentally rotating him in my brain , so if something is missing its cuz i was either having a hard time making it or cuz I took creative liberties lmao

Q: How long did it take for the stuff to dry?

A: The cold porcelain abt 3 ish days; Paint took 1 day and the varnish also a day (as it states in the bottle)

FINAL NOTES:

Yes, you can use colored cold porcelain instead of painting it! It's just easier for me to paint it over

- For the love of god, be careful when applying the varnish, that shit is bad for your health! read the instructions, do it in a ventilated area, and NEVER put it too close to your face, or u might get some not so good side effects ( like yer eyes burning)

No, i dont intend on selling him anytime soon sorry ( this was asked before regarding some other cold porcelain thing I did, so I just thought i would add it here)

- If u dont wanna spend too much money on the colors u can just buy some Yellow, Cyan, Magenta, Black and White (CMYK) along with some skin tones; u can basically make any color from those

- I used two of Sun's main poses in the game as inspo for making this

- His faceplate is supposed to spin but since it keeps falling off I decided to glue it

[ckret2]

How about Scaramouche in general?

thanks for indulging my obvious baiting to get someone to ask about my Scaramouche headcanons, sorry it took me two days to write lmao. This ended up being a quick overview of his life all the way from being designed to the moment he decides picking a fight with Jack is a wise life choice.

so first to recap the headcanons I've already mentioned: Scaramouche's robot line was based off the X-model. Since the X-49 experiment found that the robot with emotions was a better killer and survived longer, Scaramouche's line got emotions.

Since X-49 held back and eventually retired due to guilt and a developing conscience, Scaramouche's line didn't get remorse or a conscience. It's no coincidence that he's Scaramouche the Merciless.

Since X-49 could be motivated to battle by loyalty/love/devotion, Scara's line kept the capacity for emotional attachments; but they don't want the bots bringing home stray dogs or eloping with some cute waitress bot, so they came pre-programmed with absolute loyalty... to Aku.

As far as we can see, Scaramouche's only ambition is to become and then remain Aku's #1 assassin. He mentions he'll get paid but he doesn't act motivated by the pay. We don't see him demonstrate any goals outside "do the thing Aku would want"—not even "do what Aku would want (so that I can get what I want)." What he wants is to do what Aku wants him to. That's aaall preprogrammed, baby.

Since this means his line was designed after Aku was told about the experiment with X-49, Scaramouche is somewhere under 50 years old.

in another recent post I mentioned that, since Aku's self-declared title is shogun of sorrow, it stands to reason that at some point he had an army of samurai, since that's literally what "shogun" means. Samurai were his thing until Jack came along. Now everybody's like ohhh THE samurai is Aku's enemy. Is the "shogun" title that he gave himself a minute after being born a joke to you??

Anyway—if he's used samurai before, at some point he'd go "I should fight fire with fire. Make me some samurai robot assassins." Not just to fight Jack, but like, if they work out, eventually they can be sent after him. So the scientists made a line of samurai robot assassins, pre-programmed them with combat techniques, then further trained them like they did that ninja robot.

And gave them matching commedia dell'arte names even though that has nothing to do with the samurai theme. Maybe the scientists were using them as code names in case anyone was spying on their project, maybe they were tired of the samurai theme, maybe the lead scientist was just a big theater nerd. So you've got Scaramouche, but somewhere out there are also a bunch of other similar-looking emotional robot assassins with names like Harlequin, Pierrot, Colombina, Pantalone, etc.

Scaramouche starts out looking and acting identically to the rest of his line: a dead serious bot with a kasa hat and robe and katana. And much like X-49, the samurai dell'arte got sent out into the world to kill, they started amassing experiences... they developed personalities.

over his first few years he acquires:

– A purple coat. his original robe got torn, he had to pick up something in a nearby town, he never requested a replacement for his original robe. To his knowledge, at this point he doesn't currently have any "tastes" or "opinions." But the coat. It compels him. In truth he probably would've latched onto whatever outfit he picked up first—pinstripe suit, sundress, clown costume, doesn't matter. He latches onto it because it's the first thing he ever chose for himself rather than had assigned to him.

– A fascination with jazz music. Latent code left over from X-49. like half the samurai dell'arte end up getting into jazz music. The other half do not get it at all.

– that accent. Not the ski-ba-bop-ba-dopping. The nasally inflection and cadence underneath. Picked it up from a neighbor. He got an apartment for in between jobs, and the Dead Serious Bot schtick meant he didn't do a lot of talking while working (and when he was home, he kinda just sat quietly in his room listening to jazz records contemplating life and waiting for a personality to develop). until he developed a little extroversion, he got more practice talking with his chatty neighbor than in the rest of his life combined.

– a new sword. His original sword broke, as long skinny blades that are approximately as hard as their wielder's skin eventually do. He went shopping for a new one. He knew what kinds of swords he was trained to use. He saw those swords. He also saw a goddamn scimitar. He got a goddamn scimitar.

– a dagger. He was having trouble learning how to wield a goddamn scimitar in the field.

– heeled boots; like Jack, he made the discovery that these are surprisingly effective for his line of work. Unlike Jack, he's secure enough in his robo-masculinity to keep rocking them even though women wear them too.

– structural modifications to his face so he can play wind instruments. Just as a hobby. Half the samurai dell'arte went "when we're not working we should form a JAZZ BAND." Sometimes they have jam sessions in local jazz clubs. (he wanted to play trumpet. Everyone wanted to play trumpet. fucking Harlequin got trumpet ugh. in retrospect he's glad he went with flute, he likes flute better.)

– A disconcertingly chipper personality, for a professional serial killer. never formally learns to dance but he's getting more extravagant with his body language—twirls and flourishes. he's still got all that precise combat training that he was preprogrammed with and trained in; but he's starting to care about how he looks doing his job. He likes what he does. He's good at what he does. He's ✨perky✨

– Singing training. Now he's ski-ba-bop-ba-dopping. By this point, he's got a fully-developed personality and sense of style. He's recognizably the Scaramouche the Merciless we know and love.

– A position on Aku's top assassins leaderboard. He's finally reached #1000! He stagnates there.

– a sudden raging dissatisfaction with the limitations of mere metal. He could be so much more, so much better, so much WORSE, if he wasn't held back by swords and armor.

– Training in how to use music to perform magic. It was not intended to be used for violence, but it turns out that part is pretty easy. bam now he's a wizard. You know how rare robot wizards are?

– structural modifications to let him use his voice for magic.

– A position in the top 100!

– a feud with the other members of the jazz band. The trumpeter is just jealous he's not the most impressive bot in the band anymore, now that the flutist is a better killer and better vocalist than the rest of them combined. Scaramouche doesn't know why the rest of the band took Harl's side, that guy's a jerk.

– A scarf. Because he liked it. He's now capable of getting things just because he likes them. It calls attention to his best asset, babe.

– Aku's phone number.

– An insufferable fucking ego (related to previous point).

– a dagger that makes things explode. Custom made, cost a pretty penny, Scaramouche helped with the design himself, it's got music magic woven in to boost that tuning fork trick it does. At this point, Aku's deep in his "oh who cares if Jack's still out there, I don't, I won't even send anyone to kill him, what does it matter anyway" phase; but Scaramouche remembers what his model was originally built for. For most of his life, that goal seemed so distant as to be totally abstract—but now...? He'd like to find out what a magic dagger can do to a magic sword.

– and finally... the numero uno spot, baby. 😎

By the time Scaramouche earns the long-coveted Aku's fave position, he's fully evolved into his own person. Out of everything he started with—his face, his voice, his clothes, his skills, his weaponry—the only part of him that's still recognizable is... his hat. same damn hat he started with. never changed it.

("gee puff did you come up with this whole long elaborate headcanon just to explain why scaramouche has a kasa?" shut up)

at some point he started to select his own targets rather than wait for them to be assigned. If you wanna make it to the top and stay there, you've gotta take initiative! He knows Aku would want somebody dead and they happen to be nearby, he goes after them—doesn't check if there's a bounty yet, doesn't check if another assassin in Aku's direct employ has already been assigned to the job. Never got in trouble for it; as long as the target ends up dead, Aku thinks it's funny if one of his assassins poaches a job from another. You snooze you lose.

Only target he was ever discouraged from pursuing was Samurai Jack. He got told don't bother. Aku's sick and tired of losing his best warriors, assassins, and mercenaries by throwing them against that impenetrable brick wall, and this particular 'bot shows a lot of promise, Aku would rather keep him on the roster for a while. Plus sometimes he texts Aku memes. Aku kind of likes the memes.

What Scaramouche hears is don't bother; you're not good enough to take him down.

And that's about the time Scaramouche starts plotting to slaughter a whole town and pile the corpses into a smoke signal.

[t1red-twilight]

through the ages

part 1

content/warnings: gn!reader, fluff, doesn’t follow cannon super closely (i’m stupid), cursing, mentions of spencelle (bc i said so)

notes: lmao finally got this out

word count: 2.0k

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hotch opened the door and brought you in. spencer took note of everything; the curve of your lips, the way you walked. he had never been so enamored with a single person before. sure, he’d had crushes. but never once had he immediately needed to know someone.

aaron’s introduction of you was wordless; the world lagged as spencer gazed upon you but desperately tried to avoid eye contact. every spot of your face, every imperfection had him speechless.

you had just graduated, masters in criminal justice and a minor in sociology from princeton. full ride scholarship, spencer later found out. (your writing was exquisite; very insightful. he looked it up in the hotel later that evening.)

it had been a normal day in the office, as normal as it could be. then, his world stopped when he saw you. after elle had left something in him felt sort of numb; maybe, you could give him a spark.

you sat in the chair directly to his left on the opposite side of the table. one elbow leaned on the desk, and you wordlessly mouthed words he couldn’t make out as the case was described. your eyes flicked over to him, and he quickly looked back at hotch. had you caught him staring, or had you wanted to catch a glimpse of him? he knew that this could maybe mean that you were trying to look at him from the same motivations that he was, enamorment, or maybe you had just sensed him staring like a frog at a fly: quickly, insignificantly.

the only issue was that it seemed you liked morgan.

las vegas, nevada was where the team was headed. being here reminded spencer of things, memories he didn’t care to recall. he noticed how you were hesitant to speak up, a feeling he had been familiar with a few years ago when he first joined the team.

the police station was incredibly stuffy, typical for the las vegas summertime. if you looked out into the road, you could see mirages. the police station had ac, but it was not helpful by any means at all.

spencer looked over at you. your hands were in your lap, and you were intently focused on something that morgan was saying. morgan was sitting on the table in the centers of the conference room, and you were looking up at him.

the stretch of morgan’s muscles underneath his shirt made spencer’s chest pang with envy. what did you think about morgan? was morgan your type? oh, god. maybe spencer didn’t even have a chance.

he didn’t see hotch approaching. “you find anything on the geographical profile, reid?” spencer blinked rapidly in an effort to clear his mind. he turned around to face the map that he had been leaning on. “distracted?” hotch’s eyebrows raised in what spencer knew to be amusement, though he was never hyper-expressive.

“uh- no. i’m alright. all the murders were in the same police jurisdiction, and all within a mile of each other. the focal point of these suggest that the unsub might live-“

-

you couldn’t stop your hands from shaking. this introduction could make or break your relationship with the bau team. it didn’t help that you were so young and inexperienced. hell, you were still working on your phd.

aaron hotchner guided you into the room and recited your name and qualifications. however, your eyes were glued to the wall right above the shoulder of a tall man, who had a goatee.

when you peeled your eyes away from the wall, you saw him. he had light brown hair, and starry eyes that were behind thick-rimmed glasses. one of his plump lips was tucked between his teeth.

once hotchner finished, you sat down paid attention as much as you could to the case that you were being sent on. baptism by fire, you guessed.

every now and then, you’d look out of the corner of your eye to look at the man in glasses. hopefully he wouldn’t catch you trying to memorize every freckle and line on his face.

you stayed mostly silent on the jet. you figured that you could mostly shadow the other people on the team before you got the hang of things. the chairs on the jet were not super comfortable; or maybe, you were just ridiculously tense.

you had only been to las vegas one or two times, and one of those times was just driving through. the police station was crowded and full of typical police assholes. that, you were more than used to. a bead of sweat dripped down your back.

when you sat down to look at the police reports one more time, you heard the table creak as someone sat upon it. looking up, you saw the man with the goatee from earlier. “so, where’d you work before you landed this gig?”

you exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. at least he was being casual. still, you dropped your hands to your lap to fiddle with your fingers. “i was an assistant at a firm up in jersey,” you said, pausing briefly. “remind me what your name was again?”

“i’m morgan.” you followed by telling him your name. he must’ve seen you glancing over at the man in glasses repeatedly. he was raptly describing the geographical profile to agent hotchner. “that’s reid, if you didn’t already know.”

“that’s good to know. this morning was a little rushed.” your eyes trailed over agent reid. the way his fingers moved across the map with intense dexterity was enticing.

morgan chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully (even though you couldn’t see it, your gaze still locked on reid). “he’s single,” morgan purred, jumping off the table to return to his previous task.

you felt like a deer caught in the headlights, but morgan was gone before you could protest to what he was alluding to.

-

the case had gone by smoothly. but spencer could hardly even focus when you were within fifty feet of him. he was inexplicably drawn to you.

the jet was much cooler than vegas had been, and the entire team felt relieved. you were the last on, spencer quickly sat upright. were you walking towards him?

you spoke in a soft tone, “can i sit here? all the other seats are taken.” you clasped your hands together, likely out of nerves.

spencer nodded vigorously before he answered. he almost forgot to respond verbally. “yeah!” he said loudly. shit. he didn’t want to seem too eager, he might embarrass himself. “yes, of course you can.” this time, he spoke as quietly and calmly as he could muster while simultaneously scooting over to make room for you on the couch.

he tried to avoid eye contact. luckily, you weren’t even looking in his direction. if you had been, you might see the red creeping up his neck. you had a light floral scent about you, one that reminded him of simpler times when life was less hectic.

“agent reid, right?” you murmured. even though it was just his last name, he loved the way you said it, rolling off your tongue so smoothly and delicately.

he shrugged and leaned back on the couch slightly, trying to relax his shoulders. “doctor, actually, but you can just call me spencer.”

your tongue swiped your bottom lip before you spoke. “spencer. that suits you.” oh god, it did sound great when you said it. it sounded downright angelic; almost as if you were the only person meant to say it.

a silence followed. while being slightly awkward, spencer wasn’t too concerned about it. at least you were sitting next to him and not derek. “did you have a job before this one?”

“yeah, i was a lawyer’s assistant.” your voice was more soft than it had been. spencer looked over at you for the first time since you sat next to him.

“you like the bau so far?”

“how long have you worked for the bau?” you both spoke over each other; you turned and met his gaze. your eyes were beautiful, the lighting of the jet illuminating your face in a perfect way. spencer gestured for you to speak first.

“yeah, it’s alright.” a small smile adorned your lips. spencer wondered what they tasted like, before shutting that thought down completely. he couldn’t be thinking that about his coworker, let alone one he met less than forty eight hours ago.

you mirrored his gesture. “i’ve worked at the bau for a couple of years now.” what a dumb response. why couldn’t he think or speak properly?

his mind kept wandering. “you like it so far?” he whispered.

“yeah, it’s pretty cool.” pretty cool? who even says that? “just let me know if you need anything.” you gave him a warm smile and nodded. the way you smiled made him giddy and filled his stomach with butterflies.

-

being last on the jet didn’t work out well for you. every seat was taken, and the few that weren’t had feet propped up on them. in the back, you could see the couch still had space. perhaps spencer wouldn’t mind?

you walked over hesitantly to the couch. he didn’t notice you right away. “can i sit here? all the other seats are taken,” you noted, rocking on your heels.

he looked up at you, responding brightly. “yeah!” he moved over and spoke more quietly. “yes, of course you can.” there was a good six inches between the two of you, but it was as if you were brushing up against him with how your nerves were treating you.

small talk sucked, but you figured it would probably benefit you in getting to know your coworkers. “agent reid, right?” you recalled morgan’s anecdote from earlier, at the police station. it would really suck if you had somehow managed to forget his name in the time it took to solve the case and fly back to quantico.

“doctor, actually but you can just call me spencer.” shit, you totally just disrespected him. if only agent hotchner had properly introduced everyone when you were introduced.

trying to hide your increasing embarrassment, you tried, again, to be casual. “spencer. that suits you.” you should have apologized. not knowing what to say, you sat in the silence that consumed the rest of the jet. your knee bobbed up and down, you pulled at your fingers, and breathed deeply.

“did you have a job before this one?” he cleared his throat. did everything he did have to be attractive?

“yeah, i was a lawyer’s assistant.”

he had been looking at you, you realized. how long had he been looking at you and you were too skittish to look at him? how could you, with his gorgeous starry eyes.

in another circumstance his ‘interrogation’ would have intimidated you but, you only felt anxious from trying to impress him. “you like the bau so far?”

“how long have you worked for the bau?” the two of you interrupted each other. a laugh was shared and you relaxed for once, your posture looking a little less like you were constipated.

the chill of the jet was setting in; that, or spencer was just giving you goosebumps. he waved his hand in a motion saying that you should respond first. “yeah, it’s alright.” you actually really liked it (despite the morbidity, but that you were used to). but, you had to seem cool. chill, not like you were analyzing every thing he did and said to see if he liked you.

copying what he did, you silently urged that he was good to respond. “i’ve worked at the bau for a couple of years now,” he nodded as he spoke.

small talk did suck, a lot, but at least you were talking to spencer and not alone with your worried thoughts. “you like it so far?” you asked.

“yeah, it’s pretty cool.” his adam’s apple bobbed. “just let me know if you need anything.” you smiled at this, his comfort proving successful. the tension in your spine finally dissipated. it was good that you were at least on good terms with the bau member closest in age with you.

next part

[pengweng-quack]

Bloodbound

Carlisle Cullen x Human!OC

Summary: Place Carlisle in the Edward situation of falling in love with a human, and see what happens

Chapter 1/?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Notes:

The only thing that took so long about this is the title because fuck titles (genuinely)

This is on Ao3 under the same title and username if you'd like to read it there (https://archiveofourown.org/works/54527830)

Probably would be my last (long) twilight post in a while since I've lost interest in the series for a while (give it like 3 weeks before I regain it lmao)

Posting (just like before) is random lol, hope you guys enjoy this story

Much much longer than Being a Witch with Vampires by the way, so we're in a long ride (or you are, because I already know the story)

Word Count: 2294 words

General warning: I used some religious references in this story so read with caution if you're not so keen into reading that

TW for this chapter: None

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A full year had passed since the Cullens returned to Forks, now acting as grownups instead of some teenager studying in Forks high school, minus Renesmee, to her dismay. Carlisle received a warm welcome back to the hospital, where he encountered new faces introduced to him since his departure.

“Good morning Doctor Cullen.” A nurse with red hair greeted politely to him, he was around his height and had brown eyes, a face that he doesn’t remember during his time there

“I’m nurse Sean, not the chief nurse but I think Eunice is getting her out now.” Sean informed him “You’ll like her I think, she’s professional as fuck.”

A girl with her chestnut hair tied up in a bun walked out of a room. At that moment, all Carlisle could think about was how captivating the woman was, everything about her screamed authority, he knew then and there that she was the chief nurse.

Time felt like it slowed down when they locked eyes, this woman has plagued over his mind. Carlisle subtly admired her face, she had eyes that matched the shade of her hair and pale pink lips that complimented her fair complexions.

“Celine Wright, chief nurse here.” Celine introduced herself with a prim and proper tone. She offered her hand in a handshake and Carlisle accepted it, feeling the warmth of her hand against the coldness of his

“Carlisle Cullen, former chief doctor here.” Carlisle introduced back, pulling his hand away from the handshake “Pleasure to meet you.”

From the stories that Carlisle has heard, Celine was 25 years old when she assumed the position and has demonstrated remarkable competence, excelling in her role for a year prior his return with unparalleled precision and skill.

But it was distracting him, she was distracting him. Despite her undeniable competence, it was her blood that proved to be the real challenge for Carlisle. The tantalizing scent of it often left Carlisle struggling to focus, forcing him to endure long stretches without breathing just to filter out the temptation.

But even after leaving work, her scent lingered in his mind, infiltrating every aspect of his life. Something as harmless as a report file with a hint of her scent could drive him to the brink of madness.

It’s been a year since Carlisle has been working with Celine, a year of extreme caution over his thirst. He was always making sure that he was fed before going to the hospital, making sure that there was always some distance between them. However, as the chief nurse, their interactions were inevitable, presenting a constant challenge to Carlisle's restraint.

It also didn’t help that Celine’s kind and caring nature was growing on him in ways that he didn’t expect that it’ll do so. Her smile became a source of motivation for him, brightening his day with a single glance. He found himself instinctively seeking her out upon arriving at work, drawn to her presence like a magnet.

Celine was growing on him, as a person, as a friend, as someone that he wishes he could pursue openly.

“She’s your blood singer and mate.” Edward concluded, having experienced a similar scenario before “You’re dealing with what I’ve dealt with when Bella was still human.”

“Great,” Rosalie scoffed, crossing her arm “Another human.”

“Carlisle won’t pressure her into something that she doesn’t want to partake herself in.” Esme assured everyone

“We would never know if he doesn’t pursue her.” Alice said, holding on from having another vision whether Celine Wright was in their future or not

“Would we rob Carlisle a chance to finally be with his mate?” Edward argued to Rosalie

“Would you rob another girl’s humanity for an uncertainty?” Rosalie asked him back; the tension was growing between the two

“Enough with the arguing.” Carlisle said, a decision set in his head

“I’ve figured out that she’s my mate. But I will not pressure her into anything.” He stated at once to everyone that was listening to him “Nor will I pursue her whatsoever. Let the future play how it has planned to be. Alice, Edward, no attempting to manipulate it to one of your visions.”

Just in time, his alarm has rung, notifying him that he has a shift to get ready for. He bids his goodbye, going to his office to get ready.

He was painfully slow, questioning whether his choice was the right one, plagued by uncertainty and the fear of denying himself a chance at happiness.

But underneath his own desires was the concern for Celine's well-being. He couldn't bear the thought of forcing her into a life she didn't want, no matter how difficult it was for him to accept the possibility of letting her go.

“Are you sure of your decision?” Esme asked him, walking into his office “Do you really want to just give up like that already?”

“She deserves a long, happy life.” Carlisle spoke softly, grabbing his briefcase with all the reports that he’s brought home “Not be damned for eternity.”

“And if she asks for a long, happy life with you, then what?” Esme asked him, making Carlisle ponder at her question. She was right, what certainty did he have that Celine wouldn’t welcome this life?

‘The risk is too high.’ He thought to himself

He left without answering her question.

It was another late-night shift that Celine accepted. Having heard another alibi from one of her co-nurses. Lying and saying that “they have some important matters to deal with,” only to see them by the bar as she drives by, drunk beyond their capabilities.

‘I have nothing to do anyways, so why not just earn more so I could leave this shitty town.’ She always used that to convince herself

In all honesty, Celine's financial status was not a factor in her decision. She had inherited a comfortable sum from when her parents died, ensuring that she was shielded from any financial struggles. But she’s heard that Doctor Cullen always took a night shift, working perfectly for their family’s set up of needing someone to be at home at all times.

What’s wrong if she was to indulge herself and the tiny crush that she had for him? After all, he wasn't married, a fact his hand had subtly conveyed to her.

“Nurse Celine, good to see you…again.” Carlisle greeted, walking in her office (which technically, is his office too) with a disposable cup of coffee “I thought your shift was over?”

“Yeah, Nurse Alex had to bail, said something along the lines of dealing with some personal stuff.” Celine answered “Made sure to give him the morning shift though, just as some sort of revenge.”

“I do not condone that behavior, but frankly, I would say that you deserve the rest.” Carlisle said, sitting next to her. It was dangerous, he knew. But he didn’t want to leave her alone.

“It’s a slow night.” Celine reported “Just one rush to the E.R. thinking that they were dying because of some spots they saw on their face. After doing some checking on it, it was just some questionably large pimples. Scary? Yes. But not fatal.”

“At least it has been slow so you won’t tire yourself too much.” Carlisle said, pushing the coffee near her

“Why don’t you just say to your sister that you don’t actually enjoy the coffee she makes? It just feels like a waste, giving away your coffee every time.” Celine asked, accepting the cup and drinking it

Carlisle was asked by Celine one time why he wasn’t drinking the coffee that he had, noticing that the cup was left untouched until he throws it away just after his shift. In panic, he fabricated a story, claiming that his sister Esme, who worked night shifts at her own job, often made coffee for herself and would give the extras to him.

He had offered it to her then, hoping that the coffee Esme made because she has missed the aroma of coffee was in Celine’s taste. Celine didn’t answer that time if she had enjoyed the coffee or not, but every time he would offer her the coffee, she would accept it.

This silent acceptance fueled Carlisle's hope that perhaps, in some small way, they were connecting through these shared moments over coffee.

From then, he asked Esme about the recipe and continued to make it from the comfort of his car before he walked in the hospital, using the coffee as a conversation starter, a way to engage with her, hoping to deepen their connection through these small interactions.

“You enjoy it.” Carlisle answered almost immediately. Celine looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion

“I mean, she always makes it at night for her work. Offers some to me, even though I don’t drink coffee, I’m just too shy to not accept it. And besides, you deserve some coffee yourself too.” Carlisle explained further, giving Celine the satisfaction of getting an answer

“Thanks. I owe you one.” Celine said, lifting the coffee and drinking some more of it “How do you even get the energy to do night shifts? Ever since you got here, you’ve like made it your thing to be the one for night shifts.”

“I sleep in the morning.” Carlisle answered, having prepared an alibi for when that question inevitably gets asked to him “Did kind of take a toll on my social life though, I’ll tell you. But I have accepted this way when I decided to step into the field of medicine.”

“Really?” Celine asked, piqued with how he was opening up “Why prefer night shift then? You could easily be transferred to morning shift if you’d just ask.”

“I prefer it this way.” Carlisle answered, Celine pondered if someone has asked him this question before “Besides, who will give you your daily coffee if I don’t join you with the night shifts?”

“I can get myself coffee, thank you very much.” Celine answered, fake insult in her tone and playfully rolling her eyes at him

“I know you can, I do enjoy it just as much to be the one to give you your coffees.” Carlisle said, a smile on his face

‘He looked like a Ken doll.’ She thought, looking at Carlisle and admiring his seemingly perfect features. His eyes was shining golden, a shade she never thought was possible for a human to have. The pale pink tint of his lips stirred a fleeting curiosity about their softness, though she quickly brushed aside any thoughts of how they might feel against her own.

“Some of the nurses are getting jealous, you should give them coffee sometimes.” Celine teased him. Carlisle looked at her, his eyebrows raised at her teasing. He did not want to give anyone else some sort of affection.

His undead heart was with hers before she even knew it.

“That’s if they’ll like 5 teaspoons of sugar and 3 teaspoons of creamer in their coffee.” Carlisle teased her back, watching as she finishes the coffee that he has prepared

“Well, anything that you would give to them, they’ll accept really.” She answered, before going back to reading some reports that the morning shift nurses has prepared for them

The night was long, the comforting silence joining them as they read through. Fortunately, there were no urgent emergencies demanding their attention. It wasn’t until Carlisle heard Celine stifle a yawn that made him check his watch, the small screen showing 8:17 AM.

“Shift over.” Carlisle announced, standing up and faking a stretch

He could have stayed there forever had she been able to do the same.

“Finally.” Celine mumbled, the aftermath of the coffee finally taking a toll on her as she slumps herself on the seat that she’s been on for the past 12 hours “So tired.”

“Need a ride home?” Carlisle asked, seeing that she wasn’t awake enough to go home on her own

Despite his declaration not to pursue Celine, Carlisle found himself engaging in behaviors that seemed to contradict his words. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was unintentionally leading her on, even though she hadn't explicitly expressed interest in him, neither through her words nor her body language.

“I’m fine, brought my car with me.” Celine murmured; her eyes closed as she rests her head on the chair “Just need a few minutes to close my eyes.”

“Okay then.” Carlisle answered, sitting down on the chair where he was sitting earlier, grabbing a bit more reports to read as he accompanies her

The few minutes became an hour. Then the hour became two hours. Carlisle then slowly realized that Celine was beginning to doze off in the chair she was sitting in. He looked at her with a small smile on his face.

He didn’t need to be a vampire or a doctor to know that she was in an uncomfortable position. Her whole torso was slouched down and her head was down, giving the look that she was uncomfortably bowing.

Carlisle moved his seat closer to hers, feeling the warmth of her arm against the coldness of his. With tender care, he lifted her head, cradling it on his shoulder. Though not as plush as a pillow, he knew it would be far more comfortable than where her head had previously rested.

As he sat there, Carlisle gazed at Celine, closing his eyes and synchronizing his faux breathing with hers, attuned to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

Carlisle knew that it was temptation, being this close to her. And a sin to indulge himself in such temptation. But if he was to be damned today, he would be happy to have indulged himself with the existence of Celine.

[bestjeanistmonster]

I like how your view towards Batman Knuckles believing the reformation of criminals like how Batman doesn't want to kill philosophy.

Also Batman Knuckles versus Poison Ivy Shadow is hilarious to imagine given how often those two buttheads from the Archies and IDW.

1) To me Batman’s empathy and drive to make Gotham a better place for everyone, his villains included, is something thats just so important to his character so i really wanted to keep that core with knuckles!

he is gotham’s protector and his rogues are part of gotham, he will fight to protect the city from them and he’ll fight to protect them too, even if its from each other, even if it’s from themselves

its just that unwavering belief thats so special to me

2) Shadow is such a fucking problem for Knuckles lmao. cuz the guy is basically a living weapon with an onions worth of skills and abilities so he’ll never be completely harmless

and his basic motivation to destroy all humanity to make way for plant life paired with him apparently not legally existing, with no trace of a backstory makes him a seemingly dead ended mystery (for now..)

and fun fact! Knuckles was (unwittingly) responsible for Shadow’s official debut as poison ivy (no costume yet tho that comes when he’s around 18)

it was about a year since Shadow woke up from cryostasis so he was about 14, he still wore his hazmat suit most of the time and in that year on earth he’d been gradually exposed to just how much humans had destroyed the planet maria loved in 50 years

like, destroying the ecosystem on the planet they all for greed? seriously?

it sounded like a dumb joke but he could feel the earth choking on the pollution, and unfortunately he was in Gotham city where that same pollution was basically everywhere and cranked to 11, like. Most plants are dying or dead

he’d been laying low trying to find anything he could about the chaos emeralds, but due to how obscure the knowledge is he wasn’t getting far

well he did get close to grabbing one once but Batman swiftly put a stop to that and Shadow barely got away

he was also lowkey traumatised by the act of a shifting shadow decending upon him but we don’t talk about that

he’d managed to avoid arrest for that incident but then Echidna industries announced

for background, when Locke was still alive he did do some good work to start making the city a better place for it’s people but unfortunately that cane with very dire environmental cost. When knuckles took over he wasn’t aware of this, he believed his father did good for gotham and knew what he was doing so only started building on those foundations Locke set up but didn’t check to see what other negative impacts there were in blind faith

so when it was brought to his attention, he decided to rectify this by partnering with another company who specialises in ‘eco-friendly’ oil

(that oil was not eco friendly)

it was gonna be this huge merger with a signing ceremony and parade and all the bells and whistles and it was everywhere on tv

the mission statement was appealing to shadow but he was hesitant and suspicious cuz it sounded too good to be true frankly. so he did some research and snooping around their main facility and found it was a hotspot for pollution in the city, dumping sewage in the river, cutting down the little green land left in the city for more factories, using supergrowth chemicals on the plants they use so the new don’t give off pollen and thus the pollinators can’t pollinate them, etc.

Shadow is obviously pissed about this and after all the bullshit he’d witnessed in this city, actively endorsing an asshole who’s actively doing all the crummy stuff in public and destroying the environment is where he reaches his limit. this time he decides to do something about it

so on the day of the parade he makes his first full public appearance as a supervillain

[oodlyenough]

alright i started trying to write my s2 thoughts and just this one element already got long as hell and it's maybe my hottest take and most #unpopular opinion based on skimming other reactions so. whatever. i'm quarantining it to its own post god help me.

but

Speaking as someone who loved him the most in s1, to be honest I don't think Viktor's story in s2 was particularly good. I feel like they got into the season, realized they were supposed to vaguely tie into League lore, sort of haphazardly gave him some word salad speeches about evolution and emotion, and called it a day. I thought his cult motivations, the influence (or not) of the hexcore, etc were all pretty underwritten.

But in particular I'm bothered by the speech Jayce gives about Viktor "wanting to cure what [he] thought were weaknesses" and the suggestion that Viktor was doing evil blood magic because he was insecure about his disabilities and felt lesser-than because of them. This is just straight up not true in season 1. He does blood magic in 1.2-1.3 because he is DYING. It's like everyone in the show and the fandom forgot he was terminally ill. Conflating the general feel-good "love your body as it is" messaging around disability with *terminal illness* is just ... What.... in the world...?

In season one we saw *other people* treat him as lesser bc he was disabled, while Viktor's introductory speech is "nobody ever believed in [...] a poor cripple from the undercity, [but] I believed in myself". No one in s2 ever acknowledging that he took risks with the hexcore because he didn't want to die at, like, age 30 OR that by the end of s1 he had done the "morally correct" thing of accepting his mortality only for Jayce (and later Singed lol) to ignore that and plug the hexcore into him against his will... Jayce doesn't even own up to that or apologize for his role in things lmao I mean, #classic Jayce, but what is happening here.

If they wanted Viktor to be the average Spiderman villain messing around with science to cure his disabilities and unleashing eldritch horrors in the process, they could've written that in season 1 very easily. And of course it's great that Jayce loves him as he is -- to be honest season 1 never gave me any reason to think otherwise, but it's nice for Viktor to hear it, sure. But they specifically made him terminally ill only to act like that never happened, or like terminal illness is an "imperfection" you can defeat with body positivity and self-love. It's so tonally weird. I've seen a lot of people who were very moved by Jayce's speech about loving him anyway, and I'm happy people found meaning in it, but I was jaw dropped. Viktor was never "broken", yes, but he was fucking dying, and there is a difference.

[ilidaeandquill]

All Is Fair in Death and War - Character Analysis/Notes

The Lamb/Lambert - Bargaining

“Lambert is going to represent the Bargaining stage of grief because they make deals a lot!" I say, knowing the only two choices they had for their first 'deal' was "Yes" or "Absolutely." That's not a deal that's a fucking scam.

(Keep reading for character breakdown) First Chapter: All Is Fair in Death and War - Chapter 1 - IlidaeAndQuill - Cult of the Lamb (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own] (Regular weekly updates are returning this Saturday!!)

Primary Motivation: Lambert's primary motivation is keeping their cult safe :) haha PSYCH bitch you thought. Their true motivation lies in the past: they wish to make their cult happy, only to appease the guilt of being the only survivor among the sheepfolk. They failed their flock once: they're not going to fail again.

Character Traits: They are typically softspoken, charismatic, and surprisingly stubborn. Oh hey did I mention the trauma-induced paranoia? Yeah. It’s not really a ‘thing’ they have - it’s a full aspect of their character :D

Theme Songs (Lyrical): "The Calling" - The Amazing Devil, "Castle" - Halsey, "BIRDS OF A FEATHER" - Billie Eilish (This is about Lambert and Goatfrey and you cannot change my mind.)

Theme Songs (Instrumental): "Serenade of Water" - Rozen (HARPS. CHOIRS. AAAAH), "Lady Eboshi" - Joe Hisashi (Princess Mononoke) (for some fucking reason the original version is not on YouTube, so I made a Spotify account just to link the actual song here.)

NariLamb Song from their p.o.v. (you already knew this was coming): “Teeth” - 5 Seconds of Summer

Voice Claim: Kurapika - Hunter x Hunter (Lambert is now drowning in an indescribable emptiness.) Dialogue Pattern: In the presence of mortals/the following, they assume the tone of a leader. The second they're away from mortals, their dialogue becomes a lot sloppier. I definitely took inspiration from the Doom & Shroom animation for their more relaxed dialogue.

Outfit Inspiration: Breezy and formal, yet simple. They love trying on new fleeces, but they hate heavy garbs. Lots of religious trinkets and accessories. The Red Fleece and Gold Bell are there too, as well as the Cross Eye of the Crow. (This was the original outfit, then I found the outfit below with SHOULER PADS??? Yeah. They're rocking those every time they leave for a crusade.)

Lambert is the protagonist of AIFiDaW and the primary representation of the Bargaining stage of grief. This is shown through the copious amounts of deals they make, even over tiny matters.

“I’ll count to three, and you’ll lower your weapons at the same time. Together. Does that work for you?” (Chapter 3: Arise, Vessels O' Fate)

It's all deals. They 100% have the ability to force/coerce every single one of their ambitions, but they strike deals instead. They bargain for what they want, which doesn't always work in their favor.

“Made a deal,” Goatfrey tried to chuckle. “Sure. The crown-bearer made a deal with a mortal. You’re playin’ with your food, Bert. One day, you’ll have to shut up and eat.” (Chapter 8: Eons Agone) (which isn't out yet lmao I'll add the link when it is.)

It’s also shown through their reminders of the sheepfolk, aka, their paranoia. Whenever they sense danger for their following, they see reminders of the sheepfolk in them. This typically makes them slip into ‘desperation mode,’ where they would do/bargain anything to prevent that person from being harmed. Again, it's not necessarily because they love that specific character, but because they are using that mortal to internally bargain with the loss of the sheepfolk.

"The moonlight reflected in bright, white glares on her skin. Her cotton robes looked more like wool." (Chapter 2: Red, Violet, and All the Colors Between)

Random Facts/Trivia: - SAVIOR COMPLEX SAVIOR COMPLEX SAVIOR COMPLEX - they have it super bad. Also survivor's guilt, obviously. - Which means I get to project my C-PTSD on them yaaaaay :D - Lambert is a massive hypocrite. They’re called out on this quite often. This is mainly because they don't actually care about the cult (I mean they do but not as much as they believe they do): the primary reason they care is to internally bargain with their loss. - When standing/walking together, Goatfrey will stand to their left, and Lambert to the right. To counter this/add opposing symbolism, Goatfrey is right-handed, while Lambert is left-handed. - Lambert prefers to fight with a sword, but they also like daggers and the hammer (for some odd reason) (context: I fucking hate the hammer). - Lambert's stage, the Bargaining stage, is easily the one I had to perform the most research on. Holy shit this phase of grief is way deeper than I thought. I could rant on and on about it, but I'd rather portray it through Lambert lol. - This might be a spoiler but idc: in order for a character to move through their arc/reach acceptance, they must reject their initial reaction towards grief (aka: what they symbolize, so in Lambert's case, Bargaining). Notice how, every time the Lamb is presented with a quest, they are given the option to accept or refuse the deal? Even with the first initial "Yes" or "Absolutely" question, they are given a choice to bargain. This is true for all quests except one: "Lamb. Will you walk with me?" It's almost like Narinder is the one person they don't want to bargain for, the one thing they want to accept no matter what. I just. Think that's neat. I think that's very neat and I'm definitely sane about this ^^ (OOOOOOHHHHHHH I CANNOT WAIT TO ABUSE THIS FOR THEIR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT) - Lambert and Goatfrey weren't supposed to become best friends instantly (the note I wrote for that segment is: "It’s been a few days since Lambert and Goatfrey made up. They are pretty much now in besties mode" - that's 12 chapters away THAT'S CHAPTER FUCKING 20), but that clearly didn't happen lol. I'm just. So. AAAHH. Their friendship means everything to me. I asked them to delay their relationship development: they beat the piss out of me, declared each other besties, and left me there alone and bleeding until I let them be friends earlier.

Thank you so much for reading my rambles about my portrayal of Lambert! They super fun to write in AIFiDaW - I can't wait to write how their character evolves throughout the story. Honestly I could make like 5 different posts just yapping about them, but I'm forcing myself to stop here.

THAT SAID If you have questions about Lambert, or any of the characters/literally anything to do with AIFiDaw, I am always open to questions! I can also do the 50 Lamb Questions trend that I've seen floating around, sooo uh yeah. Hit me. I'm always happy to chat :)

Theme

The Goat/Goatfrey - Narinder - The Lamb/Lambert - The Curse

Leshy - Heket - Kallamar - Shamura

Jalala - Rinor - Fena - Aym & Baal - The Mystic Seller

[the-traveling-poet]

Coffee Shop

The day had finally arrived; in which you would meet your idol for a late lunch at a local cafè. And what a head rush just the idea of such a thing gave you. Amidst the not so subtle interrogation and polite pleasantries passed back and forth between the two of you over tea, the spark that had started this whole ordeal grew into that of a flame. A flame he seemed to take and run with…

Pairing: Actor!Levi x Fan!reader

Warnings: modern!au, language, fluff

Taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe @pelicanpizza (if you’d like added to the taglist for Levi Fic updates, just DM me!)

A/N: The long (somewhat maybe?) awaited pt. 3, finally posted! I took much, much longer in completing this than I wanted to. But life happens; losses, injuries, illnesses, grievances…the list goes on. But since my motivation came back, I’ve returned to my most passionate hobby; writing Levi fanfiction. I would have finished this sooner but the added feature of the BOOP got me distracted for a full 24hrs lmao. In this fic, I added in my own mix of hc’s for the sake of modern!au, and Levi’s a little OOC but…It’s a modern AU and I can do what I want :p

So without further ado, enjoy!~

~More Levi Ackerman content in my masterlists~

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

The day had come….

Steeling your nerves, you took in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. The door stood closed before you, and only a gentle tug would open it up to the cafè inside; yet you paused with your hand hovering over the silver handle.

You’d already peered through the shop’s windows to see if he was here yet, and concluded he wasn’t. And with the lack of some shiny, expensive looking car parked near the curb out front, you figured you’d beat him here. You were early, after all. So why couldn’t you just make yourself go in and have a seat?

Relax, you thought to yourself as you finally grasped the handle in the palm of your hand. You’ve gotten this far already, you can’t mess this up…

Walking into the rather aesthetic looking cafè, you looked around with bated breath. The cafè was small, but very pleasing to the eye; menu boards written in cursive print above polished countertops, floors spotless and organized, windows without a single speck upon them.

Even the scarce customers sat strewn about the tables seemed poised and of a higher class than you were used to seeing on a daily basis.

Suddenly, you felt just a tad under dressed.

Shaking the thoughts away, your eyes continued to study the room around you, until you were met with the steady gaze of a man sat a table at the back wall of the cafè. And oh, how those silver eyes always managed to captivate your entire attention; in person even more so than from through a screen.

Stiffening your posture where you stood, you shook yourself out of your daze with a mental slap in the face.

“Shit…” you whispered, shuffling your feet forward to approach his table. Of course he would be early and beat you…to being early.

Once you stood only a foot away from his table, Levi took a stand. After subtly looking you up and down, he reached out and pushed back the chair opposite him and gave you room to take a seat, after silently motioning to hang your coat up on the back of your chair for you.

With a whispered thank you, you shrugged off your coat and let him place it on the back of your chair before scooting you forward and then returning to his own seat.

“You’re early,” you blurted out after he sat, still in a bit of a daze.

“I’m always early; though, I’m surprised to see you’re twenty minutes early. I’m impressed.” He commented softly, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on your ever shifting eyes.

Once you managed to hold eye contact with him, you noticed the worn leather jacket hanging off the back of his chair, contrasting the grey turtleneck shirt he wore. The look was quite dashing on him, and you had to refrain yourself from blurting out this observation.

“You’re extra early,” you pointed out, taking a moment to look out the window to your right.

“I didn’t see any overly expensive cars outside, so I had assumed I’d beaten you here.”

“I always am. And, didn’t drive my car,” he answered plainly as he too looked out the window. Before you could ask, he was already pointing to a sight just near the curb. Perched on its stand near the window was a bike; sleek black and shining in the dull spring sunlight.

“That’s the bike you drive?” You nearly gasped, ogling over the bike. Sure, you’d learned enough about him from your obsessive research to know he rode. But never once had you seen the actual bike he owned.

“No, stole it from a man a couple blocks back.” Levi scoffed, but not aggressively so. When you looked back over at him, he seemed more curious than sarcastic when he looked over at you from the corner of his eye as he continued to face the window.

“Though, I never told you I rode.”

Realizing you’d soon be found out about your obsession into his personal life, you decided to downplay the fact you knew with an absent smile.

“Oh…well, you mentioned it once or twice in interviews. I’d never seen the bike itself, though.”

“I seldom post to my socials, unless one of the guys naggs me to,” he shrugged, picking up a menu off the table previously stacked by the rack of simple condiments lining a thin rack at one edge of the table.

“You seem more informed about me than I had assumed you’d be. Are you one of those fans who obsessed over and took to heart every interview and discarded show clip they can get their hands on?”

Gulping down you nerves, you hastily waved your hand in a dismissive manner.

“Oh pftt, no. I just…liked the show a lot, and had some free time to binge its content.”

He regarded you with a deadpan expression, as though not fully buying your half truth. But after raising a brow, he seemed content to let the matter sit.

“Well, either way, it’s nice to be out of the spotlight for a bit and unwind. I’m still surprised with myself that I gave my number out to a fan, but…I can’t say I regret it after this past week. You’re entertaining.”

“Is…is that a compliment? Or should I take offense to being generalized?” You smiled, also picking up a menu to look through.

“Which would you prefer?” He hummed, already seeming to have decided what he wanted, as he folded his menu back up and set it aside.

“I’ll take it as a compliment. A compliment from my favorite actor seems nice,” you hummed, beginning to loosen up a little more now that conversation had moved along.

Levi only hummed thoughtfully, peering over the top of your menu to see your crinkled eyes as you scanned along the cursive print. Unbeknownst to you, he made sure.

By the time you decided and set the menu aside, a waitress came along to jot down your orders. Listing off the tea and pastry you desired, you glanced back at Levi, who had yet to speak.

“I’ll take the black tea. No sweeteners, please. Thank you,” he said softly, briefly looking up at the waitress with a nod.

The waitress sent him a dazzling smile, loitering by the table a moment longer than was needed, before scurrying off towards the kitchens behind the front counter. With a snort, Levi resumed his attention towards you.

“I have a funny feeling there’s not much about me you don’t know. Am I right? You seem the type to do your research.”

He murmured, propping his chin onto his hand as he leaned ever so slightly closer across the table towards you, with his elbow supporting him on the table top.

Blushing, you opted to stare down at the napkin holder to your right.

“That-that may not be true-“

“How old am I?” He interrupted, with a brow ever so slightly raised in amusement.

“Twenty five…but that’s common knowledge to anyone who has access to Wikipedia.”

You huffed, crossing your arms as you defended yourself.

“I suppose so. That was a silly thing to ask…alright then, I’ll test you further; what was my favorite shoot?”

“The ‘Royal Government arc’,” you answered immediately. Too fast, you realized, only a moment too late.

“Alright then, something not related to the show…What’s my cat’s name?”

“Eros,” you sighed, already knowing you’d lost. “But to be fair, you’ve brought up your cat numerous times in interviews-“

“Keep digging sweetheart, you’re just burying yourself further here,” he hummed, a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

“Alright, alright…So I may have gotten a little obsessed.” You murmured, feeling your cheeks burn a tad hotter than before as you finally admitted to his claims.

“To the show, or my character? Better yet, perhaps me?” He lifted his elbow off of the table and leaned back in his chair with crossed arms. And for a moment, you could have sworn he was teasing you. It worked in flustering you, if that had been his angle. But before you could finish stuttering out a response to his cocky claims, he flashed a minuet smile your way.

“I suppose you do know quite a lot about me, so I’ll ask my own questions. Ones I didn’t ask over the phone already.” He stated calmly as his boot nudged your foot under the table.

Ceasing your poor attempt to stutter out any form of defense, you nodded with an embarrassed sigh.

"Alright, that sounds fair." You murmured, mentally bracing yourself for any kind of question he might throw your way.

Seeing your compliance, he started firing off his own questions.

It nearly felt like an interrogation; like last weeks interview role’s had been switched on you. Only, he wasn’t so shy in asking what he pleased.

Your place of employment, your college major, your pastimes, family, social life. Hell, he even asked for your favorite arcs in the show and which of the scenes he starred in you liked the most.

By the end of it, you’d relaxed significantly and opened up more than you had expected to. And in turn, he became a tad more expressive himself.

“Ever rode a bike?” He asked after finishing his cup of tea, with his unoccupied arm resting over the back of his chair as he raised a brow. His sudden curiosity threw you off a bit.

After calming down from a fit of giggles from his previous question, you raised a brow his way.

“No, I cant say I have.”

With a tilt of his head he regarded you curiously, as though coming to a a silent decision with himself. After a brief span of silence he sighed and placed his hands in his lap.

“Well…Perhaps I could make an exception and allow you to ride with me. I could use a backpack.”

“An exception? To what rule?” Furrowing your brows, you regarded him curiously.

A backpack? What rules?

Hiding his slight smirk with a tilt of his head, he replied; “The rule I have against anyone touching my bike. I’d hate for it to get dirtied or scratched, but I’m sure you’ll be carful.”

“You’re asking me if I’d like a ride?” You murmured, suddenly feeling as allert as you had the moment you wanking into the cafè. With a nod, he confirmed your suspicions.

“On your bike?” You asked, incredulously.

“Unless there’s something else of mine you’d like to ride?” He replied with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Though after just a moment, he cleared his throat and looked away.

“I’m sorry, that was a bit…abrasive.”

“No! I-Id love to!” You grinned, unable to help but stare once more out the window towards his bike as you discreetly hid your blush.

“I’d be down for any kind of ride.”

Now it was his turn to appear surprised and maybe a tad flustered, for the first time this afternoon. He opened his mouth, then abruptly closed it; eyes darting about the table between you. Suddenly, two feet of table never felt so far of a distance before.

With a grunt he stood, taking his jacket in hand as he reached into his left pocket.

“Well then, unless you have plans this afternoon…My bike and I are free.”

Biting at your lip, you also stood.

“No, I’m free. If…If you’re offering.”

“I was under the impression I was doing more than that?” He grumbled back in responce as he fumbled out his wallet. Catching his movement, you went to do the same. That is, until his slender fingers wrapped around your wrist at your waist to stop you.

“Ah ah, I proposed this meet up. The least I could do is pay.” He scoffed, a click of his tongue to follow. Though you attempted to disagree, he placed your hand holding your wallet back into your back pocket; much to your stunned surprise.

“I’ve got it,” he whispered, placing down a check on the table top. Only seconds later, you found yourself standing outside near the curb, watching him mount his bike. And oh, what a sight that was.

Unexpectedly he pulled out a secondary helmet, similar in appearance to his own. Taking is hesitantly, you fumbled with the chin straps as you took a step closer to the bike as it roared to life.

“You just carry around a second helmet?” You questioned uncertainly as he reached out his hand to you.

“No…Stopped by a store before arriving here,” He mumbled, his voice becoming more muffled as he adjusted his own helmet. Swallowing down your growing nerves and hiding a grin behind the helmet, you allowed his hand to guide you into the spot just behind him.

Suddenly, he revved the engine, causing you to startle, only slightly. One look around the smaller bike showed you there were no handle bars to hold onto, causing your eyes to flick to his expectantly.

Oh shit…

“Well? Hold on, else you’ll go flying off the back.” He rolled his eyes before pulling down the visor of his helmet and slipping on a pair of leather gloves. Doing the same, you gave a nervous nod.

Hesitantly you reached out, your arms barely grazing his sides as color filled out your cheeks. With the noise of the bike revving, you missed the way he groaned to himself.

“Fuck’s sake…”

Suddenly the bike jolted forward, sending you crashing forward into his back with a muffled gasp of shock.

Behind the tinted visor, Levi allowed himself a smirk and a satisfied hum, as he used one of his gloved hands to hold yours into place at his abdomen.

“Like I said; hold on, stubborn brat,” he called out, barely turning his head to see you. Though you couldn’t make out every feature of his face through the shield, you gave a shaky chuckle and nodded back; tightening your grip around his middle. He was quick to look away, before fumbling with the kickstand and shifted gears a second time.

As he skillfully merged into the lane, you raised your chin up just slightly over his shoulder.

“Where are we going?” You called over the wind as it gradually picked up speed.

“I figured around a couple blocks; unless you have another idea?” He called back, still able to hear you surprisingly well.

You thought on this a moment, before an idea struck you. Humorously, you called back.

“Well, unless you have another photoshoot this evening, there is a nice city park a few blocks up.”

You never heard a response from him, until he pulled you both up pulled to a stop light. He raised the visor of his helmet after putting down his kickstand once more and raised a brow over his shoulder towards you.

“A park, huh? I can do that…but I’m taking the longer route.”

“The longer route?” You questioned uncertainly.

“The highway, yes. Wouldn’t you like for first ride to be memorable?” His eyes seemed to sparkle as he spoke.

“So long as you don’t kill us,” came your mumbled responce. Yet he seemed to hear it, as he only rolled his eyes.

“Don’t you fret, princess. I wouldn’t let my first ever passenger fall off or become injured. Cant let our first date become our last.”

“First date?”

He merely chuckled at your sudden squeak as he turned to face you better.

“Unless you’d rather not call it that. Would you rather this be considered a VIP backstage pass?”

Your heart twisted and flipped pleasantly in your chest as you quickly lowered the visor of your helmet once more to hide the expression of bewilderment on your face.

“You’d go on a date with a fan?” You managed to croak out just as the light turned green.

Tugging down his own visor once more and lifting the stand, he hummed thoughtfully before reviving the bike.

“I gave my number to one, didn’t I?”

Holding your hand tight to his chest, he used his free hand to push forward, rushing through traffic as you gradually increased speeds. All the while his hand stayed on top of yours, until the need to pull away became undismissible.

And you didn’t dare to let go. Not now, nor ever. Especially if he was promising a second date…

[hangmanbradshaw]

It being draft weekend makes me think of Jake and his draft and how excited and nervous he must have been but also how sad he was that his dad made the comment about it not being Dallas. Was Jake drafted in thr first round? Was he at the draft or did he watch from home?

JAKE'S DRAFT AHHHHH. He was SO nervous, but he hid it so well. All smiles and smirks and confidence when anyone asked, leading up to it. The day he'd worked for his entire life, and he felt good about it, but also, there's no control, and that's terrifying.

This is all we get in iwtby about it:

A memory of his father’s voice echoed through his mind. He’d just been drafted by the Giants in the first round, and all he’d had to say was, ‘well, it’s no Dallas.’ Jake shook his head and tried to focus on the present, but the memories haunted him here. Every corner of the stadium felt like a ghost, digging up bodies he’d tried so hard to bury.

But oh boy, is there a story there. So yes, drafted first round. He watched from home, but there was no big watch party. He sat on his couch with his parents and brother and his agent he'd just signed with after the combine (Mav), hands clasped between his legs, and foot tapping the floor. They were hopeful for a few teams who had expressed interest and needed a QB, including the Titans. He would've been okay with them, was used to Tennessee by then, but they went with another QB in his draft class, picked before him. It stung.

The call came right before Round 1, Pick 17. The Giants. He took 17 as a jersey number to motivate himself to work harder. Be number one. But also as a tribute to the team that gave him a shot, that got him to the NFL, and out of Texas. A division rival from the team he'd watched growing up, but his new home.

Meanwhile, Mav got his first tiny glimpse at Jake's life. The 'watch party' was quiet. After Jake's selection, there was only a gruff 'well it's no Dallas.' Jake headed upstairs to grab his packed bag, ready to immediately get on the plane for the team visit. And that was that.

(when Bradley hears about this story later on, he hates it but smiles and talks about the Giants knowing taste, obviously. But he pictures what it would've been like if he'd been there, if they'd known each other back then.) (uh oh now I'm thinking about the spin-off AU of IWTBY I started once upon a time....yes an AU of an AU lmao)

[monetmightexist]

Misclicktober Day 1 -- Crossover

Qsmp x Genshin Impact (HEAR ME TF OUT CHAT )

okokok i will admit i did totally start early because i got immediate motivation and ideas which does not happen often- and initially i was just gonna like. idk, outfit swap haikaveh (genshin ship) and slimeriana but alhaitham's outfit was too detailed for my liking so i just made them their own designs!!

and then i got rlly carried away for the next few days as my brain slowly deteriorated (i hadn't gone outside in a week, my will to continue with this strange AU faded after I took a walk) and uhh..

A lot of rambling (I tried to make it coherent for anyone who doesn't play genshin) and other little drawings beneath the cut !!

Charlie comes from Mondstadt (based off germany, thought it would be the closest fit, they also really like wine there so charlie can still be an alchoholic lmao !!), and like quite a few others there, he is a bard! His element is dendro, mostly just for the sake of it being green lmaoo-

Then, Mariana comes from Natlan (based on the Aztecs, and I believe q!Mariana is an Aztec god of some kind?). I haven't thought much about his character ngl.. I have a bit of a theory, based on the small amount of info I know about Natlan, that no one except the archon is supposed to be able to weild pyro, but... idk, maybe Mariana used to be the archon? They don't have to die to be replaced in Natlan, just defeated in battle, from what I've gathered. It could also be a reason why he leaves Natlan (no one from there ever leaves, for the sake of some kind of tradition that i forgor), to avoid embarassment or something. idk man. (i say "idk" a lot in this help)

ANYWAYS.

Mariana has shit defense and health, so he desperately need someone to keep him alive. Meaning he greatly depends on Charlie, the only person willing to travel around with and take care of him.

Just one issue: Charlie is a nuisance.

...theyre in love trust.

(jaiden as aether in the background, just because she's played genshin before and i had a premade design to go off of- theres also a very specific npc couple in the fontaine story that gave me CRAZY misclick duo vibes (aka in denial about being a couple, arguing, everyone thinks their using their jobs as a cover for being a couple, they don't want to be seen together in news stories n stuff even though they're work partners-) that i felt the need to mention)

When Charlie does actually end up agreeing to heal Mariana's dying ass, worry not, for he still finds the best ways to be annoying!

I actually came up with the concept of his elemental skill--similar to Barbara, a hydro healer, he would play his lyre and sing, summoning a bunch of little slimes (not elemental ones of any kind, they may have some dendro effects, but they're not actual dendro slimes or anything- if that makes sense-) that latch onto the person's injuries and heal them up !! when health is full, maybe they move to attack enemies or somethin' idk lol

And, speaking of like.. abilities n stuff, I feel like Mariana would have a burst not too different from Diluc's, making big ass wings out of fire or something

annyywayyyss, lets take a look at the rest of the family, yeah??

(i tried to make sunny's hair like.. these little star poms that i found on tiktok but i think i failed miserably HELPP)

We know almost nothing about Snezhnya, but I really think Juanaflippa would be from there, becuase- well-

One of the NPCs, Katheryne, who does a nurse joy kinda thing and is magically at every city at once, we end up finding out is from Snezhnya, and isn't an actual person. She's a bionic puppet that can be recreated. I figured that, maybe, Codeflippa could be some form of a prototype, copying the form of another human being. Why they would chose Flippa for this, I have absolutely no idea, but uh.. Yep !!

Juana would eventually flee from Snezhnya, taking Sunny with her, and I'd imagine that in her effort to protect her younger sister, she would end up gaining an Anemo vision! (She needs to control air currents, it's a necessity to me. She must become the coolest backflipper ever.)

Later on, I'd imagine that Sunny would gain a Geo vision. Her and Navia would probably be best friends.

also i just-

they'd have fun with bombs. juana would absolutely adore klee, and vice versa. mass destruction ensues in mondstadt.

I've never drawn like any genshin character before, they're all SO CONVOLUTED but I felt the urge to have the misclick kiddos interact with the House of the Hearth because I fcusking LOVE THESE FATUI GUYS HSKJNCKS sunny would love lyney and lynette's magic shows, i feel like juana and lynette.. they'd probably be able to trauma bond or something, then.. I think Freminet would probably find Pepito at the bottom of the sea while diving, idk. I wanna make Pepito a melusine (species kinda similar to like, zora from legend of zelda, but they know almost nothing of human culture) for some reason..

Arlecchino would not fw Charlie or Mariana at all, only reason she's here is so that she can keep watch of her children

if you actually read allat, 1) that was almost 1k words, and 2) we're gonna get married. i'm proposing rn. on one knee. ring in hand. congrats. :)

[bepoucorp]

Sup bepou

Wanted to ask how long your vids and your art usually take⁉️ Not to sound nosy haha just curious i always take so long to draw 😔💔💔💔 *cue sad music* Art is so hard *sobbing crying im so tired kdkffdkfgioe idk*

Also you have delicious ahh Art /pos

-🍡

Hi 🍡 , THANK YOU! my vids and art kind of depend on how difficult it is and how much motivation I have for the piece?

"NO DONT DO THAT-" took me like 3 days to make... but "POV: Your Boyfriend falls into a Vat of Acid but its Batjokes" took me atleast 3~ months to make!

- (both are fully colored animations but one is obviously longer than the other, + the boyfriend one i tried a lineless style) the filipino batman comic took me about 1-2 days to create, while, my telltale comic took about 5~ish hours? - (both are fully colored + shaded comics, but the telltale one is shorter while the filipino batman one is like?? its lined and a little longer? I actually planned the dialogue out unlike the telltale one (and it shows LOL)) it all really depends ya know? I also *trained myself/practiced to draw faster*! I'm also one of those people who have to finish an art piece in the same day or else I'll lose steam. (of course this isn't always good/possible, but its kind of how i function with art) thanks again for asking! I love to share my process LMAO