#fresh from my ass

[makanidotdot]

ELUNE CONVO FIX IT part 1

i did it i finished!! finished enough anyway

How about instead of Tyrande getting possessed by Elune, we actually got to see them have a conversation about why tf she won't let her kill sylvanas!!! And get some real payoff for all the "hmm something's off about Elune"!! And more!!

Warning this one is long and boring. part 2 is way better lol

sry she should more serious here but w/e we're just going with 'angy' lol

i think i drew these same poses in the sylvanas one lol oop sry my brain library is not vast

ok one thing i added at the last second was elune is like pulling from tyrande's personal elune power to get her real form back to properly tell winter queen to fuck off. and that's why tyrande looks like she has spider webs on her it's just glowy elune magic

and then winter queen does go fuck off bc i didn't want to draw her anymore

End of part 1!! Also when tyrande is watching elune and WQ yell at each other I imagine it like a kid watching their mom get in a fight at the grocery store or smt lol

[stormypip7]

i did this art challenge with the sans aus + a papyrus! i can't believe that i took almost 5 hours on this...

now watch this flop or something

Empty one here ^

[starswallowingsea]

yes give me the tatsumi rant

god okay so like we know Tatsumi is Christian it's a pretty important part of his character that he is like in his first feature scout story he mentions that he wanted to wear his father's vestments but was scolded for it because they are something that you have to be serious about like this is the most obvious thing anyone would know by looking at Tatsumi.

HOWEVERRRRRR since a lot of Western fans only really think of Christianity as like. Southern Baptist/Mormonism/Jehovah's Witnesses/Extreme Catholicism and like yeahhhhhh those sects are not Great but that's not all there is to Christianity as a religion. I went to an Episcopal service a few weeks ago and it was very fascinating how different it was to the Southern Baptist youth group I attended as a child. But Tatsumi does not follow any sort of American Protestant denomination because he doesn't fucking live here. He's a religious minority in his own country holy fucking shit.

Anyway there is ample evidence within even what has been officially translated that Tatsumi is a chill guy. In the current gacha story Ushimairi pt. 2 we get to see his first interactions with Koga right after moving in and he's literally.

They're chill!!! They're chill and they get along just fine. Koga asks about if Tatsumi thinks dogs are dirty because of his religion right after this and Tatsumi explains that it was because of the historical context and that stray dogs had rabies which is a completely valid reason to not want to like. Interact with dogs, but it's completely fine now because most dogs aren't walking around with rabies!!!

He's also stated that he believes he's going to hell before and that he's accepted that fact but he still believes in God anyway (and he has a conflict of faith later on where he debates if he even still believes or not). He would not be a bigot he wants to accept everyone as they are that's literally why he had the fucking revolution at Reimei over his belief in equality. Goes insane.

Anyway I haven't read most Tatsumi stories I stated in my last post I do not actually care about him all that much because he doesn't appeal to me as a character but mischaracterization on this level drives me up the wall like we are not reading the same stories we are not playing the same game clearly.

[faulty-heat-vents]

//Narrative communication established.

No communication for a week. Before then, another hiatus. Radio silence. 

Being disconnected from his socialport made Ashton… uncomfortable. He had only been running the damn thing for a few Cradle months. How did a severance feel this strange and lonely?

Maybe it wasn’t the disconnect. Maybe it was the silence that came with it- no drama, no distracting stimuli, just himself and the monotony of the Academy. Training drills and mechanical courses, over and over.

A break comes when Command pages him, an unpleasant break as it was. He had broken protocol again, a risky maneuver in a simulation that cost his virtual teammates a respawn token- analogous to death in the real world.

The short walk to Command’s elevated office is one of shame. The barebones box sits suspended in the rafters of the mechanics’ wing, overlooking the vast garage and hangar spaces through a wall of glass. 

All Ash could see from below was the Commander’s silhouette. With every step up the metal stairs, he feels their eyes watching him through the window, tracing his gait and judging his every movement. 

“Come in,” the Commander drones as Ash reaches the door. He hadn’t even knocked yet, and they already started the conversation. Ash swallows the nervous lump in his throat and sweeps his wrist across the keycard reader, unlocking it with a quiet beep. 

“Sit,” the Commander orders, not turning away from their post at the window. Ash follows the instruction and waits for another, holding his breath as much as he can. The Commander was known to be irritable, and he was in enough hot water as is.

Even without them turning, Ashton feels the weight of the Commander’s eyes fall on him. 

“I have been made aware of your recent escapades, Cadet G-212.”

Pulling out class rank and designation? Oh fuck.

”This meeting is not about your simulation failures. Those can be programmed out.” 

They finally turn to Ash, all three eyes dead-locked. “You will answer for obfuscating your communications. Cadets under the Academy’s purview are to be monitored at all times. Your journals about our operation are not to be seen by the wider Omninet. If things were to go in my favour, there would be no journaling at all- but your memory issues present a unique exception.”

Journals? They had managed to break the encryption to my blog? How?

The Commander narrows their primary eyes at him and scowls. 

“Your encryption relied on your observer being under Academy credentials. Your failure was simple- all we had to do was log out of the Academy account, and it was viewable. Amateur mistake.”

Oh.

”Your communications with outside organizations and nefarious third parties have resulted in several Academy security breaches. Approximately nineteen Cradle days ago, Biohazard and Forensics confiscated an unregistered package found near your workshop space. You weren’t present during its calculated delivery window, but all other sources turned up null- nothing on cameras, sensors, or forensic left-behinds. Your infiltrator was thorough in their attempt.”

Ashton can’t even get in a word edgewise- not that it’d get him anywhere if he could. All he can do is think of his responses and let the Commander read them. 

Biohaz grabbed it? Doesn’t Cargo handle packages?The words aren’t even mentally refined before the Commander responds with a negative-nod.

“Cargo handles normal shipping deliveries. This package was sent to Biohazard and Forensics because of its contents. From what we could gather from your Omninet socialport, this package was left by an adversary from one of your previous engagements- ‘Hive Guy,’ I believe you call them.”

Ash’s face works faster than his tongue, clear to view without his helmet and death-cage armor. Hatred.

“The package was an effigy made of your remains, G-212. It appears that the enemy had returned to the scene and gathered scraps of your body once your mech and NHP co-pilot were exfiltrated. Then, they crafted some kind of mockery token with the salvage and delivered it in person. I’m still speaking to Security about the breach, but evidence is scarce. There’s not even any fingerprints on the box.”

Wait, 19 days ago? Why wasn’t I told sooner?

The Commander sighs in annoyance and places a hand on their temple. “Because you would’ve spoken about it before we handled the situation. We conducted a full sweep of the station in silence to make sure your infiltrator wasn’t still onboard. I was only just now informed that we’re in the clear. I’ve increased security measures all across the base- and if that ‘Hive Guy’ shows up again, we’ll know from the sentry turret gunshots.”

…so that’s it? That bastard broke in, left a hunting trophy, and fucked off?

“Sans vulgarity, yes. This is the second time hostile actors have infiltrated the Academy. First A-1, and now this.” 

A pause. The Commander lifts their visor and removes a diadem from beneath it. The third eye on their forehead squints shut.

“Full transparency time. No more Commander, just Oracle- a concerned party. Talk if you want.”

Ashton waits for Oracle to blink, then shakes his head. Not much to say. They sigh, crouch down, and continue.

“I’ve read your reports on the anomalous visions you’re experiencing lately. I know you didn’t write them for my eyes, but we both know how that worked out.”

Silence follows again, broken by Ash’s shaky voice- “Leave Ciryn out of it.” 

Oracle turns their head inquisitively. “Why would I? You didn’t.”

“She didn’t do anything.” 

“You’re right. She’ll simply have the samples confiscated. You’re the only one to blame for her involvement.”

Ashton nods, but stays quiet. 

Oracle places a hand on his shoulder and leans to look him in the eyes. Their voice is gentle when they speak again.

“Ashton, what were you thinking? Why would you go behind my back like this? Your dreams are a new development… but lying to me?” 

Ash looks away, trying to hide his tear-welling face. Oracle presses onwards. “You know how I operate- hiding your troubles just makes them worse. I don’t like seeing my pilots like this. Just talk to me. You’re clearly hurting if you trusted my best medic with this.”

Ashton swings his head back to face Oracle and breaks. 

“I’m sorry!” he sobs, grabbing at his forearms. “I needed to get shit done. I never get answers from any of you! Not Commander Oracle, not the Admins, and RA forbid the bastards who dropped me off here! Nobody tells me anything!”

Oracle bows their head. 

“Ashton, I’m the one who should be apologizing. I can’t fix what’s going on in your nightmares. I can’t bring you up to parity with the rest of my pilots. I most certainly can’t tell you what SSC wanted with your assignment here. All I ca-”

“‘Assignment’?”

The sniffling stops abruptly. Oracle raises their head, and sees Ashton staring at them- dead-locked, just like they had done to him minutes prior. “What do you mean by ‘assignment,’ Ori? You said that they disposed of me for a special hire program.��� “I- Yes, that was the dea-” Oracle leans back, taking their hand with them- until Ash’s own shoots up and grabs it by the wrist. His tail thrashes violently behind him.

“Oracle, you know what happened to me. The real me. The one in my head. Tell me.”

Oracle tries and fails to wrench their hand out of Ash’s unnaturally strong grip, only tweaking their wrist in the process. Ash’s voice is still broken with tears, but whatever this is- anger, desperation, something else- punches through it like a bullet through glass.

“I’m scared, Ori. I’ve been tormented for months now. Months. Do you understand? Night after night, cryo-cycle after cryo-cycle, I see it. That damned eye in the sun and the words I don’t understand and the snaking mass of guts that want to swallow me whole.”

“Ashton, unhand me at once! I don’t know how to fix you-” “Bullshit!” The word comes out as a half-sob, half-snarl, both parts overlapping. “You and the rest of Admin are keeping shit from me! I deserve to know what the hell that graveyard was about! What that breached cockpit painted in blood was! If I’m to be subjected to horrific nightmares and visions and- and- and hell itself, I deserve to know!”

As soon as the episode started, it stops. Ashton’s hand goes limp, like a breaker shorted out in his head. His breathing cuts to sharp pants. His body fights the haze any way it knows how. 

“I deserve to know,” he finally manages, devolving back into the hysterical tears his mania broke out of.

Oracle looks down at their already-bruising wrist, then back up to Ash. His tail and ears have receded back to normal, but he’s still a wreck.

“You’re right,” they start cautiously, “but I legally cannot help you. SSC set very specific terms and conditions for your surrender, and if I break them, it’ll put this entire Academy in jeopardy. Even telling you this is dangerously close.”

“So what do we do?” Ash asks in a whisper. “Do I just keep suffering like this? Asking randos on the net for help? Dealing with Hive whenever he decides to rear his ugly head?”

“I don’t know, Ashton. This is a problem I don’t have the answers for. I’d try to dissuade you from seeking the Omninet’s advice, but I know how you work. You’re one of the smartest pilots I have, and any blockade I place in your way will just steer you towards more dangerous avenues.” 

Minutes bleed into an hour. Over it, Ash slowly reels himself back in, apologizing profusely for losing his temper at his Commander. Oracle brushes the injury aside, citing their own mistakes. “Everything has a reason, Ashton. We might not understand it, we might not like it, but we can’t stop it until we understand.”

They stand up and offer their injured hand to Ash for assistance. He takes it and brings himself wearily to his feet, fighting out a smile in a vain attempt to end the conversation on a positive note.

“Thank you for bringing your concerns to me, Ashton.” Oracle says, placing their diadem back on their head. Their third eye flicks open and turns to look at Ash as he departs. “Please do so again if it gets worse.”

“Anytime, [Oracle|Commander]-” 

The dual-edged voice. Not here. Not now. Not wi-

The floor meets his face in a blink.

[chialattea]

Nami WIP + some chibi doodles heheeee

[goddamnshinyrock]

I just accidentally ran across an active h*talia blog on tumblr in the year of our lord 2024. I feel like someone smacked me in the face with 2010.

[conspicuous-clown-car]

considering how fnaf was based off of chuck e cheese, them doing this sly 'fnaf but not legally fnaf' cash grab just proves my point of how spot on scott cawthon was with making fazbear entertainment a shitty company. CEC Entertainment really is that bad

[tenebrous-dream]

the first style boutique/savvy game really didnt do anything to get as much love as it does

[spoonbenders-archive]

never kys

[jichanxo]

how it started:

how it's going:

[sol-consort]

The clear contrast between the lives Ryder and Shepard had growing up. The life on earth Ryder took for granted, not only being allowed to grow up on the homeplanet, but lead a comfortable life as a respected citizen. That their family was well off, it's only the mother's medical costs and SAM's research which ate up at Alec's saving.

How the only way for Shepard to have a resemblance of a connection to earth was to surrender to being orphaned, a kid left to fend for themselves on the street, joining gangs and living in the gutters in their earthborn background.

The other two options being tossed into a random colony and watching their parents slaughtered by slavers at the age of 16, or never allowed a stable home, moving from place to place because of the parents work in the alliance, busy and absent from Shepard's life.

That Ryder got to have all three, a family with loving parents, a stable home, being a citizen of Earth. Leading a cushy life in the megatropolises of the homeplanet while earthborn Shepard was rotting on the very same streets not far off.

The same planet Shepard has to defend in ME3, the one that either starved them, never wanted them to begin with, or robbed them out of spending time with their parents who worked all their life to service it.

The innocence and naivety of Ryder is a luxury Shepard was never granted, the blissful ignorance of the cruel world during their years of development. The fact the universe did everything in its power to kick Shepard down, who never had a soul to protect them, in all possible lifetimes, not a single one has a Shepard who hasn't been forced to suffer while far too young.

Despite it all, they still survived.

[acelessthan3]

After missing several classes, finally made it to ropes!

[wellzofyouth]

Yall I'm so sorry I do not like Peacemaker

[phagodyke]

2nd hearing test today and it looks normal thank FUCKKK. well ofc I'm still deaf, normal For Me

[lunasilvis]

Maybee.... I'll get freaky and break brand with a next art piece. A voluptuous cowgirl handling a lasso, on her stallion rearing up. Hmmm just toying with ideas here. it's the Saturday of the liberated, educated young woman too 🤌

[feddy-34]

little man loves his seaweed