#battle in the clouds

[goshyesvintageads]

Banner Fireworks Corp, 1952

[darqx]

Bought the most expensive Pencil™ of my life to test out drawing on an iPad whilst I was on hols

[389]

Elizabeth Herrera, Battle in the Sky

[soulspark]

[ticklishcicada]

redid my old ff7 ost cover in a low poly flavor three versions for: the original ost, the Disc 4 Perfect Guide soundtrack, and the pc98 midi soundtrack

[canned-pears]

Short haired tifa enthusiast 🫡

[onion-makes-stimboards]

!!Zero With Hat Stimboard!!

1--2--3--4--5--6--7--8

(For a mutual! :3)

[lovely-english-rose]

wdym i cant go on a date with pookie?

[anakinh]

sephiroth criticizes your gameplay

bonus:

[deathberi]

FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH (2024) ↳ Queen's Blood ✧ Cloud vs Monster of Chaos

[unlikablefemaleprotagonist]

i keep thinking about the possibility that if there's ever a senior year, emily might choose to come back as a different player than fig. i say might because even if she felt like she wanted to play as someone else before junior year, by the time senior year rolls around (if ever) she might change her mind again, or feel that fig's story has taken a unique enough path at the end of junior year that it's compelling to continue playing with it.

and while i would certainly miss fig, and i think the team dynamics would change a lot if a new sixth character was pal-ing around with the bad kids, i hope that if she goes that route, she takes inspo from murph, and the greatest replacement character in d20 history: cody walsh.

because what was great about cody was that finding someone everyone would like as much as kugrash was a very tall order! so instead he veered the other way (on his moped) by creating this perfectly annoying drip of a loser, that everyone else would have strong feelings about, and more importantly, conflict with.

[emmebearpaw]

the problem with having a friend to talk about genshin with is that we have invented a genshin impact that is better than canon in my opinion. What do you mean all the things we have added aren’t real.

[mercy-love-joy]

Happy Birthday, Cuppajj!

I may not have the ability to draw at the moment but I can write!

Happy Birthday @cuppajj

It was relatively peaceful; no explosions or fireworks, no earth-shattering earthquakes (not yet at least), and sitting in front of them was a cake. Delicately frosted with white and pinkish-purple frosting with the frost-writing spelling out 'Happy Birthday!' and the individual sat happily in front of the cake.

Cuppajj sat at the table safely in a fire-proof house that could withstand the flames of a dragon. They happily sat at the table with their eyes gleaming happily as the iconic birthday song played around them with friends. The friends clapped and cheered as the artist leaned forward and blew out the candles.

The smoke wafted in the air like incense trailing up to the heavens, the friends clapped and one brought out a cake knife to cut into. The first piece went to the artist who thanked their friends and waited for everyone to have a slice.

Everything was perfect. Cake was handed out. Friends were laughing and cracking jokes only the group will understand.

Until a timer went off.

Everyone went silent, looking at Cuppajj's phone as it buzzed and sang a dainty tune. Everyone turned to Cuppajj who inhaled slowly, their face forming to one of deep concentration; their brow furrowing, their jaw clenched, and their eyes shadowed by their floofy hair. The friends set their cakes aside and saluted the artist as they set their cake to the side, picking up their tablet and pen- straightening their posture while their chin touched their chest.

"You know what you must do," one friend commented, patting the artist's shoulder. Cuppajj nodded their head and snapped their head to the door of the home, their movements were stiff but if you looked into their eyes, then you would see the fire burning in their eyes as they opened the door, ready to spar with the God of Destruction.

They closed the door and raised their leg, arms spreading out to brace their precious items. The artist smashed their foot into the ground, causing a shock and snapping the earth in a cataclysmic **boom** and the artist was projected from the ground to the air.

Ready to fight the Beast himself.

Meanwhile...

Burning Spice Cookie sipped on some spiced tea while Mystic Flour Cookie brushed Cloud Haetae Cookie. "Excited for the premiere?" The pup asked the Beast. "Hm? Oh yeah, DevSis says everyone is losing their mind about it. Although Shadow Milk Cookie is still pouting." the Beast of Apathy shrugged, "There's nothing we can do about it. Besides, rumor says that he'll be "released" in the game at the 4th Anniversary. But nothing is confirmed." The Beast of Destruction hummed. The doors opened to reveal Golden Cheese Cookie rolling her neck while Nutmeg Tiger walked behind her.

"Hey Golden Cheese, General," The Beast greeted. "Oh hey, did you finish recording your solo scenes early?" Golden Cheese Cookie asked, heading over to a table full of drinks and she offered a glass to the tiger centaur cookie. Nutmeg Tiger Cookie shook her head and kneeled down to hug Cloud Haetae Cookie in their Haetae form.

"Yep, DevSis said they wanted us to film the last scene for "part one" after your scenes were finished. How did it go?" The avian shrugged, "Eh, I could've done better at some scenes but Smoked Cheese said I should save my energy for "part two". You think they'll drop an "ascending costume" for me? Like Dark Cacao Cookie?"

The spicy cookie shrugged, sipping his tea. "It's possible. I know a lot of people were over the moon about your release- by the way, happy belated birthday." The Golden Queen bowed and headed over to sit at the table.

Then a sudden boom shook the room.

The Master raised her head at the ceiling while Golden Cheese Cookie frowned at the shaking lights, "The hell was that? Did the crew blow up the "lab" again with Butter Roll Cookie again?" Burning Spice Cookie frowned, his dark brows furrowing then perked up. His wicked grin spread upon his face as he chugged the last of his tea. "Excuse me," he pardoned and stepped out of the break room.

Golden Cheese looked at Mystic Flour Cookie who shrugged.

Cuppajj slammed into the crust of the earth with a heavy boom, their tablet, and pen perfectly intact as they stood up, straightening themselves as they stared at the warrior of spice. Burning Spice Cookie wielding his weapon of a two-headed axe, his golden teeth glinting in the sun as smoke poured around the duo. "I see you've returned, here to fight me?" He challenged. Cuppajj lifted their tablet and pen like a violist would draw their bow to their violin.

The warrior readied his position with his weapon raised. They stared for a moment, then a heavier boom followed after their battle commenced.

[illustratus]

After the battle – The Swedes in Poland in 1655 by Henryk Pillati

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Dain: You're wounded. You know that, right?

Violet: And you're a memory reader.

Dain: …

Violet: Oh, were we not stating obvious facts?

[nocherrybombs]

Vibe Check Your Vocab

Citlali: Just because I've lived for a long time doesn't mean I'm out of touch, okay?! I can be hip, I can be "with it"! Come on, ask me any question that a young person would know the answer to. I'll prove that I'm not some washed-up old hag!

Lumine: Are you sure you should be saying that so casually? Things could get ugly real fast if someone calls you on it.

Citlali: Of course I'm sure! I am entirely confident in my abilities! Besides, how bad could it possibly be?

Lumine: Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. Hey Lyney, haul your twink ass over here!

Lyney: Ah, Traveler, as usual, it is always lovely to hear the dulcet tones of your voice. To what do I owe the pleasure?

Lumine: Citlali here wants to run a vibe check on her vocab.

Lyney: No cap? Alright then, Miss Citlali, say you're verbally throwing hands with some basic bitch who has too many opinions and wants to talk to your manager. You pull off an epic clapback, but you exhaust your rizz in the process and end up taking the L. Now, considering all of that, is this situation based or cringe?

Citlali: Umm... I mean, obviously... it, uh, depends...based on what?

Lyney: Hmm. Miss Citlali, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I'm afraid that you are, unfortunately, a boomer.

Citlali, slightly terrified: What's a boomer? Is it bad? ...am I going to explode?

Lyney: No, not at all! While you may never fully understand anything a young person says, many boomers otherwise live long, happy lives. It's nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, my "Father" happens to be a boomer herself.

Arlecchino, appearing out of nowhere: Greetings, Miss Citlali, it's a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to my ongoing linguistic nightmare.

Citlali, close to tears: Who are all you people?! I'm so confused...!

Lumine: Told ya.