#Verse 1: Origin

[iamthe-walnut]

Moon Knight from the 2022 Disney plus show got transported to Alma's dimension as an anomaly so she's gonna help him go back home. Listen, Miguel and Moon knight are played by the same actor so I thought it would be a funny gag🤷‍♀️ plus I love Oscar Isaac so I like to think that this was a legit mini adventure for her. I have some more doodles in mind hehehe

Alma gets alot of her snark when she's wearing the mask.

[bargarean]

hello. can anyone hear me

[cuppanova]

hello again cassie

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

thinking about how Sean standing up for Daniel during the ep 1 fight highlights his protectiveness for his family, so Brett attacks Daniel with ableist slurs and goes after Sean's racial heritage, while Sean questioning Daniel highlights his buried anger at his family members for the way they make his life difficult, so Brett brings up Karen. like every reaction reveals a different vulnerability for Brett to take advantage of and there's no winning no matter whether Sean stands up for Daniel or blames him.

[hongtiddiez]

i think i miiiiiight have a slight addiction

[darby-draws]

Sooo. It’s Alright - Mother Mother - A 2020 comic-but-imagine-its-an-AMV thing

This is such an Andre song, I had such a vision … yet I never finish and POSTED IT! Until now! (finished, close enough, I’d say…)

Andre is my special OC, and of course, featuring Kriss, @duck-n-clover's OC and Andre's boyfrienddd

[vulturetime]

I do understand why a fair number of books/shows/etc that deal with the intersection of “the real world” and some fantasy element end up including cops. Cause if you look at the structure of the society, who’s going to ideally come and check out complaints or take care of any serious crime that bleeds into the real world? cops (I don’t think this but it is the expectation of a lot of people where if you got a problem, call the cops).

So yeah, from that perspective, I “get it” but have creators considered 1. Not having copaganda if they gotta have cops at all 2. If you’re including cops cause that’d be “realistic” option, at least also make the behavior of cops realistic (this ties to the first point but whatever) 3. Don’t make corruption in the police force the result of some magic thing. I will kill you for this. 4. There are literally so many other more interesting options than cops. Please. Don’t give a shit about your local law enforcement.

[creatediana]

There’s a lot on my head— namely, a head, like Marie Antoinette used to have— and King Charles (the First)— (the new one—whatever)— (I think he still has one, but it’s not in great shape).

But what of the mind? Never mind— but the body, it burns. And I lie in my bed looking at Joan of Arc in a BBC feature— condemned with a baby (or, bastard)— oh, Joan, or Jeanne, la Pucelle— a poor little maid that a poor little Bard suited up—in fine armor to slutshame. Oh well.

Oh well, well well well I’m not feeling these days but for movies and books that I gaze on. Praise God for recurring malaise and disease— I’ve been struck with for fifteen years now... quite a chunk of my life

when I’m just 24, and my grandmother’s baby— (my grandmother’s dead)— (but she wasn’t, before).

No, all four of my grandparents saw me grow up—as this wretch— little nine-year-old girl full of needles, I am— I continue to be in my hospital bed glued to the TV.

What integrity I must inspire in my elders— their wise niece and daughter a weakling, for now— (no, not now, but forever)— I take the remote and flip to cartoons.

I wrote poetry once— (I still do—in my head) (that thing I still have... despite) and I wrote it for years and I’m writing it now in force— in rebellion against the skin and the bones and the muscles, not moving without consequence—

but the mind— and the body!— being idle... I hate it. Even more than the pain, or the punishment I submit to— to claim Me my own over this, my fatigue— my war from some film like a period piece—

so. I fight for some king? Or for God? Heaven knows— but I’m stylishly dressed, eloquent, my last words and woes of my tragedy— (how nice that’d be)— find heroic catharsis for the audience to see...

but for Me? What of Me? Oh, that’s Sunday. Or not. Wait, it’s Friday?—They all look the same in my house. My garden’s no calendar, my dog’s not my boss, but my job is to live... but loss... all of this— losing years once again of my bright little life.

Nana’s sore little girl, I submit, put my pen down again.

“Chorus—pretend Me I’m buried.” - a free verse poem written 7/07/2023

[queenlua]

hey. you ever think about: thaxted/jupiter gustav holst

[britneyshakespeare]

don carlos by friedrich schiller is the most wild thing i've read all year and i'm only in act 2

[misclogarts]

ok im pretty sure i won't work on the side:nova neo (ft lumina) playlist so have the songs here:

Oh No! (MARINA)

It's All So Incredibly Loud (Glass Animals)

Youth (Glass Animals)

The Other Side of Paradise (Glass Animals)

Are You Satisfied? (MARINA)

Brutus (The Buttress)

I Am Not a Robot (MARINA)

[zombfearer]

oc posting

[nerosdayinanime]

generational trauama<3

very basic explanation: Shuya, the youngest child, was killed during a mission Sanemi was leading & Kyogo was very disrespectful and dismissive about it bc he doesnt see them as anything other than fodder. Sanemi, overcome with the grief of his latest sibling's death and the years of abuse, lost his shit and lunged at him with intent to kill.

His arm went through Kyogo's chest and together they went through the window, Kyogo briefly fought back and Sanemi used a wind jutsu to utterly shred the inside of his chest cavity. He sits back and processes what just happened and realizes that the pain and grief hasn't gone away.

Shizu finally gets to him- Genya close behind though I didn't show it -and he breaks down over the fact he just killed so brutally so easily. He's become a monster just like Kyogo shaped him to be. Shizu calls for some water & washes the blood off, then gets the bone fragments out and heals him.

Rest of the clan's freaking the hell out bc He Just Snapped We're Next Oh Fuck Oh Fuck, no one knows what to do abt Kyogo bleeding out, but hes just Sitting There, Crying

[judesstfrancis]

rewatching the scream tv series I WILL be having thoughts later

[silksworn]

out of mana. — ❛ COMPANION VERSE !

I've decided that Iraestra's "companion" verse will place her firmly in act 2 as a rival necromancer of Balthazar's. She finds him grotesque and barbaric, seeking to steal his secrets and undermine him at every turn. The party is able to find her out and about in the Shadow-Cursed lands with a moonlantern of her own, poking around graves and up to other nefarious business. She is willing to help the party against Balthazar and infiltrate his laboratory, as she fears (probably rightfully so) that Balthazar seeks to make her obsolete and has sent out undead of his own after her as she has research of his that she's stolen. Because she is tadpoled and under the control of the Absolute she doesn't quite have the freewill to outright rebel like she would otherwise, but she knows that illithids are somehow involved and considering her past history and fascination with them, she's determined to discover what exactly is going on right underneath her nose. She would help a party through the gauntlet of Shar and freely offer up information about the Cult to those who want to infiltrate it further. Her recruitment event would include bringing her along with to dispose of Balthazar; if you don't fight him she will be permanently unrecruitable and will attack the party in turn. However, if you do help her slay Balthazar and give her the secret of his dark moonlantern in his lab she can become a perm party member and the influence of the prism will free her from the Cult.

[bolides]

reply to @animatronicabundance continued from here

it's not a very long walk -- really, it's only slowed down by shu stopping every few steps to make sure she isn't leaving gregory in the dust (the one curse of having such long legs). when they get there, she opens the door for him, letting it close with a dull thud behind her.

on the desk, besides the security badge and between the monitors, is a simple turkey and cheese sandwich and bag of cheetos; her lunch, interrupted by gregory's shenanigans. a chair is pulled up for him, and the other at the desk is occupied by shu. she's quiet for a long moment -- he was clearly upset, and it was pretty obvious it was related to christmas. she didn't know where to start. maybe... maybe small.

"hey. d'you like cheetos?" the open bag is held out to him