#cloudride

[tomayto-joe]

Being a little self indulgent starting today and posting a dnd backstory comic for my Air Genasi, CloudRide. I played in a campaign as him for 1 year with a friend before I had to leave. I enjoyed the table when I played at it and they are still going! He was a lost little guy abandoned by his mom. I really wanted to explore that but didn't get the chance to. I had made this little comic for him.

[emeraldbuilt]

@cloudrides LIKED FOR A ONE LINER

“ I'll need the blessing of a certain goddess, divine intervention. ”

[fksleep]

hc + scenery!

an african game hunter who once attempted to poach him had fittingly dubbed batman ' the dark demon of the concrete jungle ' during their first encounter. he couldn't have been more right.

as the dark knight and teru, he navigates neo-gotham like he owns the night (and you couldn't tell him otherwise). he's a natural creature of the urban landscape, freely moving through the streets and uncovering new knowledge about her, with a passionate interest, despite the looming dangers. while it was impossible to see the stars at night, every corner blasted him with neon lights. and he felt the rush from the thrumming activity pumping life into his body. being caught up in the mix of a sleepless city was like having an extra heart that was being routinely overworked.

even when he was stealing bikes and traversing the highways at breakneck speed in his youth, he was captivated by the illuminated skyscrapers, never once sparing a thought about the skyglow that drowned out the imagination of the intergalactic marvels beyond the city.

his neo-gothic sandbox was strange, deranged, and religiously transformative, as though its technological metamorphosis was the work of a cult worshiping a technophilic death god. it was scary like that. but teru, having spent too much time in solitary confinement due to constant squabbles in juvie, couldn't stand the idea of being cooped up at home, living life like a homebody. the very thought was suffocating. he enjoys getting lost in neo-gotham's dark beauty, breathing in its oppressive air as he gradually learns about the burgeoning tech that's dominating the city's identity while carving out his role as its protector.

that being said, even neo-gotham, the home that he can easily get lost in, can feel limited and is. it was because of his nocturnal 'job' that he was granted more opportunities than he had fingers to see the outside world. he dreams of a long vacation in a warm, fragrant setting like tahiti or bora bora. neo-gotham had her beaches, but burying his bare toes and fingers in white sands and having the chance to inhale natural air, in front of the sight of crystal-clear waters was a golden dream of his. bungalows, idyllic shorelines, and waterfalls? he would like to see it.

teru imagined it would be the time he had a chance to spend quality time with dana tan (or verse-dependent love interest) without answering the call that seemed to make him feel less human and more robotic as time went on. he wanted to be positioned in a comfortable place where he no longer had to break his heart or hers. a rich tropical paradise that offered serenity and colors that starkly contrasted the artificial lights that lit up a cold, metallic world is possible for him—it has to be. because he refuses to let his life fall into doom and gloom, replicating his predecessor. he won't deny himself connections and the chance to enjoy the sun and actually see the stars with his loved ones.

@cloudrides | hc word/sentence prompt.

[wrathbit]

❛❛ ah, @cloudrides you're looking ... electrifying. ❜❜ he waits a beat. ❛❛ get it ? . . . okay. not my best. have you done something different with your hair ? ❜❜ is the mask suddenly tighter ? 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙. spider-man coughs & rubs at the back of his neck. ❛❛ when you're flying, has anyone ever asked you ' how's the weather up there ' ? ❜❜

[alexsmmrs]

“ it doesn't always have to be you, you know? your shoulders aren't the only ones that can bear the weight of the world. ”

@cloudrides liked for a one-liner

[thesunriseorder]

--The Sunrise Master Post--

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[msmvrel]

“  are  you  sure  i'm  welcome  here  ?  i  know  i'm  half  mutant  and  all  but  it  just  feels  a  little  wrong  …  considering  i'm  only  half.  ” 

one  liner  call  ft.  @cloudrides

[telecuckoo]

she expressed little to no care in the world anymore. there was no feeling of remorse, sadness, happiness - just an empty pit. finding little things that may spark joy whether it be out of sincerity or cruelty ... something still felt better than nothing.

you have officially become a shell of a person, little diamond heart.

“ what did they do to you? ” @cloudrides

" they tried to put their grimy hands on me without permission. so disgusting! i live with a bunch of boys who act like they have been raised by a pack of wolves. " mental manipulation is their specialty and what the stepford cuckoos wants? they got! " it's a harmless prank, really. it's not like i'm exerting much power over them - it's just all in their head. "

[telep4thic]

ㅤㅤ" I don't know what I'm supposed to do , @cloudrides. I feel so lost all the time. " she turned to the woman , hands reaching for those of her friend. " it's not supposed to feel like this , right? "

[asgardsprotector]

“ do not worry! I'm on my best behavior. ” the asgardian would chuckle with a bright smile. " I don't seem to be brash when I'm around you, perhaps, you are a calming presence or keeping me in line from doing something crazy. " his boots walk across the cobblestones of Asgard where he showed her to the feasting hall with two chairs at the table. “ Almost as if you called ahead, but I made sure that there was room for both of us, quiet & perfect so you could talk. I tried my best to make sure the rowdy warriors didn't fill the hall. ”

“   not  a  king  yet,   but  close  enough  to  be  seen  as  such…   interesting.   “   curious  things.   she’d  heard  the  exact  opposite  ————her  mistake  for  following  case-files  instead  of  word  of  mouth.   speaking  of  such,   another  smile  granted  towards  ‘prince’  of  thunder:   a  gentleman,   how  lovely.     “    i  could  join  you  for  a  feast     …     pressing  matters  can  be  discussed  later.   although,   i  must  warn  you..   i  don’t  do  well  with  brash.   “    if  he  were  to  go,   clouds  would  roll  after  him.

[fksleep]

do i even wanna know?

batman hated complications—yes, it didn't take him to be sherlock holmes to realize he couldn't be 'the batman' without them, but when those complications turned into surprises that literally laughed in his face? it went without saying that it annoyed all proportions of reasonings out of him. he didn't like to be one-upped nor mocked for it, especially at the expense of lives. when he received word on the resurgence of a particular old pain in his ass, he was obligated to follow up on the tips he was handed after some 'persuasive negotiations'.

                  a part of him wish he hadn't.

                  the sight below must have sent a poisoned phantom fist straight through the belly of his armored layers—bypassing the complex web of reactive fibers that amplified his neuromuscular system—and rotted him with disgust. a knot tightened in his stomach, knocking around like someone was playing handball with it inside. jokerz, he thought. grimaldi gave clowns their first real stage, and the world hasn't been right since.

                  the density of mist obscured most of the shipyard's suspicious activities, blanketing the presence of the colorful dregs with a near-impenetrable void. from his high vantage point, the average naked eye could only perceive looming cranes and groaning hulls, half-swallowed by the ashen cloud.

                  but for batman, the haze was no hindrance. through the sleek, red devil-tinted visor of the batsuit, advanced filtration systems hummed lowly, parsing through the thick fog and peeling back the layers until he achieved picture-perfect clarity with the visual mode of his choice. thermal heat signatures by the hundreds bled around a blued-out backdrop of the shipyard. each living jitter-brained, clown-faced craplet's position was traced, and their conditions logged by the biofeedback sensors.

                  they were all too relaxed and jolly for his liking. it was as if the possibility of being hunted down by the winged black devil of the bright-eyed, soul-weary city was nothing to fret over. a once-frightening, albeit fleeting, thing of the past. they'd sorely be mistaken.

                  feeling slighted aside, he had to wonder beyond the decoded readings over their hearts' micro-fluctuations and investigate why they were so calm and composed, despite being so exposed, in the first place. what was filling them up with so much false sense of security that they felt bold enough to gather in droves, not thinking there'd be any consequence to their curious assclown convention? he had an uncomfortable itch in the back of his head, telling him that there was a nasty devil in the elaborated details in his tips, and he was led to this specific location on purpose.

                  slag it, it wouldn't be the first time i winged it through some stupid plot the bad guys dreamed up, he thought.

movement detected from above.

                  the hairs on the nape of his neck bristled as the a.i.'s voice sounded in his ear ( he made a mental note to check in with grayson later and see if the alfred voice change was available yet.). the batman's neck snapped to the sky, brandishing a pair of batarangs that slid smoothly to his fingers, as per his thought-driven commands of the suit's sophisticated system—his reaction time tuned exponentially past the best of nature's predators, courtesy of the micro-sensors and the neural interface's intimate engagement with his brain.

                  ❝ huh?! ❞ confused, he stared quizzically at the unexpected company descending to him. when he saw who it was, not only did he have more questions, his mind tricked him momentarily into thinking the electromagnetic pads on the soles of his feet ceased working and his legs turned into mushed noodles. obviously, he wouldn't have died if he somehow slipped off the hood of the batmobile, but he wouldn't have been saved from the embarrassment.

                  ❝ slow-pulse with the jump scares, 'queen'. i was almost too quick to give you a free haircut. not your schwayest look, but i think you could've pulled it off. ❞ he half-joked, lowering his arm by his side then. batman erected his posture and the muscles in his shoulders relaxed, but he still held fast to his batarangs. maybe it's the edge of old mentors rubbing off on him—that'd be a guess, and only a guess. personal experiences with heroes entering his city unannounced informed him it's healthy to remain guarded, even against the ones he liked. what was she doing here?

                  ❝ do you wanna know what? that now, i even have more reason to clean up my city's less-than-appealing tourist attractions? i didn't know i'd be playing host to a special guest tonight. you should've given me a ring so i could tidy up the place for you faster. ❞ more complications? just what i needed.

@cloudrides + i was a teenage slasher pt ii.

[bloodyshadow1]

I get people being sympathetic to the Rat grinders, I really do, but the way people will out right lie about canon to make the Bad Kids the villains. The Rat Grinders are kids, they're being groomed by charismatic and dangerous teachers who they trusted, they're corrupted by rage so they're not thinking straight. At the end of the day, that makes them cultists, pitiable and sympathetic, but still villains who are perfectly willing to create a hell on earth for the plan.

I've seen posts condemning the bad kids for killing the rat grinders, I've seen posts calling the Bad Kids bullies this season, I've seen posts that blame the Bad Kids for the whole thing saying the rat grinders are just kids who are being tricked. It's all bullshit, whatever your headcanons, whatever your feelings on the Rat Grinders, they're not the good guys here and are very much the villains this season.

The bad kids killed the 3 of the rat grinders this fight, Ivy, Oisin, and Ruben. No, they didn't stop to try and reach out to them, to try and make them see the light. The Rat Grinders are trying to condemn a whole town to become the domain of a the new god of rage and murder a goddess to usurp her domain. They are high level with the capacity to cast 9th level spells regardless of their hp, with two epic level pc's with super abilities that normal class features don't cover. If the Bad Kids hesitated they would be dead, they knew that, the Rat grinders tried to murder them little over an hour ago. They've hated the bad kids for years and now decided to make their vendetta known, they fucked around and found out.

Which leads me to my second point, the Bad Kids are not bullying the Rat grinders. They're not pleasant to the rat grinders, but you don't have to be nice to the people who hate you. Other than Fig, who I will admit was messed up with how she treated Ruben this year, but also the Rat Grinders did something similar, they were just bad at it, the Bad Kids mostly ignored the Rat grinders. The worst thing the other bad Kids do to the Rat Grinders is make fun of Kipperlily's name, that's it. They don't even do it in front of other students, unless they legitimately forget her name, other than that it's only in front of each other or not other students like Alewyn or Jawbone. It's not great, but that is literally all they have done.

The Rat grinders however, have done all they could to make themselves enemies of the Bad Kids. Ivy was a mean racist bitch who helped steal the cloudrider engine and place pingpong balls all over seacaster manor for the plan. Ruben tried to get the bad kids to take drugs knowing it would get them in trouble. He intentionally had frosty fair held at Gorgug's home to corrupt it, putting not only Gorgug's family in danger but countless other people. Sure Jace had a hand in that, but at best Ruben was an accomplice. Buddy was a smug creep who vandalized Kristen's locker, threatened her brother, and demeaned her and her goddess, without being corrupted by rage. Mary Ann legitimately didn't do anything wrong this season she was just there and did her best on the field as she was supposed to (not even saying this as a joke, she has literally done nothing bad on screen so it's hard to judge her like the rest). But Oisin tried to honey pot Adaine the first week of school, stole the cloudrider engine and the pingpong ball trap, and sent a whole pack of dragons on them to murder them and hundreds of other kids. Kipperlily has been goading the bad kids since the first day of school, she has tried every dirty trick to try and win. She has murdered people, not even people affiliated with the bad kids, but people like Buddy who was on her side, she's tried to murder the bad kids or at least make sure it's harder for them to come back to life if they die, she's stolen from them, she's tried to kill them, she's done everything bad the fans have accused the bad kids of but worse.

And that's just the Rat Grinder's individually. Why are the Bad Kids monsters for killing dangerous people who have tried to kill them, but the Rat Grinders aren't? The Rat Grinders literally tried to commit mass murder of their school a little more than an hour. 500 students of the Aguefort adventuring academy were in Seacaster manor when it was brought into the sky and beset by dragons. 500 innocent bystanders, almost all children, half of them younger than both parties.

I'll get to the rage stars in another post, but I just want to finish this off with, the Rat Grinders are kids, kids who are being groomed by evil men and corrupted by magic. But the Bad Kids are just kids too. They're kids who have been specifically targeted by the rat grinders. The rat grinders started this feud, the Bad Kids retaliated and were better at it. If you're going to take a shot at the king you better not miss, and the rat grinders have been missing their shots this whole season. I don't get why people are blaming the bad kids for trying to save the world but it pisses me off. I apologize for the rant but the tag is for everyone

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[rvndrkhlme]

SHE'S BECOME their villain at some point along the way . the duplicitous one . the outlaw . so be it . if that's what they need , then they can have it . she'll be that for them . but it means , very simply , that they don't particularly get along . so her walls are up , the idea of one of them near her raising her hackles , since it's so terribly rare their interactions go well . not that raven starts it off in a positive way , but it's easier to push them away first , give them the version of her they want .

sometimes they work together , of course . times when their goals align . and the fight that they fought was brutal , the wounds shared deep and painful . the wall mystique herself had been slammed against didn't necessarily take her entirely out of the fight , but pushing herself past her limits probably hadn't helped either . her breathing is reedy from her lips , and there's a fear in her that it's going to heal the wrong way .

despite her protestations , ororo comes to her , words harsh but brooking no argument , even though mystique is about to . but she's given no time before the woman's hand is hovering over her body and she feels her ribs cracking again in order to align them back in place and raven can't hold the shout of ❝ FUCK ! ❞ that passes her lips , back arching as she hisses .

❝ jesus fucking christ , warn a woman next time , ❞ she growls through clenched teeth . ❝ i didn't even know you could do that . ❞

@rvndrkhlme  asked: “ i've been taking care of myself for a long time. i don’t need your help, and i definitely don’t need your pity. fuck off. ”

tilt  of  the  head  stops  storms  from  rolling  in;   the  outburst  alone  is  childish  at  best,   disrespectful  at  worst,   but  gracefully  chosen  to  be  ignored.   blue—woman  is  lucky  her  mercy  trumps  her  rage:   hand  hovers  over  mystique’s  chest,   atoms  are  tearing  themselves  apart  to  rebuild—————what  an  agony  of  existence  in  blue  but  this..   is  something  knew.   knelt  next  to  fellow  mutant,   standard  vital  check  performed..    (    a  rib  or  two  is  fractured  &  misplaced  that  threatens  to  puncture  a  lung,   blood  pressure  is  much  higher  than  it  needs  to  be  save  for  the  untended  wounds  that  continue  to  seep  life—blood…   &  healing  factor  didn’t  seem  to  be  working  fast  enough,   )   combat  of  her  down  device,   of  course.   &   storm’s  face  says  it  all.   pursued  lips  formulating  a  frown,   scrunch  in  her  brow,     tension  in  the  fingers…     this  isn’t  good.   anything  revolving  them  in  close  proxy  wasn’t  good.     there’s  a  sigh  enough  to  change  the  tide,     “   i  did  not  ask  nor  do  i  pity  you  in  any  way  shape—or—form.   “   goddess—in—waiting  tries  not  to  let  emotions  ripple  through  her  word:   she’s  stern,   calculated,   the  wrath  of  others  should  be  beneath  her.   yet,   she’s  fiercely  human.   it  crackles  in  the  night—sky,   in  the  campfire,   in  a  pokerface  she’s  desperately  trying  to  keep.     still,   she  tries  to  reason.   hesitation  rampant  in  her  next  hymn,   “   we  know  you’re  strong,   everyone  knows  you’re  strong.   that  is  not  & never will be in  question.   “   there’s  a  pause:   a  moment  where  she  does  almost  slip  into…   sympathy  for  the  opposer.   but  that’s  not  what  mystique  wants,   she  straightens  up…   beginning  again,     “   ——————but  receiving  aid  does  not  make  you  weak,   denying  it  does.   “ 

[chekhovs-marbles]

Okay I know it's probably just story reasons that Brennan broke the cloudrider engine at the beginning of the season so TBK would know it existed but part of me wants to believe TRG (or at least the non-kipperlillys lol) broke it as a way to point TBK towards what was going to happen.

Also hilarious that Sprak even said "this could probably hold the hangman" and no one out it together.

[fillingthescrapbook]

Let's Talk About: Fantasy High Junior Year and A Very Merry Moonar Yulenear

This episode was packed! And not just because it was three hours long--

I can't believe we're already eleven episodes in. So few episodes left--and so much of the mystery is still left to unravel! I have to say: I think this has been the most complicated plot Brennan has unleashed on our Intrepid Heroes so far. Or, at the very least, the first one that he hasn't really peppered with NPCs that help guide the players into uncovering plot threads. I love the trust.

I also love that our Intrepid Heroes are very smart people who are really great at playing this game. And this episode has them really hitting it out of the park.

That said, I am very concerned about some of the things that are being revealed (and reinforced):

One. Why does it feel like Henry Hopclap having one of Grix's motherboard feel like a red herring? Zac/Gorgug didn't investigate further, and I don't know if he mentioned what he saw to the other Bad Kids, but I think Henry might be doing some investigating of his own. Because why did Grix go haywire?

Siobhan as Adaine being made to realize that she had all the resources she needed to research Fig's curse the whole time (in Zayn and in Aelwyn) feels like a callback to how Aelwyn played her in Freshman Year--and I suspect that Brennan is setting something up for Adaine.

Hallariel reiterating that Fabian shouldn't host parties at the Seacaster Manor feels ominous. And I want to know why. I feel like the destroyed cloudrider with a missing component plays into this.

And I loved seeing Ally as Kristen (and Lou) realize that Tracker's wolf-song religion got coopted by a megachurch for some nefarious reason that we will soon find out about.

Also: Oh no, Tracker has a type.

Emily and Murph really are out of this world when playing together. The way they chew on Brennan's mystery at the Loam Farm, and then at Fallinell… They're so quick. Chef's kiss.

And Fig's gift to Kristen being so clutch? And Adaine's gift to Fabian and Gorgug's gift to Fig immediately getting used for plot purposes? Amazing. Wonderful. Gorgeous!

I love how the Bad Kids and the Hallow Stones reminded me so much of The Doctor's last stand at the Stonehenge when the Pandorica opened. That probably wasn't intentional but I loved it so much.

And then Baron's return? Wowza.

Wowza.

Whale fall is kinda like Burning Man.