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Welcome to the official Tumblr blog for Camp Omni!

What is Camp Omni?

Camp Omni is a one of a kind California secular summer camp experience! Camp Omni provides an educational adventure shaped by fun and friends.

Our camp features science, natural wonder, and humanist values such as empathy, creativity, critical thinking, and community. Summer sessions are week long, outdoor residential camps for campers ages 8-17.

For more information, you can click the link below to check out our website!

If you would like to ask questions about the camp/the experience of attending/anything that you can think of, you can go ahead and send us an ask here on Tumblr. We don't bite!

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SYDNEY KIN OMNI. 🦴

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[omniocademy]

Camping Nitris style. What are you up to this weekend?

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5 Ways to Prepare for a Camping Trip

Camping essentials and equipment

How your camping trip turns out will depend a lot on your preparation. Preparing for a camping trip does not mean packing a tent and some snacks. It requires you to be completely prepared for anything and everything you would require during your outdoor adventure, including preparing for emergencies. Proper planning and preparation before you head out camping is a must to ensure adventure with safety, and to have a more enjoyable and memorable experience.

Here are five essential tips to keep in mind when preparing for your next camping trip.

1. Research the location thoroughly

Before heading out, gather information about the camping site. Know the terrain, weather conditions, wildlife and any regulations or permits required to set up a camp. Understanding these factors will help you pack the right gear and equipment and plan your activities accordingly.

2. Make a checklist of everything you need to pack

Create a checklist of all the items you'll need for your camping trip. This should include essentials like tents, bedding, cooking equipment (stove, fuel, utensils), clothing as per the weather conditions, personal items, first aid kit, power bank, camping lanterns etc. A checklist will help you organize your packing process and will ensure that you don't forget anything important.

3. Practice setting up the tent

If you're using new gear or haven't camped in a while, practice setting up your tent and other equipment beforehand. This will familiarize you with your equipment and help identify any missing pieces or issues that need to be fixed. Knowing how to set up camp efficiently will save time and help you get started quickly once you arrive at your destination.

4. Pack and prepare food and water

Food is an important part of camping. The right kind of food will give you the energy for your outdoor adventures and will make mealtimes delightful. Plan your meals in advance and pack non-perishable items that are easy to prepare. Consider options like freeze-dried meals, canned goods and snacks that won't spoil quickly. If you'll be cooking over a campfire, bring ingredients and utensils for simple yet satisfying meals. You may run into local wildlife of the area so store food securely to prevent attracting wildlife.

5. Safety and emergency preparedness

Safety should always be a priority especially when you are camping away from home and civilization, without quick access to medical assistance. Essential items such as a first aid kit, navigation tools (map, compass, GPS) and emergency supplies (whistle, flashlight, fire starter) are a must. Familiarize yourself with basic first aid procedures and know how to respond to common outdoor emergencies. Always make sure someone knows of your camping itinerary and expected return date in case of unforeseen circumstances.

These simple steps will help you be fully prepared for your camping trip, setting you up for a safe, fun and stress-free outdoor experience.

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

I Can Feel It in My Bones

Synopsis: Being Invincible’s pet is cruel, but you manage to find comfort in it.

Pairing: Yandere!Sinister!Mark Grayson X Gn!Reader

Tw: 18+; Mentions and descriptions of mass murder (this is a version of Mark that joined Omni-man and the viltrumites); Mentions of kidnapping and being chained; Mentioned and implied dubcon/noncon; Implied Stockholm Syndrome; Hurt/little comfort; Mentions of threats; All characters aged up; English is my 2nd language.

Word count: 500

Requested? No.

Extra notes: I might write more about this, and other fanfics with Mark and Rex, love my babygirls

General masterlist

You have your own suite. Well, it's not exactly yours, it's Mark’s room, but he barely spends time there, since most of his time is spent destroying Earth and intimidating civilians, alongside Omni-man. Meanwhile, you're always chained to the foot of his bed, just enough freedom to go to the bathroom and wander through almost all the expanse of the room. You can't even reach the door, not that it would change anything, there’s no one around to help you, much less someone brave enough to go against Invincible’s wishes.

Omni-man and Invincible like to talk as if you aren't in the room, as if you're invisible. You know the former doesn't understand why his son keeps a pet since it's death will come before Mark can even look like a 30 year old human. You're the pet. But he shrugs it off when Mark reminds him that not everything is about work, and if he can do whatever he wants to humans, then he wants to have a pet.

Mark is cruel. He always reminds you that the only thing stopping him from harming and killing you is your pretty face. That you only get to eat because he likes your body healthy. That you only get to shower and brush your teeth because he wants to breathe in a nice smell when he’s close to you. That you're only kept in his room and not at one of the slave’s camps because he likes to fuck you.

And you know it. You know it in the way he sometimes doesn't allow you to wear clothes. In the way he doesn't treat you like a person, more like a playtoy or decoration. In the soreness left when he's done.

But sometimes, sometimes you get confused. Because he lays his head on your chest when he wants to take a nap or just feel comforted. Because he keeps you in his room when you know he could just throw you in a cell. Because once in a while he asks about your old interests, and gets excited about things you had in common. Because he gives you things to entertain yourself. Because sex with him is good even when it's not consensual. Because he has a pretty smile. Because he doesn't look like the sadistic dictator who destroyed your city and killed half the people you knew, when he takes his mask off.

You wonder if he still keeps this human side of him because he simply grew up like that and it's too ingrained in his personality, or because he misses his mom and his friends.

It doesn't matter in the end, you're doomed in and out of this room. You're only human, he's a viltrumite. He was made to be a conqueror. You're gonna die faster than he can blink. He's gonna find another pet. At least, you can have some comfort if you keep him happy.

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[deldaydreams]

Hoping Next Time Is Better

Warning: mentions of death, imprisonment. Gender-neutral reader.

Notes: So I just finished watching Invincible and wanted write something. Hope you enjoy.

- English is not my first language

“Please…Please let me stay by your side, please…”

He begged shakily. Who would believe that the great invincible was crying and begging you, wrapped around your legs. You didn’t respond. You just pulled back the hair that was in front of his face. You wiped his tears with your hands.

“No.” Your voice was soft, but it wasn’t a compassionate softness. No, it was like a sharp knife.

“Why? Why not? Why don’t you give me a chance…” He tried to ask as smoothly as he could, but his voice was still trembling. Your pants were already wrinkled from the pulling and were wet with his tears.

If anyone saw Mark in this state, they would feel sorry for him and show him mercy but you didn’t. Maybe you were the bad guy this time?

“Because…”

-

You loved Mark. Who wouldn’t? Handsome, romantic, funny, above all, a superhero. You were happy. But your happiness didn’t last long. Mark had teamed up with his father Omni-man and made the world submit to the Viltrum empire. You were very scared when the events started. People were dying…Mark was killing people…Eventually, Mark found you in one of the concentration camps. You cried, you shouted, but Mark didn’t even react. He just laughed…Your first life ended with you living as his prisoner.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Mark in front of you, but younger? “Y/n?” Everything was same, but so different. At first, you thought you had gone back in time, but in time, you realized that wasn’t true. This wasn’t your dimension. A type of parallel universe? Mark’s costume was different, the timing of when he became a hero was different, everything was different. But the result was the same. Your end was again at Mark’s hands.

You opened your eyes again, and again a different universe, again a different Mark…Each time, you continued with the hope that you would find a good Mark this time. But each time, you were wrong.

You loved Mark in your first life. The second time you were scared and disgusted by him so much that even his touch made you feel sick. The fourth time you got used to it, you didn't care, you just focused on your goal.

-

"Why are you laughing? Is there something funny?" Mark asked. You were badly beaten up, and you had very serious wounds, but you were laughing. You laughed because unfortunately you were right again. You pressed your hand on your bleeding wound. And you tried to talk.

"I told you, you would betray me. You would betray humanity... Hah... I hope the next one is better."

And so your 6th life ended again.

-

You woke up in your familiar room. Your 7th life had begun. You checked the calendar and got ready for school. You checked the news on the way to school. It was strange, Invincible didn’t existed yet in this universe.

You entered the classroom and sat at your desk, then that familiar figure sat next to you. The figure that brought you to your end 6 times.

“Good morning Y/n.” He smiled warmly.

“Good morning.”

You had a feeling things would be different this time.

[campomni]

Scientists are learning how to speak whale?

Camp Omni!! Did you know that there's a research team by the name of SETI (Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence) who are currently attempting to understand the communicative complexity and intelligence of humpback whales? A researcher from this team, Josie Hubbard, recently engaged in a conversation with one of the humpback whales her team had been studying. She had broadcasted a recorded humpback contact call through an underwater speaker and had found that their whale, "Twain", had responded to their call. This conversation had lasted for a total of 20 minutes. Isn't that wild?!

To find out more about this fascinating research study, feel free to visit the BBC article below: https://www.bbc.com/future/article /20240409-the-scientists-learning-to -speak-whale

Read more about Camp Omni here!

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SCREAM FOR ME 2 | mark variants x reader

MINI SERIES LIST

The next morning came faster than you expected.

The sky above was a dull, washed-out orange, and the fire had long since died to a pile of cold, black ash. The heat from the desert planet was already rising, dust curling in lazy spirals through the still air.

You slowly sat up, blinking sleep from your eyes. Most of the Marks were already awake—some quietly sharpening weapons, others silently staring into the horizon like they expected the universe to give them answers.

You noticed Mohawk Mark sitting a few feet away, arms loosely crossed as he rested back against a sun-warmed rock. His eyes were closed, face relaxed in a rare moment of peace. His mohawk was slightly messy from sleep, a stray lock falling across his forehead. He looked… calm. Almost human.

Then your eyes scanned the rest of the group—and landed on the one member still snoring loudly, sprawled out on the sand like he owned the place.

Sinister Mark.

No one had the guts to wake him. You could see it in their body language. No Mask Mark had rolled his eyes when he passed him, but even he didn’t so much as nudge him with a boot. Prisoner Mark muttered something under his breath and walked off. Even Omni Mark, who looked perpetually irritated, didn’t dare get too close.

So naturally… they all turned to you. With a dramatic sigh, you dragged yourself to your feet. “You guys seriously want me to do it?”

A few of them gave vague nods or shrugs, and Mohawk Mark cracked one eye open to give you a lazy smirk. “Good luck.” You rolled your eyes. “Thanks for the backup.”

Carefully, you crept over to Sinister Mark, who laid flat on his back, arms spread like a corpse—except he was definitely breathing. His mask was half-off, revealing the sharp cut of his jaw and a scar running across his cheekbone. His lips were curled in a faint smirk even in sleep.

You hesitated above him, then reached out, about to shake his shoulder— His hand snapped up and grabbed your wrist, his grip like iron.

“Touchy, aren’t you, girly?” he rasped, voice rough with sleep but laced with amusement. His eyes opened slowly, one glowing faintly red in the shade. You froze. “Y-You were awake?”

He sat up in one fluid movement, still holding your wrist. “Maybe. Maybe not.” His smirk widened. “But I like the idea of you hovering over me while I sleep. Kinda sweet.” You yanked your hand back, cheeks flushed. “I was told to wake you up!”

He gave a low chuckle and stretched like a cat, cracking his neck. “Of course you were. I wouldn’t want anyone else doing it, anyway.”

You turned and stomped back toward the others, grumbling under your breath. Mohawk Mark gave you a thumbs-up. Striped Mark offered a barely contained smirk. Even Full Mask Mark seemed mildly entertained.

Behind you, Sinister Mark stood, brushing dust from his clothes. “Next time, wake me with a kiss, sweetheart.” You flipped him off without looking back, and the sound of his laugh followed you all the way to the circle.

You sat cross-legged in the sand, still wiping the last bits of sleep from your eyes as you looked around at the group. The heat was already kicking in, and your back ached from the unforgiving ground. “So… are we going to go back to that place?” you asked, breaking the morning tension. “There could be more stuff there. Water, supplies… maybe even a way out.”

“No shit we’re going back,” Striped Mark snapped, already pacing near the edge of camp with his arms crossed. “We’re not just gonna sit around and wait to rot.”

You frowned at his tone, muttering under your breath, “Asshole.”

His head jerked in your direction. “What was that?”

You instantly looked up with wide, innocent eyes. “Nothing!”

His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, sharp and unimpressed, before he scoffed and turned away. “Tch. That’s what I thought.”

Sinister Mark chuckled lowly behind you, clearly amused. “Careful, girl. He’s got a temper. I just stopped considering eating you— would be a waste if he killed you.”

Omni Mark exhaled heavily through his nose, rubbing the bridge of it with a tired sigh. “Great. Another morning with bickering children and a cannibal.”

Mohawk Mark cracked his knuckles as he stood up, rolling his shoulders. “Alright, let’s move before we waste more daylight. If there’s something useful buried down there, I want it.”

You stood with them, brushing sand off your pants. The burned creature from last night still lay in pieces by the dead fire pit, bones blackened and cracked from the heat. It was proof you could survive here. But survival with eight versions of your childhood friend? That part was still up in the air.

Mohawk Mark was the first to drop down into the buried structure again, landing with a heavy thud before looking up and motioning for you. “Come on,” he called. Then he held his arms out. You hesitated for a moment, then allowed him to scoop you up. His grip was solid but not rough, and the fall was a quick blur before he set you gently on your feet inside the half-sunken building.

“Don’t go wandering off this time,” he said, low enough so only you could hear.

You blinked up at him. “I didn’t wander—I was just—”

“Curious. Right. Just don’t get yourself killed.” His lips twitched faintly—was that a smirk?

Before you could respond, Prisoner Mark clapped his hands, drawing everyone’s attention. “Let’s split up,” he said, already walking toward a cracked hallway. “We’ll cover more ground that way.”

“Good idea,” No Mask Mark said, already moving in the opposite direction. “We meet back here in an hour.”

Everyone muttered agreements and began peeling off in different directions.

You were just about to turn down a corridor on your own when a firm hand landed on your shoulder. You jumped and turned to see Viltrumite Mark, his black eyes narrowed as he looked down at you. “You’re coming with me,” he said flatly.

“What? I can go alone, I’ll be—”

“No.” He didn’t give you a chance to finish. “It’s safer if I’m with you. We can’t afford you dying.”

You frowned. “Why do you even care?”

He gave you a pointed look. “Unless you’d prefer to be found in pieces with Sinister gnawing on your bones?” You shuddered. “…No. I’m good.”

“Didn’t think so.” With that, he turned and started walking. You scrambled a bit to keep up, stealing one last glance at the others as they disappeared into the gloom. It was strange, walking beside him. So much like your Mark… and yet every breath he took screamed danger.

You followed Viltrumite Mark closely, your footsteps careful, the echo of his much heavier ones bouncing off the sand-caked metal and crumbling walls. The place was eerie in its silence—like time had forgotten it, like you had stepped into something sacred and cursed all at once.

“There’s nothing here,” you mumbled, brushing your fingers along a rusted pipe.

Viltrumite Mark stopped ahead of you, frowning at a wall that looked…off. His brow furrowed.

“What is it?” you asked.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped forward, knocking his knuckles against it once. Twice. A strange, hollow echo followed. His eyes narrowed.

Without warning, he pulled his fist back—and slammed it into the wall.

You jumped as concrete and dust exploded outward, chunks of it crashing down into the room behind. You coughed, waving away the debris, but the moment you saw what lay beyond, the breath hitched in your throat.

“Whoa…”

Behind the ruined wall was a massive, natural cave. The air was cooler here, moist, almost refreshing. Bioluminescent mosses clung to the walls, glowing faintly in blues and greens. A massive waterfall cascaded down a rock face in the distance, feeding into a crystal-clear pool. The sound of it echoed through the cavern like a heartbeat.

It was beautiful.

But that wasn’t what made you freeze.

Curled in shadow, barely lit by the glowing moss and filtered light from the waterfall, were hundreds—maybe thousands—of the red-eyed creatures. Bigger this time. Stronger. Covered in mottled, dark skin and jagged limbs.

Sleeping.

You instinctively stepped closer to Viltrumite Mark, your hand brushing his arm. He didn’t flinch—just stared, calculating.

“I think we should go,” you whispered, barely moving your lips. He nodded once. “We come back with the others. No way we’re taking this on alone.”

You nodded, eyes still locked on the monstrous slumbering things. One of them twitched in its sleep, and you felt your pulse spike. Viltrumite Mark placed a hand on your back, gently steering you away from the hole in the wall. As quietly as you could, you both turned and slipped back through the broken hallway, leaving the nightmare behind—for now.

You and Viltrumite Mark emerged from the crumbling ruins first, just as the others began to regroup. Sinister Mark was dragging one of the smaller red-eyed creatures behind him by its tail, a proud grin tugging at his mouth.

“Found our dinner tonight,” he said with a smirk, holding up the beast for everyone to see.

You raised a brow and smiled. “Is that all you found?”

His grin faltered slightly. “I mean—”

“Not to brag or anything…” you began, unable to resist the tease as you pointed to yourself and then Viltrumite Mark. “But we found thousands of those things—way bigger ones. And a massive waterfall.”

Prisoner Mark let out a low snicker. “That sounded a lot like bragging to me.”

Sinister Mark rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just means I don’t have an excuse for eating you now, girl.”

Your smile immediately vanished. “Okay, can you please stop saying things like that???”

No Mask Mark, ever calm and blunt, cut in. “Never mind that. Show us this place you found.”

You opened your mouth to argue but stopped, throwing your hands up in frustration. “I mind! I mean, he keeps talking about cannibalism and always about me being the one on the menu!”

The others ignored your protests. Full Mask Mark stepped forward, inspecting the carcass Sinister brought back before glancing over at the group. “We might actually survive this place after all.”

Sinister Mark dropped the beast onto the sand with a dramatic sigh, muttering under his breath, “Stealing the damn spotlight…”

Omni Mark brushed some dirt from his hands, holding up a rusted but intact piece of equipment. “I found what looks like a water filtration system. Might be able to hook it into whatever’s under this place.”

Striped Mark crossed his arms. “So we’ve got food, water, and shelter?” His expression was skeptical. “Almost feels too good to be true.”

Viltrumite Mark nodded once. “It’s real. But it’s dangerous. Those creatures are in hibernation or something… if we’re lucky, we can stay out of their way.”

Mohawk Mark came to stand beside you, casting a glance your way before addressing the group. “Then we need to get organized. Find the safest areas, set up camp near the water source, and block off everything else.”

“Who made you the boss?” Striped Mark challenged.

“No one,” Mohawk replied evenly. “But unless you’ve got a better plan, I’m all ears.”

A beat passed before the others turned toward you and Viltrumite Mark again.

“Show us,” Full Mask said simply. You nodded, a quiet sense of pride swelling in your chest as you gestured for them to follow. For the first time since all of this began… you felt like you were more than just a survivor. You felt like you mattered.

The walk back to the ruins was tense but charged with an energy none of them had felt before—hope, maybe. Or something close enough to fake it.

You led the way, Viltrumite Mark at your side, the others trailing behind. Occasionally you heard low murmurs between them—mostly planning, occasionally arguing, but not the kind that led to fists. Not yet.

When you reached the shattered wall again, you stepped aside and gestured dramatically. “Behold… the best discovery on this sandpit of a planet.”

They filed in one by one. The moment they crossed the threshold, the air changed. Cooler. Damp. Cleaner. Their eyes widened in sync, expressions slowly morphing from suspicion to awe. The massive underground chamber opened up before them, lit by the faint glow of moss and crystals embedded in the rock walls. The waterfall thundered in the distance, feeding into a pool of clear water that stretched out along one side. Giant roots twisted through the ceiling above, filtering rays of light into the cave.

And then there were the creatures—dozens, maybe hundreds—tucked in clusters across the higher ledges, curled in on themselves, their red eyes dim and shut. No one spoke for several seconds.

“Holy shit,” Mohawk Mark finally muttered. Prisoner Mark walked toward the edge of the pool, crouching to run a hand through the water. “It’s clean.”

“It’s better than clean,” No Mask Mark added. “This place could sustain us for months.”

Sinister Mark gave a low whistle, eyes roaming the slumbering monsters above. “Guess I’m out of a hunting job.”

“Or we just kill ‘em in their sleep,” Striped Mark said bluntly, already scanning the walls for choke points. “Clear them out before they wake up.” You grimaced. “What if they don’t wake up? Why risk it?”

“Because we don’t take chances,” Full Mask Mark said, voice cold and distant behind the black of his helmet. “Not anymore.” Still, despite the heavy tone, no one moved to act violently—at least not yet. They were too stunned by what this place meant. Safety. Shelter. Resources.

Possibility. Omni Mark exhaled slowly, hands on his hips as he looked around. “We reinforce the wall outside. Use that filtration system I found. We can bring the rest of the gear down here in shifts.”

“And someone needs to be on watch at all times,” Prisoner Mark added. “We can rotate shifts.”

Mohawk Mark looked at you. “You did good.” You blinked, startled by the rare praise. “It was mostly viltrumite mark, he found everything.” He nudged your arm, voice low. “Still counts.”

Sinister Mark sauntered up behind you with a lazy smirk. “Guess I won’t be eating you after all, sweetheart.”

You groaned. “Seriously, stop.”

“No promises,” he purred, then stalked off toward the shadows, hands in his pockets. You turned to Viltrumite Mark, hoping for sanity. “Is he always like that?”

“Pretty much.” As the others began spreading out, surveying the space more thoroughly, you felt something shift—deep in your chest, in your bones. You weren’t just following them anymore. You were leading them. Part of the group. Still afraid. Still unsure. But necessary. And in a place like this, that was everything.

You crept down toward the waterfall, careful not to wake any of the red-eyed creatures nestled in the upper parts of the cave. The roar of water masked the sound of your footsteps, and you approached the cascading sheets with a hushed kind of hope.

“Please be a secret room… please be a secret room,” you whispered under your breath, edging behind the waterfall.

Nothing.

Just cold, wet stone and disappointment. You sighed, sagging slightly against the damp wall. Figures. You really thought—no, hoped—there’d be something hidden. Anything. Just some sign that you were one step ahead of whatever nightmare this planet had in store.

That’s when you heard it. A scrape. A shift of gravel. Something behind you. You froze.

Your spine stiffened as a low breath, not your own, breezed against the back of your neck. Slowly—painfully slowly—you turned around, and there it was.

Red eyes. Inches from your face. Your breath hitched. You didn’t dare scream. One sound, and the entire nest above would come crashing down.

The creature was crouched unnaturally low, its limbs too long, its pale skin stretched tight over its bones. It didn’t move like an animal. It didn’t move like anything natural.

Its head tilted. Studying you. Sniffing the air, close enough that you could feel the heat of its breath.

You backed up, inch by inch, until your shoulder pressed against the wall. Your fingers fumbled behind you, grasping for anything—a rock, a stick, something—just in case it decided you looked edible. Its jaw twitched. Then opened. And kept opening. Rows and rows of razor-sharp teeth gleamed in the dim light. You swallowed hard.

Don’t scream. You shifted slightly, your shoulder pressing against a loose stone on the wall behind you— And suddenly, the wall gave. It flipped inward with a heavy clunk, and you stumbled through, landing in a hidden room.

The creature didn’t follow. The wall sealed shut behind you, the grinding of stone locking it out—and you in. You caught your breath, straightening slowly… only to freeze again. Clothes. Torn, scattered across the ground. Familiar.

Your shirt. A ripped piece of Striped Mark’s sleeve. Mohawk Mark’s suit, filthy and shredded. One of the masks—Full Mask Mark’s—lay cracked beside a dried pool of something dark. A broken piece of omni marks cape.

You blinked rapidly, your eyes adjusting, and then you saw them. Skeletons. Nine total. And in the center, the smallest one… curled up, surrounded by the others. Their arms reached toward it. Shielding it. You. That was your skeleton.

“How is this even possible?” you breathed out, stepping forward slowly. Your eyes darted around the room. “Has… has this happened before?” It had.

There was no mistaking it. These weren’t just random corpses—these were you and the others. Same group. Same planet. Same clothes. They’d died here. All of you had.

You stood frozen in the center of the room, staring down at your own remains, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. A chill traced your spine. This is a loop. This has happened before And it could happen again. Then—movement. Rocks shifting. Footsteps approaching the room you were in.

Someone was here.

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color wheel I made for my students

[milkywayes]

okay so happy pride month or whatever, no one asked but here’s my garrus vakarian dating history headcanon:

he has had 5 casual hookups pre-normandy, which isn’t a big number compared to his peers, and you’d think it’s because he’s an obsessive little freak who’s bad at being a turian, which evens out his good looks and swagger (and for some it does - cue some very frustrated crushes being forcibly stamped out because ‘really? that guy? he yelled at our superior last week in full view of the entire canteen’) but really he just didn’t notice half the advances made at him and the other half he turned down because he was busy thinking about important stuff (like gun mods, or cases, or math) and after careful consideration and weighing the pros and cons decided his time was better spent elsewhere. two of the 5 were with men, the other three with women, all turians. no repeats. he has had zero relationships pre-shepard if you don’t count the homoerotically-charged friendship he had as a teenager, one year before and one year into boot camp, before their very different abilities got them postings on opposing ends of the galaxy (read: elite sniper units on stealth patrol ships vs guy that assists the guy that fixes the lights in a backwater colony). he thinks no one knew about this, but his whole family did know and just tactfully didn’t bring it up. during the archangel years he has 1 hookup mostly because everyone tells him he’s so high-strung and needs to get laid more than he needs oxygen, but he bows out early on because his depression isn’t really conductive to the proceedings (read: she came but he didn’t.) this somehow ends up adding to the archangel urban myth, a true hero of the people asking for nothing in return, wink nudge, which makes him the butt of his team’s jokes quite literally until they all die bloody. he has never been in love until shepard, is initially unable to even categorize the feeling, and unfortunately for him, dealing with uncertainties and gray stuff and undefined parameters are about the only thing he’s actually bad at (besides the whole model turian stuff, if you count that as a skill). so basically his skill tree gets inverted as soon as he catches feelings. previous hookups would have described him as a gallantly attentive but emotionally unavailable, doesn’t save your omni-tool address but remembers your name kind of guy, which he mentions once to shepard. doing so is a faux-pas, though she doesn’t point this out and instead laughs uproariously because just that day he dented his newly-polished armor in his attempt to hold the elevator for her

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[omniocademy]

How someone from NItris goes camping.... by hanging their tent up high in the air.

[benjimatorarts]

Garmasako piece inbetween commissions. I consider this my "Misako convince Garmadon to give up his plan with the Overlord and come back to her and Lloyd" AU.

Imagine the plan was for her to sneak into the Stone Army's camp to bring back the helmet but come back with her omni husbando.

[artbyblastweave]

Between Invincible, and The Boys, who does better at handling the problem of "We need to name a bunch of superheroes and can't use any of the names that DC and Marvel grabbed"

In keeping with the corporate themes I think that The Boys is better at consistently coming up with cape aliases that a marketing department would plausibly let them leave the house wearing (sometimes to the point of subtle parody of the blindspots of those same marketing people- Black Noir's name literally being "Black Black" when translated, Stormfront always having been a nod to the infamous neoNazi web forum of the same name, etc.) They also have the fallback of parody- if a name sounds deeply dumb or undignified, it's probably supposed to.

Invincible is more all over the place- They pull ahead in that they snagged one of the last viable direct riffs on Superman's name with "Omni-Man," but they fall behind solely because of Robot. Fuckin' Robot. I understand that they're gesturing at overly-simplistic golden-and-silver-age cape names but I also don't think Invincible is consistently camp enough to telegraph that that's the intent.

[a-pyromaniac-lover]

𝓘𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓱-𝓬𝓱-𝓬𝓱-𝓬𝓱-

Name: “I’m Ember André! Of course I’m just as pretty as my name—what kind of question is that? Yeah I know you didn’t say anything I just-“

Age: “I’m fourteen. So no being weird, mkay? I know I’m pretty but…”

Gender + Pronouns: “I’m just a girl. She/Her pronouns. Next question.”

Sexuality: “I’m Omni! Leaning towards dudes. But I’m still up to kissing, girls! Not actually, but..”

Parentage: “Oh! My dad, Colin André. And Pyronica. Yes- the henchman of Bill Cipher. Do you have a problem with it?”

Ethnicity: “I’m French, and from New York. And…part whatever alien creature my mom is. Luckily I didn’t have to go very far to get to camp-“

Appearance: Brown hair with red and pink highlights, pink and blue eyes, natural blush, pink lips, slight fangs, very tiny little horns on the sides of her head—she hides under her hair, and permanently red stained finger tips. “I know, pretty- right? HEY-! Don’t tell them about my horns!”

Some Personality traits: Flirty, mischievous, sneaky, confident, sassy, snappy. “What???? Im not sneaky, noooo.”

Some of their powers/abilites: Pyrokinesis, emotion manipulation, can induce feelings of love and attraction, can control fire heat, can cause explosions, can very slightly shape-shift—mainly her eyes, charmspeak. “Yeah. Be careful.”

In character tag: what a lovely fire. 💕🔥 + Out of character tag: star speaking !

Voice Claim: Lola, Shark Tale

Weapons: Coming Soon!

Fatal Flaw: Excessive Anger/Hatred.

People I know: @luckilyforgotten-star “A friend! She’s pretty cool..just a little awkward. You should see her try and talk in a crowded area. She gets sooo nervous!”

Ｃｈｅｒｒｙ Ｂｏｍｂ！！

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More info, credits, other rp blogs, and moodboard under cut!

Hello! This is a gravity falls and pjo rp blog! Basically, a daughter of pyronica, which in her lore atleast here makes her qualify as a demigod. Ember goes to gravity falls to visit but also attends Camp Half-Blood for part of the year.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Ember’s moodboard .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Dividers by saradika-graphics !!

Other rp blogs: @daughter-of-insanity @hecates-tragic-daughter @enraged-rockstarr @a-rotten-h3art @a-risky-gamble @thecursedstorm @bouqet-of-bones @c0lder-than-ice @the-olympians-champion @daughter-ofthe-sunlight @flashyrainbowloverr @riches-and-lightningboltzz @poison-n-plantss @maycast3llan @blu3razz-and-insanity @genderfluid-cowb0y @retr0-dreams @scrap-m3talbrain @s0ngbird-versus-rattlesnak3 @madeof-crushedlittletstars @luckilyforgotten-star

[sol-consort]

pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.3

You can't shake the feeling that something feels off today.

Shepard never really enjoyed walking through the Citadel much of late. The novelty of the Centre-of-Civilisation Hub was as short-lived as the final facedown with Sovereign three years ago.

You placed your drink down, double clicking on the game icon.

How quickly they've become jaded to the sight of the cosmos laid bare in front of their eyes, a mere reinforced window away from the vacuum of space. Its taste still fresh at the back of their throat, the feelings of their own lungs caving in on themselves as their ribcage collapsed.

Scrolling through your phone as the usual startup video played. Checking your dms. Pretending to watch the tiktok clips your friends sent you.

Tightened security, tens of checkpoints, salarians smoking, hanar eating sushi, asari walking hand in hand with krogans, turians dancing with humans in nightclubs. It seemed that humanity found its place within the galaxy during the years Shepard's soul was stuck in limbo. Everything was so different, and yet... undeniably, the same.

The ice cubes clinked against the glass cup, fizzy foam forming atop your soda as they melted, diluting the sugary drink.

It was flattering the first few times an alien gawked at them, attempted to sneakly snap pic of them, ask for a photograph, in that order.

After all, Shepard was a nobody in the eye of the galactic masses the last time they stepped a foot on the Citadel, even if they've had a reputation amongst humanity—but as the remours of their supposed "coming back to life" spread further and further like wild fire, their newly founded fame was becoming nothing short of debilitating.

And no one in their crew seemed to relate.

"See it's because I knew better than to show my face, let the Archangel name speak for itself" The turian attempted to keep a facade of nonchalance, positioning himself so the light reflects just right off of the totally cool badass scar on his face.

"That and the fact no one could get close enough to your camping spot to see your face without being sniped from across the map." Crossing off another item from the list on his Omni-tool, Joker was down to only two items remaining.

You're still at the menu screen.

Shepard can sense the familiar signs of your presence hovering nearby, and yet, their body felt as hallow and cold as ever. Where were you? Why aren't you with them?

"How come I don't get any of that celebrity treatment? I was there too, people! Or do they think Shepard was steering the Normandy with one hand while fisting Saren with the other." That got a snicker out of the turian next to him.

Were you mad at them? Did they do something wrong? Their eyes scanned the various merchandise on the shelves, hoping for something to coax you out of hiding.

"—And with the discount from the recorded endorsement message, the total comes to 1400 credits. Will that be all for today?" The asari cashier chirped up, practised smile and overly friendly tone.

"Yeah, and uh... how much for the Destiny Ascension model?" Akin to an offering left at the altar of a displeased god, Shepard hoped this might appease you.

Or, at the very least, summon your presence to them. This never happened before. They know you're out there. They can feel you at the tip of their fingers, at the ends of their hair, hues shifting in the corner of their visions like phantoms.

"That'll be 500 extra credits, 416 with the discount."

Just their luck.

"Sheesh," Joker inhaled sharply, "Commander, unless you're planning to expand your resume and become an idol part-timer, then our budget doesn't allow for that."

"Who knows, maybe Shepard's devoted fanbase will throw money at us if we stand very still in the centre of the Presidium" Garrus purred back a little to eagerly for someone who was just claiming how not-bitter he is for having his secret alter ego remain secret.

Again. No sign of your presence, your actual presence. Only the vague anticipation of something coming, of the skies preparing to part like curtians for you to descend.

"Forget it," bringing up their omni-tool, Shepard paid for the original items, "let's just get what we came here for and hurry back aboard."

"Aye Aye Captain."

"Garrus, you're on bag duty. Joker—"

You loaded the savefile.

Their breath hitched, and a familiar feeling weighed down on them like a comforting blanket, a spring breeze filling their lungs.

"...I'll head to the Normandy. You two handle this on your own."

Finally, oh how they've missed you.

As the loading screen faded out of view, the world rendered from around you. Shepard was at the very same spot where you last left them, standing in front of the galactic map. The familiar sound of Kelly reminding you of the new emails on your terminal.

Were where you again? Oh, yeah, Mordin loyalty mission.

Strangely enough, Garrus was absent from the crewmates selection screen. You grimced, the bugs are hard a work it seems. Just your luck to get a cursed savefile.

Fine. Sure. Whatever. You won't let that ruin your mood. Maybe it was a good thing. Especially with how immensely disappointed you were after watching Garrus romance scenes on YouTube. Really? A fade to black? Good thing it bugged out, otherwise it'd have been a waste of your time and effort.

Your aim must be sharper than usual today... did Shepard always have these many hitpoints? Wow, that speed, this can't be vanilla. Ugh, did the save editor mess with your savefile?

No way, you swear you reloaded a backed up one. This should be a clean slate.

Not that you're complaining, after all the infuriating bugs and misclicks, being at the other end of the stick feels kinda good for once. You're not totally op, but noticeably stronger than your last session.

It was so fun, in fact, that you kept gunning one mission after another. Even the Garrus bug seemed to fix itself after the Mordin loyalty mission.

You were oblivious to the ticking of the clock, and your now lukewarm flat soda.

And Shepard? Oh Shepard.

They were on cloud nine. It might have been an extra couple hours of playtime for you, but with the amount of progress you've made, a whole week had passed from their point of view.

A whole week with you by their side.

Ah. They see the error of their ways. They pushed back, so you've kept your distance. They made you feel unwanted with their constant display of independence, didn't they?

Their intentions were pure. They simply wanted to prove the existence of their own volition. But apparently, it only served to hurt you instead.

Did you come back because of their gesture of attempting to buy the ship model? Were you watching them from the oblivion?

How they wish to talk to you, have one small conversation, if you are truly a person capable of speech. They're not too keen on the idea of you being a simple benevolent spirit, a mere force of the universe not that different from gravity or the change of seasons.

They're growing closer to their crew, thanks to you, that they can clearly see. Who would've known Mordin kept such a secret? Or the extent of how much Grunt repressed his nature. You seem to care for all of those people, based on the words you manifest for Shepard to say.

Well, almost all of them.

You had a defiant side that broke through whenever it was a one on one meeting between Shepard and The Illusive man himself.

You weren't a fan of Cerberus, they gathered.

Shepard themselves felt indifferent towards the whole operation. They could wrap their head to why a group like this is a necessary evil for humanity, as much as they could also picture why someone would completely resent them—if their previous crewmate's tantrum on Horizon was anything to go by.

Maybe, if you had asked them about Cerberus three years ago, they would've given a completely different answer.

But as it stands today, it's the people closest to them who turned their back on Shepard, whilst the scum of the earth fished their charred corpse out of orbit, nursed and nurtured them, welcomed them with open arms.

How confusing it was to wake up to a world full of anger at them for coming back to life. For supposedly tarnishing the image of a noble martyr.

To prefer them to remain a hero 6 feet in the ground than to see them alive walking on the surface—a flawed person, yes, but alive all the same.

Not like they even had a choice or say in the matter. Their birth, death, and reincarnation, they didn't have a say in any of them.

Which might just be the fate awaiting their future demise, when the bell tolls for them a second time, to die twice in one lifetime, and it won't even be out of their own choosing, but another matter-of-fact forced upon them, another burden to carry, another sacrifice in the name of the greater good.

Unlike you.

You who never forced them into anything.

Always phrased things as a suggestion.

Always asked them to move forward, never pulled them like a dog on a leash to fight their battles.

Became their strength from within, their voice of reason at times of strife.

You who never forced them into anything.

Kind, merciful, thought, pure hearted you.

You chose them to bless with your presence, your guidance, and your selfless labour.

Truly a guardian angel.

You who never forced them into anything.

You saw them as they are, understood them better than anyone else. Not as some tool to use for your own bidding like the council views them as, neither as a mascot to push more propaganda like the alliance have been shaping them up to be.

But as Shepard.

You who never forced them into anything.

With the sunrays peaking through the curtians, the sound of birds squeaking outside, and the sticky dryness of your eyes, you knew you've been staring at a screen too long for what's humanly recommended and socially acceptable.

It took you so many hours, a couple of open browser tabs with guides, but you've finally found all collectable ships and fish within the game.

All loyalty missions were taken care of, all dlc stories done.

Tomorrow, first thing after coming back from work, you're going to immediately book it to the Omega Relay.

Fuck the collectors, fuck the illusive man, and fuck this haunted savefile.

One last mission then it's goodbye ME2 and hello ME3!

-

"You really left me stranded with Garrus on the Citadel?? I mean, what were you thinking, Commander? What, so just because EDI can fly the ship, I'm suddenly disposable?"

"It was an urgent matter, you wouldn't understand. I had something important—"

"IMPORTANT?!" used to witnessing these arguments between these two by now, none of the Cerberus crew on the bridge were exactly phased by Joker's loud burst. "What could possibly be so important that you couldn't wait five minutes for the pilot of the damn ship."

"...."

"Yeah. Thought so. Listen, I know things been tough on you, coming back from the dead and all. But you're seriously starting to freak me out here, commander. This past month something about you just been... off"

"If I tell you, you'll think I'm a nutjob."

"Well, for one: I already think that. And two—" Joker covered the glowing orb of which EDI speaks from, to have an illusion of privacy as he lowered his voice. "Is this about what happened on Horizon? never took you for the type to get hung up over an ex. I could try to reach out and maybe arrange a reconcile dinner—"

"No. Absolutely not. I'll throw you out the airlock."

"Then spill already, Shepard. You're really giving thriller authors a run for their money."

"Fine. Tomorrow, left wing of the Presidium, 5 sharp."

"Nuh uh, you talk right here right now. How can I be sure you won't sneak off with my baby again and leave poor me to fend for himself on alien streets."

"Name your price."

"Your spectre access card, let me borrow it for a day"

"Joker—No. that's a federal crime."

"Umm no it's not? The Citadel isn't part of the federation. It's a galactic crime."

"That worse, you know that's worse right?"

"Then at least take me on a tour inside, please, been dying to know what goes on behind that freaky spectre access only door. Is it like a bdsm club with asari in full body leather carrying your guns around and—"

"No asari, just a shooting range, a terminal, and some screens. I think... a hanar urinal too. Very anticlimactic stuff, still wanna see it?

"duh?"

"you know what sure okay."