#Nyoom Talks Boom

[fallenorpheus]

What topic is your post about? Do you want to use this as an excuse to talk about it? I love hearing about people's interests! ~ Dagger

Oh gosh, okay! Wasn't prepared for this, but lemme do a little ramble.

So basically, my mum watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer once in front of child me, and I was hooked. Like, I wanted to watch from start to finish, and it was my entire personality for two years, before I moved onto I think Warrior Cats? In around 2013, we watched it as a family again, and I was a little older and once again got hooked. I have ADHD, this happens a lot, I've learned to roll with it.

Well, in around 2016? I think it'd be? Mum went "hey, do you remember watching Buffy? You're older now and you might get the humour a little more now." so boom, rewatch number three, and I didn't quite get as hooked since I was in the middle of a FNAF hyperfixation at the time.

So Buffy kinda zoomed out of my brain for several years until Spotify went "hey, remember when you used to listen to this?" and yeeted 'Once More, With Feeling' at me. Which, of course, sparked a rewatch.

Only, this time, I'm much more mature, and I am no longer the sweet summer child I once was. And despite a hyperfixation currently ongoing (Zelda, I'm really enjoying playing BOTW again atm, and I'm waiting for a release of Twilight Princess on the switch), my brain went "hm, yep, this can be your personality"

Already, I'm getting the tattoo that 2016 me had planned out, and I have that scheduled for November. I'm really excited for that, and it's a huge thing for me!

But yeah, basically: All I want to talk about right now is Zelda and Buffy (and sometimes FNAF, but that's a whole other situation), and I don't really have anyone who's in either fandom to ramble at and have them ramble back at me. Which is chill, I'm kinda nyooming around between interests rn, so it's hard to get settled, but also, I'm enjoying every chance I get to talk about Buffy.

(Throw in my special interest into psychology, and the way that I like to project discussions of that into media, and you get a whole other rant about Buffy's superiority complex, as well as the various themes of unhealthy/abusive relationships)

I just,,, while I know the showrunner was problematic, Buffy has also been a big part of my life for periods, and gosh is it difficult to not start another rewatch because I think my friends would go wild if they had to deal with "Orpheus quoting Buffy for a solid two weeks pt 2 electric boogaloo"

[sonic-nyoom]

Okay so I just want to know also because Sole Power from Sonic Boom is a episode that people can not tolerate but if they tolerate Designated Heroes more because all that Sonic said at the very end of the episode he is the one who put Eggman in a cage which is not making fun of by getting tricked by Eggman at all why did Sonic Team up with them anyway

Ohoho, a Sonic Boom ask? That’s quite rare for me to get here.

I’m not familiar with fandom opinion, so I wouldn’t know what the least favorite episodes are, nor if Sole Power is a more hated episode than Designated Heroes. For me personally, I hate Designated Heroes more and it’s my least favorite.

In terms of why Sonic would team up with them exactly, it’s vaguely hinted and such that he used to be a loner, especially since they get on his case in Rise of Lyric for wanting to go off on his own.

From that, I speculate that Sonic did want company, but had a hard time connecting with them and/or others. I mean, even in the show itself, basically everyone is rude and uncooperative to the point where the line between friend and foe is blurred in Sonic’s mind (look at literally any episode where Sonic and Eggman have a more friendly relationship for reference).

So, if he wants friends and Tails, Sticks, Knuckles, and Amy can at least fight semi-decently, it’s his current best bet for a team-up considering most people on the island are either useless, annoying, or both.

[ebottcatacombs]

Not-Fancy Dates To Take The Boys On

The skelebros’ favorite not-fancy dates. Dedicated to @popatochisssp, whose writing inspired me to make this blog

UT Sans -

Late night shopping cart races. While it’s true he loves a good night’s sleep, he also enjoys staying up late on occasion if some fun times are involved. That being said, he doesn’t care much for fancy restaurants or crowded theme parks, but grocery stores are tame and full of potential entertainment material. Plus, there’s a sort of giddy feeling he gets seeing a place that’s usually full of people so empty. It’s a strange sort of giddy, bordering on fear. Like when you ride a roller coaster.

Ideally, the date consists of pushing each other in carts (he’ll urge you to make the “nyoom” noise when you push him) eating free samples (he brought disguises you can sneak extras) and goofing off in the kid toy section until you get asked to leave. Then he’s content to loiter in the parking lot, staring up at the stars with your hand in his.

UT Papyrus -

Fashion show! Like Sans, Pap’s ideal date happens in a store. However, he prefers unique clothing stores or big bustling malls. They’re so exciting! You better believe he’s bringing a boom box full of fashion-montage beats. You pick outfits for each other to try on and take tons of pictures. Papyrus is full of compliments the whole time, praising how well you wear each outfit and how this one scarf brings out the color of your cheeks when you blush. Compliment him back and he’ll be beaming the rest of the day.

You two usually don’t end up buying anything. If you see something you really like, Papyrus will look for ways to improve the design and you something similar but better (usually covered in flames) because let’s face it, clothes are expensive, and there’s no need to spend all that money when it’s more fun (and usually cheaper) to sew something. After the date, he takes you to get smoothies.

UF Sans -

At first, UF Sans tried to take you to one of those couples pottery classes. He was quick to get annoyed with the teacher, though, and you ended up leaving early. Now craft dates are held in his garage. He tries to mix up what you do, getting clay for sculpting and modgepodge for greeting cards, but when it’s his turn to choose the craft you two end up tinkering with car parts or making something more practical than knick-knacks or post cards. He likes to feel productive, and he likes using his hands.

He won’t ever say it, but he loves when you ask him for help. Not in a creepy way — he respects your independence and loves to see you thrive on your own — but if you ask his expertise on something you’re making it boosts his confidence and makes him feel useful. He loves when he gets to sit behind you and help position your hands the right way, murmuring directions in your ear as he walks you through steps.

UF Papyrus -

While this man definitely appreciates a classy resturant, UF Papyrus can’t resist the allure of a cozy bookshop. The smell of coffee and paper soothes him, and even such a loud guy can appreciate the quiet. The date usually starts with pastries and fancy coffee. He likes to impress you with his super refined coffee taste (you can tell by the look on the barista’s face he orders something simple in a complicated and round-about way) and depending on what you order he’ll make a teasing comment about your sweet tooth. By the third date, he knows your order by heart.

Usually Papyrus will give you time to look around by yourself while he writes in his journal. Or you can sit beside him and read yourself, or write. But he enjoys the quiet moments between you two when you just enjoy each other’s presence.

By far his favorite part of the date is the journey to the romance section. He grabs some classics off the shelf and looooooms close to you, lowering his voice and reading off some of the sweetest words you’ve heard. He is absolutely preening and puffing with pride once he’s got you blushing. Get him back by reciting a love poem to him. Make sure it’s super corny and tooth-rottingly sweet. He will be the blushiest boy.

US Sans -

Gym dates or park dates. Really, any date where you two can burn up some energy. He enjoys roller skating and treadmill dancing, so expect him to show off. Boy can also lift like no one’s business. If you’re not particularly sporty, no worries! He’s happy to lead you in some yoga or just take a walk with you. He also finds pushing you on the swing irresistibly romantic, the nerd.

It’s important to say that while he’ll encourage you on these dates, he’ll never push your limits. If you don’t feel comfortable in a gym that’s fine, and if you can’t keep up with his excessive amount of energy he understands. As far as dates go, he’s super flexible and accommodating. You want a chill picnic? Perfect! He knows the spot. You prefer an arcade over the roller rink? No worries, watch him destroy his high score on Dance Dance Revolution! Overall, his main focus is showing you a good time.

US Papyrus -

You might just be surprised by the amount of energy US Papyrus has on your date. It’s by no means as intense as his brother’s idea of a workout, but he enjoys exploring the outdoors. Impromptu dates happen quite often, as he has a habit of staring out of the window, and if he sees a bird he needs in his journal he’ll ask if you’re up for an adventure. He has an impressive collection of drawings and pressed leaves in his book. Once you come along, he’ll also pick flowers and thread them in your hair.

If you two are going on a planned excursion, you’ll need boots, water, snacks, and a machete. Papyrus doesn’t care to follow paths, so you’ll make plenty of your own. Sometimes you go with a goal in mind (an abandoned fort he heard a rumor about, a certain type of mushroom he’s never seen before) and sometimes you just walk. He’s an excellent conversationalist, and you find talking to him feels easy and natural. You two don’t take any pictures, but Papyrus likes to sketch your adventures. You’re in all of his drawings.

SF Sans -

Given how busy SF Sans is most of the time, he actually prefers simple, easy-going dates. As much as he loves to get dressed up and show you off, taking you to fine art museums and treating you to expensive drinks, homey dates will always be his favorites. He enjoys a good game night with you. Gin rummy, bananagrams, chess. Something stimulating but not tiring (like his job.) You two often break out games and puzzles on the weekends, enjoying a dinner of delivery whatever (veggie pizza is his favorite) and whatever alchohol you can scrounge from the cabinet.

As the night goes on, the games usually turn to things like truth-or-dare and twenty questions. You play ‘never have I ever’ and take shots from those paper mouthwash cups. It’s his favorite part of the week. He gets to unwind with you, and he doesn’t even have to drive anywhere. He doesn’t even have to wear pants! He is honestly so relieved to be out of his royal guard uniform you do not even know. He insists pajamas are necessary for maximum date coziness (plus you look adorable and extra soft.) The date ends with you falling asleep on top of each other.

SF Papyrus -

Blanket fort dates. Look, SF Papyrus is... not fancy. Please don’t make him be fancy. He’s depressed and has little energy, so this is the perfect date for him. Crowds overwhelm him and he already has a tendency to nest, plus you two can fall asleep all cuddled up. He also puts a lot of effort in the blanket fort. Fresh-baked cookies, fairy lights, teddy bears, the works. He makes them functional and beautiful, and you always get to pick the movies. Often times he feels like he should be able to take you on a better date, even if you insist this is more than fine, so he tries to make everything extra perfect to show you he cares and is willing to put work into your relationship.

Papyrus also has an old record player he’ll set up on these dates. Once you two start to wind down for the evening he’ll put on a gentle tune and gather you up in his arm, cuddling you to his chest as he sings. His voice is soft and warm, just a bit scratchy, and you can smell something smoky and sweet on his teeth. He massages your head until you fall asleep.

HT Sans -

At the end of every month the community holds a farmer’s market, and every month Sans takes you on a farmer’s market date. Usually crowds make him nervous, but this is a decidedly tiny meet-up, mostly consisting of people just trying to get by, people trying to continue a family tradition, people just starting out in their passion, that sort of thing. To your surprise, Sans isn’t as reserved as usual the first time he takes you to the market. He cracks jokes, talks to vendors, buys a kid a yarn doll. Deep down, he’s a real people-person who loves to see others smile.

The people at the farmer’s market love you. They coo over what a cute couple you and Sans are. You’re offered a free sample of organic lotion and collect some soup recipes. A little kid introduces you to their teddy bear. One lady tells you about what a joy Sans is, how he always buys something from each of the vendors, encouraging them and giving them hope. They’re so glad the two of you are happy together.

You look forward to the end of every month.

HT Papyrus -

Gardening dates, all the way. On the surface gardening quickly becomes a passion of HT Papyrus. The king and queen used to garden, he tells you, planting golden flowers next to a patch of tulips. And isn’t gardening lovely? It’s an endless circle of food, it looks pretty, and plants are such good listeners. You are also a good listener and very pretty, he tells you. You blush. He puts a hand over yours, helping you pat the soil down nice and snug.

Papyrus has a green thumb, you find out. He’s attentive to the needs of the different types of plants, and is patient while waiting for things to grow. He encourages his plants constantly (“you can do it, I believe in you, you’re the loveliest vine!”) One day you two set up an irrigation system, and between figuring out how much water should go where and how to adjust the system for when it’s time to rotate crops, you two became so very confused. Stumped, you laid in the sun, tossing solutions back and forth. You were growing frustrated, but when you looked to Papyrus he was smiling. When you asked him why, he simply replied he hasn’t been this excited to solve a puzzle in a very, very long time.

You smiled back at him.

[thecoolsquirrel]

Cradlesona

Cradlesona #2

Credits to @lovingsiriusoswald ~!

Basic Knowledge

Name: Kat, soon to be silver/6 of spades

Birthday: 4/20

Age: 27

Height: 5′7 or 174cm

Physical appearance :

Hair: black,thigh length hair, usually tied up in on thick braid,

Eyes:Black

Skin: Tan skin,

Accessories:

An engagement ring on her finger, blue rectangle hair clips, heart shaped golden earrings, a gun holster

Social:

personality: Bold, a flirt, is a 100% straight but would 100% pin a close girl friend, actually really insecure it usually shows when she starts making jokes, sarcastic, blunt, once she starts becoming better friends with someone her awful jokes/sarcasm starts showing

Affliction: Her dad built her a little house next to his, would move once mousie and mousse get married, was going to live at the black army hq but multiple times was called out for wanting to stay at a place with mostly guys

Relationships:

Mousse altas: Oh boy, they argue a bunch of mousie, though kat believes that they could actually be friends, and that he can protect her, but just to get under his skin she bickers with him, would totally threaten anyone who talks bad about mousse though just cause hes mousies fiance, they actually once got into a heated fight and kat yelled at him differently then how she usually does earning a slap from mousie (thats gonna be a comic/fanfic tho) also laughs at how shes like a couple inches taller then him 

Mousie altas: BEST FRIEND OMG I LOVE YOU, ehem, she loves her and would die for her, loves all her treats, and if she doesnt she still eats them but doesnt ask for seconds, brings snacks over all the damn time, compliments everywhere,likes picking her up, she honestly cried when mousie said she was engaged (out of happy tears maybe?) *kat holding someone from the collar* "kat all they said was i looked like a kid.." "EXACTLY" after a fight (wich happens every blue moon) mousie finds kat at a bar and has to pick her up "LITTLE MOUUUSEE~!"  "hm?.." "IM SO SORRY FOR YELLING AT YOU CAN YOU FORGIVE ME PLEASE?" when they were at school kat was into lots of sports and whenever she lost mousie would be there to comfort her, i would say ranting buddies but more like kat rants and mousie listens

Harr silver: "damn" met him on one of those days mousie and herself got into a argument, kat went out into the forest to train were she found it starting to rain, her wanting to go back to hq she left, CRAP, lost, loki found her blah blah blah "hey wanna stay with me?" "not really-" "..." " i see that you wernt ASKING" but then saw harr and almost fell on her face "OH-" one of their convos, "who are you?" "uhh kat whatever your last name is" "!" "NO REGRETS" they didnt see each other for a bit after that but once saw him again to fight amon and noticed that he knew sirius, went up to sirius the next day like "dude i didnt know you had friends outside the army, ANYWAYS WHO IS HE?" honestly blessed sirius for being her wingman after the battle with amon but DIDNT LIKE SIRIUS when harr and she was actually dating and he would try to give him pick up lines or somethin, this boy, she flirts with him a whole bunch, she acts all smooth about it and stuff but once shes done with like two sentences she makes weird giddy noises with her face red matching harrs, harr does anything "YOUR DOING GREAT SWEETIE" harr once made her a flower crown and she may or totally did cry, took her a little bit to say i love you like mousie she wanted it to be romantic and jazz but she probably said it while huggin him like "i love you so much" they both froze loki"OMG IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH TO SAY IT OM-" totally knew when he was proposing cause of either loki and also how can you not he asked her out for a date and he was fidgiting for every second of it, THEY BOTH CRIED WHEN HE PROPOSED, the next day  SHE NYOOMED OVER TO HER BROTHER BUT COULDNT GET A SINGLE DANG WORD OUT SO SHE KINDA WAS JUST THERE FACE RED TEARS STREAKING DOWN LIKE "ISAFEFYOUAINTKGOLSAFNANDHE DIKFILOVEEE HIMOGSG"

Loki: "oh hes kinda clingy but i guess hes kinda neet" after noticing that hes basically harrs son "OH F ME" kinda warmed up to him one day when she was laying with harr sge kinda was just like " your son- i mean loki is a constant on heat cat" loud coughing Red Army:

Blanc: "hey can i have an other slice of the carrot cake its really good!" blanc"????" oliver".... she cant visit no more" boom thats their relationship

Lancelot kingsley: After all that she and it was actuallly amon who was behind everything her reacting kinda was like "oh dang, OK COME HERE LET ME SHOW SOME LOVE" honestly just wants to be friends with him from all the burdens he had are they friends now? "more like acquaintances but im working on it!, sirius and sometimes harr are helping me on trying to help him open up"

Jonah clemence: ok so if she was going to try friending lance shes gonna HAVE to be on the good side with jonah, brought him macaroons from mousies cafe and told him she knows luka and so that was a good start, she sometimes gifts him lukas desserts. are they friends? "i would like to believe so! his tsun side is kinda, something, but when he actually lets those walls fall hes quite nice! right now were trying to get luka talk to him"

Edgar bright: "SKETCHY" shoot hes sketchy little thing but he HAS TREATS, likes his ducks, but honestly think hes really awesome with sword fighting, she asked luka about him and he said that hes "aright" so she takes his word for it are they friends? "yes?"

Kyle ash: asked if he can teach her some basic stuff for dressing wounds, noticed hes also a light weight YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, two drunks being dragged from the collar out of the bar and just laying out infront of the bar like rats, totally calls him out for him saying "Eat healthy" but then he drinks, tried picking him up it actually worked! are they friends?: "HECK YA HES COOL!"

Zero: "ok what the heck happened to you so i know who to murder-" actually started to warm up to edgar when she noticed that he was friends with zero, asked if she can pick him up, it didnt work, asked if he can pick her up, DID WORK, when she was in the dumps cause mousie had work zero gave her a lolipop, ".. omg your a treasure too.." Zero"what?"

Black Army:

Ray blackwell: CAPE BUDDIES! actually really looks up to him and thinks hes super cool! she joined a a few months before him, totally talked to him like a kid but when he became king she kinda was like "Crap waIT WHAT?" asks (she begs) if he can take her when he sees the ally cats, they bond over the kats, though she finds it annoying when they shed on her black cape

Sirius oswald: "who ever thinks im kats dad raise your hand- KAT PUT YOUR HAND DOWN" they knew each other in school, or more like she saw him when they were in school and she just stared at his bangs that looked like they were cut with a lawn mower IMSORRY, shes either on his side defending him from the brats like a proud mother hen, or she is the brat, shes like "no thats not smart" next day shes doing that thing, sirius is on edge around her just cause she can turn on him whenever she feels like it either shes on his side or not lol

Luka clemence: thought he was a girl "wow your really pretty." turns out hes a guy " WOW YOUR A REALLY PRETTY GUY" took a while for them to actually become friends but they got there! praises his cooking/desserts like if its the best thing on this planet COUGH it is COUGH, she gets up around the same time as luka does just so she can make it to the hq on time for breakfast, sometimes asks if they can spar if she catches him training.

Seth hyde: "are you gay?" insert shocked seth face, he helps braid her hair since she cant get it right i mean SHE CANT SEE BEHIND HER HEAD, when she came home one day from a date with harr, harr braided in flowers and seth felt betrayed cause 1: why didnt he think of that and 2:" KAT YOU HAVE SOMEONE ELSE TO BRAID YOUR HAIR WHA" he picked her out some dresses she wants to wear them so badly but doesnt want to one day look like she has somewhere important to be when shes just going on to get fruit, and plus she usally just wears her uniform, tried picking him up, didnt work, he "tried" picking her up " SETH WHY AM I TOUCHING THE SEALING"

Fennir godspeed: "FENNIIIIRRRRR YOOO WHATS GOOD MY GUY" REALLY LIKES TALKING TO HIM, like an older brother to her, he was actually the one who gifted her the gun holster+ a pistol since she took interest in his duel ones, though she only got one since she has shaky hands and needs to hands to steady her hands, tells him hes chicken for not eating his tomatoes, he still doesnt eat them,

Family:(will go in more detail in fanfic or backstory) Parents, two older brothers, two younger sisters Parents: AWESOME, LOVES THEM A WHOLE BUNCH!? Oldest brother: they were kinda close at childhood but drifted away when getting older Second oldest brother: BEST FRIEND, tells him everything, actually joined the blackarmy cause he did youngest sisters:was and still kinda is jealous of them but got over it and trying to fix their relationship

Miscellaneous

Shes secretly really insecure and laughs it off, but is honestly week sometimes and just cries and so shes just smiling while crying and in her head shes just like "Ah yes here i am making everyone around me uncomfortable" is also a stress eater but mousie thinks shes just enjoying the sweets, got bullied as a kid and jokes about it, had lots of friends but then they just left half the time so shes used to quick friends, likes fruit, if you gift her a fruit salad she will probably cry if you cant tell already she crys alot , sometimes she annoys people that are her friends and feels like traasssh is such a light weight its not even funny, when she was younger she was like "oh ya im not going to be a light weight imma be like my dad!" first drink "DAAD IM A LIGHT HECK" 

Snippit of a backstory- TO BE CONTINUED

Quick doodles of mousie and kat

[isaacathom]

also i talked about my scifi story for like half an hour (to myself, natch) and figured out that a good way to handle the AB thing is not to have A decide to ruin the plan out of nowhere by trying to get back to the army base, setting off the system and putting B at risk because Oh Shit. its to have A be arrested for like. hacking and shit, planetside. And, of course, they take ID in that arrest (which would place the criminal mark next to B, whose only crime has been impersonation with permission and some minor licensing shenanigans that come from that), but they also take dna/biometric data, because, yknow, Fake Ids, etc. and yknow, they get the data from A, and it shows up as them being A, and everyones like :T HMMM. A is adamant that they are B, but their colleagues who were arrested with them kinda fuck that by referring to them as A (yknow, Shenanigans).

meanwhile B is at space bace. tries to call A like they’ve been doing semi-regularly, fails. assumes theyre busy. next day, tries again, fails, decides to call their younger bro, who goes ‘yea they got arrested by the govt’ ‘they WHAT? Put mum on the line!’ and all that ensues. they don’t tell B what A did (mum says ‘i dont think im allowed to tell you’) but B is panicking. because Oh, Fuck. the best case scenario is that they assume A is B and B gets a criminal recod, but that fucks over B, who is currently pretending to be A, so like, what are they supposed to do? How long are they going to have to pretend to be A, and will they want to swap back at all if it means suddenly having a record for crimes they didn’t commit? the more likely outcome is that they figure out the switch, and oh GOD, OH NO.

Before the army base can be properly informed about the ongoing Situation (info was delayed because A demanded a lawyer, as you do) B gets sent on another mission with the squad, which helps put their actions into an emotional context. Explains why, when seeing D charge up a terrifying direct hit to a stationary C (whose ship had already been hit and was essentially ‘floating’ while she tried to manually fix one of the broken systems), B goes ‘fuck that’ and does a manual lightspeed jump to intercept the shot, which breaks through their shields and sends them fucking careening off into the void of space because getting hit at near light speed fucks you up real good. like, okay, fucking incredible maneouver, would have worked significantly better if the summonable shields for standard class weren’t Not Super Great, and also if D hadn’t fucking charged shot the bastard. fucking nyoom off into the void, 90% of the reason B fucking blacks out during that is that they got hit on an angle and fucking corkscrewed into the void like babe no amount of gravity stabilisers on the inside are gonna prevent you from wanting to vom, and thats assuming the gravity stabilisers weren’t fucked with IN THE HIT.

i guess the broad strokes is that A gets arrested, and before B can be like, questioned about it re:identity, they get fucked up real good on the last mission because part of them goes ‘if im gonna go to prison after this i might as well go to prison having saved my friends life’ and boom bitch, an unconscious pilot in a corkscrewing spaceship rocketing away from the encounter because theres noone at the wheel to hit the brakes. wild. theyre fine, as soon as L sees whats happened and processes what the FUCK just happened they basically immediately go ‘OH SHIT’ and completely disengage from the fight with D to chase after B’s runaway ship. shenanigans, etc etc, eventually everyones safe and back at base and B’s out fucking cold in the med bay and then like the resolution of that whole thing happens i guess? the fact A is not in orbit sorta messes with the original idea which is that both A and B would fly together, but A’s kinda under arrest for hacking like govt secrets of something trying to uncover the truth behind the DECAF ambush (i love that thats the acronym for the squad it kills me so bad) which means that if the story is entirely set in space, A never actually physically makes an appearance, which is hilarious. does complicate matters because its like, okay, so we’ve gotten a confession from B that they are, in fact, not A, and that they have committed that Worst of Crimes, impersonation with permission. at that point the folks have a few options. Jail B for ~crimes~, or let B continue to fly. Their squad would probably argue in their defence, with C’s testimony on the matter being particularly important from a procedural and emotional standpoint, since C has flown with both A and B. And that previously, C had something of a falling out with B where she almost accused them of being a different person. its more complex than that, but its like. yknow. turn around. willing to recognise the good in it, provided she eventually gets answers from the actual A, which B promises to set up once A isn’t, yknow, in lock up. And they’d be looking at B’s record, noting that they are a qualified pilot and attended flight school before transferring out to becoming a mechanic, that their criminal record is clean bar this shenanigannery and the confusion re: A’s hacking, and that their actual flight record during their time pretending to be A is. pretty fucking solid. Like. B has done nothing wrong aside from impersonate someone, and beyond that has just. done their job. they’ve followed orders, they’ve saved people, they’ve taken down enemy combatants, etc etc. and they go ‘you know what? we dont have the luxury of time to slot a new person into that squad to replace you, and so on, so forth, do fuck it! you can stay! but the moment things ebb, you will be on the first ship back to the planet to be dealt with’ and B’s like That’s Honestly Better than I thought that would go, so that works.

the only bit about all this thats iffy is trying to make sure A is still... relevant? that their presence, their actual presence, it felt somehow, so that all the shenanigans don’t come from nowhere. and also to have the information A obtained from The Hackening be useful somehow. like, its about the DECAF thing, and proves something about the incident, like that the space fleet knew D’s ship was active the entire time and did nothing about it, or some shit. thats the issue, cause i feel like being able to know anything about that incident requires explaining what D’s motives are, since its presumably tied into The Truth, and i dont knooow

who fucking knows

[tepkunset]

X-Force Vol 5 #7

The X-Force Discourse

TL;DR Synopsis:

While X-Force waits as Deathlok tries to reverse engineer the time portal, Kid Cable is now a prisoner of Kid Stryfe. With a power inhibitor on, he’s rapidly getting taken over by the TO Virus, but before then, Kid Stryfe wants him to witness the death of all his peeps. Rachel goes from being a hound to being under the control of those creepy-ass fucking blob things Kid Strife controls I guess? Anyway point being they use her as a trap for all the Askani to walk into a slaughter. And now as it turns out, all the portal needed to work was for Boom-Boom to blow up the engine, so X-Force is heading into the future. 

Things I like About This Issue: (for the first time, a lot)

So like, did someone ghostwrite this? Or is Brisson actually getting an understanding of these characters? This is the first issue where I’m really feeling them all and I think I need to pinch myself.

Jimmy just all around was so good this time??? I adored the scene between him and Tabitha and was beside myself over finally getting to see how truly sweet he is, and not just an Angry Tough Dude. When he’s like “you gotta have faith things will be okay,” “we kicked some fascist butt” and then asks Tabs to bring him another cheesy romance book... 💯💯💯 (and the book says it’s by Brisson, LOL)

His healing factor was mentioned, too! But just clarified to for some reason not be working well with whatever purple energy guy did. I mean, I’ll take it.

Tabitha has so much sapphic energy in this issue, walking around in her sweat pants with her shirt tucked in and sneakers, her poses...

This woman is a gay and there’s nothing you can do about it.

On par with the conversation between James and Tabitha though, is the conversation between Sam and Shatterstar while they’re busy taking some guys out. Well, Shatterstar takes them out. Sam’s still big on just nyooming around without doing anything, but I don’t care because we get another poke at Sam’s absentness with Izzy and Joshie. “I ain’t been around as much as I should” holds more weight to it than I still think he’s been fully open about.  Also like, damn, Shatterstar talking about how he’s only been around cause fighting is a distraction from dealing with Rictor’s death? A) I keep forgetting that most of the mutants are “dead” at the moment a la Age of X-Man, and B) break my heart why don’t you? I’m also glad he hasn’t suddenly changed his mind about Kid Cable, because it’s interesting to see different members have different views on him. It’ll be more interesting to see how that’ll work out if it ever comes time to actually argue about said views.

The art for the Techno-Organic Virus taking over Cable is actually really intense and well done. When it gets to him basically melding into the corner, damn...

Things I Dislike About This Issue:

Imagine the scene with James and Tabby except James not drawn like that. Imagine because sadly it’s not the case and we instead are back to putting up with this caricature mess.

The one and only negative thing I have to say about this one probably doesn’t belong here because they’re probably supposed to do this, but I just have to say that these fucking things creep me out every damn time they’re on the page:

D'stuff a nightmares I tells yah.

All in all, I really hope this is the sign of this series going in a better direction. What has been lacklustre thus far now actually has my interest!

[mx-bright-sky]

Green bean mean clean glean scene teen lean leen jolene jeen sardine.

 Dream seem team beam.  

Clock rock tock glock walk talk balk chalk sock dock jock hawk lock knock mock. 

Ring bing bling ling ying ping wing thing sing ding king. Book look took rook hook cook nook.

 Fish wish dish trish pish mish mash trash dash clash lash brash crash.

Boom doom fume room loom nyoom womb tomb broom assume zoom. 

Sticker sicker wicker licker liquor picker kicker ticker bicker quicker. 

Cat bat rat drat mat flat pat fat sat vat nat. 

Time rhyme lime sublime mine wine rhyne pine sign fine line vine nine. 

List wrist fist kissed missed pissed gist jest vest nest lest rest best test chest quest pest fest zest. 

More bore roar door floor vore tore wore pore sore soar four gore lore core nor. 

Glass pass lass mass brass crass. 

Tick rick pick lick kick nick mc hick yick wick sick. 

Hair stare rare bear glare tear mare lair care where there pear dare fair chair Lumiere. 

No hoe though bro so go row tow blow sew foe dough bow doe low. 

Trust rust lust must bust just dust fussed cussed. 

Curse worse nurse rehearse verse purse. 

Search lurch merch perch church. 

Dank rank wank tank bank. 

Lame tame blame same maim aim game fame came name. 

Lane sane cain insane gain wain pane pain plane plain rain bane vein. 

Sea tea pea he she me we see fee flea flee dreary gee key bee be knee. 

Wack crack tack lack yak pack sack rack tack hack jack zach back.

[cyb-by-lang]

Shell Game (27/?)

Kei takes on her second opponent of the tournament.

GreenThumb: look at our purple kid go

GreenThumb: no form whatsofuckingever

GreenThumb: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

GreenThumb: we tried

TMNT-TNT: We trained for only two weeks. I don’t think even he expected to win.

Defib: Not bad for an amateur.

Defib: He didn’t hurt himself.

TMNT-TNT: No, instead he got hurt.

Defib: One of us concussed themselves while trying more than one move they weren’t ready for. It’s not entirely new.

There was a brief pause as her boys probably got into a fistfight in the apartment. Hopefully, Obito would make sure to avoid breaking anything and actually dispose of the knife he’d likely carried back with him. Or sent to Konoha. Maybe they’d stop using kunai when the next weapon development upgrade finally rolled out. Kei appreciated the spade-derived design of kunai, but there were only so many ways a diamond-shaped blade could really be used.

Kei wasn’t holding her breath, though.

She did hope Obito and Kakashi were taking it easy, though. They hadn’t quite managed to explain exactly how much chakra they’d burned in the fight with Stain, but Kakashi didn’t exactly have a ton to spare.

Defib: Speaking of fights, though, what are you going to do for the next round?

Defib: I realize the explosion kid is a personal affront. I just don’t see why you ought to progress any further in this tournament from a logical standpoint.

GreenThumb: coolness factor (≡^∇\\≡)

Defib: No.

GreenThumb: i know i know

GreenThumb: i promise we wont make fun of you for losing

GreenThumb: if you make it cool

Defib: If you can do that with less than half of your skills. But more seriously, you have to avoid advancing. You have too much to do to stay in the spotlight now.

There was a pause from Obito. Kakashi had said his piece.

Kei pressed her lips together as she thought about pocketing her phone. Shinsō was limping toward the tunnel, so she had to hurry if she wanted to meet him before he went to see Recovery Girl.

Homura was still kind of on fire. Kei could probably do something about that, but there was this thing about not using Quirks outside of the actual fights…

So, Kei kept messing with her phone as she slipped toward the door.

GreenThumb: so how is she gonna do that

GreenThumb: he uses EXPLOSIONS (´ω｀)ﾉ━━※

GreenThumb: the second she has him hes dead

TMNT-TNT: I could…just do my thing. And walk out of the arena.

TMNT-TNT: It doesn’t actually matter what happens in the ring as long as one of us ends up out of bounds.

Defib: If you think that would work.

Defib: Go ahead. Be a Nara.

TMNT-TNT: I’m not that clever.

GreenThumb: u sure

TMNT-TNT: Uh, yeah.

Defib: I meant more about being lazy.

GreenThumb: …

GreenThumb: i mean (;￣ー\\川

TMNT-TNT: I love you both, but that’s the worst pep talk ever.

Defib: We try.

GreenThumb: good luck! (*￣▽\\)d

Kei escaped the 1-C box as soon as Homura’s hair was back under control and she was busy issuing a dozen apologies to the part of the audience she’d scared. The class rep couldn’t tell her to stop running in the halls if she didn’t get caught. And she didn’t really plan on listening to anybody else. Not even pro heroes.

Her speed was set to Nyoom.

It didn’t take her long to find who she was looking for. “Shinsō-san!”

Shinsō had his left arm half zipped into his gym uniform, as though that would help much with a dislocation. Then again, Kei hardly knew how common first aid lessons were in Japan. At the very least, Shinsō could walk around without totally screwing up his injuries. And while a Yamaguchi-sensei-derived instinct prodded at the back of Kei’s mind, she figured the lady with the magic healing Quirk would help Shinsō faster than she could.

“Thanks,” Shinsō said in a strained voice. Kei’s focus was still on how his arm  really didn’t look good.

Then his words registered and Kei stopped short of trying to manipulate his arm into a more comfortable position, keeping the impulse to a vague twitch in her fingers. With confusion probably plain on her face, she asked, “For what?”

“There’s no way I would’ve lasted that long without all the training I’ve been doing,” Shinsō told her, as the pair of them continued to walk toward the nurse’s office. “So, thanks for helping me.”

“Training doesn’t mean much without follow-through.” Kei held out her hand for a fist-bump. “You did great.”

“My arm’s disagreeing with you,” Shinsō muttered, but his ears were a little pink. Probably not from pain. The kid didn’t get enough praise. And he looked at the fist she’d raised as though he had no idea what to do with it. “Um.”

Kei bumped his right hand anyway, though her boys would’ve called it a sad excuse for a friendly gesture. “Then get to Recovery Girl before you get mobbed by fans. I think Shingetsu-san isn’t going to keep them off you forever.”

Shinsō reddened further. “I don’t have fans.”

“You do now,” Kei insisted. Then she snapped her fingers, as though a thought had just occurred to her. “Oh, by the way…”

Shinsō hesitated. Something in her tone was letting him know there was a catch to the positive attitude Kei was throwing his way, and there was. Amazing he could pay attention that well with a dislocated shoulder, really.

Kei took a deep breath. “Don’t pull a Midoriya ever again if you can avoid it. That was way too close.”

“Don’t have to tell me  that  twice.” Shinsō’s eyes darted toward the ceiling for a split second. “Is he still up there?”

“Last I checked, yes.”  

Shinsō frowned faintly. With a glance at his arm and a near-silent groan, he finally said, “I’ll keep an eye out for him. You should concentrate on your match.”

Kei sketched a lazy salute before she passed Shinsō and headed down to the arena once again. “Get yourself taken care of, Shinsō-san. I’ll worry about Splodey.”

Kei strolled into the arena for the umpteenth time that day, stretching slowly as she went. Chakra pulsed through her system in time with her heartbeat. At a glance, her level expression probably communicated quiet determination in the face of one of the most difficult fights in the tournament. Bakugō’s tenacity was already the talk of the town. Any normal competitor would be quaking in their gym shoes. Or at least considering the fight more seriously.

Kei didn’t really care.

Her conversation with Obito and Kakashi had taken the somewhat self-imposed competitive weight off her shoulders and replaced it with a different one. Rather than debating herself in circles, she  had  to lose.

At least it makes things simpler.

There is that.

Kei was not a strategic genius. She’d given up on making the loss convincing, because her acting skills were hit or miss and Bakugō wasn’t as inexperienced as some of the other competitors were. No, instead she’d just show “what she was made of.”

Hooray.

Bakugō trooped to the middle of the concrete stage with about the same aggression toward life as he ever did. Kei didn’t know him well, but she wasn’t sure how much different her impression would be even if she did. Bakugō just seemed the kind of person to act like everybody and everything had resulted in him waking up on the wrong side of the bed today. Every day.

“And here we are again, folks,” Present Mic began, his voice booming across the arena. “It’s the final match to determine which of our awesome first-year students will be making it to the top four! There’s only one spot left, so 1-A’s Bakugō and 1-C’s Gekkō are gonna have to break out the big guns to secure a semifinal fight against 1-C’s Shinsō!”

Kei hadn’t missed the announcer addition to her life one bit. She and Isobu did well enough on their own merits  without  an fancy Quirk or PA system.

“Let’s have a good clean game, both of you.” Kayama-sensei’s warnings were falling on deaf ears practically before she finished a single word. She didn’t seem to really care. “Or not! Make it a  good  match. If you have to get down and dirty to pull victory from your opponent’s gnarled claws, do it!”

Thanks for that, Kei thought in a dry tone. I’m sure we’re just in this for a jolly good time, by Jove.

 What was that accent?

 I don’t even know.

“Give it all you’ve got,” Bakugō growled. His palms were already sparking orange and spitting smoke, and his red eyes were locked on hers. “I’m gonna crush you anyway.”

Kei sized him up. Shorter than her by a few centimeters, but athletic, aggressive, and more than capable of changing tactics on the fly, going by his match with Uraraka. His Quirk was powerful, versatile, and frankly something Kei should have thought of when designing her fake personal history.

Stomp him into the ground.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Bakugō’s eyes narrowed. “Got nothing to say?”

Not to you. Kei just shrugged, her hands stuck in her pockets and her attention already starting to wander a bit. More than usual, anyway. Might as well continue this joke now that it was established. Bakugō’s opinion didn’t matter to her either.

Kei was done with the entire damn tournament.

“Begin!” Kayama-sensei shouted.

Bakugō charged, as Kei knew he would. Right haymaker, fingers extended to use his Quirk—

The distinctive funnel-shaped burst of the Water Trumpet jutsu hit him full in the face and forced him to a stop. Bakugō hit the ground knees-first, sputtering, and had to block the bulk of the blast with his back and shoulders to stay on his feet and coherent.

The uniform pockets weren’t quite reality-breaking enough to form full sets of hand seals without revealing one’s movements, but one-handed seals were fine. And Kei didn’t need both hands to spit water like a decapitated fire hydrant at this level.

Kei dropped the ninjutsu a couple of seconds later, turning her head to the side to spit out the leftover water. She wiped her mouth on her forearm and didn’t take her eyes off Bakugō, now looking like a drenched cat with twice as much fight in him. But those red eyes were calculating, and fast.

He couldn’t use his Quirk without being able to sweat.

“And just like that, Bakugō and Gekkō are at a standstill!” Present Mic could stand to be less of a ham. “I don’t think Gekkō broke a sweat keeping Bakugō at arm’s length, but how long can she really keep that up?”

Bakugō’s palms gave off a couple of futile-sounding pops as though to answer the question. He bared his teeth. “You’ve been holding back for this entire competition.”

Kei shrugged again.

“Don’t play dumb with me, you fucking Gen Studies reject,” Bakugō snarled, his voice lower and even more threatening. His hair  exploded back into place, providing a neat summation of why Kei’s “Quirk” wouldn’t keep him doused forever. “You didn’t fight Stupid Hair like you meant it. You didn’t give a shit during the qualifiers. And if you don’t think half the fucking audience didn’t recognize your martial arts training, you’re fooling yourself.”

Kei didn’t really care. Barely humoring him, she prompted, “And your point is…?”

“I don’t care what your fucking issues are,” Bakugō told her. “But don’t you fucking dare come at me with anything but your best, or I’ll hand you your ass on a silver platter.”

“Scary.” Kei’s dull tone made it clear exactly how much Bakugō’s pride mattered to her, but she took her other hand out of her pocket. She held both of them up in plain view, then pointedly raised two fingers in a “come at me” gesture Obito and Gai were both fond of. “Prove you’re not all talk.”

Bakugō was quick to meet her challenge, no matter how unenthusiastic she was. His palms shot sparks constantly, until the worst of the damp was evaporated. And then he was after her again, skin blackening with soot here and there as the smoke he produced clung to his skin.

Kei made another highly telegraphed hand seal. Water Release: Hidden Mist Jutsu.

“Not again!” Present Mic screeched as the entire battlefield disappeared at Kei’s command. “Gekkō, we need to have a talk about your clear problem with the media! We actually want the camera fiends to have fun here, same as everyone else!”

Bakugō was nearly as loud, and he didn’t have the excuse of a speaker system backing him up. The gist of his arguments regarding mist, visibility, and Kei’s fighting style could be summed up as: “Fuck you, you goddamn extra!”

Kei dodged better than Uraraka or Shinsō could on their best days. Wherever Bakugō was, she  wasn’t. She danced circles around one of the most adept fighters in the tournament, slipping in and out of mingled smoke and gray fog she produced on a whim as though she was born to it. He could punch as many holes in the mist as he liked—it wasn’t going anywhere as long as Kei wanted it to stay.  

She also blasted him with water again and again, which seemed to succeed mainly in making him angrier.

Water Trumpet, Kei thought, and Bakugō screamed in rage as his attack vanished under the fine spray of mist he’d made out of her attack.

“Use something other than your Quirk, you hack!”

Wild Water Wave, was the next round, and Bakugō was forced to run away from the bulk of the blast before it could swirl up and nab him.

The mist glowed with each blast, because even as she tried to make sure Bakugō’s nitroglycerin stayed in low concentrations, Kei was keeping close track of everything. The substance was ludicrously unstable in its pure form and quite powerful, but it was also oily. Yes, she could basically render him ineffective without hurting him as long as she  kept  blasting him, but it was a waste of chakra when he was going to accumulate nitroglycerin anyway. Just more slowly.

Still, he was going to run out of stamina before he defeated her mist if he kept up the pace for much longer.

Bakugō lost his temper and most of his restraint in one go. “HOWITZER IMPACT!”

Unless he did that, Kei supposed.

“And there goes Gekkō’s camera-defying mist! Now that we can finally get a look at our contenders, it seems like Bakugō’s become something the cat dragged in. Backwards, and through a puddle!” Present Mic didn’t quite laugh at his own joke. “Gekkō’s about the same as we left her, somehow. Guess this match is starting to heat up.”

Kei had left the majority of the fight to mid- and long-range techniques. But with the majority of her mist dissipated by raw force and her in plain view, it seemed like it was finally time to properly escalate.

“Wrong,” said Aizawa.

Bakugō’s hands were trembling. While he wouldn’t have admitted it under torture, the kid was getting tired. He was pushing himself harder than before, wasn’t he?

Kei’s eyes narrowed. Any fight, eventually, got to the point where it all broke down. Fatigue and injuries took over, and sooner or later everyone dropped. Her endurance was literally superhuman, but she hadn’t hinted that way. She’d been hoping to lay a trail of breadcrumbs to imply she was reaching her limits, too, but now…

Fuck it. Kei started making hand seals again. She didn’t strictly need them, but sometimes it was best to put on a show anyway.

“I’m not done yet!” Bakugō roared, and charged again. His movements were rougher and wilder as exhaustion started to set in.

Kei completed her seal sequence.  Water Release: Great Waterfall Technique.

That was the thought in her mind and the power in her hands, at least. However, she didn’t channel the jutsu into its customary doom spiral of sheer overkill. Water leapt up from the ground as though to form the twister, but it just kept going. Drawn by her chakra and Isobu’s just behind it, hundreds of thousands of gallons of water crashed into the arena and doused the braziers, barely avoiding Cementoss and Kayama-sensei as Kei exerted her will on reality.

Bakugō was caught by the rush not two meters from Kei’s face, and he disappeared into it with a wordless yell.

So did Kei, even with her hands still locked in the last seal form. The waterspout snatched her up with all the mercy of a heron to a fish, swallowing her whole.

Inside the death spiral, at least she couldn’t hear Present Mic yelling anymore. Kicking off into the sunlight-streaked mass of whirling water and air pockets, Kei swam for the top. At the same time, a  crack  of her chakra caused almost every other drop of water in the immediate area to freeze in place almost as though Todoroki had willed it. Suddenly, the weight of the structure was entirely on Kei’s will.

Kei broke the surface and blinked, looking around across a changed arena. Where once there’d been a proper waterspout, the stadium was actually fairly dry. It was just that, within the painted boundary lines, it was like someone had emptied a perfectly shaped gelatin mold exactly on the stage’s dimensions. It wobbled when Kayama-sensei touched it or Cementoss tried moving the base, but it was all water.

“Our arena’s become an aquarium in no seconds flat!” Present Mic really needed to stop talking. Kei wasn’t interested. “How is Bakugō going to get out of this one? Can the tenacity of a high school student and young hero overcome the laws of physics?!”

Bakugō was stuck almost in the middle of it, so Kei loosened her control a bit. In an instant, he kicked his way up toward the surface too.

Kei was just a bit faster. And when she put her hands on the water, she pulled herself out with no handholds but surface tension—as interpreted by chakra exercises, at least. Water walking had never been designed to be exploited quite like this.

“She can walk on water?!"

Bakugō did his best to explode his way out of the giant water cube. Once he was able to breathe again, it should’ve been simple.

Except for the bit where Kei was crouching next to him, her shoes perched on the surface.

She didn’t say, “How’s this for holding back?”

She didn’t say, “Looks like you’re all washed up.”

Instead, she thought, Water Prison.

Water spiraled off from the cube, swirling up and around Bakugō to trap him in a soundproof, inescapable cage. While the Water Prison technique was one Kei had learned solely to break it properly from the inside, and to avoid allowing her experiences to become traumas, it had a bit of utility. And, when connected to a larger body of water, it kept Bakugō’s nitroglycerin from building up to weaponized levels.

Kei started cycling the water from the cube in and through the Water Prison. Doing so quickly drained the cube and lowered them toward the ground as her power shifted mass around, dispersing everything toward the sad and much-abused lawn around the ring.

Bakugō, from inside the bubble, looked like he wanted to murder her and wear her ribcage as a hat. As soon as he wasn’t under the threat of drowning.

Standard-pattern humans could only hold their breath for about five minutes in ideal conditions. Including training regimens.

If she wanted, Kei could bring the match to an end now. Or wait for Bakugō to pass out.

“Can he move?” Kayama-sensei asked, once Kei’s feet touched tile again. It wasn’t like Bakugō was in a position to hear her.

Kei didn’t immediately answer. Instead, she started backing toward the edge of the stage. In the bubble, Bakugō’s arms and legs strained as he tried struggling in his liquid hell. A stream of bubbles escaped his mouth.

If Kakashi couldn’t break out of this on his own, as an adult shinobi with almost twenty years of experience, then Bakugō didn’t have a chance.

Kei ripped her arm out of the Water Prison before Kayama-sensei could ask again, deliver a verdict, or even say a single word. The bubble collapsed with a sad little splat, dropping a drenched Bakugō to the floor.

His eyes were wild with fury.

Kei favored him with a mocking salute. “I think I’ve made my point.”

And Kei stepped backward off the edge of the cement platform, landing on top of water thirty centimeters deep just as the drainage system seemed to finally catch up. The more distance she put between herself and the arena, the closer to the grass she got.

The crowd and the announcers erupted in a mass of solid  noise , helped along by Present Mic as always.

“I—I don’t believe it!” Present Mic was always the loudest. Went with the territory. “Gekkō’s forfeiting the match! She had Bakugō on the ropes and walked out of bounds!”  

“Gekkō is out of bounds! Bakugō is the winner!” Kayama-sensei roared.

“F—” Bakugō had to stop and cough, but his heaving breaths let him get out, “FUCK YOU!” with impressive speed. “GET THE FUCK BACK IN HERE, YOU ASS-KISSING DOORMAT!”

Nope, Kei thought, and walked into the exit tunnel without a backward glance.

[tuesdayscanons]

❝ It was SO COOL, Pigsy! Monkey King was like- wham, bam, whoosh! And I was like- nyoom, wapow, BOOM! And then— and then— ❞ MK excitedly rambles, his story more sound-effect than actual words as he loses himself in the story. Waving around his staff to emphasize what happened, he nearly knocks over something very breakable... and thus, the story is abruptly over. Fumbling to put away the staff, he laughs nervously with a 'heheh— whoops' before innocently resting his hands behind his back as if he were never causing problems in the first place.

❝ Heheh— Anyway... ❞ Smile falters, MK blinking blankly when it suddenly hits him that he can't remember what they'd been talking about earlier. What had caused him to start spewing stories about his training session with Monkey King? ... ❝ What were we talking about again? Y'know before all the super cool training stuff? ❞

Might as well just ask. - ( *shoves him fdgjndfg* )

{¤} Pigsy nods along with the story, a faint smile curling up on his face as MK adds his sound effects. It's true that the day Pigsy never has to hear about Monkey King again can't come soon enough, but he still can't help soaking in MK's infectious energy. As long as his story is more sound effects than kissing up to Monkey King, Pigsy could tolerate it.

Watching as MK nearly breaks something—Pigsy isn't phased at this point—a sense of relief courses through him when MK stops the story before he started to lose his patience. If Pigsy seems like he doesn't want to hear the stories anymore, MK won't tell them to him anymore and he won't know if Monkey King is endangering his son.

Pigsy's smile widens when MK asks what they had been discussing before, though he feels more nervous about asking his question now that he heard the training story. Is MK really going to want to do the bonding activity Pigsy had in mind after he did all of that cool stuff with Monkey King?

"I used to go to a culinary arts festival with my grandmother every year." Pigsy clears his throat and glances away, "Since you're the closest thing to a kid I've got, I wanna know if you'd like to...continue the tradition?"

If all else fails, Pigsy could ask Tang to come along (though he'd probably get jealous if Tang started eating other people's food). Sandy usually came with Pigsy ever since his grandmother passed on, but there's a boat parade on the same weekend and he really wanted to participate. Pigsy isn't sure if he's close enough with Mei to ask her to come along—she probably has her own plans for the weekend.

That doesn’t mean it'd hurt any less when if MK says 'no' to the offer. {¤}

[technicolorhypernova-blog]

Supernova

And THUS begins our first lesson about,

🎉 SUPERNOVAE

A Supernova (plural : supernovae or supernovas) is a titanic explosion that occurs on the last stages of a massive star's life. Imagine a time bomb that went off when you die.

Hardcore, am I right?

Basically when a massive star dies by their core collapsing or tampered (due to various factors we'll talk about below), it'll release gravitational potential energy on large scale and went kaboom.

((I don't think it's THAT pretty but oh well. Moving on))

A supernova causes sudden appearances of a 'new' star (a neutron star) that'll slowly fade away.

Supernovae also play roles in enriching space with heavier atomic mass chemicals by create, fuse, and ejecting chemical elements by nucleosynthesis and triggering new star formations.

Why? It's because supernovae ejects materials at the speed of 30.000 km/s (10% of the speed of light)

/NYOOM/

this drives and expanding and fast-moving cosmic rays, gravitational waves, and shockwaves that, as you know, changes things in space.

The causes of supernovae are mainly two factors;

• sudden reignition of nuclear fusion in a degenerate star, caused by the materials being tampered from accidental merger/accretion with other elements floating about.

• a sudden gravitational collapse of a massive star's core.

Supernovae's luminosities are powered by the radioactive decay from the nuclear fusion. Usually, they're accompanied with Gamma Ray Burst (GRB) from the internal collision within the jet/plane.

((No. It's not the Gamma Ray that made the Hulk))

The most dangerous supernovae are the type Ia because they come from dim and common white-dwarf stars and therefore; unpredictable too.

To destroy half of earth's ozone layer, a supernova would have to be closer than 8 Parsecs (about 26 light years away).

Here's some math :

A Parsec = 3,26 light years or 30 trillion km

A variation of supernova is a

Hypernova

Hypernova (also known as 'collapsar') is a sUPERMASSIVE (notice the two adjectives) supernova from the result of extreme core collapse of a massive star (more than 30 Solar Masses).

Here's another math :

A Solar Mass = more or less 20×10^30 kg

Now in larger scales, a supernova can cause a blackhole. Boom. If it's not scary enough, a hypernova can cause a freaking motherlovin' rotating TWIN blackholes surrounded by accretion disk.

Sounds like a sappy grudge poem. Anything that looks beautiful can be truthfully ugly. I mean, supernovae are cool and also kinda pretty because they caused stars, but then they can also brought our little fear; blackhole.

I say little because we have bigger problems to worry about now like; taxes.

Although blackholes causation only happens on worst scenarios. Thankfully. But still, better safe than sorry.

Like, if the core collapse is way too sudden and just go kabam and basically there's this strong gravitational pull caused by the friction and blam. Blackhole.

I'm rambling again. Whoopsie.

Here's a digest version I can make as simple as possible :

When a star die it goes boom. Boom is good and bad. Boom makes new stars but can cause blackholes. Larger boom can cause twin blackholes. The boom is unpredictable. Boom is caused by the star's core/heart collapsing like a sudden heart-attack.

I think that's all enough for now. Stay tuned for more contents and

See you around!! Thank youu!!!!

Sources :

Wikipedia

Stars and Constellations book

My First Book of Space

[fucking-petticoated-swashbuckler]

Newsies characters as quotes from my physics class

Jack: Why did I just open google maps?

Katherine: did you know... that Planck’s Constant... is a CONSTANT!?

Davey: (What’s a joule again?) a thing formed by minerals...

Sarah: (it’s basically when you study and contemplate the biggest things in the universe) *whispering* like this DICK

Les: Why can’t “hella” be accurately translated into French?

Crutchie: I don’t feel like learning I just want to sit here like Yoda, imparting my wisdom

Race: (as physicists, we not only have to observe things with our eyes, we also have to...) taste them?

Albert: Have you considered... that catholicism... is VORE!?

Romeo: MIKE TYSON! (Mike Tyson is not a scientist) oh right I meant Neil DeGrasse Tyson

Spot: Do you want to know the weirdest place I’ve found an artichoke? On a PIZZA

Elmer: SO LET ME TELL YOU WHY ALIENS EXIST WITH 99.999 AND A BILLION TRILLION MORE NINES AFTER THAT PERCENT CERTAINTY

Specs: (sonic boom) more like sonic NYOOM

Finch: Jupiter is hella big

Buttons: YOU WOULDN’T DOWNLOAD A KINDER EGG

Smalls: ______ are you talking SHIT about SHOSTAKOVICH

[sonic-nyoom]

What about Team Cybonic, Mombot, Mighton and Bolts from Sonic Boom? Are they in the Pit, or are they safe? (This is assuming that you've seen those episodes prior to stopping)

[chattylilina-archived]

Ina had to climb to get up onto the desk and see what he was talking about. She looked at the image, for a long, hard second, and then stood on the desk, marched over to the top of the page, and pointed at the coils at the top.

She couldn't read a damn WORD on the plans, so everything Ina told him was from looking at the image and making the overall guesses in her head.

"Looks like a oil thingy." She said, wrinkling her nose. "But this one won't work. There's no opposing gravitational force. I can't read none'a this, but... is this in kilograms? Pounds? It's a big number. Is it the weight, or the speed?" The girl crouched, and put her hands on the paper. "If this is weight, then the bottom's too heavy, and then if it comes up too fast, it'll be at risk of falling, or even flipping over. That's dumb. You'd waste more time trying to keep it going than it'd be worth, an' if it's speed, then you definitely gonna have some problems, because that's all kinda fucked up. Nyoom-and-boom."

(@chattylilina) Ina inhales deeply. She's not relaxed, but this is a topic that's easy for her. "Depends on how you throw the rock. Are you using gravitational force? Are you using a spring? Do you have someone pulling back on it to add tension? How far away are your enemies? If they're as close as me, then it's silly to use a big machine to throw a rock when you can smack 'em in the dick with it right here. But if they're down the hill? A rock can get good speed, but people can usually dodge just one. What if it's an AVELANCHE of rocks? People can't outrun that, but where are you gonna get that many? Are you gonna blow up the side of the mountain? And if you're gonna do that--" The child has so much information that to most other people, this would have been the point of overload. But finally, after she's done making an exhaustive list, the girl stops, inhales deeply again and says; "If someone's callin' you an asshole from a mile away, and you wanna smack him with a rock, use a tool. But if he's at the bottom of your stairs, roll the rock."

That was...rather impressive. 

“Come with me for a moment.”

He rises from his throne and starts down a corridor, not looking back. It seems if Ina wants to run away, she can. He isn’t going to chase her. 

[cat-mutual]

Rules: answer these 85 statements and tag people

Thanks @lazylubel​ for tagging me <3

I tag my uhh mutuals if u want it

LAST

1. drink: water umm cant get enough

2. phone call: mom

3. text message: my bff sapphire (does tumblr im count because i never use my phone skjfhslkdjfll)

4. song you listened to: i am not a moron from the portal soundtrack umm gotta love that portal soundtrack

5. time you cried: allergies akdjfslkjlsfl

6. dated someone: yea

7. kissed someone and regretted it: yeah

8. been cheated on: i don’t think so

9. lost someone special: nearly did it was a close call

10. been depressed: mood

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: never

3 FAVORITE COLORS

12. yellow

13. blue

14. green

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

15. made new friends: do my new mutuals count bcs hi yes i did

16. fallen out of love: yeah

17. laughed until you cried: so many times

18. found out someone was talking about you: never but i bet they were

19. met someone who changed you: dont think

20. found out who your friends are: yes

21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: my ex

GENERAL

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: uhhh all of them minus one or two so thats around 95%

23. do you have any pets: im allergic to most common pets

24. do you want to change your name: boy do i want it

25. what did you do for your last birthday: probably crying in a corner i dont remember, sike!

26. what time did you wake up: 10am

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: going to bed

28. name something you can’t wait for: hormonotherapy

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: just an hour ago

31. what are you listening to right now: my sisters music going boom boom because its kinda far from here

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: i have two friends named thomas

33. something that is getting on your nerves: my nerves, my mood, my me

34. most visited website: this website right there

35. hair colour: brown

36. long or short hair: short

37. do you have a crush on someone: yeah he’s fictional zkejfhkdlkjv

38. what do you like about yourself: my art maybe

39. piercings: i used to have my helix but it went nope, so i guess my lobes (two piercings on both of them)

40. blood type: o+

41. nickname: ffee, fe, space, peri, nyoom, keith half of them r kin names aklsdkjfk

42. relationship status: free as the wind 

43. zodiac: gemini

44. pronouns: he/they

45. favourite tv show: uhhh voltron?

46. tattoos: hell yeah, like i got four

47. right or left handed: right

48. surgery: none

50. sport: ew

51. vacation: i love the mountains

52. pair of trainers: do converses count?

MORE GENERAL

53. eating: nothing

54. drinking: water

55. I’m about to: read that sweet portal fanfiction thats 45k words

56. waiting for: portal 3 valve u cowards

57. want: idk? a robot friend?

58. get married: probably not

59. career: graphic designer

WHICH IS BETTER

60. hugs or kisses: hugs

61. lips or eyes: lips

62. shorter or taller: taller uhhhg

63. older or younger: older 

64. nice arms or nice stomach: either

65. hook up or relationship: hookup bby

66. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant troublemaker hell yaeh

HAVE YOU EVER:

67. kissed a stranger: no

68. drank hard liquor: i think?

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: at least 3 pair of glasses

70. turned someone down: yes

71. sex on the first date: i would

72. broken someone’s heart: yes

73. had your heart broken: no

74. been arrested: no

75. cried when someone died: i once saw a dead guy i didnt know and i cried because everyone around me was crying

76. fallen for a friend: yep.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

77. yourself: no

78. miracles: yes

79. love at first sight: no

80. santa claus: no

81. kiss on the first date: why not

82. angels: no

OTHER:

84. eye colour: Brown and green around

85. favourite movie: every movvie thats in space has a special place in my heart

[sonic-nyoom]

Yay! Your back!!! And we're still doing the Pit? Okay is Morph and Boom Shadow safe? (Now that we've somewhat had some character added to Shadow)

Eugh. Morph is a little complicated. I hated him in the episode he first appeared in, but he did also make one of my favorite episodes of Season 2 (”Where Have All The Sonics Gone?”) happen.

…Granted, “one of my favorite episodes of Season 2″ isn’t exactly a fantastic accomplishment, and that episode still puts forth a few more hints at “Sonic torment.”

Boom Shadow is another thing entirely. I might’ve spared him pre-Season 2, but I saw the Season 2 finale and just…

He’s like, the grand central station of dumb and turning on a dime.

I guess… hm…

I suppose I can’t give Morph a ton of credit since he wasn’t my favorite part of the episode that he made happen, so yeah, they’re both probably in the pit.

Might’ve given Shadow some slack had his Season 2 episodes not existed.

[darkstrangevirgilanxiboi]

reasons behind the placements of the homunculi's tattoos

greed: puts his hands on literally everything in a 5 mile radius

sloth: u can only see his back as he nyooms away

gluttony: he licks literally everything. that cat? boom. that lamp? boom. that ass? boom.

lust: homunculi bahoobies

envy: THUNDER THIGHS

pride: we don't know so we're assuming he's a demon summoned from the deepest pits of hell

wrath/03 pride: he's got his eye on u so stop being a lil bitch, talking to you jimmy

03 wrath: step on a crack and u break ur mother's heart by denying her

03 sloth: has habits of just lying down chest to ground. no one knows why