#but strato is more fun

[identityquest]

What is the strato.txt tag for?

It's my catch-all tag for posts that are unrelated to art. It was originally just for text posts (.txt is the extension for text files), but I never got around to making strato.png (images) or strato.mp4 (videos) or anything else... It's also a cleanup tag, stuff that's supposed to be temporary gets shunted there so I can find and delete it later

[alienglowgarden]

Amidst all the ZA\UM news, I am once more reminded how terribly I wish IWATEX was a disco elysium styled cerebral weirdo alien communist game full of zany characters and like, x3 times the writing. THERES SO MUCH SPACE THAT COULD STILL BE FILLED.....

[peachyfnaf]

uhh images are off in ya askbox so i gotta hand it to ya here but either way here you go @crumpet-doodles :D big fan o their color pallets

uhh the lore as to why they're posed like that is that atmos was talking to stratos but then stratos heard smtn that caught their attention okayy byeee

[coelacurse]

Some doodles from last night! I decided Ichor gets to have a cute lil moment with the trident but that’s some pocket info for now heh.

Stratos however, I thought it could be fun to explain her a bit! They’re the Soul (obvi lmao) but tend to take her role as a Soul more as an act or a performance. Criticisms or complaints? They can exist and she will happily accept them but may not listen to them if they don’t allign with his ideals. Also 100% drinks blueberry redbull from a wineglass and acts like it’s super classy of her. (It isn’t LOL)

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Les aspirations les plus absurdes et les plus téméraires ont parfois conduit à des succès extraordinaires.

- Vauvenargues

St. Moritz has been a famous health resort in Engadine since the 19th century. At first, it was only frequented by spa guests, before the village developed into a high alpine sports centre, and for a time it was a playground for the rich and famous. There’s still some of that element present but not as in its hey day of the 70s. For nine months of the year it’s just another picturesque village in the gorgeous Swiss Alps, with Lake St. Moritz lying at its heart.

Crucially it is quietly forgotten by the outside world. Residents can breathe and go about their daily chilled out lives. For those precious nine months it was great to hike and ski there as my boarding school wasn’t too far away from getting there. But the other four months of the year, the high season, it gets flood with skiers and altogether more showy crowd.

The frozen surface of the lake, which can only be described as a desert of snow, now serves as a symbol of the resort itself. From nine months of natural bliss to four months of chaos and madness. Every time the ice lends its surface to polo tournaments, horse races, and the wealthy and beautiful make the pilgrimage down the mountains from their grand hotels, St. Moritz seems to transform. St. Moritz’s newest ‘gimmick’ for the past three years or so has been to serve the International Concours of Elegance St. Moritz - or The ICE St. Moritz - as a kind of classic car museum with an adventurous character.

Since the first ever The ICE St. Moritz in 2019, historic rally cars have been exhibited to the sports car-crazy public on the opening day, before demonstrating their horsepower on the ice racetrack on the second day of the event. However, the fact that The ICE is taking place on Lake St. Moritz, of all places, is no coincidence. In 1985, a group of Scottish and British sportsmen drove their vintage Bentleys to St. Moritz to celebrate the centenary of the Cresta Run (an eccentric and high spirited toboggan amateur race). As part of the festivities, they drove their cars on the racecourse across the frozen Lake St. Moritz.

This year, however, the ICE St. Moritz evolved slightly differently. For the first time, the event was held on two days: Friday 24 and Saturday 25 February. On the first day, the lake was transformed into an open-air museum, where the jury evaluated the cars on display from an aesthetic perspective. Then, on the second day, the actual race took place, whereupon the jury evaluated the classic cars from a performance perspective.

This year there were five category winners. In the ‘Open Wheels’ category, the 1958 Maserati 420M/58 “Eldorado” held its own. Meanwhile, the ‘Barchettas on the Lake’ category crowned the Ferrari 500 Mondial Series II from 1955 as the winner. My personal favourite, the aforementioned Ferrari 250 Testarossa ‘Lucybelle’ emerged as the winner in the ‘Le Mans 100’ category. As expected, Lancia Strato’s HF Zero of 1970 came out on top in the ‘Concept Cars & One Offs’ category. Last but not least, judges crowned the 1958 Bentley S1 Continental Drophead Coupé as the winner of the ‘Queens on Wheels’ category.

The evening gala took place at Badrutts Palace, which towers over the city like a castle with its high stone walls. In the stimulating semi-darkness and under shimmering candlelight, riders, collectors, enthusiasts, the public and media from all over the world celebrated the conclusion of one of the most anticipated competitions in the Engadine. Overall it’s spectacular fun and contrary to what one might believe it really does draw the car enthusiast crowd rather than the snob mob. It’s a very chilled event and bags of fun.

[ell-arts]

All credit goes to @butterpuffed for the template!! I love how you've drawn each of the characters! :D

I'm using two of my known oc's for this, Rosie and Cevian. A rundown;

Aside from Pac and Spiral, Cevian has never actually met any of these characters since he goes to a different boarding school, but Cyli often shares her adventures with him and talks about them all the time. He's formed his opinion on them based on her word. He's a gentle soul, quieter and a bit more down-to-earth than Cyli, and it's actually quite rare for him to hate anyone outright. He DOES wish that he could meet Skeebo one day though. He just wants to talk. Definitely not bringing along a shovel and a body bag either.

Since Rosie is a full-time nurse, the majority of the cast are strangers to her, except for Sir C. He's a very old friend of hers. They both went to the same university, they just studied under different degrees. She likes the main trio for the work they're doing to protect Pacworld, though she's only ever seen them on TV. She has a neutral opinion on Stratos - she appreciates the good he's done as president, but she's also not afraid to voice concerns on what he could do better as president. She dislikes Betrayus for what he's doing to Pacworld, but she's also a bit curious about him - they both share the same skin condition where their skin lacks pigment (partial albinism), and he's the first case she's ever seen who has black rings around his eyes instead of pink or red. Usually, partial albinism causes a person's skin to be white, and the red blood underneath causes the skin to appear pink around thin areas like the eyes.

And just for fun; this is how Cevian looks with his glasses on. He has the same prescription as his sister, but he prefers wearing contacts over glasses. Cyli always jokes that he looks like a professor whenever he has them on.

[hmshermitcraft]

(Weekly theme!)

Joel hasn't told anyone about his godly status, the hermits don't really need to know, there's a reason he left the pantheon so long ago. The gods saw mortals as playthings and toys, not real people, joel was the same until he became entangled in the town of Stratos and the people there...

Now he pretends he never was a god, hidden away, he's safe here.

Or he thought, until his old pantheon comes knocking, looking for the god of storms on e more.

(An up to all of this, of course, is that joel can hang out in his huge godly form now. the hermits like to hitch a ride or sleep on him while he lounges. )

How they got around Joel's old pantheon wanting him back? The hermits pretended they were a pantheon. A feat that, to most people, would sound utterly mad. But these are the hermits. Some of the things they do for fun easily rivals a god's power.

Joel is lucky to have such cool mortals at his back.

[theconstellationprincess]

Half finished Drabble about Pixlriffs and Joel from empires s2 ( @froggymarsh )

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It’s not fair, and he knows it’s not fair, but it’s not like he can do much to change his situation. Winchester coos softly, nudging at him with his wings, but Pix moves away, leaning back against one of the froglight trees until his back aches.

It wasn’t their fault, and he knows it wasn’t their fault, but it’s not like he can change how he feels. He has long since run out of tears, but that doesn’t stop the sobs from coming out, dry and painful. Winchester nudges him again, and this time Pix allows him too, latching onto the oversized bird and crying into the soft feathers of his chest.

He was being dramatic, there was no question about it. Hardly anything had happened, just a few careless comments made by the emperors that reminded him of his place here. Below them. Unimportant to any of them- and didn’t that hurt? To be reminded that for all their kind words, the fun moments, the adventures, that none of the truly saw Pix as anything more than a commoner? That he was deemed below them, impossible to a consider a friend due to his status?

Every moment of the meeting they’d had that morning felt like it was driving a dagger deeper and deeper into his heart. He had been excited to share the fact that his restoration efforts were going well, that the crypt had been deeper than expected and he had learned much of the old empire, but he hadn’t even been given a chance to talk in the meeting, and every time he tried to give feedback on the current topic, he was ignored. Talked down too.

Tensions were high, he supposed, but that doesn’t make it easier to deal with the fact that halfway through the meeting, Joel snapped that perhaps the rest of the meeting should be between the true emperors. Pix had hardly made it out of the room before the tears started, and they haven’t stopped since.

Joel was his friend. He was! Stratos was not so far from his little set up, and he had visited many times, Joel had- Pix lets out another sob and clings harder to Winchester. Joel had been the first one Pix had regressed around, the one who told him what it was, and now Pix was questioning that whole relationship.

He must be being dramatic. Catastrophising. It still hurt.

“Pixlriffs?” Joels voice was quiet, for once, but that didn’t stop Pix from jumping up. He quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, though judging by Joel expression, it didn’t help much. “I uh, wanted to apologize. For the meeting.”

Pix nods, waving off the apology easily. He fears that if he opens his mouth he’ll start crying again. Joel stares at him, eyes narrowing gradually the longer the silence lasts. “… it’s fine.” Pix mumbles, wincing at the hoarseness of his voice.

[deityoftherain]

my favorite color is triangle - ESMP2 Flower Husbands Fanfic

Rating: Teen

Relationship: M/M

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 2,007

Summary: Jimmy is angry and annoyed at everyone teasing and disrespecting him. All their comments get under his skin, but no one gets to him or makes him feel a certain kind of way quite like Scott does...

Full fanfic underneath the cut! Please reblog, leave kudos on the AO3 fic slash notes/likes here on Tumblr, comment either place, and etc if you enjoy the story :D

Jimmy was a respectable sheriff, he really was! He upheld the law, he had Deputy Norman, he kept Tumble Town in good shape, and he had a shiny golden badge, for fuck’s sake! What else does a good sheriff need? Jimmy was perfectly respectable, doing all the right things, but the other emperors refused to treat him as they should. They treated him like a joke, a failure, a laughing stock. He wasn’t supposed to be someone they could bother for some free entertainment! He didn’t want that!

Fwhip, a once trusted deputy, liked to tease him and mess with him about as much as that egotistical, narcissist, patron god of Stratos, Joel. The witch residing in the Mangrove (“Great Witch Shelby”, or whatever she called herself) seemed to mock him at times, though he wasn’t sure if she meant it. Scott would- oh, Scott would truly get under his skin in a way no other person managed to.

Jimmy knew he was prone to getting annoyed and angry quite easily. His face would get so red that it would spread to his ears and neck. He would yell, and scream, and lose his cool so often that drinking tea and honey in the evenings became necessary to maintain his voice the next day. Alas, this was his normal and he had come to terms with it. Mostly. He still hated how they would treat him, though.

But Scott, oh Scott- Even thinking his name made his blood boil! That man did something to him that he couldn’t quite recognize. Scott would put him on edge, making his heart race with his stupidly charming smile and I-can-do-no-wrong fluttering eyelashes. The casual touches and over-the-top flirting flustered him, making him stammer instead of scream. 

Ugh, it made Jimmy angry just thinking about it! Jimmy wished he could maintain enough control one of these days to turn the tables around on Scott and make him feel the same sort of things that Scott sparked in Jimmy.

The current moment was not proving itself to be one of those times for Jimmy found himself stomping away from the group that had made the journey to Tumble Town. Fwhip, Joel, and Scott had all come to pay him a visit for some reason and, as anyone could have predicted, they pissed him off and left him fuming. Jimmy couldn’t handle their insults and jabs anymore, so he told them to get the fuck out of his empire and stormed off. Fwhip and Joel laughed loudly, of course, not taking his threats seriously and finding him as amusing as ever, but Scott followed after him.

“Hold your horses, Sheriff!” Scott called Jimmy’s title in a way that was mildly joking but still somewhat serious. Jimmy detected the faintest speck of respect in the title, but Jimmy knew better than to believe that to be true. He’s been burned too many times trying to place trust in the other emperors. It just wasn’t in the cards for him.

“Go away, Scott,” Jimmy ordered, not turning back to look at the sticky-fingered thief.

“I didn’t mean any disrespect to you, Jimmy.” Scott made long strides to catch up with Jimmy, soon making his way to his side. A hand placed itself on his shoulder, light enough for Jimmy to pull out of it if he wanted. Jimmy didn’t move, however, stopping in his tracks and allowing the contact. “Not in that way, anyway. There are much more fun ways to ruin you.”

He bit his tongue, ignoring Scott’s flirty comment. Jimmy wanted to snap at him, telling him to take his disingenuous comments elsewhere, but he didn't. Instead, Jimmy turned to him, crossing his arms with a frown. “You have a funny way of showing your supposed respect. Last I checked, most people don’t taunt and deride people they respect, so you’re doing a rather poor job.” “I’ve been told that I’m good at riding people, actually.” Scott made the innuendo near instantly, almost like the comment left his mouth before he had time to think about the words. “Most people must be doing it wrong, because I know I could show you so much respect~”

Jimmy scoffed, wrinkling his nose as he understood what Scott had pulled from his words. He couldn’t have that, so he corrected him. “Deride, Scott. As in ridicule.” “That’s a fancy word coming from you, Sheriff.” Scott let a teasing smirk grow on his lips as his eyes wandered his body. “I wonder what other words you know? Could you teach me? I’m very good at following instructions.” “Read a dictionary.” Jimmy rolled his eyes before spinning on his heel to leave. This wasn’t worth his time and he didn’t like how his mind was wandering off to fantasize things he shouldn’t. Scott was just mocking him again; he didn’t want to just stand there and let it happen.

“Aw, don’t leave!” A small whine came from Scott as he stayed at Jimmy’s heel. Scott’s long, nimble fingers curled around Jimmy’s wrist, bringing him to a stop once more. Jimmy turned to face him, wanting to tell him off, but his anger died before it left his throat. Despite Joel’s on-going joke of Jimmy being a toy, Jimmy was quite tall. He wasn’t taller than an eleven foot god, but he was a few inches taller than Scott and much taller than goblins such as Fwhip. 

All of this meant that Jimmy was staring down at Scott at just the right angle to fully appreciate the way he looked at him. Scott’s lips were jutted out into a pout as he peered up at him through his eyelashes in a way far too attractive to be fair. “Come on, Sheriff. You can’t tell me you don’t enjoy our talks.”

Jimmy’s muscles tensed and he knew his face was red, but that fact was far back in the depths of his mind. His heartbeat quickened as his eyes wandered over Scott’s body. His fedora was positioned over the crown of his head, allowing his fluffy blue hair to still be on display. He had done his makeup that day to complement his heterochromic eyes, one eye blue and the other a shining yellow. Further down, he was wearing one of his many colorful coats, but the base clothing underneath was simple and monochrome. All in all, he dressed well, but Jimmy wasn’t only paying attention to his clothes.

“I don’t,” Jimmy lied and he could tell that Scott saw right through him.

They weren’t very far from each other, so within a single step, Scott’s chest was near his own. Scott ran his pointer finger from Jimmy’s collarbone up to his chin. The movement urged it up slightly, but Scott bent his pointer finger so his thumb could move closer and brush against Jimmy’s bottom lip. Jimmy didn’t move on his own accord as Scott curled his lip down with his thumb, guiding his head to tilt to meet his gaze at a more direct angle. Jimmy swallowed harder than he would like to admit. Damn Scott and how he made him feel.

“Based on the way you undress me with your eyes, I sincerely doubt that.” Scott fluttered his eyelashes in a way he knew Jimmy liked more than he was willing to admit.

“Smajor-“ Jimmy started as he turned his head to remove himself from Scott’s hold. He was a sheriff, for fuck’s sake! He couldn’t give into the whims of a glamorized thief, no matter how much flowery language he used to describe what his profession was.

To Jimmy’s surprise, Scott took the conversation in a different direction. “Would you like to play 20 questions? You know, to get to know each other better?” 

Jimmy eyed him suspiciously, not sure what the reason was for the sudden change. “…sure.”

“You go first.” Scott smiled far too innocently for Jimmy to plausibly believe.

Still, Jimmy indulged him with a sigh. “Uh, what’s your favorite color?” 

“Triangle,” Scott answered far too quickly for him to have actually processed the question Jimmy had asked. Jimmy blinked and, before he eyelids completed the motion. Scott had pushed JImmy up against a wall. Their chests were practically touching, their legs came into contact in certain areas, and Scott’s hand was against the wall by Jimmy’s head. “Do you like men?” 

Jimmy stammered unintelligently, caught off guard by the sudden intimate proximity. His eyes went wide before he averted them to the side to avoid his piercing multicolored gaze. “I- I don’t understand how that is re-relevant to my-”

“It’s a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question, Jimmy.” Scott tilted his head, his amusement clear by his tone. Void, the way Scott said his name did something to him. “You don’t have to tell me, but if we’re going to continue playing this cat and mouse game, I would like to know if I actually have a chance.”

Jimmy’s breath caught in his throat, absolutely starstruck by the implications of Scott’s words. Was Scott genuinely interested in him? In a romantic sense? It took Jimmy a moment to recover, but, when he did, he forced himself to calm as much as he could considering he was pinned against a wall by a very handsome man. “The fake flirting is one thing, Scott, but I-”

“Who said the flirting was fake?” Scott raised an eyebrow at him, his left hand running against his side until it could trace a pattern on Jimmy’s hip. “You know, whenever I asked about the handcuffs, I meant it. It’s a shame you don’t carry them around-” Before Jimmy fully processed his own movements, he had switched his and Scott’s positions around so he was the one pining Scott against the wall. Scott's lips parted, but he had otherwise stopped his line of thought, and Jimmy was close enough that he could feel the warm air he breathed out against his face. Scott cleared his throat, glancing away for only a moment before returning to making eye contact. “Not that I mind the change in dynamic, but-?”

“You talk too much, you know that?” Jimmy murmured, flicking his stare to Scott’s lips then to his eyes a few times as if silently asking for permission to kiss him.

“Shut me up then,” Scott replied only using what was already in his lungs, his words coming out all airy and breathless. Scott’s cheeks were redder than he usually allowed, not used to being on the receiving end of the flirting. Honestly, it was a sight Jimmy wouldn’t mind becoming familiar with.

Jimmy didn’t need to be given permission twice before he did anything, so he leaned in and closed the remaining gap between them. His lips slotted in between Scott’s perfectly, both eagerly engaging enthusiastically after wanting for each other for so long. Jimmy had never wanted to admit the stray thoughts that plagued his mind before, but, at this moment, they didn’t feel as much like a curse as they once did.

Scott’s hands snaked under his shirt, his skin cool against Jimmy’s naturally warm body. Jimmy moaned into Scott’s mouth as he let his fingers wander to Scott’s hair, pulling on the strands with enough force to send a tingling sensation down Scott’s spine. A small gasp from Scott briefly broke their kiss, but they went right back to it not even a second after.

Unfortunately, all enjoyable things couldn’t last forever and their extended kiss found its end. Their chests heaved heavily as they caught their breath, neither commenting on anything for a good while as they simply stared into the depths of each other's eyes.

“Damn.” A lopsided grin found its way on Jimmy’s face, but he didn’t bother trying to hide it. “You’re a good kisser.” “Thanks.” Scott removed both of their hats from their heads, promptly swapping them. He flicked the rim of Jimmy’s sheriff hat to knock it up, making it easier for Jimmy to see Scott’s face. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

[therobotmonster]

My Turtles of Grayskull 'Druthers

Okay, since the line is apparently not a limited-concept run but is going to instead run till the doors fall off, I'm gonna lay out my hopes and dreams for sweet-as-heck dumb conceptual mashups.

Lets stick some silly chocolate and some stupid-fun peanut butter together and make a decent candy and an awesome cereal.

I might be hungry.

Anyhow, lets make some monsters!

Ace Duck

I love the Tales of the Gold Monkey-inspired pilot Ace Duck more than the next guy, but this is MOTU we're dealin' with, we need ARCHIE Ace Duck.

He's literally born to be here. Basic body, skeletor feet, reuse the April O'Neil wings, little red thong or trunks (from the wrasslin' line), plus he can get stratos's little arm wings, and an alt head with the Stratos Mask on (evoking a lucha dore mask).

Ty-Gor - NInjor / Tigerclaw (but green!)

Ninjor gets mutated with Eternian Tiger DNA to become Ty-Gor.

Not limiting myself to the Fred Wolf era here. Basically its Ninjor with a Tigerclaw head (masked and two-eyed, unmasked and eyepatched), only with the green with orange stripes eternian tiger coloration. He gets a terror-claws skeletor claw, an eternian six-shooter (later usable for Rio-Blast) and the beastliest feet they can muster.

Mutant Evil-Lyn

Seeking to empower herself with this new "mutation" magic, Evil-Lyn made a potion of mutagen and Mantisaur venom. Ironically not her worst scheme.

Mantenna pelvis with new insect legs, Evil-Lyn torso with humanoid and mantisaur-mutant heads (still wearing her tiara as a mantisaur), slip-over mantis-claw weapons.

Kurai-Khan

I mean, it's not like she hasn't been here before. Lore establishes the Eternian magic gives her full control over her snake-form, and the ability to command the snake men... save for the Ratsnake King.

Deluxe figure, reusing a LOT of Lady Slither, But using Stephanie McMahon legs and torso, some new snake-gauntlets and a swappable set of heads. Snake-head has the spit-fx feature from Kobra Khan, flared cobra hood. And a katana, obviously.

General Pig-Iron - Pig-Head / General Traag (By way of Rokkon)

Krang's mutagenic experiments continue, this time he combines Sun-Man's Pig-Head and the Rock-Soldiers' DNA to make one stone-tough pigheaded warmonger.

The sculpt is mostly Rokkon, with a new stony pighead-face and more Traag-y chest (with ammo bandolier to mimic Pig-Head, 'natch)

The Ratsnake King - Rat King / King Hiss

Disappointed by the Rat-King's failures, Skeletor fuses him with the shed skin of King Hiss via sorcery and good old fashioned mutagen. The new horror can command serpents that were beyond even King Hiss's reach.

Ratsnake King uses the King hiss snake parts, with a new head & chest armor built on a mummy-esq reinterpretation of Rat King, snake-y crossbow and staff. Give him the Reptilax tail so he's a little snakey even in his 'human' form, he's a mutant, after all.

Mutagen-Man-E-Faces

This idea is from @skeletor-enjoyer who posted it in the replies to my previous glow-up post on this dumb-as-heck (affectionate) line.

This one's easy. New torso that allows for the Man-E-faces gimmick and a clear torso that can hold a gooey guts insert. Human face looks like nonmutant Seymour Gutz, Robot face replaced with foot-soldier (toonstyle) face, monster face is a hybrid MM/MEF monster face.

New limbs that will later be reused for Slushhead. Multiple replacement hands/limbs (clawful hand, etc) to simulate mutation/shapeshifting powers.

Foot 'Sploders - Foot soldiers / Blast-Attack

Krang: You know what Skeletoooorrruup? I like the iDEa of robots that are SUPPOSED to exPLooowwddee! Why can't YOU be this kind of go-getter Saaaaakiiii?

Shredder: You always undermine me in front of the crossover villains!

Skeletor: Don't stop on my account! I haven't had this much fun since Grizzlor fell into the slime pit! NYAH!

Excuse to make a somewhat functional Blast-Attack chest. Foot Soldier head with cartoon bomb in place of the foot symbol, long forearm sculpt (useful for 200X Beast Man) with arm-shield accessories. Tons of weapons. Legs from various wrasslers' with pants/boots.

Doctor Orkocutt the Fugilock

Orko uses his magic to fix the Fugitoid, but the spell goes awry, merging them into a single magi-technical absentminded genius. They work better this way, but trouble is bound to follow.

Orko Body, with premolds for a Netflix Orko in Classicverse arms, and a new fugiod-in-a-wizard-hat-head, with many many exchangeable hands.

Mutant Buzz-Off - Buzz-off/Killer Bee

A partially-translucent mutant like He-Man and the other corrupted hero mutants, only Buzz-Off is... kinda wild... wild enough I had to photoshop, albeit in a Q&D...

The basic idea is mutant Buzz-Off uses Mantenna's legs, Mosquitor's torso, a new head that's still compatible with the Mosquitor-grabber, Buzz-Off's left arm, Clawful's right, alt head of grimacing half-killer-bee Buzz_off. The goo is green or purple instead of red, for a mutagen-feature.

If compatible with the Mantenna legs, using the Buzz-Off feet is preferable, the same with the Skeleton Warrior arm and the left arm.

Bionaceraton - Triceraton / Bionatops

Ancient power arises as a Preternian ancestor to the Triceratons is awakened.

I mean, once again we pull out the Andre the Giant mold, this time giving it a tail and a Triceraton head, and slightly remolded chest armor. Garnish with sci-fi guns, put out in a handsome green colorscheme.

Mutant She-Ra - She-Ra / Swiftwind

Having last been in contact with Swiftwind before exposure to the mutagen, She-Ra's becomes an uncontrollable mutant Pegasus.

Am I suggesting they put a Unicorn head and Sorceress Wings on She-Ra, possibly with new 'buff gal' limbs that would make a Netflix-inspired Scorpia Possible? Yes. Yes I am. She's got a unicorn-horn spear weapon and is filled with a horselike rage.

Optikk

Look, its the TMNT crossover. You are required to have at least one of the New Adventures Mutants there, and Optikk is the most on-brand for the concept.

You can make him out of mostly Roboto Parts with a new armor piece for the collar and a new eyeball-head. Or just make the collar lock onto the head joint and have a free-spinning eye.

Mona Lis-Ra - Mona Lisa / She-Ra

Someone has to use the power sword while She-Ra's a nightmare mutant abomination!

It's pretty straightforward, She-Ra torso and upper arms/legs, new finned female lower arms and legs, new tailed female pelvis, new head. She-Ra's gear plus some extras to be shape-shifted forms for the sword.

Savanti Romeo and Renet

They're just there They're already designed for this world. To justify it, they have... uh... Savante has the dragon blast dragon that was used with Ricky the Steamboat Dragon, and Renet has... uh.. the time staff thing Gwildor used. Yeah, that's the ticket!

Bonus Round: Obligatory A-Character Variants:

TechnoWizard Dontatello - Backdoor Donatello #1 figure.

Anti-Eternia Raphael - Archie Comics fans know why.

Mutant Teela - She's a snake, again! This time give her a real snake head and a tail guys.

Mutant Skeletor - Goat Skull head, goat legs.

That's it for now, but even though many of these are a stretch, I'm sure it demonstrates the blood isn't nearly squeezed from this stone.

[the-mcyt-crackships-brackets]

You know it, We know it, in the end there can only be one, and it is hereby decreted that the newest and only crackship ever is...

JOELBEANS!

Yeah, we could have seen this one coming from an overworld a way, but its win still hits us like a car, or a comet maybe! But who else could match his freak but himself, be honest. that man is the only being capable to have an homoerotic relationship between himself, and himself (editing), even the creators agree, look at guess the build, they made fanart of joelbeans there! In a thousand words or in just one, this ship could have just been called "egomania" and we'd all still get it, joel's head is so big, of course he'd want to have some of it!

But, what are winners without runner-ups?

IN SECOND PLACE WE SEE...

THE PANTHEON QPR!

Hell yeah! i cannot express how i personally am so happy it got this far, while the idea itself wasn't mine, i did change it with the help of the other admins. what is better but a platonic polycule between 10 gods from 10 different servers? Joelbeans apparently. So some presentations are probably needed, and the pantheon is always open to new deifications! In first, standing at her 10 feet tall, it's lizzie, the godess of the ocean herself; At her right lay in all her ratjesty folly, spreading life across worlds in the form of her folly trees; Next up is saint pearl, santa perla, godess of moon and the light it brings; Of course, even the darkest places can see light, and that's something kristin, the godess of death, can tell you a lot about; After this line-up, you could be led to think all gods are mature and wise, and here come joel, ruler of stratos and god of thunder, it is said that when his cheeks clap, lighting strikes... Well, to a slightly serious note, even if the wisdom is still far, here is lifestealowner, the fading, discreet god of warriors and fighters, who leads armies in battle, no matter the side. We talked about the saint pearl, godess of the moon, so what about bdubs, god of the sun and the day, bringing his light to the world every time he sleeps. After the more *benevolent* gods, time to get to the more controversial ones, Jschlatt, god of hubris, making sure every icarus will see their downfall, so if the deal ever seems to good to be true, it probably is, never sign a contract with a god, never take Jschlatt's apple. Next is Grian, the watcher, God of fate, more of a silent observer than anything, watching the strings of life twists and pull. And finaly, on the more active side, and less mature one too, is evbo, the god of parkour and all things challenging, because what is life without a little competition?

Well well well, that sure is a nice selection we got here, but does it hold up to previous winners?

Sligthly more from the admins:

Admin 1 here, still loyal to this dumb idea since the start, and it actually costed me more than anything... how many of my own crations have rebelled and are now living rent-free in my mind? only i can know, but at least i can inflict the same on you lot!

I'll never regret this blog, firstly because every time it's so fun and filled with great ideas, but also because i met a bunch of peoples through here, the obvious like other admins and admins on other blogs (looking at you @mcyt-builds-contest, can't wait for the fic ;D), but also the regulars, (looking at you fwhilza analyst, i'm manifesting them on the realm smp so hard rn)

All in all, it's been fun, and i'll see you all next time for season 4! but before we get to that, let's get some sponsors! if you have any blog you want boosted that is even slightly related/inspired by this one, let us know!

Admin 2 here! you may know me as the one who reblog stuff sometimes and is always way too late, you may also know me as the one who stole the account of a previous admin and is still using it!

Contrarly to admin 1, i ain't a big tumblr user, more of a tumblr lurker, so this whole brackets got really out of hands really quickly for me, it's already stressful to run a blog for fans when it gets kinda big, but it's even worst when a bunch of CCs start to interact with it, but alas, i discovered so many niche creators through the very non-neuronormative rant about our crackships (i'm one of y'all i can make this joke lul) and i can only say, man i love mcytblr

Admin 3 here! i'm the newest one so sorry if i don't have much to add, i'm trying my best😁! I still don't know how i got here, i wasn't even a big minecrafter and somehow got myself in this mess (/aff❤️) i won't make this a long block of text and will instead simply say:

I love you all 🫶💖 and remember to stay silly ✌️kekw

Also to keep you all entertained while we wait, we're bringing back bingo!

send us an ask with a crackship and you'll get the opinion of a random admin about it!

[orion-archives]

Evil Pacster full body reference!

I'm having too much fun writing this AU. I still need to fix some stuff but for now I'm leaving some important notes about it here:

Pacster isn't friends with Spiral or Cyllindria. This is because he is always in a bad mood and hates everything and everyone.

When Pac freed the ghosts by accident, Stratos send him alone to fight Betrayus. He later regreted this decision when Pacster didn't return (mf why did you send a child to fight your highly dangerous war criminal brother, huh????)

While he doesn't hate his aunt, Pac resents her due to Spheria hiding information and things about his parents and their past. This was an attempt of Spheria to protect her nephew, but ended up backfiring.

Spheria loves and cares about Pac and tried her best to raise him as best as she could, but for several reasons and problems, Spheria failed at many things that ended up affecting Pac.

Betrayus originally wanted to kill Pac when he captured him, but saw a chance to turn him into a ruthless soldier that would work for him, so he decided to let Pac live and take him under his protection/mentorship.

Pacster gives some of his power berries to Buttocks, so he can study and duplicate them. After some trial and error, the doctor finally succeeds in replicating the power berries and can mass produce them. This will be important later in the story.

Betrayus ordered Buttocks to create a breathing mask for Pacster so he could stay in the Netherworld without having to constantly eat power berries. Pac has a badge on his nose since it started to grow an injury due to having to wear the mask 24/7, only taking it off to eat or drink.

Betrayus answers all of Pac's questions about his parents and things about the past, but always twisting the truth in a way he isn't directly lying but skips "details" along the process, making him look in a better light in Pac's eyes while trashing everyone else's image in the process.

Pinky doesn't have a crush on Pac. The Ghost Gang are afraid of him and Pacster couldn't care less about them.

More art and info about the AU coming soon ;)

[dragonotaku-justineverything]

(DXD x Infinite Stratos)

Can I request hcs sfw & NSFW for Issei x Houki & Issei x Chifuyu?

Houki Shinonono

SFW

She gets issei a little more interested in kendo and even has him start practicing with her as something they can do together. She takes it easy on him at first, until he starts getting cocky or says something too perverted to her, then she happily shows him how new he still is to it

Issei in turn gets Houki more versed in things like video games and movies. She discovered that she likes those stupid comedy and action flicks where it absolutely won't win any awards, but will absolutely entertain you. She's also terrible at most video games, but always wants to try and get better so she can play with Issei and not drag him down or ruin his fun

NSFW

Their first time doing any kind of sexual fun, Houki usually asks Issei several times if she was doing things how he likes or if she was making him feel good, which he usually responded with an "Absolutely!" or more often a nonverbal, blissful garble of words and noises. The most memorable one was her asking Issei if her titjob was feeling good, and Issei responded with the only sound he could make, a gurgle of blissful sounding groans and cumming at that very moment

Issei loves praising Houki during sex. She doesn't have a praise kink, he just likes letting her know that she's making him feel amazing. Even when he's doing most of the effort, he'll still look at her and say how amazing she is and how good she feels... Houki sort of develops a praise kink because of this and blames Issei for it.

Chifuyu Orimura

SFW

She helps Issei become a better/more disciplined student at school, pushing him to stay on tasks and aim higher in his goals. He ends up getting the highest grades of his life after he starts seeing and being tutored by her.

Issei helps Chifuyu unwind more and not always be so serious. He knows she needs to be strict at her teaching job, but she’s not at work 24/7. She’s allowed to relax as well. He also starts trying to learn how to cook better for her so she’ll have less to do after a long day at work

NSFW

Chifuyu will be the one in charge when they fuck. She loves watching him try to top her, giving her everything he's got and then some. She always teases him whenever they're finished, asking him "Is that all?" or "Too much for you~?" even if they're both laying back, panting and exhausted

Issei loves fantasizing about Chifuyu in her usual business attire, but nothing will ever beat how she looked the day she wore a maid outfit for him and let him tell her what to do~! It was only for an hour, but having her bend over any piece of furniture to rail her on was wonderful karma in Issei's eyes.

[moeruyami]

So I have a small headcanon about Tumble town.

I imagine it as an quaint little town in the badlands filled with the most dangerous and infamous ex-criminals which the Sheriff isn't aware. From murderers to arsonist even scammers (*looking at Scar*), you will find them in town.

I headcanon that each citizen has met the Sheriff some point in their life and decided "you know what-I quit" then live in town 'cause the Sheriff is just gosh darn adorable and oh so kind that they will protect him with their life. (And also fun to teased)

They look extremely polite and kind but will not hesitate to stab you if you harm anyone or the Sheriff. They only tolerate the Stratos and the goblin for the Sheriff. They can take on the bandits but let them since the Sheriff looks so proud and happy sharing his success defeating them.

They also has a betting pool who is much more suited significant other for the Sheriff.

[coelacurse]

Aight all I present my first more simplified reference for Soul in my AU called "Blood and Ichor" ! Soul in this AU being called "Stratos" Could I say more? yeah totally, but will I? No, because that ruins the fun uwu.

[aggressivenesswhilecrying]

"I saved your life you asshole???"

Summery:

Scott, goes, and tries to have a normal day, really, but in the end, he ends up healing, current co-worker, and apparent boyfriend, joel smallishbeans. What a fun day. What a fun, awesome, day.

Not beta or proof read!!

Tw!! Injuries!! Near death experience!!

(This is a gift fic for the @mcyt-valentines event, and it goes to @deityoftherain!! You had said super hero au, and I really have been looking for a reason to write Joel and Scott, so here you go!!<3)

Smoke bellowed out of the building, curling into the air, dar blc and swallowing anything in it hole. Only truly filling the night sky with even more chemicals. Scott couldn't breath. A mix of panic and other blood rushing emotions filling every inch of him. His stomach turning in knots. 

The watch like thing on his wrist beeps it's panic, loud and clear, and all Scott can see is the smoke and the small, flashing red light from his wrist.

There wasn't any fights today. That's the worst possible thing. No villains spotted, no heros reporting anything during patrol. its a good day. Or, the better term would be, was, a good day. 

He doesn't consider it a good day when he's in civilian clothes, on the outskirts of the city, where there's more corn fields and acres of woods, then there is buildings. Where the roads are all gravel and no one can remember the last time they got fixed. Originally, he wasn't out here for any real reason. When you have possibly one of the best paying jobs in the entire city, well, you tend to just hop in your car, and go somewhere. Scott assumes that's how he got here. Car parked down the road, he had been walking, trying to be kinda humble, yknow? Walk down a gravel road, breath in the dusty air, become just a person, not the only healer in the entire city of hermitpires. Not the guy on the posters advertising the newest medicine. Not the guy who got stalked often just people just...really like the healing guy.

He was trying to be someone again. Trying to be a person. Then, of course, he saw the beam everyone associates with Stratos. A big bad god like man, his power, generally makes him unbelievably strong and changes his physical structure. Taller, generally good looking, Scott won't deny the looks he's spared to the man. But besides the point. There is normally a large beam of light whenever the man switches back and fourth. And well, when Scott sees the light come out of a small, old, barn looking building, and then he can see smoke start to barrel out of it, within moments.

And then he reads the words "hero downed." And well, Scott can't breath. Not as he runs throught the yellowed grass and it cruches under his feet, not as the dry air leaves his throat aching. And certainly not as he bursts open the wooden door, painted over in a bad coat of white.

In the middle of the room lays Stratos. Yet, not Stratos. A short and stout man, and yet he has the curly brown hair and the green streak. The once giant beard, now nothing but a stubble. And the toga he wears lazily draped over him. and in the seconds he's looking at the near dying man. A realization he really doesn't like, hits him. "Joel?!"

That's his boyfriend. The man he's been dating for the last few months, laying against the wall of an old barn. His heart completely stopping in his chest.

Oh, and of course he's freely bleeding from his stomach, that's something important to note. Yeah, dying. What a fun past time.

Joels's eyes are clamped shut, and Scott can't blame him. Stratos doesn't get hurt on the field very often, so in turn, it's unlikely that he has a strong pain tolerance. You need to get hurt a lot, to build up a pain tolerance. That and, getting, what looks to be stabbed, maybe impelled, is designed to hurt like a bitch. And yet he squints open his eyes, looking at Scott with a similar look of surprise, panic, and fear.

"Scott.?! What, what in the world are you, why are you here?!"

Scott clenches his jaw. It's generally against all hero protocol to see eachothers faces. Incase of a face off with someone with a mind reading power, or you're being tortured, the latter much more common, you don't want to give out a heros identity. Leaves a lot of room for danger. And so Scott can feel a sense of pure wrong, swirling in his stomach, snapping and bitting its way up. Leaving an uncomfortable taste in his mouth. But that is the last thing he is paying attention to as he drops to his knees infront of the fellow hero.

"Gods...just. dont move." Scott grits out from between his teeth, lifting up the fabric of his toga, and assessing the damage. It's bad. It's most definitely confirmed that he was impelled from the back, something large, and sturdy in the shape of a cone, straight up. 

In return to Scott words joel instantly tries to ignore Scott. The hands behind him try to push himself up, wobbling, and Scott almost thought he was gonna be able to sit up, at last, that's until his arms actually do collapse under him and he's falling backwards. 

And Scott swears he can't feel his heart anymore as he reaches out his arms, catching the man by the back and setting his down against the wall once more, wincing as he feels the outline of the wound.

"Don't need...don't need your stupid...bluming help" the man grunts out, and Scott can only think to himself how he ended up with such an idiot. "Let me heal you, god damn it!!" Scott barks out, unable to keep his voice steady as he's trying to move the toga, only for the man to once again try and move away. "Who did this to you?! There hasn't been any villains out at all today?!" Scott's voice is still sharp as he tries to pull the fabric from the wound. Joel hissing out his pain in turn.

And Scott attempts to avoid how the man doesn't answer.

Scott decided to lay one arm on the man's chest, pushing him back to the wood, while his other hand lays on his stomach. The faint colorful glow being admitted, finally causing the man to fully open his eyes. And it may be the absolute wrong time, but Scott's heart stops. He'll always admit to having a soft spit for Joel's eyes. The brown with hints of green, wherein looks like light is constantly shinning at them. A beautiful bronze color that leaves Scott swooning each time he sees them properly. Joels eyebrows are scrunched as he leans over Scott's arm to watch the colorful sparking. Before looking up to Scott with a sense of realization.

And when Joel's eyes meet Scott's.  And it feels like a great sweet moment. Different from most times. And Scott just wants to let the panic seep through him. He wants to kiss joel the second he isn't magically sewing his flesh back together. He wants to hold him, to ask him if hes ok, he wants to tell him to never do that again. He want to do so much. Then Joel ruins it of course. Cuz what else would the man do.

"I bluming hate you-" 

In Scott's defense, once you save your boyfriend's life, and then he immediately tells you, that he hates you at work, it's only natural for you to toss a twenty dollar bill at him, and tell him to find his own ride home. 

"SCOTT, I DIDNT MEAN IT, I PROMISE, PLEASE, BABE!!"

Joel's hands hit the door, voice nearly whiney as he attempts to get into their shared bedroom, of which he had been locked out of.

"I SAVED YOUR LIFE ASSHOLE, AND THEN YOU TELL ME YOU HATE ME?!"

"IT WAS THE BLOOD LOSS, BABE, IT WAS THE BLOOD LOSS"

"BLOOD LOSS MY ASS."

Scott would never admit it. But in the end, he had came out to the couch long after Joel fell asleep on it. When the man's hair curled in all sorts of ways, and he huddled up with the small throw blanket, and admittedly awful pillow.

Scott wouldn't admit it, and Joel wouldn't ask why he woke up in their shared bed.