#but yeah not enough info

[chenziee]

The Will of D. has so many meanings...

Monkey "Dumbass" Luffy

Monkey "Dumbass" Garp (it's a family thing)

Trafalgar "Denial" Water Law

Portgas "Depression" Ace

Neferatari "Diplomacy™" Vivi

Marshall "Dickhead" Teach

Jaguar "Dad" Saul

Portgas "Determination" Rouge

Gol "Disaster" Roger

Gonna go ahead and assume Joy "Dumbass the First" Boy as well

[kaenith]

Winter's Delight (@fswintersdelight), day 26

Happy December! Hope everyone's been staying safe and warm (or safe and cool, if you're in the southern hemisphere!)

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 61-64)

* I-I don't think we were talking about the same thing...

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[my-darling-boy]

Just saw a reel of a bookseller claiming to have found a letter from a WWI soldier left in a bible about the Christmas Truce and I was like oh boy here we go and he’s barely looking down at the paper as he “reads” what is essentially the epitome of all mainstream news outlet articles on the event, majority of it is not even worded how people used to write back then, I could tell immediately what photographs, illustrations, and articles he was extensively describing pretending it somehow all fit on the two little notebook pages and I’m cringing thinking “Surely no one believes this” and of course the comments are all of people believing it (except for one person who calls the seller out). This guy was just fabricating almost an entire story based off a letter written a day after Christmas which was not even about the truce at all. Now I don’t have beef with the comments which are all of people saying what a powerful example of humanity the event was, I have beef with a seller making stuff up for views and how quickly people accepted disinformation with only a couple out of 51,000 picking up on it. And before anyone can go “Not everyone is an expert in WWI!!!” he holds the letter up to the camera. Pausing to read even just the first sentence and you would’ve known this guy has made everything up (that one person in the comments even transcribed the real letter). There was an actual artefact from someone in the trenches but this clown figured that wasn’t cool enough for promoting his book business so instead of reading out someone’s actual words and following it up with explaining the truce, he just decided to pretend it was in the letter purely for clicks. Also half the content he reads out is from news articles where the historical information is only speculative or was even somewhat sensationalised by the soldiers themselves so what he reads out is also not even entirely true, but that’s another story. Point is, you don’t always need to be an expert in something to catch disinformation, especially when they hold the source they’re reading from up to the camera. Info these days is tailored to fit sales, so it should come as no surprise just looking at this guys account, he sells bibles priced in the thousands. He’s moonsrarebooks.official btw so you can avoid his videos, bro has 1 million followers on insta. Done with popular people making up bs for views

[kirby-the-gorb]

[north-noire]

so, uh, i got confirmation that i'm on the spectrum recently so i drew this as a silly joke art ft. my sona, henry and charlie because i also headcanoned them to be on it long before i even got assessed

[royalarchivist]

[A sad violin song plays over an image of a sad hamster]

Pac: This doesn't have anything to do with me – I wear a blue sweatshirt, you're crazy, this mouse doesn't even have a sweatshirt, this hamster! [Reading chat] Am I a depressed hamster?

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]*

–

Pac: Actually– that's fine! I embrace that idea – of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy? [He hits his desk, then starts counting off people on his fingers] Fit is gone, Richarlyson is gone, Ramon is gone, Bagi and Empanada who were always there when we were there are also gone, I haven't seen them! It's just me and Tubbo, and sometimes Philza shows up.

Pac: I lost Chume Labs, I lost the Favela, I lost Murder Mystery, I lost Ilha Chume Labs, it's crazy! Look at how much I've lost, and I've gained nothing! Of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy?! How am I supposed to be happy?!

Pac: [Reading chat] "You have us Pac," that's true, thank you. No, that's true, sorry.

* NOTE: Please note that this is an incomplete transcript, as I was primarily relying on Aypierre's translation mod at the time and if I am not confident of the translation, I do not include it. As always, please feel free to add on translations or message me corrections.

[quibbs126]

I had another thought with that one megop sparkling idea I keep bringing up but never fully committing to because I can’t decide on any one idea and at this rate I think I’m just annoying people

But yeah, I had another thought, one that I just thought was funny. I want to draw it out, but I’m lazy and also I have a test tomorrow that I have to study for, so I’m not doing it now. But I’m also impatient, so I’m giving you the bullet points/written version. If I’m sensible, I’ll take this post down after I finish the actual thing so I’m not too repetitive

Anyways, so there’s the kid, who is the child of the two leaders of the Autobot and Decepticon factions, and thus, potentially, holds a lot of value as a hostage and bargaining chip. Granted, I don’t know how known they actually are, there might just be a rumor going around that the two leaders have a secret kid somewhere

But anyways, someone (I don’t know who) gets the idea to capitalize on this, and afterwards calls up Optimus and Megatron, who are up to their usual things, claiming they have taken their sparkling captive and want some demands or other if the two ever want to see them again

Now both of them are very confused by this turn of events. Optimus has no goddamn clue what this guy’s talking about, because he’s pretty sure he knows the two of them definitely don’t have a sparkling. Megatron meanwhile does know they definitely had a sparkling, but he’s cycling through his head the possibilities of if this guy’s telling the truth. Because he was pretty sure no one knew about them, how did this person find out? How many people know? Do they really have their sparkling or is it just a trap to kill them? Or is it some idiot claiming this status, while probably not being aware there is a genuine one out there? Or did they just pick up an innocent bot who just happens to kind of look like them? How close is his secret to getting out, especially to Optimus?

But yeah basically meanwhile, while Megatron is somewhat internally panicking and trying to assess the most likely severity of this situation, Optimus is just like, “…I have absolutely no clue what you’re talking about, Megatron and I don’t have a sparkling, isn’t that right Megatron?”, thinking Megatron is on the same page of this being absolutely absurd as him

But because Megatron is thinking and stopped paying much attention, he doesn’t answer at all. And the silence goes on long enough that it’s getting questionable, especially since Megatron isn’t jumping in to defend his own honor that he did not have a baby with his sworn enemy. His silence is starting to become an admission, and the possibility of this actually being legit is starting to freak Optimus out, because again, he doesn’t know about any of this

Okay explaining it out loud does not bring out the comedy the situation is supposed to have. Probably because there’s no visuals and my description of the narrative rather than just dialogue. So like, the comedy doesn’t happen like it’s supposed to, this isn’t the format for the joke. But the image is funny in my head, okay?

I’ll make the picture either tomorrow or Friday or something, since I have things to do tomorrow. I was just trying to explain it so that you could understand my vision before I can make it

[ingo-ingoing-ingone]

idk if y'all have seen about the old pokemon game design stuff leaking, like beta mons, concept art/character pages, and design inspiration, but inb4 anything submas, just know these are BETA CONCEPTS AND IDEAS and aren't canon! Take what you want, yeet what you don't, don't treat it as solid fact bc it never made it to the game.

[viveela]

Please draw Kevin Stoley 💕

Sure thing here's the lil guy

[random-cockroach]

Okay I really felt like exploding mentally not in a good way so putted it out in random little written scenes (bullshitting with canon and fanon because canon is fanon). Prowl and Jazz as main acting characters yesss because apparently I love these boys

_________Intercity training competition_________

The whole audition was so loud with noises despite everyone trying to whisper as quiet as possible. First time in all intercity training competition history, where chosen young mechs from everywhere in Cybertron gather together to find better rising generation of sparks, the bot won all his sparring partners in a row without losing once. Gunrunner with satisfied smile wrote down statistics about this battle. “Mistakes took place, but you give big perspectives with your agility and unpredictability.” Gunrunner already had plans on this rookie once ops group starts running.

Jazz, visibly grasping at air with ventilation at full speed, was smiling in such bright manner, showing his sparking optics behind protective glass. His smile, his reflections from black coating, his figure, still going up and down after all the battles he had – everything in him was so irresistibly refreshing and attractive. This young bot made the audience start whispering again, but on absolutely different topic this time. He still was standing over his opponent, other one was looking at him from bottom to top breathing as deep as other one, leaning on the elbow folds. Young mechs had no hard feelings against each other, everything around them was steaming with happiness over a good battle. Jazz offered his hand and helped him stand up.  

“Ya’r very brave to challenge me last but ya fought good, brotha’. Your name?” They shacked hands as a sigh of a friendly and fair battle. “Guzzle. Better to fight and lose than to never fight at all” “Oh, we’r so gonna have a drink at the end of the event!” Jazz squeezed his hand so tightly and laughed so sincerely happy. They walked out of ring shoulder to shoulder. The white and black mech with pointy red chevron, the only thing showing him off the crowd so vividly, was observing all the battles from the balcony. He still couldn’t calm down his spark after what he saw, it was such an incredible and new way of martial arts for him: wild, unpredictable, dexterous, fast and oppressive. Absolute opposite of the clear and refined, gentle manner of his hometown. He couldn't hold back his smile throughout all 10 sparring sessions, periodically jerking his shoulders in surprise, sometimes looking as if into space, trying to calculate something in his head. His brother, clearly shorter than him, tapped at his hand. Only this was able to get older brother out of entrancement he was in. “Brother, calculation simulations will begin soon” ‘Right,’ he answered with only kind look of his eyes. ‘Now my turn.’

______My priority of orders starts from J_______

“Prowl, you are not allowed to go out! You stay here! It’s an order!” Prowl’s door wings rose up in in a threatening and irritated manner. He quickly turned his head, narrowing his optics. Sharp, cold blue, freezing. Yet his lips were treacherously clanging. “You are not my commander to give me commands” “Oh, no! I have an order to keep you safe! Order from Optimus Prime itself! Do you not understand how worthy your skills are? You are not allowed to get out of here until it becomes safe, why do you even try to get out of here?” The blue light was getting darker and closer to the security bot who happened to be so unlucky to be the closest to Prowl to get this order. Red chevron towered over this hesitant mech, his knees bent under the pressure of this unbending figure. It was the first time in all his time working here, when he was truly afraid of the tactician. “I was working hand to hand with “Optimus itself” when he was just an officer,” Prowl pressed his finger into the center of the bumper with enough strength to make bot step back. “and I dare you have no right to stand on my way nor Optimus’ orders. Contact him and say that I’ve lost touch with ops, you won’t be dismissed with this explan-“ The loud crash of a broken door was heard behind interrupting him mid-sentence, Prowl stood up and lowered his wings to cover trembling mech in front of him. “Prowl, jump on, I caught signal of Jazz’s location”, there was Silverbolt straight to the help and old Orion’s group protecting main operating station alongside with other autobots. Prowl gave him a pleased smirk, his optics immediately softened (to the relief of security bot), not even thinking much he ran and jumped on top of the aerial, “long time no see, old timer. All unnecessary chatting on our way.”

[simplyfurnituredirect]

Popping here unannounced! Rare zombie sighting in yo asks /silly

Asking here to know bout your ocs this time hehe,, I wanna know more about Willow and Nova! Any lores or facts I may hear? Cause I've been thinking about em, If not, that's alright! you don't have to rush to answer 🙏❤️

Thas all! anywho hav good day 🏃

What a pleasant surprise, hello Zombie !!! Unfortunately I don't have much to tell abt them,,, What lil info I have is... Willow was murdered by her husband, cuz she cheated on him, their relationship wasn't the best, she wanted a divorce, he didn't. She didn't really feel loved by him, so she would try and find love in other places, with other ppl... Her husband eventually finds out, and in blind rage kills her, dismembering her after. In the end, ofc, justice prevails, he goes to jail and she gets a proper funeral...

Nova is just a somewhat introverted gal who likes keeping herself busy, so she decided to get a job as a graveyard caretaker, she enjoyes keeping the place neat, and also the fact that she doesn't have to talk much to ppl... or well, so she thought, till she met Willow!

I haven't thought much abt how their first meeting would go exactly, but they would enjoy each others company a lot in the end! Nova at first would find Willow's constant yapping 'bit annoying, but would later realize they've got quite a lot in common, sharing their love for music (Willow being a singer and Nova a guitarist, hehe) and the morbid! Both enjoy the topic of death, even more after meeting each other I also was thinking abt some other ghosts that could be in the graveyard, but for now I'll just focus on these two What else, what else... Willow can't leave the graveyard, yet, maybe,,, I'm still thinking abt that,,,,

Willow as a ghost can't really touch anything, she can do it only lightly, but if she presses too hard she'll pass right through whatever she was touching. If she touches a person all they'll feel is cold, and somewhat uncomfortable if she tries touching their insides. And Willow herself can only lightly feel what she is touching, she won't be able to feel any small details or textures

As for their relationship.. Sometimes I like them being together, sometimes I like them being friends who have feeling for each other that they don't know what to do with hehe We love mutual pining in this house 🔥

And that's about it, I suppose, just two gals hanging out in the graveyard, may or may not like each other lots, who knows 🤭

[teecupangel]

Assassins Creed could pretty easily be turned into an isekai. No animus involved, just Desmond getting hit by a truck and then mysteriously waking up as Ezio! Or even more hilarious, going the "reincarnated as a book character" route for isekai launch points, Ezio gets run over by a cart and wakes up as Altair, whose journal he'd been reading the night before.

Regardless of who transmigrated, Desmond as Ezio or Ezio as Altaïr, the name of this fic will have to be “I have been transmigrated as the legendary Assassin!” (the exclamation point is necessary, the shortening would either be ITLA or LegAss)

The main two ways to get transmigrated is either through Truck-kun (or Car-kun is Truck-kun is stuck in traffic) or by dying while doing something mundane from overwork or illness.

We’ll go for Truck-kun for Desmond and he’ll wake up as Ezio Auditore, the legendary Assassin from Renaissance Italy.

Of course, since we did specify No Animus involved, we’re going for an alternative world where Desmond never got kidnapped and kept living his peaceful life in New York with the added consolation of the Solar Flare being dealt by something or someone else (perhaps Abstergo with their The Eye project? Or Bill gets to be sacrificed instead? XD)

Anyway, Abstergo still released the Animus as a gaming console and one of their games is about Ezio (primarily from Clay’s sessions, heavily edited) and Desmond is hooked.

He admits, there’s a part of him that was jealous of Ezio. Sure, his story was a tragedy that turned him to a monster (or so Abstergo painted him) but Desmond sorta gets it.

Sorta.

Or maybe he was projecting.

It’s just…

Desmond wanted to know more about Ezio. The game ended after Rodrigo Borgia managed to get Ezio not kill him, to show him how he had become a monster and to return to the light.

It felt like a weak ending in Desmond’s eyes and he’d been contemplating if it was worth the risk joining an online forum to talk about the ending and how a lot of Ezio’s actions doesn’t seemed to make any sense sometimes in the cutscenes.

He just got a ping in his phone while waiting for the pedestrian light to go green and blinked when he read that there were rumors of Abstergo planning to make a sequel to Ezio’s game.

Huh.

They didn’t even care about the cliffhanger of Altaïr’s game.

Then again, Ezio’s game was the most successful game Abstergo Entertainment released for the Animus.

The pedestrian light turned green.

Desmond took a step as he read the article.

Then…

Light.

He turned just in time to see the truck-

Before-

Blood.

He tasted blood.

His lips hurt.

What?

“Uccidetelo!”

Desmond blinked.

He recognized Vieri Pazzi immediately. He had seen his ugly mug in VR for so long because he kept replaying Ezio’s game when he was bored after all.

Desmond blocked the attack of the men charging him, his body seemingly remembering the years of training on the Farm…

No.

His movements…

Was he remembering how to move like Ezio in VR?

That didn’t make sense.

None of this makes sense.

“Ehi!” The man about to punch Desmond from behind dropped to the floor as a familiar man grinned at him, “Behind you!”

“Federico?” Desmond choked, recognizing the older Auditore.

“What’s wrong, Ezio? Too surprised to see your older brother saving you once again?”

Ezio.

He just called Desmond Ezio.

Oh god.

He was Ezio.

He just replaced the Monster of Florence, the White Death himself…

Ezio Auditore.

(Ezio, on the other hand, gets transmigrated when he lost his consciousness while reading Altaïr’s journal for the last time before going to the ship that will sail him as close to Masyaf as it could. He gets transmigrated just as Al Mualim stabs Altaïr on the stomach for failing to recover the Apple)

[flowering-darkness]

Hmm.

..What if I just made one massive document that holds all of the key information for each of my selfships, so that it all can be accessed from a single link?

("key information" here would include: tags on the blog, a paragraph about the respective F/O and self-insert, then how we meet in-story, key events in the selfship (confession, significant plot points, etc.), then probably a section about fankids if I have any for that selfship)

[moonsavior]

🪐 Philos Report 💫 Philosophian (Philosophers Language)

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆.˚✮🌟✮˚.⋆. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Philosophers, the humanoid lifeform who lived on the planet Philos, were known to speak Philosophian in many diverse dialects, experience nonverbal communication through their heightened senses and sang during their Bonding Rituals. Here are a few ways they expressed affection:

⭐ My Star (makes Xavier incredibly flustered and dizzy. Use with caution) | Tu’lipit’ossi

⭐ My Moon | Caesa Min

⭐ My Cosmos | Caesa Mile

⭐ I will fight for you | Gladiorte

⭐ I want to hug you | Mintiano

⭐ I want to kiss you | Sorrelissimo

⭐ Betrothed | Myriel

⭐ Will you marry me? | Yarropi’a nis sissimo

⭐ I am Within you | Tenut’o

(Mistaken as a literal translation, it is in fact Nonverbal. This is conveyed through the senses, specifically through hard touch and is meant to convey the endearment, "The person you see me to be is who I want to be most of all.")

⭐ You are my World | Brea Marcato

[dragonpropaganda]

something I love about rain world lore is that it gestures towards the sky being solid like two times and doesn't elaborate at all