#but like it was a blast drawing everyone’s interns

[nightmun]

Finally finished the intern drawing wooo! I put this on RDL earlier but I almost forgot to post this here whoops 😅

Anyways, here’s the product of nearly 20 hours of drawing interns! I tried my best to capture the vibes of everyone as best I could so hopefully I did an alright job! Now on to the ungodly number of tags hhh

@pageofthemicocee @c-underscore-rry @i-want-to-do-things @catlauncher1000 @mystorl @odxball @m3llowm1sh @sweetaplle @mogamingcanthink @sts-puelle @sirwow @emo-hermit @blossomaaoc @fufupng @herosplatling-replica @mochiiniko @pokeblog123 @lolatulips

I’m sorry if I forgot anyone! There’s a lot and I pulled interns from both here and RDL so trying to figure out who is and isn’t on tumblr is hard 😓

[ferrstappen]

primero llegó verstappen l MV1

a/n: MONACO by Bad Bunny. that's it that's the tweet. this isn't very long and its all over the place but I hope you like it <3

summary: Suddenly, Max isn't annoyed about being featured in a music video.

Max couldn't stop staring at himself in the mirror of a tent full of outfits, cameras and people moving from one place to another. In his mind he already did enough promo for the team, more than enough after being crowned World Champion for the third time and a huge contributor to the comfortable win of the Constructors Championship as well.

Maybe appearing in a music video was where he draw the line?

He wouldn't have an issue if it was him on his fireproofs doing a couple of laps in some closed circuits, maybe even some hot laps, but having to pose next to his RB19, wearing a faux leather jacket and showing one of his TAG Heuer Monaco Titan, because he was a walking billboard, was a little too much on his books, especially as a make up artist mixed different shades of some foundation, and Max was trying really hard not to take offense after he told him "his dark circles were incredibly hard to conceal".

Here he was doing favors and in return was being offended by his lack of sleep and naturally pale complexion.

He almost laughed after noticing Checo staring at himself in the mirror, the same confused and uncomfortable look on his face, and the same tight jacket as they contemplated the marina from above.

In conclusion, yes, this was well above his paycheck. Max also wouldn't deny he didn't thrill on the presence of paparazzi in quiet Monaco. granted, they were looking for the big star who was doing some shots around the city, walking hand in hand with his model girlfriend, but he could still make out some yelling for him and Checo.

Then, his day took a turn.

Some crew members wearing headphones and what he assumed were the assistants approached him and Checo, telling them this wouldn't take long since all they had to do was walk around the car, get in and out of the car, with and without the helmet, all while blasting the song.

A very catchy and good song that mentioned he was the first one to cross the finish line. At least he couldn't complain about that.

But he was internally complaining when, once again, he found himself on the make up chair with the same make up artist who had a problem with his dark circles, but this time the place was much different.

A sharp suit and this time a heavy Patek Philippe on his wrist as he walked inside the Casino of Monte Carlo. Now he was greeted by Bad Bunny himself, who thanked him many many times for being a part of this, and in return Max thanked him for even thinking of him for his song. They fell into a comfortable conversations about cars when the singer motioned for two girls to come over, one Max recognized as Kendall Jenner, the other he didn't know but was eager to.

"Max, this is mi novia, Kendall, and this is her friend (y/n). They're doing some stuff on the background, don't they look incredible?"

Max swore the designer dress you were wearing was painted on you, because there was no way it could fit so perfectly on your body, with a couple of stray hairs adorning your face and long eyelashes accentuating your eyes.

"It's so nice to meet you, I'm such a big fan of motorsport," you stretched your hand and it caught Max off guard, not really knowing what to do.

So he panicked and gave you a weird handshake before lifting your hand to his lips and leaving a kiss, and he had never felt more like a creep, but he noticed you blushing and a giggle leaving your lips.

You wanted to add something when the crew called everyone to start shooting, Benito and Kendall leading the way, and the only thing Max thought of doing was to offer you his arm which you gladly accepted.

The song was blasting as everyone pretended to talk and surround the roulette, but you and Max weren't pretending to laugh or to talk.

He even left Checo by himself, he'd forgive him eventually.

"I'm pretty sure the camera is on us in this moment," you told him through gritted teeth, trying to keep a perfect smile.

"What should we do?" Max asked, trying to hide his smile while doing his best to give you his best seductive stare.

You knew he was flirting with you and it was surprising. After seeing him on screens and social media you figured he'd be cocky, not having any trouble flirting with women every weekend on different countries, figuring out a way with foreign languages, but you never pictured him as a giddy, easily flushed, good for banter man, and the only thing you wanted was to leave this shoot and have him show you the city, dressed to the nines and maybe pretending to be cold in the end so he could put his jacket over your shoulders, and that way you could see him with just a white shirt and undone tie.

But you were getting a bit ahead of yourself, especially when you heard the director yell cut and tell you and Max to pay attention to the instructions, earning you the glare of everyone in the room.

"Ey, cabrón, que se están enamorando, déjalos solos!" Hey, they're falling in love, leave them alone. Those were Benito's words.

And God, was he right.

[quillthrillswriting]

sooo.... anyone else ever wondered how different ATLA would have been if aang had been frozen at age 16 instead of age 12?

yeah... me too 😌 my new fanfic "the teenager in the iceberg" follows the events of the show, but with only aang aged up, while everyone else remains their canon age.

also...cmon....how funny is it to switch zuko and aang's iconic dialogue to "you're just a teenager!" "...so are you?"

this idea was originally inspired by the talented @allgremlinart's aged up aang drawings, so please go show them some love!!:)<3

enjoy the excerpts from chapters one and two!

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Aang chuckled, pushing himself up with his hands on his knees. He was… taller than Katara had realised, taller than Sokka. He rubbed a hand on the back of his neck, turning to look over his shoulder at the remains of the boulder-sized chunk of ice he had just been blasted out of.  “Aang. My name’s Aang.” He hesitated, momentarily seeming to puzzle something over. “And honestly? No clue. Don’t remember how me and…Appa!” He yelped, suddenly scrambling back over the hill of ice and snow. Katara followed him without thinking, and Sokka, grumbling under his breath, followed moments later. 

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“So, you’ve brought a monster to invade the village, then? You’re some incognito Fire Nation soldier sent in as an undercover scout? Well, I’ll have you know that I’m the village’s strongest warrior, a-”

“The only warrior,” Katara chimed in, lightly elbowing Sokka’s side, earning herself a responding glare. 

“The strongest warrior.” Sokka reiterated. “And I don’t much like firebenders.” He added the words pointedly.

“Ah.” Aang titled his head. “That’s a shame. Some of my closest friends are Fire Nation.”

“Of course they are,” Sokka glared, hunching over into a defensive position and adjusting his fishing spear until it pointed directly at Aang.

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Katara still wasn’t quite sure what to make of Aang. The Water Tribe boys had always been all flashy muscles, seal-jerky breath, and overconfidence, so Katara had never seen someone move, carry themself, the way Aang did. 

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Katara had admittedly forgotten how much fun penguin sledding was. “Spirits, I haven’t done this since I was a kid!” she called to Aang as he raced past her, surprisingly skilled considering that he’d never even seen a penguin until half an hour before. 

“You still are a kid!” He called back over his shoulder. “A kid who’s losing this race, badly !”

Katara’s competitive streak reared its head, her eyes narrowing as Aang stuck out his tongue. She sat up slightly, no longer gripping the penguin’s fur as tightly. “You wish!” She shouted back the words as she raised her hands, breathing deeply. Her hands moved through the positions she had practised from the few bending scrolls the tribe still held on to, and before Aang knew it, the snow in front of Katara turned to ice, and she shot past him as his own ice trail suddenly became dry snow with too much friction to slide on. 

She made it to the bottom of the hill, beaming, breathing heavily. The wind had whipped her hair out of her bun, and she knew without checking that her hair must have looked like a lion-turtle’s mane. She watched as Aang made a show of drying himself off with a gust of wind that he then redirected at her, messing up her curls even more. 

“You’re a cheater !” Aang gasped, mockingly clutching imaginary pearls at his throat. “I demand a rematch.”

Katara strode past him, only turning her head to cast him a smug smirk. “Maybe you’re just not as good of a penguin sledder as you thought .”

“Oh, not so fast!” Aang grabbed her wrist, tugging her back towards him, and she internally questioned why the momentary brush of their skin made her heart flip. He tried to trip her, she tried to flip him, and they both ended up on their backs in the snow, giggling, cheeks and noses bright pink from the cold. 

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“Trouble sleeping too, huh?” Aang cocked a grin, tilting his head to Katara. She kept her eyes fixed upwards, trained on the moon and the stars, worried that if she looked away, she’d end up staring into his eyes like a weirdo. 

“I always feel so awake with the moon’s light on me. Sleeping under the stars has never really been a thing that works. It’s too energising, too… too much. It’s hard to explain.”

“No, no… I get it. I feel the same way in a windstorm, all those breezes and gusts of wind, it feels… exhilarating.” She watched through her peripheral vision as he looked up at the moon. “In times of war, I think we all tend to forget how spiritual bending is at its core. I’d say it’s a good thing that you’re in touch enough with the origins of your abilities to feel the moon’s pull tug at you just as much as it does on the ocean.” 

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Aang smiled back. “Now is our time to try to make up for that. I can’t bring back everyone who was hurt in this war, and you can’t bring back your mother, but together, the two-, three of us can make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else.”

“I’d like that,” Katara exhaled, her breath calming down and tears dissipating. The two spent hours talking back and forth, exchanging the stories of their respective childhoods. Katara learned that Aang had invented several new bending moves and had been a big fan of fruit pies, while Aang learned that Katara had always been the bossier one between her and Sokka and that she had almost chipped a tooth on seal jerky when she was six. They continued talking back and forth in increasingly hushed tones until the world faded away under the cover of clouds and sleep.

Katara awoke to the loud shout of her brother. 

“Wakey wakey, lovebirds!” he yelped, chucking a rock-hard stick of seal jerky at both of them. 

“Ouch, Sokka !” Katara snapped at him, rubbing her head at the spot where she had been hit, before realising that she was leaning against Aang and immediately jumping away, blushing furiously. 

♥ check out the two chapters of this (ongoing) fic & my ao3 here! ->

[thebunnednun]

Ace x strawhat!reader

Carnival Confessions Portgas D. Ace x Straw-Hat! Reader

Thank you for my first "Follower Friday's" request! <<33

This is not the best photo but I could grate cheese on this mans abs and fucking lick it off. Like a dream about him at night. (Sorry Buggy!)

*AHem*

Time to add a new husband to the list.

Don't be afraid to send me any requests my loves and if you are waiting for the next installment I have my masterlist posted!

Like usual, never be afraid to hang out in the comments. I love you guys feedback and snort up all the love you show. <33

ON WITH THE SHOW!!~~

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As the Thousand Sunny glides through the calm seas, a distant glow catches the crew's attention. Nami, always attuned to opportunities for fun and profit, eagerly informs everyone about the nearby island hosting the renowned Festival of Stars. With its promise of dazzling lights, delicious treats, and lively entertainment, it's an irresistible invitation for a crew in need of some rest and relaxation.

Excitement buzzes among the Straw Hat crew as they prepare to make landfall. Luffy's eyes sparkle with anticipation, Sanji's culinary imagination runs wild at the thought of new ingredients, and Usopp feverishly sketches plans for the perfect carnival game.

Suddenly, the sound of cannon fire echoes across the sea, breaking the tranquil atmosphere.

Luffy, ever the goof-ball, shouts, "What's that? Are we under attack?"

"No, Luffy, look!" Usopp points excitedly towards the source of the cannon fire. "It's a welcoming salute! They must be celebrating our arrival!"

A grin spreads across Luffy's face as he grips the ship's railing.

"Alright! Let's join the party!"

Nami nods in agreement, her eyes gleaming with the prospect of potential treasures. "Indeed! But let's make sure we don't get carried away and forget our mission."

Sanji, already envisioning the culinary delights awaiting them, adds, "I can't wait to taste the local cuisine! This festival sounds like heaven!"

Meanwhile, amidst the flurry of excitement, you exchange a meaningful glance with Ace, a silent acknowledgment of your shared desire to explore the festival together. The unspoken tension between you both hangs in the air like the scent of gunpowder after a cannon blast, waiting for the right moment to ignite into something more.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Ace found himself stealing glances at you whenever he thought you weren't looking. He admired your determination, your wit, and the way you effortlessly fit into the fabric of the crew. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to confess the growing feelings stirring within him.

Little did Ace know, you were experiencing the same internal turmoil. Your heart skipped a beat whenever he smiled, and your cheeks flushed whenever he spoke to you. You admired his strength, his loyalty to his crewmates, and the way he carried himself with a quiet confidence. But like Ace, you were hesitant to reveal the depths of your emotions, afraid of risking the friendship you cherished.

Y’all were soooo down bad for each other. 

the Thousand Sunny gracefully docked at the island, the crew eagerly disembarked onto the bustling streets, immediately enveloped in the vibrant energy of the Festival of Stars. The air was alive with the scent of exotic spices and the melodies of street musicians, drawing the Straw Hats into the heart of the festivities.

Stalls adorned with colorful banners and twinkling lights beckoned them with promises of exotic treats and unique treasures. Nami, always the opportunist, discreetly pulled Robin aside amidst the bustling crowd, a mischievous glint in her eyes betraying her intentions. "Let's give those two a little nudge in the right direction," she whispered, and Robin's lips curved into a knowing smile as they exchanged a silent agreement.

Meanwhile, you and Ace found yourselves entranced by a lively carnival game nestled amidst the throngs of revelers. The enticing challenge involved tossing rings onto bottles, each success rewarded with a coveted prize. With a playful glint in his eyes, Ace turned to you, his charismatic grin inviting you to join in the fun.

"Care to test your luck, (Y/n)?" he teased, his voice carrying a hint of friendly competition.

You accepted his challenge with a determined smile, eager to showcase your skills and perhaps impress the fiery-natured pirate. As the game unfolded, laughter and banter flowed freely between you both, each toss of the ring accompanied by playful taunts and good-natured ribbing.

Unbeknownst to you, Nami and Robin watched from a distance, their subtle orchestration unfolding according to plan. With a satisfied smirk, Nami leaned towards Robin and whispered, "I think they're starting to get the idea, don't you?"

Robin nodded, her gaze lingering on the scene before them. "It seems our matchmaking efforts may bear fruit after all," she remarked, a knowing twinkle in her eye as she observed the blossoming camaraderie between you and Ace.

As the carnival game continued, amidst the whirlwind of colors and laughter, the stage was set for something more than just a friendly competition. In the heart of the festival, amidst the vibrant chaos, two hearts danced closer together, their connection blossoming like the stars that illuminated the night sky above.

However, the game proved to be more challenging than expected, with each toss of the ring met with exaggerated groans and comical expressions of determination. Ace's fiery competitiveness only added to the amusement, his dramatic reactions earning laughter from both you and the surrounding crowd.

After a particularly close call that had Ace teetering on the edge of the game booth in mock despair, you finally emerged victorious, clutching the small plush toy prize triumphantly. Amidst the cheering and congratulatory pats on the back, Ace flashed you an exaggerated pout, pretending to wipe away fake tears of defeat.

"Alright, alright, don't rub it in too much," he teased, a playful twinkle in his eye.

You couldn't help but giggle at his theatrics, playfully tossing the plush toy into his waiting arms. "Looks like you'll have to settle for being my second-place prize," you quipped, earning another round of laughter from the surrounding onlookers.

Unbeknownst to both of you, the rest of the crew watched from a discreet distance, their amusement evident in the smirks and stifled laughter exchanged between them. Usopp, still disguised as a carnival attendant, struggled to contain his laughter as he approached with a mischievous grin.

"Congratulations on your win! As a special prize, how about a romantic stroll through the festival's enchanted garden?" he exclaimed, barely managing to keep a straight face.

You and Ace exchanged incredulous glances, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected offer. With matching shrugs and bemused smiles, you accepted, unable to resist the lure of curiosity and the promise of adventure.

As you ventured into the enchanted garden, laughter echoed through the night air, mingling with the soft rustle of leaves and the distant strains of music. The comedic charm of the situation was not lost on the crew, who watched with amused anticipation from the safety of the ship, ready to intervene if their matchmaking scheme veered off course.

As you and Ace embarked on your romantic stroll through the enchanted garden, the atmosphere was filled with an air of whimsy and mystery. Twinkling fairy lights illuminated your path, casting dancing shadows on the verdant foliage that surrounded you.

Unbeknownst to both of you, however, a series of hijinks unfolded in the background, orchestrated by the mischievous members of the Straw Hat crew. Luffy, unable to contain his excitement, had snuck off the ship in search of adventure, only to find himself entangled in a comical chase with a group of festival performers dressed as mischievous sprites.

Meanwhile, Sanji, ever the hopeless romantic, had taken it upon himself to prepare a surprise picnic for the two of you, complete with an array of delectable treats and a bottle of his finest wine. However, his efforts were nearly thwarted when a wayward gust of wind sent his carefully arranged spread tumbling into a nearby bush, much to his dismay.

Back on the ship, chaos ensued as Chopper and Franky attempted to quell the commotion caused by a group of overexcited seagulls that had mistaken the Thousand Sunny for a floating buffet. With brooms and buckets in hand, they engaged in a slapstick battle against the determined feathered invaders, all while trying to maintain a semblance of order.

You and Ace began meandered through the garden, engrossed in conversation and unaware of the chaos unfolding around you, the sounds of laughter and mischief served as a whimsical backdrop to your romantic interlude. Little did you know, the antics of your crewmates would only add to the memories you would cherish for years to come.

The night wore on and the stars began their mesmerizing dance across the sky, a subtle shift occurred between you and Ace. With each shared laugh and stolen glance, the barriers around your hearts began to crumble, revealing the tender affection that had been quietly blossoming between you.

Finally, as the last firework burst into a kaleidoscope of colors, painting the sky with its radiant glow, Ace took a deep breath, his eyes locking with yours in a silent understanding. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you," he began, his voice soft but steady. "I've always admired your strength and kindness, and... I think I might be falling for you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm embrace. In that moment, all the unspoken desires and lingering doubts melted away, replaced by a sense of clarity and undeniable truth. "I feel the same way," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've been hoping you'd say something like that."

As the crew erupted into cheers and applause from their hidden vantage points, you and Ace shared a shy smile, the joy of mutual understanding washing over you like a wave. Surrounded by the magic of the festival and the warmth of each other's presence, you knew that this moment would be etched into your memories forever.

And so, hand in hand, you and Ace walked through the streets of the Festival of Stars, the world around you alive with possibility and promise. In that enchanted moment, you realized that sometimes, the most precious treasures could be found in the most unexpected of places - even in the heart of a carnival. And as the night faded into dawn, you knew that your journey together had only just begun.

As the cheers of the crew faded from the air, Ace's expression shifted from surprise to realization. "Wait a minute," he exclaimed, a mix of disbelief and amusement crossing his features. "Did Luffy have something to do with this?"

Before you could respond, the mischievous laughter of your crewmates echoed through the garden, confirming Ace's suspicions. "Looks like the little captain couldn't resist playing matchmaker," Sanji chimed in with a knowing smirk.

Nami, unable to contain her amusement, added, "I guess we owe him for helping set the stage for your confession, Ace."

As the teasing banter continued, you and Ace exchanged sheepish glances, both amused and touched by the antics of your crewmates. But before you could fully process the moment, chaos erupted in the garden as Luffy's laughter rang out, accompanied by the sound of running footsteps.

"Hey, come back here, you two!" Luffy's voice echoed through the night air, followed closely by the pounding of feet.

With a shared laugh, you and Ace took off running, the thrill of the chase adding an unexpected twist to the evening's festivities. As the fireworks continued to light up the sky, you and Ace found yourselves using your respective powers - his fire and your water - to outmaneuver your pursuers, weaving through the garden in a playful game of cat and mouse.

With each burst of laughter and flicker of flames, the bond between you and Ace grew stronger, fueled by the shared joy of the moment. And as the night unfolded in a whirlwind of excitement and hilarity, you couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected turn of events that had brought you closer together.

As the chase continued under the canopy of stars, you and Ace knew that no matter where your adventures took you, the memories of this magical night would always hold a special place in your hearts.

And as the fireworks danced across the sky, illuminating the path ahead, you felt grateful for the laughter, the love, and the unforgettable moments shared with your Straw Hat family.

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POsted on 4/10/24 same day as Chapter 3 to "Whispers of the heart."

[candaru]

just gonna ramble about some Ultrakill/Portal crossover thoughts don't mind me

(considering The End of All Known Land canon for these thoughts, i.e. a world where Gabriel and V1 are the only ones to get out of Hell)

Chell hates robots with all her soul and would try to fucking annihilate V1 if she thought they posed even a sliver of a threat but V1 would be so fucking excited at the prospect of another human. like obviously if they were still in a situation where they needed blood, they'd kill her without a second thought, but now? they're just FASCINATED by the question of "how did a human SURVIVE" and they want to know everything

V1 inner monologue: oh boy a new sparring partner!!! wow they have a cool new kind of gun I've never seen before!! that would've been soooo helpful back in hell. I wonder if that's how they escaped? and they're quiet just like me! I wonder if their organic voicebox is broken? or do they just not have one? can humans not have one?

GLaDOS would fucking despise Gabriel because he's sooooo full of himself. She doesn't even need to hear him say anything robot-racist, She's already decided She hates him and wants him dead. an "angel?" yeah, right. sounds just like another human ripe for the picking. let's see how high-and-mighty you are when you're in my TESTING DOMAIN! DO MY PUZZLES, BOY!!!

Gabriel is like wow this robot is stuck up and has some serious issues but also I am uncomfortable with how much of myself I see reflected in her. hmmmm. yeah I'll try your puzzle, tell me more about your deep-seated hatred of organics and particularly this one that keeps ruining the facility you run and is the only one to ever beat you in a fight. mhm. yeah so quick question have you ever thought about trying to fuck—

(EXPLOSION AND GUNFIRE)

meanwhile if Chell ever met Gabriel on the surface it'd make for such a good tense encounter. bc she is hiding behind a tree in full fight-or-flight mode wondering "how did another human SURVIVE" and also second question "how did they get such sickass wings and where can I get a pair?"

and then Gabriel noticing her would ALSO send him into fight-or-flight mode but only for a moment because of the pure shock of, again, "HOW DID A HUMAN SURVIVE" before curiosity completely overtakes him and he tries to talk to her. trying to get her to talk and not attack or run is like trying to coax a wild injured animal out of a hiding spot. but he eventually manages to earn the barest, most minimal amount of trust by setting down all his weapons and leaving offerings of food in front of her.

...this gets harder when she sees Gabriel and V1 together and registers that they're allies. she's unsure if they're plotting against her or if V1 is manipulating Gabriel. eventually she leans towards the latter and thinks her fears are confirmed when she witnesses them drawing Gabriel's blood while he's sleeping.

she tries to communicate this to him by drawing crude pictures on the ground and is VERY FRUSTRATED when he's like "omg can you not talk? that's ok!! V1 also can't talk but we make it work, they're really incredibly kind and patient and—"

Chell, internally: I AM GOING TO KILL THAT FUCKING ROBOT AND SAVE YOU

I think it would be funny for V1 to try and go urban exploring in Aperture. GLaDOS is initially all excited because a new testing robot literally fell right into Her clutches but then V1 proceeds to be the most stubborn, impudent, tenacious piece of shit and they remind her WAY TOO MUCH OF CHELL so now She's trying to kill them but they have ACTUAL FUCKING GUNS and Aperture is being destroyed in the wake of their battle

meanwhile V1 has decided they don't like this robot but also She makes fun tests. so they do puzzles until they get bored and then they blast holes through the wall and try to kill Her

something something Ultrakill is just Portal for NBs (everyone knows Portal is for women) and I'm so fascinated by the similar dynamics of the toxic yuri/toxic yaoi robot-and-human pairs. and I think they would mostly hate each other and I love that for them.

(also something something GLaDOS is too far gone, too corrupted in Her immortality, and too deep in denial for any possible healthy ending with Chell—it's just not possible. so seeing Gabriel and V1 in a healthy and loving relationship would make Her SO FUCKING MAD for reasons She can't articulate)

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

I'm watching the mixed archery competition today (teams of 1 man and 1 woman) and I can't help but think about Clint and Kate going absolutely HOG WILD watching this together 😂 they're shouting loud enough that the whole neighborhood can hear it

Alternatively, they compete as Team Hawkeye and are unaffiliated with any country but they're here and no one is sure why they're here??? Like they're winning but are they even allowed to be given medals???? They didn't enter as Team USA they just showed up with a homemade flag that's actually a purple sheet with a slice of pizza drawn on with fabric paint????

Oh my godddd they WOULD compete under a flag of their own making. (this flag is very important to me. there's a dog paw print in paint that was NOT on purpose, Lucky just got excited. the sheet? from Kate's bed. The drawing of pizza? Very bad. You can tell it's supposed to be pizza. For the most part.)

How did they get into the competition? Unclear. They just showed up on the range and refused to be removed. Not in a mean or loud way, but in a politely redirecting questions or answering with things that don't really pertain. such as:

"How did you get here?" "Oh, we took a plane!" "No, how did you get here, on the range." "The door that everyone else used...?" "You can't compete." "Oh, we totally can! No injuries or anything." "This is an international co--" "We brought a flag, though!"

The Olympic committee is really perplexed, kind of angry, the other archers are having a BLAST. Lucky is using his service dog training to help the others with Olympic jitters!! He becomes the unofficial mascot of the archery competition

And competing with Hawkeyes really changes the tone of the competition. The rest of the field knows they're not going to win, so the pressure's off, they can just have fun!! Because of this the majority of competitors get personal bests.

The Olympic committee decides they AREN'T allowed to get medals, so the team that gets gold (actually silver, whatever) wears the medals WITH the Hawkeyes and gets a picture like that.

i want to say some of the other teams are lowkey like "that's bullshit, we should get them something" which winds up being croissants that they spray paint gold and glue on to ribbon. They get together some time after the event and have a "medal ceremony" for the Hawkeyes who are crying very touched.

Snoop Dogg decides they're going to hang out with him, they try to teach him to use a bow, they wind up hanging out with Martha Stewart, ALL OF THEM HAVE BEEN IN PRISON? actually I don't know about Clint but anyway. Basically they hijack the Olympics, they want to meet Simone Biles!!! they are having the greatest time (Kate telling Simone how brave she is and how her being public about everything she went through with the last Olympics meant a lot to her and Simone is like "omg is this avenger going to start crying oh god what do i DO". there's a cute picture of them hugging)

Steve Rogers is there for some event, and there's viral videos of them doing the "I've got my eyes on you" gesture at him very threateningly.

Someone points it out on Twitter "lol what did cap do to piss off the hawkeyes?" And Kate's like HE KNOWS WHAT HE DID (which he does)

GOD I LOVE OLYMPICS AUS

[speaker-anon]

Hidden Lamentions

You finally find out the truth. The reason felt wrong and horrible, yet it feels right and reasonable. 

(//first attempt writing is my silly anon suffering? that's crazy man /lh)

(//also please note i timestamped on how the events went by memory and the asks from vita an's the back side blog from memory which means i might get things wrong)

(//this takes place before the second phase of vita an's lore :3. now enjoy some suffering folks)

-1 Day before the rapture-

Walking away after exchanging reasons, drawing closer to somewhere more secluded in the back, the damn smile they put on while blasting earrape is finally cracking as the turmoil of emotions flood onto their mind.

Speaker couldn't get their thoughts together. They're going to disappear. They'll be wiped from existence once the rapture is complete. Once the door opens.

They never thought about the feeling of death at their young, carefree age before. But since finding some sort of truth in 🥀's intentions, they can't understand why the whole world has to disappear. Why they have to be caught in the way. Not even everyone knows the world will end soon, minus a few anons and other people like them.

The worse thing about it? There's absolutely zero chance they'll be in this "new world". Of course, blasting earrape to people is considered rude, even for the shits and giggles.

Of course, Peaky is aware that justice will rain down upon for their actions one day.

But why did the way of order have to be like this? They'd rather go to jail than die.

Even with what 🥀 said on how it's going to go, Speaker can't help but feel sick to the stomach. They place their newly bought and trusty round speaker to the floor as they sat onto the floor, near the wall.

"it's...not fair. not fair at all. why does it...?"

Peaky took out their phone and started scrolling through the internet, checking on people's posts on the social media website everyone uses.

Vampie's doing fine. Peaky still hasn't heard anything from Gray. Intern from Vita-Hona's pharmacy seemed fine. Everyone else was fine, other than a few people going through the horrors back at their places.

Tears slowly leak from the anon's mismatched color eyes, falling like water droplets dripping down the sink.

"this isn't fair"

Speaker tried to distract themself by playing a few rhythm games, but it doesn't work due to their eyes watering, obscuring their ability to see the notes coming down the judgement line.

Listening to calming, classical music doesn't work either.

This; all of this felt like a fucking nightmare to Peaky.

But what is there to do to stop it?

To stop the gears of faith?

To save (is there even a possibility) everyone?

To save themself?

Nothing.

Speaker is just a dumbass blasting earrape for their own pleasure.

They can't cry out for the entire day. That would waste the time Peaky has left.

Grabbing the speaker and standing up, Peaky took out a special device and clicked on a button.

Best to spend some time before they disappear.

-5 more hours till the end-

Speaker hoped they did well with the remaining hours. They talked with their new best friend Vampie, even asking a hug from them.

The comfort helped the fragile mentality.

Right...?

Right...?

Not really.

They still feel sad.

The fact they imagined the sound of clock ticking in their head, counting towards the end of everything, everyone, all at once as a new world shall be reborn.

Tears rolled down Peaky's face, but it's not that quick as they wipe it away.

Try to breathe. Focus. Drift your mind away from everything.

In, out, and repeat.

In, out, then repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat till there's nothing to repeat.

Nope.

Peaky choked out a few sobs. This is fate.

Let it take course.

It'll be fine.

It'll be fine.

It'll be fine.

Speaker rolls up into a ball, letting the tears fall.

There's not much left to do.

...

Peaky forced themself to get up, taking hard steps towards her location.

One last farewell.

One last farewell to the mastermind. 

Those might be as well the very last words they'll ever say.

Yet they wonder...will everything truly be in order? Will regret everything after the gears of fate stop and restart?

...

That's something they aren't sure of.

-3 more hours till the end-

Speaker opened their mouth, as the thoughts of their true feelings wove themself into sad, yet sharp words.

"...i shouldn't feel scared. i shouldn't {yet i am}. the rapture won't hurt {yet why do i act like it will}, just as you said. but i don't want to die. i know my actions won't allow me to make it into the new world. i just know it {not even if i change just in time}. i guess i'm bidding a farewell early, huh {i don't want to but there's nothing left to feel}? i'm scared. i'm scared of what happens next. but i got to face it with courage, not fear."

They leaned onto the wall as one last tear drips down their tired, sunken eyes.

"please remember me in the new world, 🥀."

Illith finished, smiling bitterly.

[avengerscompound]

The Interview - Epilogue

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Rating:  E

Warnings: smut (MF, vaginal sex, oral sex)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count:  819

Summary:  Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America.  Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Epilogue

Melody wandered through Steve’s apartment - their apartment - a little aimlessly with her laptop tucked under her arm.  She’d been back in New York for a week and while she was glad to be back, she was feeling a little restless.

The last few days in Oregon made up for the rest of the time she’d been stuck there.  When Steve and Melody had returned to the house to share their news, the Christmas celebrations had turned into engagement celebrations, and everyone had talked about potential Wedding venues and themes while they prepared the Christmas dinner together.

There was going to be a lot to organize.  Given how toxic Steve’s fans could be and the events of the past month, Melody wanted to keep everything private.  No announcements.  No leaked photos.  Nothing.  So they’d have to figure out a way to have a wedding without any of the details getting out.  Steve was in full agreement, not that Melody was surprised.  In fact, she had the feeling that if she'd wanted it to be very public, maybe he’d have rethought the engagement in the first place.  This was one of those things where they needed to be on the same page.

There would be moving too.  She’d been staying with Steve ever since she’d gotten back, but technically her things were still at what was now Bobbi and Bucky’s apartment.  This was all a big change for Melody.  She and Bobbi had been so dependent on each other for so long now, that it was hard to imagine a world where they weren’t living together anymore.  It was big for both of them.  Not just because they were going to be standing alone, but because they were going to be taking big dives into their romantic relationships and it was scary as well as exciting.

There was also the lawsuit against the Daily Bugle and specifically Norah Winters.  She still didn’t know what was going to happen with that.  The Bugle had quickly put up a retraction and apology stating they didn’t know anything and had fired Norah.  Jameson had even left a message for Melody begging her to drop the suit and come back.  She knew that was more about dropping the suit than coming back though, and that getting any compensation from Jonah would be like drawing blood from a stone.  She was glad Norah had at least been fired and she hoped she might have her charged for both theft and defamation.

Biggest of all, she had to figure out who she was now, and what she was going to do.  She wasn’t going to return to the Bugle.  Even if she did want to go back and run The Blast once more - which she did not - the damage to her reputation had been done.  That was going to be hard for her to navigate.  She had thought she was going to be a journalist and now it wouldn’t matter where she worked, she couldn’t have social media because it just became a magnet for vile hate, and having social media was essential for public figures these days.  Even writing and releasing a novel would be difficult without it.  It would be difficult either way, but with no way to engage with potential readers, it was going to be next to impossible.

It was a tricky situation, but she was confident she would work it out.  She’d been through harder things than this.

She took a seat on the couch.  It was an uncomfortable leather thing that she’d tried to make more comfortable since she’d started staying there using cushions and throws.  It wasn’t particularly successful.  Steve hadn’t bought furniture for comfort as until recently, he hadn’t spent a lot of time in his apartment outside of eating and sleeping.  She was going to need to switch out the couch now she’d moved in.

Steve had been out of town on a mission for a couple of days, which was another thing that she needed to get used to. It was different having to worry about him when she was there alone.  There were a few other people in her situation at the tower, and she did have a half plan to try and introduce herself to them, but having long empty days with no work and everyone she knew busy was a lot to get used to.

It was a process, and she was confident she’d work it all out.  She just needed to work out a plan of attack.

For now, she would take advantage of the amazing view of the city and the quiet of the apartment and write.  She drew her legs up against her, balanced her laptop on her thighs, and opened it.  The document containing her novel sat open and ready to go.

She rested her fingers on the keyboard, fingertips hovering over the keys, and began to type.

~ The End ~

Melody and Steve Will return...

[creatorping]

as prompted by @flowery-laser-blasts, super long post ahead!

SHUGO CHARA X KP

Note: Shugo Chara is a shoujo, magical-girl anime from the 2000’s. Charas have their own names and a simple color palette. They are a small persona of their owners’ dreams and reflect different selves. They provide the owner special abilities when merged. (Ex. Shown in poster. The pink-hair girl, Amu, has 4 charas: Ran: Athletic, confident Miki: Artistic, cool Sue: domestic skills, caring Dia: Idol, to shine)

These are some personalities/abilities for kp characters I can think of.

[Shego] Tina (Teacher): takes charge, likes to correct mistakes, drills info into people, gets very proud if student reaches to her expectations.

Ability: listener(s) will believe whatever sentence Shego says as the absolute truth for 1 minute. (Once per day)

[Drakken] Ernie (Mad Scientist): reckless, ambitious, loves a good dad joke, holds grudges

Ability: complete understanding of any machinery that will help improve it immensely or create a new invention

[Kim] VivI (Cheerleader): very competitive, confident, a burst of energy.

Abilities: super strength, speed, (explains most of her physical skills during missions)

Angie (Girly Girl): loves fashion, beauty, and fun things. Often carefree & mischievous. Hates stress.

Ability: pulls out gadgets disguised as beauty products (laser lipstick, stink lipgloss, tracking foundation, etc) from her purse

[Ron] Jynx (Celebrity): reflects Ron’s wish for popularity, has unique charm, can socialize like a fish in water, improv master

Blaze (Monkey Ninja): Ron’s monkey power side, mysterious, only awakens when in rage

Ace (Athlete): prideful, tends to overthink

Ability: proficiency in any sport

Rye (Chef): calm and collected, multitasker, finds joy in sharing his creations

Abilities: culinary arts, craftsmanship

[Yori] Tsuki (Ninja): quiet, stealthy, goes with the flow. Loyal and protects her loved ones

Ability: dual-wielding fan, short-term invisibility

[Bonnie] Reyna (Queen): Strategic, quick-thinker. Vain and often driven by emotions

Ability: Huge charisma, anyone who believes in her crown will fall towards her demands.

[Junior] Celeste (INTERNATIONAL POP SENSATION): upbeat, optimistic, knows how to hype up a crowd. Feeds off of praise and love

Ability: Make anyone admire him to the point of a crazed fan. (Dispels when they hear someone else sing); Disco dance balls that hypnotize people to gather up and dance! until….?

[Joss] Jade (Cowgirl): bubbly sweet, helpful, and hyper. Can easily forget small details.

Ability: robot horse stampede; insane control of lasso

[Monique] Jacqueline (Fashion Designer): Sassy, stands up for herself and others. Loves a good dynamic.

Ability: dress up doll (whatever outfit she draws in her book will appear on the actual target)

[Wade] Digit (Intel): always prepared with technology. knows everything about everyone, Gossip KING. thinks that all problems can be solved with science

Abilities: short-distance teleportation. can create a holographic image of himself as decoy

[Jim and Tim] Hex & Bolt (Engineers): curious pranksters, thirty for knowledge. Have inside jokes, genius little comedians. Pretty filial inside.

Abilities: makes crazy innovative technology, twin telepathy, thick thinned (less easily injured during experiments)

which ones are your favorite? (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ

[here-there-were-dragons]

i am once again asking what the fuck the magmablood rebellion dragons are eating.

that island sprung up out of the ocean from solidified lava like two weeks ago, there is nothing organic likely to be on there aside from dead fish and incinerated seaweed and CERTAINLY no native biosphere. that's a cold(hot?) hard hunk of fresh ocean rock with fuck-all on it except a bunch of angry already half-starving dragons. and this totally barren island has to not only support an entire civilization of flying whale-sized lizards that just landed on it five minutes after it was created, but also support said lizards as they're doing hard backbreaking physical labor of constructing their own civilization and infrastructure basically from complete scratch with zero official mainland help or suppliers, bordered on BOTH sides of the ocean by territories who's governments are actively and mercilessly hostile to them, against which they are also simultaneously supporting an active medieval-tech civil war effort!

where are their supplies coming from? even if every clan involved packed up every last thing they owned and bounced, that still wouldn't last long. most of those clans were dirt poor and rebelling specifically because they were about to get poorer and had nothing left to lose. both territories on both sides of the ocean from it are, as previously stated, actively and directly hostile to their very existence, both with an INTENSE vested interest in claiming this land and the mining and potential strategic staging ground resources it represents, but as it stands the island is completely worthless and uninhabitable without significant terraforming operations of a scale that would be basically only possible to undergo with constant and significant governing body backing from the outside! and even then it would take years to get anywhere near sustainable! the magmablood faction is completely isolated on there with precisely zero support from anyone! what are they eating, rocks?

are they somehow cutting enough deals with pirates to keep themselves afloat, and miraculously managing to make it worth their while enough to risk drawing the ire of-and having to sneak past the increasingly militarized borders of- the mainland faction to boot? because there's no way in hell the forgemasters are just letting them pop back over to the mainland for chips and a smoke anymore, those fucking dragons aren't seeing home again until they're dead. even if they win, short of full uno reverse conquest of the mainland on their part i doubt they'll ever be allowed back into the proper ashfall wastes. and there's just as equally no way in hell the forgmasters are letting any respectable, legally operating business cut supply deals with them. i give it maybe two years of this before any dragon caught flying within twenty kilometres of the shore is blasted out of the sky.

If it really is pirates somehow that are keeping them alive, how is that going to work out for them when the war's over and-even if they win-those same criminals that supported them as lifeblood before are now by necessity turned away and driven out from their waters?

is another flight secretly supplying the rebellion in the hopes of capitalizing on the division to weaken a rival flight? that seems a little unlikely, seeing as how everyone seems to be busy dealing with their own internal problems right now.

the best possible ending i can realistically see for the war itself is a "victory" in the form of an uneasy stalemate- the magmabloods (with the help of hired nature magicks most likely) successfully terraform the rebuke enough to create a stable and reliable biosphere to support themselves without outside trade, and the island (sidenote; i think the mainland probably uses a different name for it. calling it "magmablood rebuke" would probably be seen as granting the rebellion legitimacy in the forgemaster's eyes) successfully secedes from the mainland wastes flight, fracturing the one fire flight into two, while each side retreats from fighting into a bitter cold war to lick their wounds and-as dipstick pines put it-"hate eachother in silence, like girls do." both waiting for the day when their chance for war can come again.

the only way i can see anything better than that happening is if there's like..... a cartoon Power Of Friendship moment where every single worker in the mainland wastes suddenly throws down their tools and all gather to hang the forgemasters from the smokestack towers by their toes and declare por or whoever their new leader forever. you know, the mainland wastes, a territory someone once calculated based on the last stated canonical size of sornieth and the rough proportions of the world map has to be somewhere between the size of australia and the size of russia.

[shy-urban-hobbit]

For @elmonstro . Inspiration hit after our convo about potential Witcher Yule traditions and went in a weird direction 😂.

Aiden and Lambert are both oblivious, pining idiots and the other Kaer Morhen residents have had enough.

Implied, non graphic smut under the cut:

"It's mistletoe." Lambert stated like he was talking to a small child when he caught Aiden staring at it yet again with a slightly perplexed look on his face. The other Witcher elbowed him in the ribs as he rolled his eyes.

"I know what it is, Wolf. What I'm wondering is why you've just got random spriggs of it hanging over various thresholds this year."

"Jaskier's idea, probably." Lambert shrugged

"That still doesn't really tell me why." Aiden prompted when Lambert refused to elaborate. The Wolf could feel himself growing flustered. Explaining would lead his mind down a path he'd been trying to steer clear of for years.

"Yule tradition." Eskel piped up and thank the gods! Lambert wanted to hug his brother in that moment, "You're supposed to stay trapped under it until somebody kisses you." He continued, not looking up from his book...Lambert was going to reorganise everything in his brother's room, "And you were right, Lambert. Jaskier thought it would be fun."

"Of course he fucking would." Lambert grumbled under his breath. This was going to be a long and torturous winter.

It started out well enough. Aiden had discovered that Jaskier - typically - was happy with any form of physical affection bestowed on him, Eskel was happy to exchange friendly pecks on the cheek (as was Geralt, surprisingly), Vesemir's facial expression alone had warned everyone present that if they tried to kiss him, there'd be consequences, a brief hug however, was acceptable. It was the same with Yennefer, although it was becoming more of a thing to kiss her hand after Jaskier had done it as a joke and hadn't been blasted through the wall for his trouble and all of this was done with a smile and a laugh. Apart from when it came to Lambert.

No matter where or when, as soon as those two found themselves trying to pass through the same doorway it was like watching a couple of adolescents, the both of them turning into stuttering messes both reeking of anxiety as they brushed barely there kisses to each others cheeks before dashing off in opposite directions like their backsides were on fire. It would have been funny if it wasn't so painful to watch.

"Idiots. They are both idiots." Yennefer stated after having just watched Lambert staring longingly after Aiden when he left to help Vesemir bring some things up from the cellar, with Aiden doing likewise when Lambert left to see to a couple of things in his lab.

"Love truly is fucking blind." Jaskier groused from his perch in Geralt's lap, "I was sure the mistletoe would give them that teeny tiny push, you know?"

Yennefer patted his knee consolingly, "Oh it still will, little bard."

Eskel peered up at her suspiciously from where he'd had his head buried in his arms in despair at the situation, "What are you planning, Yenn?"

The witch said nothing as she took a dainty sip of wine.

"Aiden? Yennefer said you needed help with something."

"Awfully nice, considering I think it's Yennefer who's responsible."

Lambert looked down at Aiden, who was sat cross-legged on the floor just inside the doorway to the room he used whenever he accompanied Lambert in the winter, elbow resting on his knee as he propped his chin on his hand, "....I'm failing to see the problem."

Aiden got to his feet, pointed to draw Lambert's attention to the all too familiar plant above his head and made to take a step forward. Magic shimmered as it blocked him before his foot had even hit the ground, the same thing happening when he tried to take a step back further into the room, "Looks like she decided to take the trapped part of this literally."

Lambert groaned internally, "What about Jaskier, or Eskel? Can't they-"

"Offended." Aiden snorted, "And no, they all tried and no change. There's only you left."

"Offended."

"Well, maybe I've been saving the best for last. Now get over here and help your best friend."

All of Aiden's bravado vanished when Lambert moved into his space, close enough to feel his body heat, smell the slight nerves - but not close enough to touch, with Lambert's gaze settling on Aiden's ear.

"So should I, uhm -" he stuttered,

"Same as always?" Aiden asked, voice sounding only slightly steadier than Lambert's.

They both hastily brushed lips against offered cheeks - the quicker this was done, the quicker they could forget about it. Aiden once again tried to take a step into his room while Lambert made to back out into the corridor.

"Are you kidding me!?" Aiden bit out alongside Lambert's growl of "Yennefer!" as both of them were stopped in their tracks.

"Fucking great. Now what?" Lambert asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Maybe we did it too quickly?" Aiden suggested.

Lambert nodded in agreement, that seemed a perfectly logical explanation. They repeated the kiss, lingering this time, neither of them mentioning the spike in the scents of anxiety and the slightly quickened breathing of the other. Still nothing.

"Well, I'm out of ideas." Lambert leaned against the doorframe

"...I don't think I am."

"Hmm?"

Lambert wrinkled his nose at the nervousness now coming off Aiden in waves, the Cat looking more scared than Lambert had ever seen him.

"Aiden, are you-"

"Shut up. Just...please don't hate me for this."

Before Lambert could say anything else a hesitant kiss was pressed to his lips, his body stiffening on reflex.

Aiden pulled away as soon as he felt the other sieze up, "I'm sorry. I thought that maybe if...I don't actually know what I thought."

Lambert grasped Aiden's chin and repeated the same chaste kiss, only lingering a couple of seconds before pulling away and finally looking Aiden in the eye.

They collided with one another, Aiden's hands fisting in the front of Lambert's shirt while Lambert yanked him in with a hand on the back of his neck, both opening up to one another at the first hint of probing tongue. Lambert's hands travelled down, down, down to press lightly on the back of Aiden's thighs, the Cat getting the hint immediately and giving a little hop so he could wrap his legs around Lambert's waist. The Wolf moaned as Aiden's skillful fingers started making a mess of his hair as he rolled his hips while Lambert shamelessly groped Aiden's ass as he supported his weight.

It wasn't until Lambert's knees hit the bed he realised that they were now fully inside Aiden's room - quickly followed as he lowered them both onto the mattress by the realisation that they should probably close the door. He gave a deep chuckle as he felt Aiden pause in his efforts to apparently just rip Lambert's shirt clean off him and make a quick motion behind his head, closely followed by the sound of a door slamming.

"Hey." Lambert said softly. Aiden cracked an eye open to peer at him from where he'd been dozing in the strip of sunlight that fell oh so conveniently across Lambert's chest "What did you mean earlier before you - when you asked me not to hate you?"

"I thought that would have been obvious." Aiden sighed, propping himself up, "You always smelled like you were about two seconds away from bolting whenever we got caught under that fucking plant. I thought the idea of doing anything like that with me made you uncomfortable, so I kept quiet."

"Like you didn't smell exactly the same." Lambert rebuffed, tweaking Aiden's nose, "I never said anything because I thought it made you uncomfortable, otherwise I would have dragged you to bed years ago."

Aiden grinned, sliding up Lambert's body so they were face to face, hovering over him "Yeah?"

Lambert nodded, running his hands over the others ribs, "Oh yeah. There'd be no doubts about whether you were mine or not. They'd smell me all over you."

"Oh, so I'm yours now am I?" Aiden purred

"As much as I'm yours?"

Aiden gave him a couple of quick pecks, "I like the sound of that."

Without warning, he rolled off Lambert and leaned over the side of the bed, digging through his clothes before holding the sprigg of mistletoe triumphantly - he must have grabbed it off the doorframe when Lambert was distracted - before proudly placing it on the headboard.

"You're fucking ridiculous." Lambert laughed as he moved to get up and get something so they could clean themselves up. He was stopped by Aiden grabbing onto his arm.

"Ah ah ah, we're under the mistletoe. You know the rule."

Lambert made a show of rolling his eyes before leaning in and very quickly deciding that getting clean could wait.

[spontaneousglitterbees]

[DRV3 Postgame AU Masterpost]

Sorry it's taking me a bit to answer asks, I read every one and cherish them -! I'd figured I'd doodle a bit in the answers, but then ah. This one changed course from 'whats up with shuichi' to 'actually we're overdue for exposition'.

Oh, backstory?

Since Class 79 is at Hope's Peak For Real in this AU, Danganronpa can't very well be like canon. Our solution: infighting, sabotage, and plenty of Drama! Discussion under the cut.

I'd call it a non-Despair AU; the world's not over, and I'm currently thinking V3 is the only killing game at this point in the timeline, catalyzed by good old-fashioned envy (and, truthfully, indignation that strangers get to live out your fantasy while you and your friends are stuck in the building next door... the nerve!) Our mastermind isn't exactly a master hacker, but she's also not working alone. This Team Danganronpa isn't trying to physically harm anyone, but showing off their collective capacity to coordinate and maintain a takeover like this is bound to catch the administrator's eye. All press is good press, and there's a lot (of investor funding, mostly) riding on stories of TAPP's success, so HPA is incentivized to intervene ASAP. The team did not account for the aftershocks of making their peers virtually kill each other. Rantaro is having memory issues, Miu has to catch her breath (to her chagrin), Kiibo doesn't have a body, Kokichi has his cane... and that's just the beginning.

Whoops.

TAPP is kind of like "what if instead of synthetically pouring all of the talents into just the one dude, we experimented on some charity cases to see if we can just artificially build an Ultimate from the ground-up". The tech in the flashback-lights is definitely at play here, though HPA proper wasn't planning on a full memory wipe/personality override (but kept the theoretical capability in their back pocket in case things went south as Advanced Gaslighting) but uh. A bunch of highschoolers took hold of the controls, which is how you get a bunch of kids that sound like characters. They still are.

In this case, Team DR is like at least 3 at most 10 disgruntled teens in the Reserve Course tired of being overlooked. More looking for mischief than harm, but hey, if they can convince the interlopers being Ultimates isn't worth it and they should leave the school after all this and free up the floorspace? They won't argue. One of the things that strikes me about DR as a series is how its internal logic is less concerned with logistics than matching the emotional weight of what it can be like to be growing up and going through high school, so I'm trying to lean in that direction. I'm not completely sure what all this means for the THH and SDR2 crews, precisely, but we'll cross/burn that bridge when we get to it I guess!

This comic taught me a lot of new tools and techniques, hence it feels to me like it took forever but I am super stubborn and couldn't work on something else until the script in my head was actualized, which turned into 'the whole thing being done'.

There's a lot of easter eggs and little jokes in the first page in particular, should you seek them! Consider this another 'cut' in case you want to try and read the Small Handwriting on Rantaro and Miu's desks for yourself.

First:

I already brought up some of them in the WIP so I'll try not to repeat too much and just link here

Kokichi could join the toast, but doesn't (and yet he still sits with everyone). Kiibo doesn't drink anything at all but does want to be in the toast, so he gets a bluetooth speaker. Surely he will blast some vocaloid shortly.

That's Kaito's notebook Kichi is doodling in; Kaito draws a bunch of stars, and I tried to sort-of-almost emulate the drawing on Kichis whiteboard and also get across that it lacks line confidence (sketch over and over the same lines) and he keeps creasing the paper because post-press it doesn't take much activity for his hands to hurt. Also kinda wanted to imply that Kaito not only knows Ouma has his notebook, but probably gave it to him because he's learned it's inevitable Kichi will tease him and draw in it and at least being upfront about it he won't manage to hurt himself trying to steal it (phantom thief or not!) Kokichi's pride is a little hurt at first, but it becomes another of their small routines they don't acknowledge out loud that nevertheless are a kind of familiar comfort for both of them.

Space debris at terminal velocity is no joke man even a paint chip won't just crack your helmet (which you'd only survive via cartoon logic and presumably-magic duct tape) but easily crack your skull at least. I did a project on it in high school once, I should really look for it tbh

Rantaro’s To Do

Set up weekly meeting

Check what is up w/ Kiyo

Make sure Kichi goes to therapy this week

Call Rillianne

Rantaro’s Reminders

Blue: Class

Red: Study

Cyan: ‘Council (or w/e)’

Green: ‘Travel Nerd Time >:P’

Purple: ‘Hang out w/ me ~!’

Orange: Group Project

Yellow: ‘Call ur family this week, srsly’

Miu’s Notes (“Polygraph Improvements”)

Before install into K1-B0’s new body, improve algorithm for fig. (figurative) speech.

Consult Ishimaru?

- Gonta can get in contact

ALSO

I really did make some actual charts based on data from the character bios comparing things like height, birthdate, etc. vs. victim, killer, or survivor status (tho that is a gantt chart template and not filled in, oop). TL;DR the most interesting one to me is this:

Where basically when you account for how many students across the games are stated to have each blood type and the proportion of those students in a certain role, things are pretty even (AB has so few students its bars arent really representative of a trend, I just included them anyway) the type Os are disproportionately likely to be killers. For the record, there's one confirmed type O victim, and it's Nagito. I have no idea what this means. But if I am blursed with this knowledge, now you are too!

The code in tsumugis glasses isnt an easter egg bc i was getting tired and frustrated but the pods are roughly (no kiibo shifts things a bit) in class trial configuration, and on the base layer before all the Rest Of The Panel got added you could kind of tell who's who. Not so much anymore, so: Saihara has his hat on, for the record, and Kokichi is on his side while everyone else is on their back. Might even be a little restless, the feeling of underlying unreality playing substitute for some of (only some of, they're still being monitored) the surveillance anxiety. Fun!

And hey, as always, and especially if you've gotten this far: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

[random-movie-ideas]

Pantheon of Heroes

Based on a writing prompt I've been seeing around about aliens invading Earth only for the old gods to return:

Thousands of years ago, mankind lived under the rule of Gods. Some were loving and benevolent, while others cruel and self-serving, and still more largely uninterested in their mortal subjects. But as humanity grew and developed, they soon grew out of their need for Gods, and by and by, they were ultimately all forgotten. Until one fateful day.

The attack began with every major center of population around the world simultaneously. No one knew who the invaders were, or where they had come from, but within minutes millions were dead. Various world militaries responded as quickly as possible, but nothing they could throw at them seemed to make any kind of dent. The decision was made by the world’s leaders to fire off their supply of nukes, but each missile merely detonated on the surface of the alien war machines, leaving nothing but a scratch behind.

Dr. Meera Chaudry was working with her team at a hospital in Hong Kong when the first attacks occurred. A laser blast struck the hospital, knocking out the power and plunging them into darkness. “Everyone outside, hurry,” Meera said, rushing her team out. One of the doctors rushed to a door and pulled it open, finding nothing but open air ten stories up, the other half of the building completely vaporized.

“The other side, hurry,” Meera said.

She and her team rushed out the door and down the stairs, hurrying as fast as they could to the exit. The second they stepped outside, however, Meera watched as her research assistant was vaporized right before her eyes.

High above, huge green war machines lumbered on long, tentacle-like legs, one firing off an intense green blast that wiped the Hopewell Centre completely from the skyline. Closer to the ground, strange green creatures with large eyes and dripping fangs flew around on batlike wings, firing energy blasts at people or stabbing them through with large scythes.

Meera’s heart raced as her eyes grew wide. “Go, run, as fast as you can!” she told her coworkers.

The group ran, drawing the attention of a couple of aliens nearby. Two blasts took out the oldest member of the group, and Meera’s newest intern, both reduced to ashes in seconds. One of the team’s engineers was felled when a creature landed on his back and lopped his head off. Soon, the team was down to four members, then three, then two.

Just as one of the creatures was about to slice through Meera’s friend Sita, a loud screech rang out through the air, a long pole striking the creature right in the face and sending it flying. A flurry of fur and golden armor whisked into view, striking another one of the creatures before taking down another with a roundhouse kick to the gut.

“Wahoo!” an excited screech yelled. Meera and Sita looked up to see what Meera could only describe as an almost humanoid macaque sitting on a nearby high-rise, wearing freshly polished ancient Chinese armor, a long pole clenched in one hand. His mouth spread into a wide grin, showing large white fangs. “I have not had a fight like this in centuries.”

He leapt off the high-rise and smacked another alien across the face, spinning in midair and kicking another with both feet.

Sita looked at Meera in awe. “Is that—?”

Meera looked back at her companion. “If it is, thank the gods he’s here,” she said. “Come on, run!”

The pair turned and raced to get under the high-rise the monkey had just been sitting on. Unfortunately for them, a laser blast from one of the war machines struck the building at that moment, causing it to crumble in on top of them and crush the two doctors into paste.

Though Dr. Meera Chaudry perished in that moment, her soul, her very essence that had taken up multiple different names and lives throughout all human history, remained. Starting as a warm and gentle glow, it rose up from her shattered form, taking on its true form as a young man of Indian descent, with blue skin and four arms, wearing ornate robes like those worn historically by his people.

“No!” Vishnu said, looking down at his arms and his blue skin, then down at what remained of Meera Chaudry below him. “We had two more years. We were almost there!”

He ran two of his hands through his long dark hair and looked around. His fellow God Sun Wukong was still fighting a horde of aliens nearby, apparently having the time of his life. Vishnu drew the Sharanga bow and fired at Wukong’s enemies, striking them all down in one hit.

“Monkey!” he shouted. “What is happening here?”

Sun Wukong spun around, suddenly finding himself without an opponent. He looked up to see Vishnu nearby. “Oh, hey,” he said. “I thought I sensed some divine aura.”

The monkey loped his way over to Vishnu, stopping to sniff at Meera and Sita’s bodies, checking for any signs of life. “Shame,” he said. “I assume you were able to accomplish . . . whatever preserving act this avatar was meant to accomplish then?”

“No, I didn’t,” Vishnu spat angrily. “Two years from now, Meera Chaudry had been meant to discover the cure for cancer. She wasn’t supposed to die until that was accomplished.”

Sun Wukong grimaced. “Well, that’s rough,” he said. “So, what now? New avatar?”

“I don’t know,” Vishnu said. “Every avatar has lived long enough to see their mission through. They’re not supposed to die until then. What is happening?”

Wukong looked up at the sky, as more and more war machines arrived. “Wish I could tell you. I was taking a nap on Tiang Tan Buddha’s lap when suddenly my bed disappeared.”

More aliens turned and came their way. A weapon appeared in each of Vishnu’s hands. “I suppose we’ll figure that out later.”

Wukong gripped his pole excitedly. “If we have to,” he said.

The two gods clashed with the aliens, striking them down one by one. They were surprisingly strong, Vishnu noted. He was used to strong adversaries in his avatars, but in his God form? As he fought, he did his best to protect the humans still running for their lives.

“Run! Hurry!” he told a family of three who looked at him in stunned surprise. He slashed at an alien in flight, cutting it out of the air as it aimed for a pair of teenagers. Across the plaza, he spotted an old man sitting on a bench, not moving.

“Old man,” he shouted. “You must awake.”

The old man remained where he was. Vishnu struck an alien with his chakram and rushed over. “Old man,” he said, jostling the man’s shoulder. He pulled back when he realized it was . . . sticky.

“Old man?”

A loud screech filled the air. Vishnu turned to see another alien racing toward them with its scythe outstretched. Before Vishnu could react, the creature impaled the man through the gut.

“No!”

The alien’s face stretched into what looked to Vishnu like a satisfied grin. It made to pull its blade out only to find it stuck fast to the man. The alien let out a screech and pulled, but no matter what it did, it couldn’t pull away. It slashed at the man’s face with its claw, only for that to end up stuck fast too.

Now that Vishnu could see the man up close, he realized it wasn’t a man at all. It was a wooden puppet, covered in glue.

“What the—?”

Before Vishnu could begin to wonder what was going on, a series of long white threads draped around the trapped alien, wrapping around it and tangling it up. The alien realized what was happening too late, struggling in vain as it and the puppet were yanked up into the tree above, where a giant black spider with a human face emerged from the canopy, quickly wrapping the creature up into a cocoon of webbing.

“Is that—?”

“Hey, Nancy!” Sun Wukong shouted, landing beside Vishnu, a wide smile on his face.

The spider looked up from its work and smiled back. “Goku!” he shouted.

Leaving his dinner behind, the Spider God Anansi crawled down the tree to greet them. He and Sun Wukong performed a minute-long handshake that incorporated all of his eight legs and the Monkey King’s two hands, two feet, and tail.

“Hey, what are you doing here, Nancy?” Sun Wukong asked. “I haven’t seen you in centuries.

“I was on the run from . . . someone.” The Spider God looked a little sheepish. He looked around at the invasion going on. “Saw all this going on, figured I might as well get a snack out of it.”

“Well, we could use your help, if you’re willing to offer it,” Vishnu said.

Anansi considered for a moment. “I mean, personally I’d rather get back to my—”

He stopped, looking up. Vishnu and Sun Wukong followed his gaze. Sitting on a branch near the mummified alien was a single white dove.

On the other side of the world, the sun rose over the Gulf of Mexico, an ancient Egyptian barque rising through the sky with it. On the deck of the ship, Egyptian Gods went about their business, fixing up the rigging, stashing away the weapons, and repairing damage from the most recent battle. The Sun God Ra sat on a throne at the center of the boat, smoothing out the feathers of his eagle head and looking over a fresh new scar.

“Well done, everyone,” he said, gripping the scepter in his left hand. “Another night, another victory over our adversary. Please, get some rest and prepare for tonight’s—”

Ra was cut off as a bright green blast struck the side of his boat, making the vessel rock wildly back and forth in the Duat. Ra gripped his throne as his aide Bastet rolled, managing to catch the deck with her claws, her fur standing on end, and the warrior Sobek clung onto the side of the boat.

“What was that?”

“We’re under attack, my king,” the Red God Set shouted back.

“By whom?”

“I don’t know.”

Ra looked up, his eagle eyes glowing as he took in the sky around him. A swarm of large green spacecraft had filled the skies of the Earth. Looking to the north, he could see that large cities such as New York and Los Angeles were under attack, and to the south, Rio de Janeiro was likewise in distress. Apparently, one of the ships had spotted the Sun Barque as it emerged from the night.

“Evasive maneuvers!” Ra shouted. “Everyone to your battle stations.”

Ra’s soldiers dutifully got to their feet, but he could see that they were tired. Near his throne, the Goddess Hathor was fast asleep in her cow form, resting from her time as the violent Goddess Sekhmet. He hated to have to wake her so soon.

Set steered the boat to the left, around the alien ship. Bastet, Sobek, and Serqet all took their places at the ship’s starboard side, striking out at the alien ship coming their way. Choosing to let Hathor rest, Ra got to his feet, raising his scepter and blasting the enemy ship with a blast of pure sunfire. The ship careened away from the blast, but when Ra cut off the stream, he could see that the ship had only received light damage.

“How is that possible,” the Dwarf God Bes asked.

“I don’t know,” Ra said. “Set, get us out of here.”

“Yes, sir!” Set shouted.

The God did his best to maneuver around the alien ship, but it just kept coming, blasting the deck and striking Serqet, sending the Scorpion Goddess crashing across the deck. The Goddess Tawaret hurried to her side.

“How is she?” Ra asked.

The Hippo Goddess looked up at Ra, a look of genuine fear on her face. “She’s not good,” she said.

Ra stared at her. He looked back up at the aliens. “Take us deeper into the Duat! Hurry!”

“I’m trying!” Set shouted.

The aliens kept coming, another green energy blast building. Ra could see they weren’t going to make it in time.

Then, just as the ship was about to fire, a huge green serpentine shape slammed into its hull from below, making its shot go wild. Ra and his crew stared in surprise.

“What was that?” Bastet said. “Was that . . . Apophis?”

Ra’s eagle eyes traced the path of the serpent as it circled its way around the barque, catching a glint of bright green and red feathers. “No,” he said. “I believe it is a friend.”

The feathered serpent suddenly rushed the port side of the boat, flying up and over and landing on the deck, flaring its large wings.

“Ra,” it said, its bright glowing eyes fixing on the Sun God.

Ra smiled. “Kukulkan,” he said. “It’s been a long time.”

Kukulkan flicked its tongue. Ra’s eyes spotted a slight burn scar across it. “Yes, it has.” He turned and watched the alien ship coming back around to attack again.

“I hope you have some sort of escape plan.”

“Yes, we do,” Ra said. “Set, get us deeper into the Duat now.”

“Yes, sir!”

The air around the boat shimmered slightly, the boat descending to a new plane of reality, leaving the physical plane and the alien ship behind. For now, they were safe.

Ra’s soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and lowered their weapons. “That’s better,” he said. “We owe you a debt of gratitude, my serpentine friend.”

The feathered serpent didn’t respond. His yellow eyes shifted back and forth, studying the new sights and sounds around him. He watched for a moment as Tawaret and Bes tended to Serqet’s wounds. “Seems humanity is in a crisis.”

Ra nodded. “It appears so.”

“Against an enemy capable of harming Gods.”

Ra said nothing, watching his follower cling to life. He rubbed the ankh in his right hand, lost in thought. A gentle glow caught his eye, and he looked up to see a white dove resting on the ship’s bow.

“It appears we have been summoned,” he said.

Meanwhile, the same battle waged over the Mediterranean, as the Asgardian warrior Thor blazed through armies of aliens, smashing through them with the hammer Mjolnir and whipping up a powerful lightning storm to blow their ships around.

“You think to challenge Midgard today, mortals,” he boasted, his voice booming like thunder. “I think you have chosen poorly.”

He swung Mjolnir again, aiming for one of the nearby ships, and slamming down on it as hard as he possibly could. To his surprise, he barely left a dent.

“What in the Nine Realms?” he said.

He wound the hammer up again, to try it a second time, only for a lightning bolt to blast through the sky and strike him in the chest, sending him flying all the way to Corsica.

“Ow,” he said, shaking his head and sitting up. “Who dares challenge the—?”

His question was answered before it began. The clouds parted above him, and a large man with curly white hair and a beard, wearing an ancient Greek toga, appeared.

“Zeus,” Thor snarled.

“Thor of Asgard,” Zeus’s voice crackled. “You have been warned time and time again, that you are not welcome in the domain of Olympus.”

Thor rolled his eyes and shook his head, getting to his feet. “This again, old man?” he shouted. “If you haven’t noticed—”

“Silence,” Zeus roared, ignoring the green ships laying waste to Rome in the distance. “I rule as King and Lord of Thunder in these lands. You are not welcome here.”

Thor cursed under his breath. “Alright,” he said, swinging around his hammer. “If that is the way you want it.”

He swung his hammer and took off into the sky, striking Zeus across the face with it. The strike was returned by a palm thrust to the chest that sent a million volts of lightning coursing through him. He was thrown backwards again, but managed to catch himself, watching as Zeus built up a terrible tempest around himself, bigger than the one he’d made the last time they’d clashed.

“I don’t want to fight you, Zeus,” Thor said. “But if I must to protect the people of Midgard, I will.”

He and Zeus clashed again and again, each blow creating bright flashes of lightning and deafening thundercracks. Thor swung with his hammer, while Zeus through bolt after bolt, their battle creating one of the most devastating hurricanes the world had ever seen, adding more and more to the destruction already being wrought by the alien invaders. Their battle may very well have laid waste to the entire Earth if it hadn’t been for a still, small voice.

“Peace. Be still.”

Zeus and Thor stopped. They looked around themselves to see their storm clouds dissipating, transforming from a hurricane back into a peaceful, blue-skied day. Thor looked down at his hammer. “What is happening? What is this power?”

Zeus scowled. He had experienced such a thing only once in his millenia of existence. Only one being had ever been able to override his storms.

“Elohim’s boy.”

Far below, a glimmer of light appeared. Zeus and Thor descended to the surface to see a lone man walking toward them, walking on the water as if it were solid ground. He looked to be of Middle Eastern descent, with long dark hair and a short beard, wearing a long white robe. He smiled genially up at the pair of them as he approached.

“Hello, gentlemen,” he said. “Lovely day for a battle, but is fighting each other really the best use of either of your talents right now.”

He looked around, noting the chaos and destruction occurring all across the Earth around them.

Zeus growled. “Stay out of this, Jehovah,” he said. “The fate of mortals is no concern of mine.”

“It is of mine,” Thor said. “Please, Jesus Christ is your name, is it not?”

Jesus smiled and nodded. “Just like both of you, I have many names. But Jesus suits me just fine.” He turned to face Zeus. “The fate of mortals may be of no concern to you, but I do fear it may grow to be your concern. I wish to meet with the both of you. Now. In the House of my Father.”

Zeus scoffed. “If you think I’m going anywhere with—”

He stopped as the trio suddenly found themselves inside a large stone building lined with marble pillars, a long table laid out with all manner of fruit and meat before them, five other Gods already seated.

“Ah,” Jesus said, turning and addressing a dove as it lighted upon his shoulder. “Thank you, brother. I see you have already gathered the others.”

The bird seemed to coo, but instead of sound, words of comfort and joy seemed to fill both Thor’s mind, putting him at ease for the moment. Jesus allowed the bird to take off, and it seemed to vanish into pure light.

“Please, gentlemen, take a seat.”

Thor did so happily, digging into a large dish of lamb set before him. Zeus, however, remained standing. “I thought I didn’t qualify to enter your oh-so-sanctimonious Heaven,” he sneered.

“Oh, imagine that,” Sun Wukong said across the table, picking through a bowl of fruit. “The serial rapist doesn’t qualify to enter Heaven. I swear, standards just keep getting stricter and stricter every day.”

Zeus snarled. “Watch your tongue, Ape. You have your own share of misdeeds.”

Wukong shrugged, swallowing an apple whole. “Maybe. At least all of my lovers wanted me.”

Zeus scowled, but he finally sat down. Thor looked across the table at those who had joined them. They were all faces he was vaguely familiar with, Gods of other pantheons he had crossed paths with in his adventures. Vishnu from the Land of India sat beside Sun Wukong and a giant spider named Anansi who had once tricked Thor out of his hammer for a month. At the far end of the table sat the Egyptian God Ra, one of the oldest Gods he had ever encountered, and beside him curled a massive serpent with bright colorful feathers. Thor had encountered a handful of those, occasionally confusing them for the World Serpent Jormungandr, but he wasn’t quite sure which one this was.

“Thank you for coming,” Jesus Christ said, standing at the head of the table. “I’m sure you’re all aware of why I have summoned you.”

“These invaders,” the feathered serpent said.

Jesus nodded. “Yes, Kukulkan,” he said. “In less than twenty-four hours, over half of the human population of Earth has been wiped out. Their weapons and their armies have failed them, and if nothing is done soon, it will mean their extinction.”

Zeus sniffed. “And why should we care? Mortals die all the time.”

His response evoke an uproar from about half the table. “We are their Gods,” Vishnu said with disgust. “We created them. They pray to us for safety and for sustenance. Surely we have a responsibility—”

“They did pray to us,” Anansi corrected. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but few have prayed to me in years. Humanity abandoned the Gods, decided they didn’t need us. Perhaps it is best to let them deal with it.”

Kukulkan ruffled his feathers. “For what it’s worth, my followers never abandoned me. Though,” he looked at Jesus, “no thanks to your followers, of course.”

Jesus looked down. “It is no secret that many of my followers have done great evil in my name,” he said. “And they will receive their justice when the time comes. But I still consider all of humanity my brothers and sisters, my Father’s children. And I intend to fight for them.”

“As do I,” Thor said.

“And I,” added Vishnu.

Sun Wukong fiddled with a mango. “Isn’t this all supposed to be ‘part of your Father’s plan,’ anyway? Why bother?”

Jesus looked down. “Because this isn’t part of my Father’s plan.”

The Gods around the table looked surprised. Jesus rubbed the palm of his hand. “Neither he nor any of his prophets foresaw this occurring. And I suspect, neither did any of your seers. Zeus, has Apollo heard anything from the Oracle of Delphi?”

Zeus awkwardly shifted his seat and took a bite of ambrosia. “I . . . wouldn’t know.”

“And Thor, have the Norns come to Odin with word of any of this?”

Thor shook his head. “No. I only learned of it because I was visiting Midgard today.”

“Exactly,” Jesus said. “Something is wrong here. Something is interfering with divine destiny. Which means these aliens are likely far more than any human could ever face. They need us.”

Ra clicked his beak, speaking up for the first time since the meeting began. “That does bring up a point of concern, however,” he said. “These creatures are defying divine destiny, bypassing all divine plan and prophecy. Vishnu, you said that your avatar was killed, even though she should have had divine protection until her earthly mission was completed, yes?”

Vishnu nodded. “She was two years away from eradicating that beastly virus from the face of humanity altogether.”

“And one of my own soldiers,” Ra said, “a God, like unto myself, is now in critical condition aboard my barque, injured far worse than any of us have been harmed before, even in our daily battles against Apophis. Considering all this, I find it a very real possibility that none of us will be able to rely on our immortality if we choose to take them on. It may be more prudent for us to withdraw all of our forces into our divine realms and let humanity die.”

Zeus stared at the elder God. “Are you saying we might actually perish in this fight?” he turned to look back at Jesus.

Jesus nodded. “I had considered the same possibility as well. I believe if we combine our forces, and reach out to the other pantheons around the world, we just might stand a chance as a united alliance. But I cannot guarantee that all of us will make it out alive.”

Zeus dropped his remaining food on the table and stood. “Well, I’m out then,” he said. “I don’t intend to put my own life on the line for these humans, and I don’t expect any of the rest of you would either. Would you, Ape? Or you, Thor? Or even you, Jesus?”

Jesus fixed the God of Thunder with a stern gaze. He raised his right hand and turned it, revealing two small holes, one in the palm, and one in the wrist. “I already have.”

“As have I,” Vishnu said. “My avatars have given their lives countless times in the service of humanity.”

“Those were your mortal lives!” Zeus shouted. “The both of you were restored to your divine states immediately after. If what Ra says is true, then if you die, you will be gone. Permanently. Is that what you want?”

“I’ve already accepted that my permanent death will come at Ragnarok,” Thor said. “If it must come a few years earlier, then so be it.” He turned to Jesus and set his hammer on the table. “I’m in.”

“As am I,” Vishnu said, laying down his chakram. He looked up at Zeus. “My avatars and I bear the same spirit. I am the Preserver. My role is to ensure humanity’s continued existence. How can I just stand by now.”

The feathered serpent ruffled one of his wings, dropping a feather onto the table as well. “I too intend to protect humanity,” he said.

Zeus shook his head, looking around at the other Gods at the table. “Surely the rest of you can see this is madness.”

Sun Wukong fiddled with his pole, considering for a moment. “Eh, I’ve stacked up enough methods of immortality,” he said. “Surely I’ll be able to take a few hits before I’m down. Plus, I could never say no to a good fight.”

He set his pole down on the table as well.

Anansi looked up from the silk tapestry he had been weaving through the entire discussion. An ancient Akan spider design adorned its front. “It’ll make for a good story at least,” he said, laying the tapestry down on the table as well. “I’m in.”

Zeus turned to Ra, the only other God remaining. “Lord Ra, surely,” he said.

Ra considered for a moment, gripping his scepter and his ankh. “I have watched empires rise and fall,” he said. “Extinction is a mere fact of life. But I have never once watched humanity go quietly into the night. Every single time, they have fought with the intensity of a white-hot sun for their very survival and right to exist, even without the promise of an immortal life. The least I can do is match such courage.”

He crossed his scepter and his ankh, and laid them both on the table as well. “You can count on Egypt’s aid.”

Zeus stared at the other Gods in exasperation, realizing he was alone. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Fine,” he said. “Let’s say we did form this alliance and save humanity from these aliens. I assume you have a plan?”

Jesus nodded. “I do,” he said. “First things first, we ensure that all of humanity dies.”

What do you think? Let me know below. Also title suggestions are appreciated. Thank you!

[ursaribbon]

PnF Revival Episode Title Predictions PART 1

The new episode titles just came out, so I'm gonna start making predictions about the new batch (some more outlandish than others just to get more of a laugh if they turn out to be true). I'll come back later after watching the episodes to see how I did.

Summer Block Buster - Something about making a movie, probably. I got nothin.

Cloudy with a Chance of Mom - This one sounds interesting. Possibly a Meatballs reference? Some sort of mom storm? Moms falling from the sky? Might be figurative for a mom getting angry? Perhaps a mom who is also a meteorologist? Badass mom thing. Let's go with that.

Appetite for Adventure - This brings back Remains of the Platypus memories (the cheese thing with Monogram). This has to be a joke about figurative versus literal appetites. Eating contest again, perhaps?

License to Bust - Candace gets her driver's license? Candace gets some sort of license. Or someone gets a license. Candace gets a license to kill, I dunno.

Dry Another Day - Drying. Dry ANOTHER DAY? Rainy day?? So it'll be dry? Another day???? Somebody goes to the dry cleaners? Phineas and Ferb start a dry cleaning business? Clothesline ziplines???

Deconstructing Doof - Either exploring his character more in depth, or literally deconstructing him somehow. At the molecular level, perhaps.

Tropey McTropeface - Everybody turns into an anime trope except for one person who's just watching it all go down, confused as hell. Either that or it's just a really corny plot.

Biblio-Blast! - Baljeet gets book-themed superpowers. Or somebody studies a lot.

A Chip to the Vet - Squirrels go to the vet. Perhaps Perry goes to the vet and has to hide his beeping watch and stuff the whole time. Maybe an animal has a chipped tooth.

More Than an Intern - Carl's epic story. Like Delivery of Destiny, but with Carl. Carl gets a weird musical number to go along with it, perhaps?

The Aurora Perry-Alis - Perry has a mission to help Santa in the North Pole and basically becomes an elf for a day. And/or Phineas and Ferb recreate the Aurora Borealis and make it go into all kinds of different shapes in the sky somehow, like you could draw an image of Perry with the northern lights.

Lord of the Firesides - Like in Lord of the Flies, the Fireside girls get stranded on a deserted island. Perhaps a Fireside-focused episode like Bee Story and Temple of Sap?

Agent T (For Teen) - Stacy helps out with OWCA somehow AND/OR day-in-the-life of Vanessa at her internship.

The Haberdasher - A Haberdasher is a "dealer in men's clothing" according to Google. We already had a fashion episode in season 1, though... Maybe we get more of the fashion designer from that episode? Or, for a crazier idea: The Haberdasher turns out to be some kind of Drusselstinian urban legend, like the Kinderlumper. The Kinderlumper episode was called "Der Kinderlumper", with "der" replacing "the", so maybe The Haberdasher is like the Kinderlumper's anglicized alter ego. Maybe the Haberdasher doesn't have anything to do with fashion at all!

Out of Character - Either everyone's personalities flip, everyone's personalities flip except for Candace's, someone's personality is explored on a deeper level and it has nothing to do with personality flips, or it has something to do with the second dimension.

Favorite episode prediction: Out of Character

Phinabella counter prediction: 13

Song/jingle counter prediction (not counting D.E.I.): 10

Laugh-out-loud counter prediction: 8

Let's see how this goes!! I'm excited!!!

[douglysium]

Some Rough Concepts for Force Users that aren't purely Jedi or Sith

Cosmos Speakers

The Cosmos Speakers are an order of  wielders that consider themselves separate from both the Jedi and the Sith. While the Jedi and Sith speak of tapping into the light side or dark sides of the  the Cosmos Speakers merely tap into the nature of the  in the surrounding environment, and whether said  is from something aligned with the light side or dark side tends to be of little concern to them. Some of the abilities they have may remind others of both light side and dark side abilities.

The philosophy of the Cosmos Speakers emphasizes becoming one with the environment and understanding the physical universe. Where Jedi seek to become one with the , and Sith seek to dominate it, the Cosmos Speakers seek to become one with the more physical aspects of the universe (such as planets, stars, etc.). Due to this approach the abilities of the Speakers tends to be heavily reliant on either their nearby environment (like the ground), or celestial objects (such as stars) with a strong connection to the . They often use aspects of the environment as conduits for their abilities which means their  powers manifest with the use or creation of physical objects or substances. However, how the Speakers utilize the  means that their abilities tend to be heavily reliant on how strongly attuned to the  the place, planet, or moon, as well as nearby celestial objects. The farther away a Speaker is from a locus of the  the weaker their abilities and connection to the  tend to be. While true masters and prodigies can tap into the  present in any area, the average Speaker may straight up be incapable of connecting to the  in certain areas. Those who can use their  powers with few restrictions often describe doing so as having “internalized” an environment within them. It’s like having an inner world. The way Speakers often use the force often also relies on movement that resembles martial arts, but this is not true for everyone.

Due to the nature of how they work with the , they often make homes or temples on planets or places with a strong connection to the  (think places like Dagobah). Whether the environment in question is connected to the Dark or Light sides matters not to them as they have a holistic view of the  and view it more like an ecosystem that balances each other out. The Dark Side isn’t any more evil than a predator like a lion is. The Cosmos Speakers also generally believe that everyone can become a  sensitive or wield  abilities if they can find the right environment.

The Cosmos Speakers have different branches, some live a sedentary lifestyle while others are nomads. They are also famous for having map makers and a good sense of direction via the . They get their name from the idea that they are “speaking with” or communicating with the environment.

The  abilities of the Speakers tends to be broken up into 3 main schools based on what they are connecting to. The major schools are Solar, Lunar and Terrestrial. While their abilities may seem mystical, from the perspective of the Speakers they are merely coaxing the  to enhance existing aspects of the environment. For example, they can create gusts of wind but they only do so by using the  to boost existing currents.

The Solar school involves connecting from nearby suns / stars. Typically, the  abilities of this school focus on enhancing aspects of the sun, such as light, heat and even it’s gravity or ability to give live. This means the school can involve anything from producing devastating blasts of fire by channeling the heat of a sun, to producing dazzling arrays of light by enhancing the light the sun provides the planet, to even healing others with the life giving properties of the sun.

The Terrestial school involves drawing power from the planet, or moon, that the Speaker is on. This category is further broken down into notable subschools based on parts of a planet, and what schools are stronger or weaker depends on the make up of the planet.

Hydros- This school focuses on connecting to a planet’s / moon’s hydrosphere (the parts made of water). Abilities in this category include being able to summon ferocious water currents in even the smallest pools of water to splash or blast a target, spreading ice by increasing the rate at which it freezes things around it, collecting water from the air, forming mist or steam, etc.

Lithos- This school focuses on connection to a planet’s / moon’s lithosphere (the earthen parts of it). One can tap into seismic activity to creat earthquakes, lava, or reshape the earth, etc.. Some often use this school to forge weapons connected to the force and it can be used to increase the toughness of various materials. They can also enhance the magnetism of magnetic substances.

Bios- This school focus on connecting the biosphere (living parts) of a planet / moon. One can increase the rate at which plants and animals alike in order to heal or even empower them. One can shape plants by guiding the way in which they grow, and if one combines this with the ability to accelerate growth they can use plants as an extension of their own body. Being able to commune with animals or plants is also often a common ability. It is also possible to make organic matter quickly rot and decay by coaxing the various bacteria that creates connected to such processes.

Atmos- This school focuses on connecting to the atmosphere (gaseous parts) of a planet / moon. Some abilities remain consistent, such as the ability to ambify the strength of wind or breath, while other abilities need certain weather conditions. For example, during a thunderstorm one might be able to fire blasts of lightning by taking advantage of the increased charge in the environment and when it rains someone might be able to gather water from the air or raindrops. Snow or hail may allow someone to freeze things in place with wind or breath and some can slow their descent by increasing how air pushes against their body in a certain way.

The Terrestrial schools aren’t completely independent from each other and coan overlap a lot. Where one school begins and another ends can become vague and some abilities are present in all schools.

The Lunar school is probably the one that has the most debate around it, with some arguing that it should be combined with the Terrestrial school. It involves drawing power from nearby orbiting bodies, which are most often moons but can include planets. Typically, this means speaking to the gravitational pull of said body on the planet, the light reflected off of it, or the shadow cast on it. This allows a practitioner to do things like influence the pull of gravity on things like the tide, influence light, or cloak areas in shadow. This schools abilities are often tied to the state of the orbiting body. For example, during a fill moon one might not be able to use abilities revolving around shadow or darkness but during any other phase they can. A common ability in this school is the ability to seemingly lower gravity’s on a given target or area. In actuality, what is happening is that the Speaker is enhancing the pull of an orbiting body’s gravity in contrast to the pull of whatever the ground is.

Kyber crystals are very important to the Speakers for while they don’t all tend to use lightsabers they are known to increase their connection to the force. Likewise, they can use their abilities to increase a kyber crystal’s force related traits. Since kybers are living crystals many also often speak to them and seek guidance from them. Some Speakers bury their dead near kyder crystals so that they can join the gemstones. Piercings or jewelry containing kyber crystals are very common.

Speakers sometimes use weapons, but rarely use lightsabers.

 Force Forgers

The Force Forgers are an order that prefers to channel and connect to the force via objects. They often use the force when creating objects in order to create force sensitive, be it blessed or cursed, items. These can range from weapons with abilities that can decimate foes, to incredible pieces of defense, to objects to help with navigation, and even simple games. Most people know them for their ability to make powerful weapons connected to the force, be it blasters or lightsabers. They often incorporate kyber crystals into the buildings and objects they make to increase their connection to the force.

When a Force Forger dies they usually have their soul bound to an object so they can persist as a ghost. This strengthens the objects force abilities and also allows the person in question to guide with and communicate with other people. Sometimes they can even impart long lost or rare techniques. The Forgers see their way as an art form and their constructs are often beautiful and ornate.

While factions like the Jedi see binding one’s soul as a Dark Side ability that doesn’t stop some Jedi from using top of the line lightsabers made by the Forgers.

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Say all your psychonauts 2 thoughtS

All of them huh? I think about this game so much, I’d be here all day, but this certainly gives me a good excuse to ramble about some things I love about pn2. :D

- The characters are amazing! 10/10 I care about pretty much all of those freaks. The art style makes them all look so charming in a lopsided weird sort of way, and the game is so empathetic to everyone that even the characters we don’t get much of or who serve a limited purpose still feel well rounded and real.

- Raz is excellent. He’s loads of fun in the first game and continues to be a blast in the second. He’s even more adorable and earnest in the sequel and I love that for him!! He’s definitely one of my favorite characters of all time, I adore him.

- Adoring the characters goes for everyone though. And pn2 has a whole new cast of characters who are all super fun in their own ways. The Psychic 7 especially are super cool. My biggest soft spot is for Lucy, but I love Bob, Ford, and well, the rest of the seven really, a whole lot. Getting to meet the Aquatos is also awesome, and the interns are cool too. Lotsa cool groups of characters to enjoy.

- The story? Awesome. Feels grander than pn1 to be honest, and I like that, but also it’s completely great on its own. It’s got loads of mind shenanigans, drama, great mental health commentary, and manages to balance out all the trauma with enough healing and empathy and even a bit of humor that it all still feels nice and hopeful despite everything. Like yeah there’s a lot of angst material certainly, and as a fan I gotta love that, buuuut sometimes I need a piece of media to punch me in the gut and then give me a warm hug afterward.

- On the note of mental health stuff, I feel it did great. It’s noticeable that they talked to experts and people with personal experience. They were able to convey the mindscapes of certain traumas and mental health issues with more accuracy. The first game was certainly empathetic and kind in regards to that, which was a big deal at the time, buuuut the accuracy was a bit lacking back then. Pn1 shows it’s age a bit in that regard. Pn2 improves on that wonderfully with both kind and more researched explorations into the mind.

-The morals regarding the complexity of the human mind and the messiness of humanity and how we often make mistakes and have more to us under the surface… heroes are often flawed, villains may just be a version of a person we made up in our mind based off of our limited perceptions… aughh good stuff. There are so many good takeaways from psychonauts 2 and I love it!

- Also on a more personal note, I probably owe this game my fascination with psychic powers and psychics in fiction. It’s tangentially what got me into Mob Psycho 100, and has inspired me to make some psychic ocs. The art direction really impacted me and even the way I draw. My style has opened up so much more since practicing drawing such funky looking characters. I genuinely think it has helped me improve a lot and helped me discover more about what kinds of art style I adore and inspired my own. The gameplay too, alongside the art direction, has impacted my aspirations a lot as far as being an artist and hopefully to work in game design— which is to say it’s super inspiring! I think it can inspire people in a myriad of ways, it’s a very unique game like that, and it really reminds me why I love art, storytelling, and games so much. I genuinely feel I owe it a lot for a variety of reasons and I’ve seen many others who play it feel the same. :)

TLDR: Psychonauts 2 my beloved…

Thanks for the ask! I will never not want to talk about psychonauts, this game is sticking in my brain for good.