#enigma of chaos and randomness

[universalzones]

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I would be offended if I didn't see it myself. Here's hoping you aren't counting the trait of him being endlessly annoying. I'm gonna go of a scoring system out of ten for me and give you a... eight out of ten. Now if you'll please being the process of completing my 1000 Tumblr Provisions which begins as thus.

[florainkingdom]

Behind the Scenes with Mary

"Gotta say, you're treating me right over here mun. Keep up the good work!"

Best enjoy it before Mystana starts being a pain in your head. More than she already is.

[smol-tactician]

HmmmMMMMmmmMmM

Langa: You think if we tell people that skittles are made out of rainbow tears they'll believe it?

Reki who was working on something: ... What the actual fuck is wrong with you?

Langa: Like hear me out, when rainbows cry the tears would fall down as different colors right? That's why there's different flavors!

Reki: you better be glad I put the wrench down and that I had too much coffee to not listen to you, why the fuck would the tears taste like fruits?

Langa: Because rainbows are gay-

Reki: FOR FUCKS SAKE LANGA- THEY CAN'T EVEN CRY!

Langa: Why did you wait till now to mention that?

Reki: GOD DA- GET OUT!

Many hours later

Reki still thinking about it against his will: I just wanna drink water and not THINK ABOUT THIS

[ramons-elevator]

Fuck it. Appreciation Post for the amazing QSMP admins.

Heres a list of just a small bit of the amazing shit that they did on/for the QSMP and its players:

Made a huge prison/event for Pac e Mike which later turned into a job for Fit for his lore

Helping Foolish out with his Titan by raising it up, lighting it up, and even making sure the brightness of the light blocks where okay for him

Listening to Fit and Phil the day the task was "Make a grappling squawk" and made it interesting with Walter Bob delivering the news

Making Gegg a reality and letting him run for president

Every event is so cool no matter how big or small. The dungeons the The Jaidens did was so fun and interesting. Every new players event is always chaos but very detailed. Even making stuff for French Independence day and the 4th of July so people could experience each other's cultures.

The amazing wedding cake and rings for Cellbit and Roier's wedding

Helping Tazercraft with the Hide and Seek Arena and making the code so they can actually play hide and seek easier

Giving Charlie, Roier, and Max (idk if theres more) key binds so they easily switch their skins and their names in game

The little jokes/ nods to stuff that happens on the server. Like the day after Missa came back and failed a water bucket clutch, they made one of the tasks "Have a water bucket competition".

Them elaborating on stuff that happens on the server. For instance, Bad putting up mini bulletin board at spawn so they keep everyone updated. So the admins started putting the newspaper there so people could see and be updated.

Philza found an insane mob that basically soft locked your game and Phil messaged the admins telling them that information, to which they immediately disabled the mob.

The side NPCs that everyone fall in love with them. From Walter Bob, a random admin who they let the players create a story and love for, to the Capybaras, which are basically the admins having fun but turned into them having their own lore.

The insane enigmas they make for Cellbit and the story it tells. They make the puzzles very detailed and sometimes can hint to other stories.

Fucking making Felps a new member

Making a button so people like Cellbit who frequently switch between Portuguese and English dont have to constant fiddle with the settings and can just switch easily

The fucking insane shit they do with Max and his story is so cool. From what Ive seen, they give him so much room and freedom to make what he wants. Im always so impressed by whatever Max does and the things he does with this server.

They make sure everyone's lore/story is seen/heard and also try to connect the lore together. From what I have seen, nothing is half assed. Cellbit finding books about a powerful weapon? It is used to trap Pac and Etoiles had to go through the nether to get the shield to counter the sword.

Lastly, just listening to the members and hearing their concerns while also letting them having fun. They joke with the members/audience, but also hearing them out when they think something is unjustified.

The admins care so much for this server and put so much work and love for it. I hope they know it never goes unappreciated or looked over.

[frozenfries]

Cozy Café : A VALORANT Headcanon

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written for this game, but inspiration struck at a random time. This totally hasn’t been sitting in my drafts since last January

Prompt: If the agents worked at a café, what would their roles and/or signature drink be?

Amidst the chaos of battle, a quaint café stands as a sanctuary for the weary agents. Here, they can take refuge from their high-stakes duels, and trade their weapons for aprons to pursue a different kind of mission: the art of brewing the perfect cup of coffee.

Phoenix: with his vibrant personality and quick reflexes, he’s the charismatic face of the café. Entertaining customers with his barista skills comes naturally as he conjures up dazzling coffee concoctions with a flair of his hand, a burst of flame and a confident grin. His signature drink, The Ignition Latte, is a fiery blend that invigorates even the most exhausted of patrons. Jett: agile on and off the battlefield, she brings her lightning-fast speed and precision to the café. With a swift motion of her finger, she effortlessly crafts delicate latte art, transforming each cup into its own masterpiece. Her Cloud Burst Cappuccino is a smooth delight, creating a moment of feather-light happiness for those who drink it. Viper: the formidable chemist brings her scientific expertise to the world of coffee. With a touch of her gloved hand, she infuses her creations with unique flavors and aromas, leaving customers in awe. Her Venomous Mocha is a mysterious blend that tantalizes the taste buds and leaves a lingering, addictive aftertaste. Sage: with her nurturing personality and herbal knowledge, she adds a touch of serenity to the café and its menu. Her Rejuvenation Tea is a calming infusion that restores both body and mind, providing a moment of tranquility amidst the chaos of everyday. Omen: ever the enigma, he brings an air of mystery to the café. With a flick of his wrist, he conjures up ethereal and smoky concoctions, leaving people wondering how he manages to capture such unique flavors. His Shadowy Cold Brew is a chilling experience that takes customers on a journey through darkness and light. KAY/O: the robotic agent assists in the day-to-day operations of the café, precisely measuring ingredients, ensuring efficiency, and maintaining the coffee shop's cutting-edge technology. KAY/O's presence adds a futuristic touch to the atmosphere, making customers feel like they've stepped into a realm where man and machine coexist harmoniously. Sova: a master archer, you can find him behind the counter carefully crafting his signature drink, The Tracker's Shot: a potent blend of espresso and a hint of blueberry syrup, topped with a delicate foam art of a wolf's paw print. Sova takes great pride in his creation, often using it as a conversation starter with customers, enthralling them with tales of his adventures in the wilderness. Cypher: the watchful surveillance expert provides security for the establishment. He has a keen eye for detail, which translates seamlessly into his signature drink, The Watchful Eye Latte: a meticulous combination of steamed milk, a shot of espresso, and a dash of vanilla spice syrup, served with a meticulous swirl of latte art depicting an intricate camera lens.

Chamber: the polished agent with a mysterious past has a taste for the unconventional, which is reflected in his signature creation, The Trademark Mocha: a rich concoction of dark chocolate, a double shot of espresso, and a hint of cinnamon, sprinkled with a dash of edible gold glitter that gives it an otherworldly shimmer.

Astra: with the ability to infuse her cosmic energy into any environment, she can elevate even a simple drink into an otherworldly experience. The Celestial Brew starts with a base of rich, smooth espresso, followed by a fusion of steamed milk and vanilla syrup, creating a swirling galaxy effect. To top it off is a dollop of homemade lavender-infused whipped cream, a touch of stardust and a sprinkle of edible glitter.

[chefkids]

what do you think is going to happen to ebraheim in s3 :(

Grief and loss is a big part of the series with the loss of Mikey obviously, Sydney's mom, and now Marcus' mom, but we don't talk enough about Ebra who objectively has had it worst and seen horrific things. Everyone loves to talk about how Carmy is so traumatized, but Ebra literally lived through a Civil War.

He is a refugee from Somalia, we've seen him share little bits of information about his past, like his family meal suqaar, or when they were talking about forming a brigade he mentioned his time being in a brigade during the Somali Civil War. In Review when he's helping Richie after he got stabbed, he tells him the story of Black Hawk down battle of Mogadishu.

He definitely has some level of PTSD, he didn't want to wear a uniform at culinary school, and Tina had to reassure him that it "was not that kind of uniform" and then when she said there were a lot of Sydney's in culinary school he told her "Don't look them in the eyes." But honestly seems to handle things pretty well and is generally unphased by the chaos of the kitchen. Carmy clearly also has some PTSD from his traumatic upbringing that makes him panic, and I think they both find comfort in the kitchen but in different ways. Ebra enjoys the chaos and loudness while Carmy is about the perfectionism and order.

He was also arguably one of the nicer people to Sydney from the start and respected her quickly, I think because she reminded him of Tina in a way with how assertive she is but still looks out for people. He's also a feminist icon. He also knew they needed help and Carmy wasn't cutting it. He quickly saw the good in her by how she was giving confidence to Marcus. He was the one reading the review and being excited for Sydney and for The Beef getting positive recognition. He was happy to see it change for the better because he cares a lot about The Beef.

But seeing turn into something completely different and riskier with The Bear is scary for him and he didn't really feel like he was changing with the place and felt like he was getting left behind. He was very close with Mikey and worked there for decades, so hopefully we see them together in Mikey's flashbacks. He was also very worried about Carmy messing up the place and the system. I'm sure we'll get more Tina Ebra shenanigans, I think Ebra is a bit of enigma who is always going to be throwing in random bits of his dark lore. He's going to be in charge of the sandwich window in the back when it opens. He was the only one still wearing The Beef uniform, he's an embodiment of the past. But it's not just The Beef that is changing, the entire neighborhood is. I think the window in the back and the main kitchen are going to kind of battle it out. The Beef already has an established clientele and regulars, which are quite a different demographic than the people who are likely to dine at The Bear and it's going to be interesting to see how they all fit in together in Season 3.

[usedtobethelegendcreator]

If we take both the pilot and the show into account, we get a very complicated picture of who, exactly, knows who and/or what Alastor is.

The Pilot

When Charlie is talking to Vaggie after answering the door, she says “The Radio Demon is at the door,” and she mimes a smile. She doesn’t know his name, just his title, and the fact that he smiles a lot. And when she goes back to the door, Alastor introduces himself by name.

Vaggie clearly knows who he is, and knows his name as well. She also knows some of his backstory. She tells Angel Dust that he’s a “violent monster of chaos” and that they shouldn’t get involved with him unless they want to “be erased”. This implies that Alastor is perfectly capable of destroying other demons—but the involvement of angelic steel is not known. Now, we have to take into account that Vaggie probably doesn’t know all of this personally, and doesn’t have the full story. In fact, she says something that might contradict the backstory we get in “Dad Beat Dad”: Vaggie says “They started calling him the Radio Demon,” as if everyone already knew it was him. Meanwhile, Mimzy says “That’s when Alastor revealed himself as the Radio Demon.” So—did everyone know from the get-go, or was it a reveal? More on that and Mimzy later.

Angel Dust, who has been in Hell longer than Vaggie, doesn’t know anything, saying that he isn’t “big on politics”.

Husk and Niffty obviously know what he is, considering he owns their souls, but Husk is terrified to the point of shaking when Alastor goes into his true form. And he clearly knew what he was getting into when he made the deal in the first place, even if Alastor was still relatively tiny (compared to his true form) when it was made.

We also see random demons watching Charlie on the news with Alastor among them. Now, the average demon’s reaction to the Radio Demon is “Oh shit,” so what’s up with that? They might not have seen him. Or…maybe they didn’t recognize him in that form. More on that later.

The Show

Now, we get to Sir Pentious. Oh god. Sir Pentious. He knows Alastor’s name, and has battled him “like, twenty times”. He was so bad at it that Alastor doesn’t remember him, even though “I literally attacked you last week.” But when Sir Pentious apologizes to him in the same episode, he says “Mister Radio Demon Sir”. So, did he or did he not know what Alastor was? Well, he might not have known that Alastor was the Radio Demon until Alastor went apeshit on him for ripping his coat. All he seems to know is that, if he defeats Alastor, the “almighty Vees” will finally see him as their equal. Sir Pentious looked up at him and said “Oh shit,” like he hadn’t thought there would be consequences. This shows us that Sir Pentious:

1. Didn’t know Alastor was the Radio Demon, and

2. Only realized it when he saw Alastor’s true form.

So, it seems to be based on form. Alastor is usually in his day-to-day form (since it would be very bothersome going around in his true form), and he never introduces himself as the Radio Demon. He seems to have the general population of Hell fooled by his form. After all, in “Dad Beat Dad”, Mimzy says “At first, people wanted to dismiss him.” So when Alastor revealed himself to Sir Pentious, Sir Pentious got the ultimate “Oh shit” moment of his life.

The other Overlords keep confusing me. Zestial, who is ancient as fuck, says Alastor has been “an enigma” since he manifested, so even Zestial doesn’t know what’s up with him. No one, not even Zestial, knows how he got so powerful so quickly. “T’would be grander folly by far to assume the workings of your mind, Alastor,” indeed. So, in essence, no one knows what the fuck Alastor is up to or thinking at any given time, and it’s seen as a bad idea to try to outplay him. And, given his history with taking down Overlords, he’s the wild card of any battle. But Carmilla Carmine, at least, wasn’t wondering where he’d gone for seven years. Did that absence make the other Overlords (except for Zestial and Rosie, at least) forget how terrifying he can be? Forget how he has a reputation for taking down “heavy hitters” like themselves? Or have they been assured that they won’t be his victims?

Because Velvette says “They’re all a joke.” In front of Alastor. The demon known for taking down Overlords. Yeah. Not a good move there, girl, especially when that “joke” scared Vox shitless a week ago. So either Velvette is too “respectless” for her own safety, or she genuinely doesn’t think Alastor is a threat.

Well, we do know Alastor has some kind of moral code. Maybe the Overlords there know they don’t match his MO, to the point where they feel comfortable. I mean, Rosie is obviously excepted from any danger from him, which is an assurance no other Overlord has. But Velvette is in deep shit if she does that again, especially considering what Alastor tells Husk in “Dad Beat Dad”. “If you ever say that again, I will tear your soul apart and broadcast your screams for every other disrespectful wretch who dares to question me.” He doesn’t need their soul to do it, considering Alastor did the same thing to random Overlords.

Disrespectful. “Dares to question me.” Yeah. Velvette is fucked, and not in the fun way.

Mimzy, on the other hand, has a much closer view of things. She’s known Alastor since they were alive, so it’s safe to say she knows him pretty well. She knows a much more detailed version of Alastor’s…escapades, since she was there. Instead of the cut-out style Vaggie used in the pilot, it seems that Mimzy remembers it personally.

So. Mimzy. She knows Alastor is the Radio Demon. She’s likely seen his true form a million times. She repeatedly brings her problems to him so he can clean up her mess, and Alastor puts up with it because it’s a “chance to let off steam”. It’s gotten to the point where she genuinely isn’t scared of him. So if Mimzy brings her problems to Alastor, the Radio Demon, why haven’t her ‘problems’ learned not to fuck with her?

Her problems likely didn’t live to tell the tale.

And okay. I have no idea why Lucifer, the King of Hell, is clueless.

He doesn’t know who Alastor is, to the point of asking if he’s the bellhop. He doesn’t know what Alastor is, at least until Alastor says “A reminder to all: not to mess with the Radio Demon!” And he doesn’t know what the Radio Demon is or Alastor’s reputation because he missed Mimzy’s monologue…and also because he seems to have spent most of his time hanging out with his wife. There is no other way the King of Hell would not know it’s a bad idea to try to get a rise out of Alastor. And a worse idea to call him tacky.

Cherri Bomb hasn’t really interacted with Alastor yet, so we don’t know what she knows.

Adam obviously didn’t know who Alastor was (“Who the fuck are you?”) even after all those exterminations, so it’s safe to say none of Heaven knows. The only angel present when Alastor introduced himself was Adam, and Adam’s dead. And note that Alastor still didn’t introduce himself as the Radio Demon, so Heaven still doesn’t know that either. He seems to be setting himself up as a secret weapon.

Oh, but it doesn’t end there. Adam made a couple comments that seem to be personal, but then again, it’s Adam. He may have just made assumptions. “Jazz is for pussies”? “Radio is fucking dead”? Hmmm. Who knows what Adam really knew? Did Lillith, who was apparently in Heaven the whole time, ever tell him anything? And if Lillith told Adam, why wouldn’t she tell Lucifer?

Questions, questions.

Who knows?

[mara-tevith-solo]

It Takes Two

This is my second failed attempt to do a short, simple one-shot for this guy, Jeez Louise. Enjoy! Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: Eventual Miguel O’Hara x Enhanced ex-Avenger Reader

Warnings: They’re idiots, full dance around your feelings and gaslight yourself about them idiots, injury, blood, violence, mention of miscarriage, Concussion Confessions, Mayday being a cutie pie, Peter B being the Dad, use of Spanish as a none-native speaker but i tried finding actual Mexican Spanish terms 

Rated: PG-13 but still, please no minors

Words: 1.6k+

Miguel O'Hara was an enigma. At least to you he was. To everyone else he was stern, stoic, even unpleasant and harsh. To you he was... different. It's hard to ever imagine the man as soft, but with you he very much was. He was always making sure that you were alright, that your workload wasn't more than you could comfortably handle, that your mental and physical health stayed a priority to you. He even went out of his way to make sure you never skipped a meal, especially when you were so thrown into a project that you forgot what day it was.

You weren't even supposed to be there, in the Spider Society. You weren't a Spider-Person. You were an enhanced ex-Avenger from Earth-199999 that he'd... taken pity on? You weren't even sure why he'd initially invited you to join the Society. No one was, not even Lyla. You just knew that he had a habit of seeking out your proximity, even if neither of you said a word.

"Y/n! There you are! Get suited up! Boss man needs you on deck!" Peter B materialized in front of you as you worked on a random engine you'd found lying around, earning a small yip and a quick juggling of the wrench you'd been using. Mayday found it entertaining at least, giggling her cute little cheeks off and clapping her little hands.

"B, you're lucky I like your kid, 'cause sometimes I'd like to sucker punch you whenever you scare me." You were joking, of course, and he knew it too, chuckling as he stroked May's fiery mane.

"Oh no. Can't have me face the consequences of my own actions. That would end the world!" His sarcasm kept her little giggles going as he lifted her high in the air. You couldn't name the intense emotion blooming in your chest in that moment, it was consuming and aching, like a sailor's widow looking for him to return every day up on a windy cliff. It felt like something was getting sucked through your chest as your gaze on the little toddler turned melancholy. Peter B was many things, and surprisingly observant was definitely one of them, though he had more than enough practice when Mary Jane was pregnant. He knew longing when he saw it, and he'd seen it on you more than once when interacting with Mayday, though he could swear they were getting less frequent and less intense the more time you spent with his little bundle of joy. He knew your life hadn't been all sunshine and roses, he knew that you'd once been expectant of your own little bundle, but Thanos had brutally taken that from you to hurt your then husband. And when you thought no one was looking, he saw the glances you centered on Miguel. "They're gonna be ready to go here soon, so you should get a scuttle on." He hinted with a warm half-smile.

You snapped out of your daze with a solid nod, offering the Spider and Spiderling a warm smile before quickly making your way to Miguel's office, where you knew that the tall futuristic man liked to start from. It didn't take you long to get there, your mask in hand as his gaze found you over the heads of the others, warming to a garnet shade from its usual intense ruby "Now that we're all here, we need to get a move on. Remember, we're dealing with two different Doc Ocks this time." Everyone nodded to him in understanding, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before a portal appeared with a deep thrum.

The city on the other side was in chaos, several flipped and destroyed cars on fire, people running and screaming in all directions, understandably so. Jess already had wheels on the ground, waiting for you as you hopped on the back and crouched, ready for her to slingshot you at the closest adversary. Your Volto mask suddenly felt claustrophobic, cutting off part of your peripheral vision, but right then wasn't the time to fix it. The click of the gearbox was your only warning that you were about to be catapulted, Jess bringing the bike down to neutral as she kicked out the backend right as you jumped, sending you sailing through the air and into an Ock who looked like he'd come straight from a silent hill horror film. He cried out in frustration as you latched onto him, immediately dodging his bladed mechanical arms, coated in fresh blood as you began scrambling to disable the arms. "Get off of me you halfwit!" He snarled at you with a voice like gravel and grit, the flash of his teeth reminding you of a shark's.

"Not until you stop rampaging in the wrong Universe, genius!" You snapped back, ducking wildly to avoid getting scalped. Other Spiders joined you, red and white webs trying to take control of his arms so that you could work in relative peace. You had the tip of your knife in the neural link, prying it out of his flesh as he began crying in pain and fear, his arms whirring and snapping frantically, trying to get to you. A strangled cry was your only warning before something solid hit you like a freight train, sending you flying away from the fight, a weird pressure just under your right collarbone, one that simultaneously stung and felt cold. You didn't have time to contemplate why as your back made hard contact with a concrete pillar, knocking the breath from your lungs without mercy as you fell the short distance to the ground.

Your ears were ringing so loudly you almost forgot what sounds were, your eyelids too heavy to work properly as you struggled for breath. You were in pain, bone deep, radiating pain that made you want to curl into a ball and sleep for a year as you laid there on your side in the dirt. You tried getting up on your hands and knees in a bid for air and to relieve some of the pain, your ears still ringing and your eyes barely opening, but blinding, shooting pain on the right side of your chest stopped you in your tracks. You could hear someone shouting, you couldn't hear what they were saying as your fight for air became more desperate, something rattling in your chest with every attempt. Your eyes finally opened fully as hands made contact, large warm hands that helped to center you against the pain. Miguel was crouched over you, his mask still in place but you could see the panic in the eyes of it "...'me on! You can do it, Y/n! Just one breath." You were shocked at how panicked he sounded as the ringing dissipated, but your body obeyed, sucking in a ragged, greedy lung full of air before repeating the process over and over. "Good, good. Buena chica."

You watched as he shrunk in on himself, taking big breathes of his own, his relief clear "Miguel..." You breathed, licking your lips under your mask "did we..."

"We got 'em." He nodded, one of his hands petting your hair "Let's get you back home." He was gentle as he picked you up, cradling you as close to his chest as he could, not letting anyone take you when they offered. He was adamant that none of them could see how afraid to lose you he'd suddenly been, how afraid that he had lost you he'd been. He couldn't stop that small vibrating purr he made as your head tucked itself in the crook of his neck, his hands clutching you closer in silent response. He felt guilty, like absolute shit, that you'd gotten hurt because his web had snapped, that little voice that liked to reside in the back of his mind telling him that you needed to go back to your Universe and stay there, that you'd be safer there. But the more rational part of him reasoned that at that moment, he needed to focus on getting you to medical, getting you better. He'd deal with the after later. "Stay awake, Cielo. Need you to stay awake right now." He could feel your breathes beginning to deepen, feel you relaxing into him more than you should have as he stepped through the portal.

"'M so tired, Mig." You mumbled your argument, nuzzling your masked face deeper into his neck "'N you're so comfy."

Any other situation he would have found somewhere comfortable for him and taken a nap with you, held you the entire time. But you were hurt, concussion was too heavy a possibility for him to just let you rest "No, come on, Y/n. You need to stay awake a bit longer. We're almost there." He let his concern and fear temper his tone, trying to get your hurt brain to understand the severity of the situation.

"You worry too much, Mig." You hummed softly, your filter long gone and your ability to worry about it gone with it "You should relax, you're so pretty when you smile." He couldn't feel your dopey little smile, but he could certainly hear it, feel how it made his heartrate spike wildly. His mind felt frozen, unable to fully process that you at the very least liked his smile.

"You're delirious." He huffed as he quickened his pace, trying to pass off your words as just concussed nonsense.

"Maybe," You conceded "but it doesn't change the fact that I've had the biggest crush on you this past year." He wondered, in his stuttering thoughts, if you realized that you were admitting all of that to him, if you were aware of what that mouth of yours was doing.

He was relieved as he passed the threshold of the Medical Wing, several Spider-Doctors rushing to take you from him "We'll talk about this when you're better, Cielo. Until then, survive." Without another word he was passing you to the nearest medical professional and watching as they whisked you away as quickly as possible, talking in medical jargon that he couldn't fully understand.

[puzzleddonkey]

Rabbid Lore Headcanon: Hopefully Close As Possible To Canon With Some Insane Reaches

Rabbids are an enigma, a majority of their lore being unclear or completely insane, very fitting with the lore of their home planet (Glade of Dreams) which is just as difficult to make sense of, their oddities being especially prominent in the environment their franchise has settled into (Earth). As completely random and inconsistent as the lore appears to be, I do think there's a good amount of consistency that can paint a decent picture of what is there to know about rabbids, their history, biology, psychology, sociology, so on and so forth. But that picture varies from person to person, so I'll just be sharing my picture based on what I've seen across all of rabbid media (adverts, games, cartoons, books, and merchandise). A lot of it is going to be speculation since despite all there is to work with, almost none is outright explained or clarified, and I doubt it ever will be. But despite that, I hope to make my headcanon as close to canon as possible, even if some assumptions of rabbid lore were plucked out of thin air. Each topic will be linked to separate posts, this post acting as an introduction and table of contents. As a heads up, this blog will be updated regularly and I may get explicit with descriptions, mind my shaky grammar my 3 rotted braincells are trying their best.

What Are Rabbids?

Rabbids are an advanced race of anthropomorphic rabbit-like creatures with an intense temperament, their screaming, violence, and red eyes being the traits they're especially known for. Their antagonistic schemes on the Glade and Earth are played out as an alien invasion on par with Mars Attacks and Killer Klowns of Outer Space (without the gore that is, the focus most of all being very crude humor and chaos. Though Ubisoft was once close to releasing a mature rabbids game with slasher elements, unfortunately it had been scrapped so there will no longer be Killer Rabbids From Outer Space. Even so, the concept art and teasers published are still spectacular). On the Glade, they were deformed critters who emerged from the earth with no warning, bearing alien-like weaponry intent on taking over the planet. On Earth, they've come from outer space, using similar methods with a very similar goal.

Why Are Rabbids On Earth?

While including Earth seems like a strange move, the Rayman franchise had already established not only the existence of Earth but the fact that Rayman seems to have some ties there as well. How? That's a whole different topic to dig through, but overall, rabbids targeting Earth is not too far-fetched, especially Rayman's involvement in trying to thwart their plots again after having stopped them from taking over the Glade (based on the events of Rayman Raving Rabbids on the Gameboy Advanced). This time, however, Rayman's efforts would be in vain, the rabbids successfully conquering the planet and making it their home. Surprisingly they wouldn't change a thing about the planet, having found the cultures so fascinating that they completely assimilated into them, their culture becoming that of human culture. Instead of taking humanity's place as dominant mammal, they've decided to coexist with them to humanity's dismay. While the human race as a whole was panicked at first by the sudden and violent takeover, they would be just as quick to adjust and eventually perceive rabbids as nothing more than a nuisance, just enough to create a whole new workforce, Rabbid Verminators, introduced in Rabbids Go Home, and the SGAII-RD (the Secret Government Agency for the Investigation of Intruders - Rabbid Division), introduced in the Rabbids Invasion Case Files books. Whether this startlingly quick shift is a result of human nature (getting bored with major events after enough time has passed), human governments being extremely efficient in convincing citizens that they're mere pests that are to be ignored (either from the purposeful spread of propaganda or because their incompetence in handling the invasion was in full display), Rayman having informed said governments how to stop the rabbid's attempt at further domination (based on the ending of Rayman Raving Rabbids 2 on the 3Ds), or all three is up to debate.

What Are The Rabbid's Origins?

Despite always being depicted as technologically advanced pests of rage and chaos, they weren't always that way, the earliest descriptions of their origins paint them as the exact opposite of what rabbids are now commonly known for. They used to be the most peaceful creatures of the glade, said to be so kind that other creatures of the Glade would take advantage of that, ridiculing them, bullying them, and borderline torturing them until they were driven insane (based on dialogue from Rayman Raving Rabbids on the Gameboy Advanced). It is believed that they all retreated underground, hiding and plotting throughout the events of Rayman 1 to 3. Only after they would ascend without warning, the Glade feeling the wrath of the rage that had skyrocketed their evolution from simple friendly rabbids, to erratic mutants of war, taking pleasure in the pain and violence that drove them mad to begin with. Beyond this dialogue, there aren't any more details given in regards to what role rabbids played before they snapped, it can be inferred that they were like the dodo birds of the Glade of Dreams, except instead of being driven to extinction from their complete lack of survival instincts and supposedly being quite delicious (the dodos that is), they were driven to complete and utter insanity for the fun of it, one can assume that it was extremely difficult to make a meal out of a rabbid, let alone killing them, that rediculous durability likely playing a part in their docile behavior, what is the use of survival instincts when almost nothing threaten your survuval? Due to their lack of defenses before their inevitable meltdown, their technology was likely not as developed compared to what modern rabbids have at their disposal, perhaps they barely had any tech at all, living as simple wild folk whose daily agendas consisted of sleeping, eating, playing games, dancing, breeding, and repeating to overpopulate regions and solidify their existences as pests. 

Rabbid Biology?

Rabbid Psychology?

Rabbid Sociology?

Rabbid + Human Affairs?

[universalzones]

Behind the Scenes, Belle

"I'm still having doubts about having lunch with Eggman based on your theory."

All I'm saying is any other time a badnik went rouge he either tried to destroy them or reprogram them back to his side. Odd who he offered you a job and STILL let you walk away. He isn't even trying to capture you.

"That's... a rather fair point. Let's just hope it goes well. He may not be my father, though I suppose he is sorta of family. Kinda like an evil Uncle."

[florainkingdom]

Behind the Scenes, with Poppy and Lilly

"I'm kind mad you got me attacked and my sister banished, though a safe more and getting to marry someone as kind and nice as Blaze even's it out."

"I like Ms. Blaze. When do I start calling her mom?"

Gotta have balance Poppy. As for your question Lily, I have zero idea. You seem to start seeing people as family quickly so maybe in the next one. Though gonna do a thing after I finish the last one I got going on.

[minato-division01]

Nadya's Thoughts on Kumamoto Division

Aoba Yamamura

"In the grand experiment of society, Aoba Yamamura is a fascinating subject, embodying the dichotomy of order and chaos. As a librarian, he is the custodian of knowledge, a role that demands meticulous organization and a reverence for the structured accumulation of human understanding. Yet, beneath this façade of tranquility, he harbors a volatile reactivity, akin to a latent chemical compound awaiting activation. His nocturnal alter-ego 'Bluefire' is the manifestation of an exothermic reaction, releasing energy in the form of societal upheaval and destruction."

"From a scientific standpoint, Aoba's actions could be seen as a response to external stimuli, a psychological entropy driving him towards disorder as a means of coping with past traumas. His targeting of Chuohku-related edifices aligns with a hypothesis that his behavior is not random but rather a calculated reaction to perceived injustices. As a fellow traveler on the path of vengeance, I can't help but observe his methodology with a certain degree of professional interest, noting the precision of his 'experiments' with the same rigor I would apply to my own research. However, unless his actions intersect with my objectives against Chuohku, he remains a variable outside my immediate purview."

Kunio "Kurome" Chōten

"The younger brother of the leader of Aoyama Division, Tomi Chōten. Unlike his older sibling, he presents an intriguing case of social defiance. His rejection of Aoyama's elitism and his subsequent self-exile reflect a deliberate thermodynamic shift from a state of high potential energy to one of kinetic activism. His transformation from a privileged heir to a theatrical revolutionary is a reaction to the catalyst of familial betrayal, a process I find more compelling than the predictable stability of his brother's socialite existence."

"In the context of our shared enmity towards Chuohku, Kunio's desire for retribution resonates with my own objectives. His dramatic flair and strategic use of illusion in rap battles suggest a complex character, one who understands the power of perception and influence. His renouncement and his quest for revolution in Aoyama earn a measure of my admiration. His actions, though not directly aligned with mine, contribute to a larger pattern of disruption that could be advantageous."

Natsume Kurome

"Natsume Kurome, the aforementioned Kunio's husband. He is an enigma wrapped in the guise of an artist and fortune-teller. While his artistic contributions to Kumamoto are undeniable, his secondary occupation as a seer of futures is, from a scientific standpoint, less credible. As I mentioned before with Chinami Chinen of Ota Division, the notion of predicting the future through tarot is antithetical to the principles of empirical evidence and reproducibility that govern scientific inquiry. Such practices, often reliant on Barnum statements, cannot withstand the scrutiny of the scientific method."

"However, despite my doubts about the veracity of his fortune-telling, Natsume's influence within Kumamoto and his role in Strange Magic cannot be overlooked. His partnership with Kunio and their shared vision for revolution suggest a strategic mind at work, one that understands the power of symbolism and narrative in swaying public opinion. In this light, Natsume's 'supernatural abilities' may simply be a tool for cultivating his persona and furthering his goals. It is a tactic I can appreciate, even if I don't subscribe to its mystical underpinnings."

Strange Magic

"Strange Magic is a collective that, despite its eclectic composition, has demonstrated a unified front in the pursuit of revolution. Their selection of 'Phantometals' as a technological advancement aligns with my own scientific endeavors to innovate and disrupt the status quo. While our relationship is not one of camaraderie, there exists a mutual respect born from recognition of each other’s capabilities and the acknowledgment that our respective goals may converge on the battlefield of change."

"The team's diverse backgrounds: from Aoba's dual life as a librarian and a terrorist, Kunio's theatrical rebellion, to Natsume's artistic and fortune-telling pursuits, they all create a multifaceted force. Their individual stories weave together to form a tapestry of resistance against common adversaries. It is this very diversity that lends them strength and unpredictability, qualities that I find both strategically valuable and scientifically intriguing. Our collaboration on 'Phantometals' is a testament to the potential of interdisciplinary innovation, and while we operate independently, the resonance of our objectives cannot be ignored."

[xxstarl1ghtxx]

Another episode, another liveblog. This one's Season 2, episode 5 of Earthspark. Spoilers under the cut.

-enigma of combination ref?? random transformers lore cuts between 2 absolute nerds like nightshade and wheeljack make total sense honestly

-ok these subtitles are bad but not in the interestingly wrong way of season 1 where i think they used parts of an old script and then didn't change it: but in the way of 'misusing homophone that is obvious in context and then immediately misunderstanding wheeljack's accent'. agh.

-ah i get it. strong sense of connection! and when they lose that, they separate. gotcha

-THANK YOU JAWBREAKER. NUANCE WINS i was so nervous but its good we're good the chaos terrans are treated like characters maybe we win this maybe we get this

-fun dynamic between these two though something feels off about the writing on jawbreaker. he feels like they cranked up the annoying setting too high.

-jb i think its reasonable that the guy who lives in the woods and has tried to fuel up on toxic energon gets all of that actually. like sharing is good but time and place dude

-they're hanging out! they're having fun! joy and whimsy and j'bam 5ever.

-oh also theres a mushroom guy hunting them or something can't believe ive gone this long without mentioning that element of the episode

-honestly haven't had much to say about this one but it's fun seeing jbam slowly learn to trust each other!

-ending came out of left field and idk how i feel about this. they just learned to trust each other and now am misuses that trust. one step forward, 2 steps back. oof. next episode is named after a chaos terran i heard of from the toys so i'll watch that before i make wider judgement on the handling of the chaos terrans

[aquato-family-circus]

Random idea for you... Compton and Lucy trying to teach the rest of the psy7 how to cook actually good meals because Bob's fully willing to just make boxed meals and easy recipes for his whole life, Otto can barely operate a microwave without a fire, Cassie can and WILL eat dirt cheap meals every day, Helmut doesn't actually have a kitchen, and Ford is so stuck in his bacon-burger ways.

Chaos Ensues. But they keep trying to figure out what's wrong because everyone is just getting into messes and bumping into each other. Using the kitchen as a way to bond better as a team until finally they can actually make a nice meal and enjoy it.

That, or they decide to have a sort of potluck where everyone brings something. Everyone expects the obvious (Compton brings five dishes, Ford brought burgers, Lucy has a Grulovian stew) but the other four actually do their best as well to make something actually good. (I've discussed Bob being actually pretty good at making fish and chips before, for one)

Just a little idea for ya :3

Everyone bonding over cooking good meals is a really fun concept I like it a lot 🥺

It definitely makes sense that Cassie would be used to living off cheap meals but she also knows some tasty stuff you can make for cheap. and she probably gets the most out of this cooking adventure bc at the end of the day she finds another thing she can Compton can bond over :3

Bob you'd expect to be good at vegetarian options but like you said yeah boxed meals are his go to I think. He knows your basics bc it's obvious he had to start making dinner for himself at a young age but he never gets fancy with it. Even once he's convinced into eating 3 meals a day (he used to skip breakfast... madness) he still thinks cheapo boxed pasta is the best thing ever.

Helmut is extremely ready to actually have a kitchen like yes please! can he deep fry things do we have a frier please tell him he can make corn dogs.

Ford is full of bacon and grease and can not be saved but he's very good at following instructions and it's probably a time and place where Compton tells Ford what to do w/confidence (helps that Lucy is there to stop Ford from trying to put his own spin on the recipes Compton and her picked out. put. the bacon. down.)

Otto is an enigma. he can light cereal on fire. Compton eventually gives up.

[sound-of-god]

"Echoes of Gotham: The Enigma Unraveled"

Part one

[Disclaimer:English is not my first language]

Amidst the bustling cityscape, Number Five, his demeanor serious and focused, traverses the urban labyrinth with calculated steps. His keen eyes catch sight of a peculiar anomaly, a swirling vortex pulsating against the worn brick of a secluded alleyway. Instantly recognizing the potential danger, Five's mind races with hypotheses as to the anomaly's origin and purpose.

Pausing in his tracks, brows furrowed in concentration

'An unexpected disruption in the fabric of reality... But why here? And more importantly, who or what could have caused it?'

Approaching the anomaly cautiously, Five's analytical mind sifts through a myriad of possibilities. He considers the ramifications of tampering with the delicate balance of space-time, his thoughts weighed down by the gravity of the situation.

Number Five whisperd with concern: 'This isn't just some random occurrence. Someone or something must have triggered this anomaly intentionally. But for what purpose?'

As he cautiously approaches the vortex, a sense of urgency grips Five. He understands the potential consequences of allowing such a disturbance to go unchecked, and his sense of duty compels him to investigate further despite the risks involved.

He thinks muttering to himself

'If I'm going to figure this out, I need to gather more information. But I must proceed with caution. Whatever lies beyond that portal could pose a threat not just to me but to the entire city.'

Determined and resolute, Number Five inches closer to the anomaly, his senses on high alert. But just as he reaches out to examine it, a sudden surge of energy erupts from the vortex, pulling him into its shimmering depths with irresistible force. With a startled cry, Five disappears into the swirling abyss, leaving behind only echoes of his determination and a lingering sense of foreboding in the empty alleyway.

The chaotic whirl of the vortex thrusts Number Five through the fabric of reality, depositing him unceremoniously onto cold, unforgiving pavement. As he regains his bearings, his sharp mind instantly kicks into overdrive, analyzing his surroundings with meticulous precision.

Number Five thought to himself, his thoughts echoing in the disorienting silence 'where am I? This location doesn't match any of the coordinates in my database.'

Surveying the dilapidated alleyway, Five's keen eyes caught the flicker of distant streetlights and the echoing cacophony of urban life. Despite the disorientation of his sudden arrival, his demeanor remained composed, his every movement deliberate and measured.

<An unexpected displacement event, likely triggered by the temporal anomaly I encountered earlier.> He thought, his mind already racing ahead to formulate a plan of action.

As the distant sounds of chaos drew nearer, Five remained unfazed, his analytical mind already considering potential escape routes and strategic vantage points.

Urban landscape, signs of decay, and heightened levels of ambient noise, he observed, his thoughts a calm counterpoint to the impending chaos. All indicators point to a densely populated metropolitan area, but one I've never encountered before.

Suddenly, the distant sounds of shouting and screeching tires grew louder, signaling the approach of unknown forces. Without missing a beat, Five calculated his next move, weighing the risks and benefits with cool detachment.

'I may be out of my element, but I refuse to be caught off guard, he resolved silently, his mind a whirlwind of calculations and contingencies. It is time to gather intelligence and assess the situation before making any hasty decisions.' He grits in between his teeth

With practiced precision, Number Five disappeared into the shadows of the alleyway, his senses attuned to the unfamiliar terrain. In this strange new world, he knew that adaptability and strategic thinking would be his greatest assets, guiding him through the challenges that lay ahead.

As Number Five navigates the unfamiliar alleyway, his mind continues to churn with thoughts and memories, seeking patterns and connections amidst the chaos. Suddenly, a fragment of his past surfaces in his consciousness, a memory from a mission long ago.

In the depths of his mind, Five recalls the familiar sting of adrenaline as he once again finds himself on the precipice of danger. He remembers the directives of the organization that had sent him, the urgency of the mission, and the weight of responsibility that had always rested upon his young shoulders.

Number Five's thoughts drift back to countless instances where he had been thrust into perilous situations, his training and instincts honed to perfection by years of rigorous preparation. He remembers the importance of remaining calm and composed, of assessing every variable with unyielding precision.

With a sense of familiarity, Five acknowledges the parallels between his current predicament and those he had faced before. He knows that now, as then, he must rely on his intellect and resourcefulness to navigate the challenges ahead.

Drawing upon the lessons of his past, Five steadies himself, his resolve unwavering. He knows that panic is a luxury he cannot afford, and that in the face of uncertainty, clarity of thought is his greatest ally.

Armed with this newfound resolve, Number Five presses forward, his steps purposeful and deliberate. Though the road ahead may be fraught with danger and uncertainty, he is undaunted, for he knows that in the crucible of adversity, true strength is forged.

As Number Five continues to navigate the unfamiliar terrain of the alleyway, his sharp eyes catch sight of a crumpled object lying amidst the debris on the ground. Curiosity piqued, he stoops to examine it, his little fingers gingerly unfurling the weathered pages of an old newspaper.

Number Five's brow furrows in confusion as he takes in the faded print and torn edges of the discarded publication. Most of the text is illegible, blurred by time and neglect, but one phrase stands out with stark clarity: "Gotham News."

He reads the words again, his mind racing to make sense of this unexpected discovery. Gotham? The name triggers a flicker of recognition in his memory, a distant echo of something familiar yet elusive.

Number Five's confusion deepens as he struggles to reconcile the evidence before him with the fragmented recollections swirling in his mind. Where exactly is Gotham, and how did he come to find himself here?

With a sense of urgency, Five scans the surrounding area, seeking further clues that might shed light on his current predicament. But the alleyway remains silent and devoid of answers, the only sound the distant hum of the city beyond.

Frustration gnaws at the edges of his resolve as Number Five grapples with the mysteries of his newfound surroundings. Though the newspaper offers tantalizing hints, it only serves to deepen the enigma of his situation.

Determined to unravel the truth, Number Five pockets the tattered newspaper, a tangible reminder of the puzzle that now confronts him. With each step forward, he knows that he draws closer to uncovering the secrets that lie hidden within the labyrinthine depths of Gotham City.

And so, with the weight of uncertainty pressing upon his shoulders, Number Five sets forth into the unknown, his indomitable spirit driving him ever forward towards the next chapter of his extraordinary journey. For in the shadows of Gotham, amidst the chaos and intrigue of a city shrouded in mystery, Number Five will discover truths beyond his wildest imagination, and face challenges that will test the limits of his strength and cunning. But one thing remains certain: he will not rest until the enigma of Gotham is unraveled, and the secrets of his own past are laid bare before him.

[So lately, I've been obsessed with number Five from 'Umbrella academy' and the Gotham city FYP tiktoks, so here I am fighting against my writer's block and creating a new series instead of posting König fanfics...]

[poltergeist-coffee]

Alright, a0 is the federation base(that's the word?) But yeah, the feathers probaly have something to do with the avians because is much of a coincidence that Jaiden and Baghera got wings very recently and Cellbit got a puzzle about feathers at the same time But yeah, to this day we still haven't get lore of that thing on Felps' arm Perhaps some sort of sleeper agent? Like, but like, unconciosly?(I don't know how to write that and I too lazy to look) or maybe it's from an experiment? Back then people were considering the chance of him turning into a cucurucho Also, I think Cellbit might not be Bagi's brother, but is funny on how people just look at them say: "yeah, sibling" But would be funny if it was the most random person in this island and everyone is like "HOW??"

And Cellbit stopped solving the enigma and now is ranking cartoons He spend way too long on that thing LOL About the gods hc, do you have any hc about them?

-Plate anon, who one day will ascend to the land of emojis

Philza also has wings!! no model but he was telling his chat yesterday that they’re behind his backpack/tucked away and the federation clipped them. he had to wear a backpack otherwise he’ll lose balance because he’s so use to the extra weight of his full wings :((

i’ve seen almost everyone be a candidate to being bagi’s brother MKAMHIVINAKMA i think it makes the most sense for it to be cellbit BUT if it was someone else entirely random like Foolish i’d still love it. id laugh very hard at it

OOOH GOD HEADCANONS YOU SAY?? >:3c

Tommyinnit is a deity that phil, wilbur and tubbo all know about (tommy has been in tubbos stream before being shown around tubbos new qsmp base + another time he was on call with philza and wilbur when they were playing qsmp)

To me he’s a silly little chaos and life deity. he’s busy a lot of the time but he does make sure to look out for his family and see what they’re up too at times :))

I really like the idea that all the gods/goddesses know each other lamknfkns

like imagine Mumza (Philza’s wife), Forever’s partner and Missa’s partner all talkign to each other about their silly partners in the server

like Kari apologizing for Forever behavior with Philza but Mumza just laughs because she thinks it’s funny and cry ally encourages it

Missa’s partner has to watch him try and water bucket clutch and utterly fail at least three times a day

OOOOH MINE!! HOW COUDL I FORGET HER!! i think she’s a goddess of creativity? i don’t remember what specifically but i know she crochets a lot

she and slime’s gf crochet together while taking about their partners who are both brothers!! they didn’t know before but now they do so they try and get along together :DD

slime’s gf actually makes her own yarn and gardens a lot so i think she’s make very special yarn and stuff for Mine :))

oh i really like Lore blessing Richas to be her cupid which is why all the ships he like usually work (biggest example being q!guapoduo kekw)