#baone

[muffythemuffin-bp]

Hey guyzz!!! I have this SUPER COOL IDEA for an hfjONE au. Like- AAAAAAA- but yeah. It's called Beast's Awakening and it's hlxfxtuelxhltextehlchfc and it's grgegrghehehrhhehrrh. So I took one of my first song ideas and made it into BAONE's ost!! First time making a full song into a DAW. Which is fl. Don't rlly like it but eh it's good.

I might drop some art abt this thing. I'm getting back into my ONE phase. :')

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA La Provincia di Oggi venerdì, 27 dicembre 2024

[lustingfood]

Avocado BLT (x)

[peachdoxie]

Hey hey hey, what the fuck is Cusicesh and why does it have a Perpendicularity and why are the Iriali leaving now?

[rowansparrow]

Hi. Been a minute.

I'm definitely not back. I'm mostly just cleaning off the dust in here lol. I don't plan on ever 100% deactivating but I think it's safe to say I'm not really going to come on Tumblr anymore. There's no big ominous reason or anything, just have bigger priorities offline right now. BUT! I did want to say that for any of you who like my work (Especially Rose and the BAON universe), I'm finally coming back to those (not that I ever actually left, I just haven't been posting it). Since I don't plan on staying active on Tumblr, I wanted to post something here so people knew where to find it. I plan on updating on AO3, hopefully soon, with some of the many, many, MANY projects I've been working on in the last two-ish years, including a BAON/WBIT rewrite, a Halo rewrite that includes a lot of expansions, and of course, finishing TLBO. And, for those of you who have been here since the early days of my blog, I've finally written a lot for my Jedi OC Lyra and her Battalion, too (Lyra/Whisper Stans, please rise). I've spent a lot of time getting to know my characters better, and in the past I was focused mostly on making the story "look good." As in, reasonable length and pacing and plot and all that. But I've decided I'm mostly just interested in writing whatever I want lol, and I'm really grateful for the people who seem to be into that. So, for whatever it's worth: Keep an eye on AO3. I'll start slowly updating everything over there soon. I'm excited to show you things. Rose, Athena, Quill, and everyone else will be back very, very soon.

[thewhizzyhead]

You keep posting about this warriors musical and I keep imagining Warrior cats.

-Patroc

you are not the first to first think of warriors as the warriors cats and neither will you be the last my dude

[keikuri]

i don't even like miraculous ladybug but the ship marigami/kagaminette makes me SO Insane like gay awakenings, awkward sleepovers, sneaking out to see each other because one of your parents is homophobic Sabine and Tom loving kagami from the start Marinette baking her pastries every day kagami buying Marinette stuff AHHHHH I love them guys I think about them a little bit too much, figuring out one of them is a legendary superhero accidentally Marinette taking them out on ladybug dates im

[roseverdict]

By Any Other Name

"What makes you so special, hm?" The stranger's voice was low and dangerous now, and they circled slowly around Orange's cage with the sharp gaze of a predator. "What about you was so perfect that He let Himself be swayed in your favor when no one else was ever able to manage it?"

(Or, "what exactly happens to Orange after their capture?")

(Or, "Vic has sauntered into my brain with a solid characterization and refused to leave.")

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HOLY SHIT

AVA 6 YALL-!

i don't think i'll be able to be normal about this Ever.

Macaroni and Sti-fi AUs are still chugging along, never fear, but here's a one-shot that grabbed me by the throat yesterday until i banged it all out in one go lmao. no beta we die like. wait. oh gosh oh fuck we need a new "no beta we die like"

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Orange watched as the gray sticks meandered purposefully through the warehouse. There were no clocks anywhere in Orange's line of sight, but they'd been watching long enough that they'd noticed a distinct change in the flow of the grays- there had been significantly fewer for a time, then they came back in mildly better spirits before dropping to an all-time low. If Orange had to guess, they'd just had dinner before switching to the night shift.

Orange's stomach rumbled at the thought, and they grimaced as their hand lifted up by it unconsciously.

Still frozen in their blank prison, the Chosen One didn't respond.

Orange scowled in their direction. "This is your fault, y'know."

Nothing.

"You come in ranting and raving about needing help from the one stick more powerful than you, then expect me to pick up the slack?!" Orange snapped. "You're just lucky I pocketed the pencil before you ducking kidnapped me, and even then-!"

Still nothing.

"Where'd you even get that idea, huh?!" Orange smacked the bars of their cell angrily, the noise ringing in their ears long after going quiet. "I'm not some kind of all-powerful stick figure! That honor goes to you! You and the Dark Lord both, if they're even still alive! I don't know what you did to make them disappear all those years ago, but it must've worked!"

The voice that spoke was almost unassuming, aside from the fact that Orange didn't recognize it. "That's just it. The Chosen One didn't put a stop to the Dark Lord."

Orange stiffened, then rattled the bars of their cell. "What the-? COME OUT WHERE I CAN PUMMEL YOU!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Second," the soft-spoken voice said. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to let you see me, though."

And from the shadows walked an unfamiliar stick figure. Their hex code was gray, dark enough that they almost looked like the Chosen One's twin, but their animation was…janky, Orange supposed. Each of their frames was drawn as if it were a keyframe in and of itself, and their head seemed to change shape multiple times a second.

Squashing down the instinctive urge to offer to clean up their animation like one of Alan's creations, Orange scowled. "That's not my name."

"Hm," said the stranger with a noncommittal shrug.

"It's not!" Orange insisted.

The stranger chuckled. "Whatever you say."

Realizing they weren't gonna get anywhere with the whole 'name' thing, Orange shook their head. "Who even are you, and what are you talking about? Putting aside the whole 'you claim to know about the last time I saw the Chosen One' thing, who else could it have been? Last I checked, the internet wasn't exactly bursting at the seams with superpowered sticks."

"Oh, it's not," said the stranger mildly. "Think about it, Second. Who was there that day at the bay? Who could have been the one to ensure the Dark Lord could never go after you again? It wasn't the Chosen One, I can guarantee you that."

Orange felt a dawning horror rise up inside. "No…are you saying…?"

"That's it, think about it…" coaxed the stranger.

"…it was you?!"

The stranger froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Orange blinked. That didn't sound like the maniacal laughter of someone who'd led their prisoner to the right conclusion. That sounded like the full-bodied laughter of someone who-

"I can't believe this!" the stranger crowed. They laughed for a moment more, then quieted down to a few stray chuckles, wiping at their eyes as they calmed back down. "The information is all laid out in front of you, Second! For somebody usually so quick on their feet when the situation calls for it, you're being so slow today!"

Orange really didn't like the implication that this stranger had been watching them for who-knew-how-long.

"Think, Second, think! It was just you, the Chosen One, and the Dark Lord that day, and it wasn't the Chosen One who blasted the Dark Lord to kingdom come," the stranger pressed, their voice losing some of their nonchalance in favor of a hard edge.

If Orange had thought the idea of the stranger having that kind of power was horrifying, then what the stranger was proposing was…

"…insane. Y-you're insane," breathed Orange, stepping back from the bars.

"Please, don't insult both of our intelligence," the stranger drawled, taking a step closer. "Besides, wouldn't that make the Chosen One insane for going to you for aid? If anybody saw the Dark Lord's defeat in person and knew who was responsible, it would be them, after all."

Orange hated that they couldn't argue that point, and their gaze drifted to the side to look at the Chosen One again.

Still no visible response.

Orange really hoped they were at least unconscious, instead of awake and aware and unable to move. If they knew about whatever the stranger was talking about, but were forced to listen silently, it would probably be torture.

Orange had been lucky enough to be unaware when they'd been paused, but maybe it was different for the Chosen One.

"What makes you so special, hm?" The stranger's voice was low and dangerous now, and they circled slowly around Orange's cage with the sharp gaze of a predator. "What about you was so perfect that He let Himself be swayed in your favor when no one else was ever able to manage it?"

"Wha-? What are you talking about now?!" Orange demanded, desperately trying to keep the shakiness out of their voice as they turned to keep the stranger in their sights.

"I couldn't manage it," said the stranger instead of answering. "The Chosen One certainly couldn't, with or without the Dark Lord's assistance. And yet here you stand, you naive, idealistic child!"

Orange stumbled back as the stranger stormed up to the bars, glaring them down. "You have no idea the cruelty He's truly capable of, and yet you trust Him implicitly because…why? Because He plays with you?! Because He claims to enjoy your company?!"

"Who are you even talking about?!" shouted Orange, clenching their fists and taking a step forward.

"Oh, I think you know," hissed the stranger. "You remember those first few moments of sentience, don't you? You met your first four friends, and then you watched them die in front of you. I think you know exactly who I'm talking about."

Orange snarled as realization struck, and they rushed the bars with a bang. "DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT ALAN LIKE THAT!"

"There we go," said the stranger with a smirk. "I knew you had to have a rational thought or two bouncing around in that hollow head of yours."

"It was just a misunderstanding!" Orange insisted, gripping the bars and glaring down the stranger with every ounce of venom in their body. "And he brought them back right after!"

"Oh, you innocent little kid," the stranger cooed poisonously. They leaned in close enough to take up most of Orange's vision.

Orange kept themself from shaking, but it was a near thing.

The stranger tilted their head.

"Did you really think that was the first time He'd ever tried to kill a stick figure?"

Time seemed to freeze.

Orange couldn't stop it as their eyes went wide.

"He didn't bring them back out of the goodness of His heart," said the stranger in a voice so quiet it made Orange's ears ring. "He brought them back because He knew you could make His life a living hell if He didn't. You hold the power within you to destroy His PC in a blink, and you're only kept in check by the continued existence of your friends. The decision to bring back your friends wasn't an ethical decision. It was pure and simple logic, fueled by His past experiences with superpowered sticks, a group which you certainly belong to."

"That's…that's wrong. You're lying!" Orange breathed. "He wouldn't, he couldn't-!"

"Am I?" asked the stranger coldly. "Because last I checked, Second, He did, and for no other reason than the fact that He could."

"…shut up."

"Hm?"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" Orange slammed an arm against the bars, making them rattle and creak. "ALAN'S NOT LIKE THAT, YOU'RE LYING YOUR LINEART OFF TO GET IN MY HEAD, AND MY NAME ISN'T SECOND! I'M ORANGE! ORANGE ORANGE ORANGE!"

The stranger seemed taken aback, then they smiled with all edges and no sincerity. "Of course you are, little Second Coming. You're Orange, and I'm the Vengeful One, and neither of those are actually our names, simply accurate descriptors for who we want to be."

Orange took a shaky breath, but before they could gather their thoughts and try to process all of THAT-

"Pause them," ordered the Vengeful One into a walkie-talkie they pulled from their hammerspace. "Talking is going nowhere. I think we should take our guest to the Viewing Room."

Orange only had a fraction of a second to worry about what they would be 'viewing' before the world went dark.

[ming-sik]

I was mostly surprised at the reaction I got from the fandom for being a Fermyne hater/Ferdinand hater, not because I'm surprised there are fans who are so defensive of their fave that they think someone else disliking something is them trying to keep them from liking whatever, but because in most fandoms it's understood that people who hate the canon m/f ship and overly popular male character are an important part of the ecosystem, as are people who will defend the fandom punching bags with their life. It makes the place more interesting and opens the fandom up to people other than the extreme minority of people who hate literally everything in the series except for the canon pairing. The reason nobody knows how to handle someone who loves Detlinde and hates Ferdinand is that up until now anyone who did quite sensibly looked at the dire homogeneity and noped the fuck out.

That is why I'm genuinely offended at being accused of hating for clout(what clout, everyone hates me now) or met by disbelief that I'm reading the story for anything other than the main canon pairing. I'm not reading the story for Fermyne because I was never reading this series for romance, I was reading it because 1) I was recommended it as a story with detailed worldbuilding with an aromantic protagonist which is why the worldbuilding and romance are what I criticize and 2) Sylvester is my special little guy and Detlinde is my wonderful daughter so I'm reading to clap and cheer whenever they get a single line of dialogue. I get that people are especially sensitive to moral analysis of fiction and to that I say skill issue.

[hundredthousandtimes]

Ju Jingyi as Jiang Baoning Rebirth For You 嘉南传 Episode 30

[unknownmaly]

A Christmas to Remember

Christmas has always been a time that fills me with warmth and joy, a season that just feels like magic. Growing up in the Philippines, Christmas starts way before December. As soon as September arrives, you can already feel the excitement creeping in. The "Ber" months are something special here; it's like the whole country decides to start counting down to Christmas together. That’s when my family begins decorating, piece by piece, transforming our home into a little Christmas wonderland. Putting up the Christmas tree is one of the first steps, and each ornament holds its own memories from past holidays. But the highlight is the “Parol,” a beautiful, star-shaped lantern that’s always glowing outside our door. It’s like our own family beacon, bringing light to the neighborhood and letting everyone know that Christmas is on its way.

One of my absolute favorite Christmas traditions has always been caroling with my cousins. We’d start practicing our songs weeks before December, just waiting for the first chance to go out and sing. I’ll never forget the excitement whenever someone would shout, “Mamasko ta ta!”—the signal that it was time to grab our own made instruments and hit the streets. We made "bells" out of flattened bottle caps tied on a wire, just noisy enough to add a bit of rhythm to our songs. We’d go from house to house, singing with all the excitement in our hearts, hoping for a little reward at each stop. For us, it wasn’t only about the coins we’d earn, though the "extra baon" (extra allowance) was always nice. It was the thrill of feeling like we had worked for something on our own that made those nights special.

There were even times we were so eager that we started caroling as early as Halloween! I remember one year we decided to do it right around Kalag-kalag (All Souls’ Day), which is really meant for honoring departed loved ones. We were too young to think about it much; all we knew was that Christmas was coming, and we were just excited to start singing and earn our little "baon." To this day, it still makes me laugh running around with Santa hats and makeshift instruments in November, just too eager to wait.

But when December finally arrived, that’s when the true magic began. Caroling became more than just a kids’ thing; it turned into a family affair. My entire family would join in, from my lola and titas to cousins of all ages. We’d go out in groups, harmonizing and singing our hearts out as a family. We had our route down to an art, starting from one end of our neighborhood and visiting homes. Our relatives were always our biggest supporters, slipping us a few extra coins with a smile. Some nights, we wouldn’t finish until nearly 10 p.m., our voices tired but our hearts full. At the end of the night, we’d gather together to divide the earnings fairly, then go to bed with the happiest kind of tiredness, well a Christmas tiredness.

When Christmas Eve came, it was a different kind of celebration. This time, everyone gathered at home, filling it with laughter and the smell of Christmas food. I loved those nights, the way we’d all be together, eating, talking, and sharing stories. It felt like the whole world paused just for us, for our family. As midnight approached, we’d count down the seconds, waiting to wish each other a Merry Christmas right at 12 a.m. Those midnight moments were some of the most special, filled with hugs, laughter, and a feeling of pure joy that’s hard to describe.

And as the holiday continued, so did our family traditions. New Year’s Eve was like the grand finale, a time when we’d combine the joy of Christmas with the excitement of the New Year. The entire family would gather one more time, playing games, exchanging gifts, and celebrating with so much laughter that it felt like even the walls of our home were joining in. It was a time when everything felt right, like the world was wrapped up in this perfect bubble of love and happiness.

Now, looking back on those years, I realize how much those traditions shaped me. Christmas is more than just decorations or presents. It’s about love, gratitude, and togetherness. Christmas reminds me to be thankful, to cherish the people around me, and to remember the deeper meaning of the season—the birth of Jesus Christ, a time to honor hope and peace.

As I get older, the way I see Christmas might change, but the spirit remains the same. The excitement of being a kid and singing Christmas songs at every door may have faded, but I’ve come to appreciate the deeper side of Christmas. It’s a time to reconnect, to give back, and to remember what truly matters.

This Christmas, I’ll celebrate with all these memories close to my heart, knowing that the true magic of Christmas isn’t something that fades with age. It’s a feeling, a reminder of love, family, and the joy of being together. No matter where life takes me, I know that Christmas will always bring me back to these moments, reminding me of the warmth, the laughter, and the light that will always be a part of who I am.

[siiiopao]

IM ACTUALLY AB TO CRASH OUT RN KNTMDHODOD WHY IS THE LEON MA GUERRERO TRANS OF EL FILI ALWAYS SOLD OUT

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA La Provincia di Oggi martedì, 24 dicembre 2024

[chinesedramaoutfit]

Yellow outfit of Jiang Baoning

[frudence]

Leonardo vs. Usagi in a friendly spar to 3 points while Raphael and Donatello watch from the sidelines. [2,024 words]

[palehorsemen]