#if he dies travelling at least it isnt There

[nejackdaw]

Haven't drawn anything in god knows how long BUT I sat down and sketched Jim(othy) yesterday :) He's just some guy. He's a dude. He's (theoretically) a ttrpg rogue with no tragic backstory. He doesn't trust cops. He's bisexual. Conceptually he started off as Jim from IT. He wants to travel but he's not exactly rich so he's subsidizing it with quests. He's just happy to be included in the party. He's not all right in the head. He'd be energy drinks #1 fan. He doesn't have a consistent sleep schedule. He's a mechanic. He's 30 having an existential crisis. He wears cunty little boots and bell bottoms (the pants were essential to the vision.) He wears a turtleneck under his armor and a slutty half open top any other time. He's a country boy. He is. The least interesting man in the world

Okay so it's REALLY obvious I haven't drawn anything lately alsnoansosn his proportions are fucked. It's fine. It's not perfect but I made it so it's fine. I'm finally free from the Vision. I needed a placeholder visual so he'd stop Haunting Me all the damn time. I've been thinking about him lounging around in his damn adventuring outfit for like three weeks nearly nonstop

[chirpycloudyrobin]

hey do you know that one plotline in violet evergarden where the dying mom leaves letters to her kid spanning the kid's birthdays for the next 50 hears ?

work with me here.

in another AU, yllz!wei wuxian knows he's not really going to make it. the others know too. theyre all running on borrowed time. but they all agree that a-yuan should at least live. so all of them (wwx, wen qing, all the wen remnants) got together one night and write letters to a-yuan for him to open on his birthdays for the next 50 years in case they never do make it.

they hand the qiankun pouch with all the letters to wen ning. their plan in case all goes to shit is to give a-yuan to wen ning and for the two of them to escape as far as possible while wwx sets himself up as one final bait. wen ning doesnt like this last resort. no one does. but theyre all running out of time.

in this AU, things go a little differently. there is no ambush at qiongqi pass because there is no yllz traveling to give jin ling his gift. instead, wwx got lwj to hand the gift over to jin ling to avoid bringing chaos to such an auspicious event. jzx and jyl live.

there is no nightless city massacre because wwx isnt there to get the wen siblings because the wen siblings havent given themselves up. everyone is far too busy preparing a-yuan's escape.

that doesnt stop the sects from besieging the burial mounds though. they want the yllz gone, you best believe they will find other reasons to justify the siege.

a miracle happens though. by some stroke of luck, wen qing survives with a-yuan and she gets to escape with him and wen ning. wwx still dies but his death is enough to give the wen sibs and a-yuan time to escape.

so a-yuan grows up in some obscure fishing village so far removed from the great sect territories that not even lwj has passed by the place. all three of them are under new names. they make a living as the village's only healers. nobody talks about wen ning being a fierce corpse because he really isnt any danger to them. in fact, he's the favourite grandchild of all the elders (after a-yuan of course)

a-yuan grows up with just his qing-jiejie and ning-gege physically, but he has a stack of letters from his departed loved ones waiting for him for each of his birthdays, each of his milestones. his favourites are always from his xian-gege, pages upon pages of wwx rambling to him every birthday. maybe wwx snuck in some cultivation tips and tricks there. maybe there are a couple of sketches and drawings too. sketches of their family, sketches of their old home. one sketch of lwj.

a-yuan's family may have been shaved down to just the three of them but the others' spirits remain with them always.

a-yuan grows well. he's a healer, but he's also a cultivator. one wandering cultivator (maybe another incognito baoshan sanren disicple?) had given him a sword and a couple of manuals.

"you're a promising one, kid. unfortunate that you're so far away from the nearest cultivation centers, but these should be of help"

so thats their life now. quiet, peaceful.

theyre so far away from the great sect's world that they dont even hear about anything happening over there until months have passed since.

until one day, something compels wen ning to travel as fast as he can to a certain direction.

[starofthesea7]

Neteyam~Want You All To Myself

Neteyam is like an older brother to you…until he isnt. He hates when you flirt with anyone else, so you decide to use that to your advantage 18+ it gets spicy (smut) at the end. Enjoy!

Neteyam was your protector. He always had been, and his presence gave you a sense of safety that you couldn’t find anywhere-or from anyone- else. He was quiet, but his presence was loud, and you loved that about him. He was tall, and broad and sure of himself, something words could never provide on their own, as hard as someone might try. He was a shield, and you knew he’d take a bullet for you if the occasion arose.

You’d grown up together like siblings, after the Sully family had taken you in as one of their own when your parents had died years ago. At the time you were just a child, small, grief stricken and alone. Jake had bestowed your safety as a responsibility onto Neteyam when he was a just young boy. The man had looked into his oldest sons eyes, “you take care of her,” he had said, and Neteyam had taken those words as gospel ever since. 

As you had grown older, you had developed a childish crush on Neteyam. It was hard not to notice him, his presence was so large and commanding. No matter how hard you tried to push the feelings aside and be content with a platonic relationship, they blossomed into something deep, and real. Now that you were older, there was something close to your heart that told you it was always meant to be you and him. 

You loved everything about him. His big, strong arms that he would casually rest on his thighs as he squatted down to talk to the children. The way his belt rested low on his hips, showing off his chiseled waist and hips. The way his hair swayed when he walked with the confidence radiated from him. His big hands that had comforted you countless times when you were younger. You had only ever had eyes for him, your Neteyam. 

You knew your feelings would never be reciprocated, and he would find a beautiful na’vi girl. One who he hadn’t seen playing stupid games with Lo’ak as you had years ago, and he would fall in love. It broke your heart but at least you could still have a relationship with him, even if it wasn’t in the way you longed for. 

That was until he began shying away from you. He ignored you and wouldn’t make eye contact when you spoke, brushing off your remarks to go do something “important.” It hurt, having one of the most important people in your life suddenly toss you aside like you no longer interested him. 

…

Neteyam didn’t know when it had started. When you-or he- had changed. You had always been a little sister to him, one whom he had taught how to shoot an arrow and tie a hunters knot, who had rested her head against his chest as the family sat around the fire, telling jokes and sharing stories. Eywa knows he couldn’t let you do that now, you’d hear his heart pounding, threatening to burst out of his chest at your closeness. Something had changed. Now he averted his eyes when you bathed in the river, and felt a twist in his heart when Neytiri talked of finding you a mate. 

It got to a point where he knew something had to change. He caught himself staring at you as you were innocently bending down in the ocean to wash clothing with some of the other women. His eyes involuntarily followed the curve of your hips and ass, and he noticed a bruise on your upper thigh. How’d that get there? His eyes traveled up to your waist and then to your chest which was obscured by your thick, wavy hair. He thought about the breasts out of his view. How they might look in comparison to his huge hands- you looked back at him innocently and smiled. His eyes widened with shame. Although he knew that you couldn’t read his thoughts, he felt like you knew. Like you knew he was dirty and perverted, even though he was supposed to be the calm, respectful one. Your protector. When you looked at him, he felt too exposed, like you could see the thoughts he had when he laid in bed at night, your room so close to his it made him crazy. This was all so wrong. 

So he distanced himself. He started talking to some of the metkayina girls to block out the thought of you. He was quieter, and when you bounded up to him with an interesting thought or idea he averted his gaze and mumbled some excuse. It pained him to see the downcast look in your eyes but it was better than the horror that you would feel if you knew all the things he wished to do to you. So it was his only option. 

…

You were sitting on the white sand, watching the boys make up competitions in the bright ocean when you felt a wave of sadness rush to the surface. Neteyam was smiling as Roxto attempted to beat Ao’nung at holding his breath for the longest. Why didn’t Neteyam like you anymore? Why did he toss you aside like you were nothing to him? What did those other girls have that you didn’t? Your eyes pricked with tears. You missed him. You had to do something. Make him look you in the eyes, notice you. You wracked your brain. 

If you tried to show off your body to him he would simply tell you to cover up. You had to make him protect you. Get into trouble. You had to flirt with Ao’nung. If you knew one thing about Neteyam it was that he would always protect you from the other boys.

Ao’nung had always had a thing for you. He used to tease you about your shade of blue and number of fingers, but it turned out he was into you. You realized quickly that he didn’t really have feelings for you and just thought you were attractive. He was disprespectful towards girls, you knew that, so you had disregarded his advances many times, but he was a flirter and it always got a rise out of Neteyam. 

It was getting dark and the waves lapped at the shore. You could hear the yells of Ao’nung and his group. You decided to swim up to them. You pulled your chest piece just a little farther down, for good measure, and pulled your loincloth down low on your hips. This was perfect. You sucked in a breath and swayed up to them, tossing your hair over your shoulder. You could practically feel Neteyams narrowed eyes burning holes into your skin, but you ignored him. Any’ong smirked at you. “Hey there pretty ‘kaya.” Omatikaya.

“Hey Ao’n.” You smiled, a cute nickname. You twirled your hair between two fingers. Could this be any more obvious? He was smiling down at you, his eyes flickered to your chest, and you saw Neteyam tense. You internally smiled, “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight. I think the bioluminescence is supposed to be especially bright at around midnight.” 

He grinned and shot a smug look at Neteyam. “That sounds great. How about I pick you up later tonight?” 

“Perfect.” You waved at Roxto’s shocked face as you sauntered off. The bomb had been set, not you just had to wait. 

…

During dinner, Neteyam was silent. Hunched over his food, he barely ate. You talked and laughed with Kiri, just like any other night. Glancing at him, him he looked up at you to meet your gaze, a braid falling across his face. He was quiet but his brows furrowed with concern and question. Your heart beat quickened. It was working. 

Later that night you were changing in your room, putting on something uncharacteristically small for you, when Neteyam burst into your room with no warning and you hastily tugged a strap over your shoulder. You sat down on a chair. “Do you knock?”

He ignored you, leaning on the table beside you, big and overbearing. “You hate Any’oung.” His voice was deep and aggravated, his chest heaved. 

“No I don’t.” You looked up at him, eyes were wide with innocence. “I think he’s cute. And I like his personality.” 

His brows furrowed. “You think he’s cute?” 

“Yes. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m getting ready.” You turned back to the mirror. 

He turned, his fists were balled. He was rarely this aggravated. His broad shoulders were tense. “It’s too cold out to wear that.”

You smiled a little. “Ao’nung said I look hot in this top so-”

He left. Ten minutes later you could hear Ao’nungs taunting voice float through your window. “You know what I’m here for.”

You got up, and reached to open the front door, but paused when you heard Neteyams calm voice reply. “Just leave. We all know you’re going to treat her like shit.” You’re eyebrows raised at his language. He didn’t usually swear. You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help but smile. He was looking out for you. Protecting you like there was something in you worth keeping safe. 

“Look whos jealous.” Ao’nung laughed. “Its not my fault she chose me when you’ve been thirsting after her all these years.” You froze, eyes wide. Theres no way that was true, Ao’nung was teasing him. “Listen, I don’t blame you, shes hot, just look at that ass.” You blushed, tugging your skirt down a little, head pounding. “But she chose me I won. And I have the whole night to have fun with her. So back o-” There was a crack, followed by a groan and you gasped. 

“Shut up.” 

You flung open the door. “Neteyam, what are you doing!?” It was dark out but you could see Ao’nung on the ground, holding a bleeding nose. You ran over to him, and bent down-Neteyam averted his gaze, “Are you ok?” Ao’nung groaned, eyes shut.

“Your brother’s a jealous asshole.” Embarrassingly, your heart swelled at his words.

“I’m not her brother.” Neteyam snapped. You glanced at him as you helped Ao’nung up. His eyes were dark as he glared at Ao’nung.

“Keep telling yourself that bro, shes not gonna wanna fu-” 

“Leave now before I break the rest of your face.” Neteyams face was flushed with embarrassment, and if looks could kill, Ao’nung would’ve been dead by now. Raising his hands in defeat, he backed away. Then he looked at you with a wink, “Listen, we’ll have our fun another night, ok?” 

When he was gone you raised your eyebrows, “What was that?” 

Neteyams voice was quiet, “He was saying fucked up things about you.” His chest was heaving and tense with adrenaline. He looked down at his hand, it bloodied from the punch. 

You pursed your lips. “Come.” You led him inside, hand on his arm. You sat him by the fire. It was late and the rest of the family was in bed. You sat across from him, knees touching his, your soft thighs dwarfed by his large muscular ones. He was warm, and you tingled at the touch. You reached for his hand, and he grimaced as he moved the fingers, making sure nothing was broken. His gaze was averted, he was ashamed at how out of hand everything had gotten. 

You felt stupid now, uncomfortable in your outfit. You put some healing paste on his cuts and began to wrap it in cloth. He lifted his gaze and looked down at you, your face, creased with concentration as you dressed his wound. 

“ ‘M sorry.” His voice was soft and raspy. You looked up at him. Your faces were close and you wanted to reach out so badly to and touch him. You wanted to be closer to him, feel him. His eyes were soft and apologetic. He nudged you with his thigh gently. “I should’ve stayed out of it.” You nodded in agreement. “It’s just…he’s a dick, and it…” he trailed off, his eyes darting to your lips but he quickly ripped them away. “When I see you with someone else it-”

“Somone else?” You interrupted him, trying to decipher his wording. 

His eyes widened slightly. “I mean-” 

“’Teyam.” His breath hitched at your nickname for him, you sucked in a breath. If there was ever a time to get this weight of your chest it was now. You had to bite the bullet. He was barely talking to you anyway. “Why don’t we talk anymore? Why do you ignore me when I talk you you?” There was a pause, you could tell he wasn’t sure what to say. “…I don’t feel like you’re my brother.” His eyes searched yours, trying to find the meaning of your words. Your chest felt tight, your heart beat the fastest it ever had. You looked down, rubbing the back of his large hand with your thumb gently. His fingers were large and slender. “Was Ao’nung telling the truth?” A pause. “Do you?”

His eyes flickered to your shoulder where your strap was falling down. He reached out and tugged it back up gently. “Do I what?” He was going to make you say it. Your head felt light. It was as if his thigh touching yours was the only thing keeping you from floating away. You felt tiny, minuscule compared to him. Was he going deny you? Or worse, laugh at you? “Um, never mind.” 

His eyes softened at your shyness. Of course he wanted you. He couldn’t get his mind off you no matter how hard he tried. He voice was low, “Thinking about him…touching you makes me want to kill him.” His eyes were dark. He didn’t fully answer your question. Your heart beat quickened at his words, “Thinking about anyone touching you makes me sick.” There was a pause. “I want you all to myself.” His eyes met yours, piercing and unwavering, flickering with the light of the fire. His jaw clenched. 

Your chest heaved. Your voice sounded quiet, far away. Like you were in a dream. “Teyam, you can have me.” He let out a breath that he didn’t know he had been holding, and lifted his bandaged hand to your face. It found the back of your head, grasping at your thick hair and you exclaimed softly as he pulled your face towards him. His lids were heavy as he breathed you in. He held your face close to his, barely grazing his lips against yours. He was teasing you. You tried to follow his mouth with yours but he held you firm. “You always flash me when you bend over. Here I was thinking you’re all innocent.” You felt it his hard cheekbones rise as he smiled. You blushed at his words. Finally he tilted his head and kissed you, softly at first, then hard and feverishly. His breath was hot.  He was all consuming-big and broad. He smelled like damp earth and wood. You melted into him, hands grasping at his arms. 

His teeth grazed your lips biting you softly, he was hungry for you, he’d waited so long. He finally broke away. “Come ‘ere” his other hand wrapped around your waist and he pulled you off your seat to sit on his thigh. You moaned softly as his hard muscle rubbed against your core. He smiled into the kiss and bounced his leg slightly, feeling you wet against his thigh. You gasped. 

There was something daring, knowing anyone could walk in on the two of you. It made you hot with need. He pulled away and sat back in his chair, his chest heaving with breaths. His hands fell to the fat of your hips, and he stared up at you. His eyes fell to your top, where one of your breasts was threatening to spill out. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted and wet. He raised his hand, fingers toying lazily with the bottom hem. “Can I see?” You clenched your thighs at his words, and swallowed thickly, nodding. He was agonizingly slow, eyes glued to your chest, inching the net-like fabric down until your striped breasts popped out the top of the hem, nipples hardening against the cool air. His breath hitched and he brought his huge hands up to them, dwarfing them. He felt himself harden at the size difference between his large, calloused hands and your soft, delicate breasts. It was even better than he had imagined. You instinctively nudged them into his warm hands and he let out a small moan, tugging roughly at the nipple.“So pretty.” 

You whined, bucking into him, needing friction. You felt empty. It was getting darker as the fire began to die, but your eyes traveled down the contours of his chest and abs to his loincloth. You could make out a little wet patch of precum that made you lightheaded. He watched your expression contort with pleasure as you began to move faster. He bounced his leg, it made him agonizingly hard watching your breasts bounce and mouth hang open in pleasure. His fingers clawed at your soft hips, he wanted so badly fill you up, make you feel good. He pulled the cheeks of your ass apart, and you groaned at the feeling of him splitting you open.

His hand traveled down from your hips to your loincloth. He moved it aside slightly, just so your glistening slit peeked out. His eyes widened at the sight or your lips dragging against him in a mess of slick. Even now, this felt so wrong. Something inside him was screaming to stop, who told him this was ok? He was supposed to be your protector, but something even louder kept him going. His thumb found your clit and began rubbing lazy circles. Your mouth fell open with warbled moan and he pulled your face into his neck “Quieter,” He whispered, teeth grazing your ear. You could feel his sharp jaw clench against your temple. His huge hand cradled your head, fingers tangled in your hair as you bucked your hips, faster. You were so close. “Teyam, teyam, teyam.” Your voice was airy and high, and his name was a whispered chant on your lips. You clutched at his back, tender breasts squashed against his hard chest, nipples rubbing against him. It made his knees weak. You came with a warbled groan, and the sound made his cock twitch. Your thighs clenched together as he overstimulated you. He held you close as you shuddered, riding you through your orgasm, teeth grazing your ear. Your cunt clenched around nothing, and the movement against his thigh made him lightheaded with need.

He slowed and you slumped against him, feeling his prominent hardness through fabric. It was dark and you stilled, your breaths the only thing hanging in the air. You could feel his chest beneath your head, rising and falling. You stayed there for a few minutes, his rough fingertips tracing circles on your shoulder. 

There was a sudden creak in the floor and you quickly stood, tugging your top back over your breasts. You jolted as he brushed your clit, tugging your cloth back over your cunt. You could barely make out his smug smile. Your knees felt weak.

Footsteps, then a dark figure, Jake, appeared, wiping his eyes. “Oh kids, didn’t see you there.” 

“Oh hey dad, we were just heading to bed.” Neteyams voice was raspy and he was still reclined, big hands resting on his thighs. His eyes were fixed on you, mouth slightly open, looking up at you like you were the eighth wonder of the world. 

You cleared your throat, but your voice came out embarrassingly hoarse, “Yeah, goodnight.” You turned around and made your way to your room. You swayed your hips exaggeratedly, even though it was too dark for Neteyam to see, leaving him to take care of his agonizing hard on. 

You couldn’t help but smile. 

[rez-urrection]

I saw someone else on here saying how Rick needs someone with a different moral compass to go with him on adventures because otherwise it'd be an echo chamber of bad decisions, and thats why he brings Morty (very outspoken against him) rather than Summer (very often outspoken against him, however very much aligns with his violent impulses)

and I agreed with that, however I wanted to add my own theory as to why he brings only Morty, which kind of goes along with theirs.

I lost their post/url so I dont know who it is who posted that, but if I find it ill reblog with a link to their post, or if one of you find it youre welcome to do that for me !!

okay, so. it seems to me that another reason Rick would take Morty most times and not usually Summer is not only because Summer is more likely to become a moral echo chamber, but because Morty is the most likely in the family to not end up another Rick.

let me explain what I mean:

Rick has witnessed the citadel and how that ended up, he's implied to have witnessed the deaths of so many people (not just Ricks) for being too confident in their smarts. he knows that his life style kind of ruins you if youre as smart as he is because you start getting to know that you are.

this won't happen with Morty.

Morty is a lot of things; resourceful, highly adaptive, good in combat (when he can be), quick on his feet and passionate. but one thing he isnt, is like Rick.

Morty gets none of his traits from Beth or Rick. he isnt inhumanely smart (in fact its canon that he's quite the opposite), he isnt predisposed to being cold and uncaring, he isnt as impulsive (he still is, just not as much), the list goes on.

not only are Summer and Beth predisposed to end up like Rick, they have, on many occasions, acted exactly how Rick would've acted in situations. and to me, it seems like that scares him.

Morty however is very different to Rick, and Rick knows that very few Mortys ever end up even a fraction of the man he is.

Mortys are not predisposed to end up cold and uncaring, in fact Mortys are predisposed to be the exact opposite. Mortys are "hardwired for forgiveness." theyre empathetic, loving, forgiving. Mortys rarely harden into the kind of person Rick is, or the kind of person Summer and Beth would be.

Morty is the obvious answer to who Rick should rely on - he'll never be bad. Morty is good at his core. at least most of them are, of course just like there's outlier Ricks (c-137 himself), there's outlier Mortys, but as a general statement, Mortys are good at their core.

kind of off topic, but I also beleive that c-137 is good at his core.

let me explain.

he is, by admission, a different kind of Rick. he wanted to stay home, to be there for the girls, he was even willing to give up his dream of science just to be there for him.

when they died, so did a part of him.

he lost the love of his life, and he lost his daughter. he lost his perfect little family.

and what did he do ? go insane trying to find the person who did this to him, and get rid of them.

the things he did on the way were kind of a "in the grand scheme of things" type of situation.

again another blog already said this (here) (hopefully that worked), but when Prime said he c-137 could've been him- he already was. he was in the exact same situation that Prime was. he offered someone infinity, and they rejected it. but instead of going the way Prime did, which was killing the people around Bird Person to force him to travel infinity anyways, he just moved on. he got upset at first and tossed some weak insults, but he moved on. because, as the above post says, its not that big of a deal. it wasn't the end of the world for him.

now, im not saying c-137 has never done anything wrong. hes done a lot of things wrong. what I am saying is he's good at his core; his goal was never and still isn't just to hurt people. his goal is revenge and in his eyes, its a ticking time bomb. anyone in his way has to be swiftly dealt with because he's running out of time.

also - of course he can't show how much he loves Morty. he doesnt know if Prime is still watching him, but he does know that the Omega Device could very well still be on operation, and he finds out he was correct in this assumption in Ultmortricken.

if he had shown his love for Morty often at all, who knows what Prime would've done with that information.

[funandexploring]

- Ravina gave a wedding gift to Cassandra. "A Bridle of Frost, that she might command a team of fiery horses"

- Cassandra and Galicaea were traveling together (night and moon) side by side. Elven deities starting out with Cassandra having more Fey. Sol (sun) also traveled with them to the great mountains

- Written like it was a part of a saga. It's included but not the main point. The significance is that they were connected (low-key, Cassandra might not even be the connection. It could be her sister, and it just happened to be Cassandra's wedding)

- Murph thinks Cassandra marrying a giant? Siobhan thinking it was to one of the gods of the giants like Ravina?

- Cassandra, Goddess of Mystery and Doubt, can make other gods weak? Hit on her life because of this? Sister can't help her because of the rule about gods not helping other gods!

- Sidenote: In sophomore year, it was stated that mortals were convinced to no longer say Cassandra's name and took down her monuments and scriptures as if it would grant her more power as the Goddess of Mystery and Doubt. Someone on earth knew how to get rid of her. Mortal plot? Or a god possibly breaking the rules of influence? (If this, were/how were they penalized?)

- Sidenote: Was Cassandra technically a dead god as The Nightmare King? Or transformed into something else entirely? How did Kristen learn her name again? Cassandra introduced herself? Anyway, someone's pissed she's back!

- Obliviati Mori - The Law of Theothanitc Silience - when a god dies, you forget their name (Yes! is dead but everyone remembers Yes!) VERY SIGNIFICANT THAT THE GODS DO NOT FORGET THE DEAD GODS, only that they cannot remind mortals of a dead gods existence

- Sidenote: Lucy (possessed? A god herself?) had a way of knowing a true dead gods name and writing it down without breaking Obliviati Mori (or taking the penalty for it?) Did Lucy even write that document?? Or did someone do so in her name and she came back later like huh?? Change it back. Is this a prank lol Where is she??? Also, how did it not break the rule if someone at school had to read it to process her forms?? WHO was in that office that could possibly have read the name??

- You can break the above rule with penalties or find a way to work around it somehow

- Lydia and crew never even knew the gods name themselves

- Cassandra reacting to the red stars like "I thought you were dead?!"

- Emily thought that the Rat Grinders (or at least Ivy) are in on it because of how they reacted to Fig in disguise as Lucy

- some celestials and archfey are gods that decided to become something less faith-based (was Bakur once a god? Or strictly a creation of the dead god?)

- Shut the fuck up. Cassandra possibly marrying the embodiment of rage which combined with mystery and doubt could be too powerful so someone(s) started a campaign to kill them both!! Galicaea also being a goddess of the moon so in relation werewolves could have once had a connection?

- Riz saying Galicaea is growing at the same time as the dead god is somehow getting their powers back. Galicaea as the moon goddess where the moon is a reflection of the sun (isnt she married to Sol?) But the dead god has a 26 point red star symbol so could they not also have a connection to Galicaea? More worship for her through Tracker's movement means more power by proxy to the dead god? Also WHY is Tracker's girlfriend so keen on showing face on social media? One part because this is probably their first real relationship after the reveal of where we know her from. But also there's so much going on, so why would it not be suspicious that she literally put Tracker on a deadline??

- I don't get Kristen's theory that the dead god is in Lydia's chest because how did they do what they did at the mall without leaving Lydia? Fig's dad was stuck in a gem and he could only do things through influence as a warlock's patron

[youngpettyqueen]

Since you are asking for DS9 short fic requests, could you please do #6 “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” of the writing prompt list with some Julian Bashir whump? (But no character death please!) ❤️

you got it anon! and worry not, writing character death fics isnt really my thing, so no chance of me killing anybody <3

also since you didnt specify anybody else in the scene I decided to have Miles be there! hope that's ok I just have them on the brain

Miles wonders if this is how Julian feels every time a mission leaves him half-dead.

He can't stop pacing. Back and forth, back and forth, he's going to pace a ditch right through the cave floor at the rate he's going. He tried sitting and holding still, but that just made him feel like he was itchy under his skin, twitchy with nerves. So, pacing it is. Pacing and cursing how quiet it is.

Any other day he'd be grateful for the quiet. Today, though, he hates it. Because Julian isn't quiet, he isn't capable of being quiet, and right now he's dead silent.

Miles glances over. Julian is just as unconscious as he was last time he looked over, which was all of two minutes ago if he's being generous. Still and quiet, so goddamn quiet. He finds himself moving closer, just so he can make sure that Julian's chest is, in fact, still rising and falling.

And then he's kneeling down. He's checking the dressing over Julian's stomach. Again. He's not a doctor, he doesn't know what he would even be looking for here, but he's checking anyways. He can't help it. It makes him feel better.

The dressing is still clean. Miles is sure that's a good thing- that means he hasn't bled through it yet. Considering all he's had to work with is a dermal regenerator on the fritz and some bandages, he'd say that's pretty good. Sure, Julian might be able to save the entire station with less than that, but, well... Julian's the one who needs saving this time.

It was supposed to be a simple away mission. It's always supposed to be a simple away mission, really. They were delivering medical supplies to a Federation colony, helping them deal with a nasty outbreak of some sort of flu that Miles can't remember the name of. They were well on their way, spending the time arguing over who actually won their last game of darts, casual as can be.

And then they got shot down.

Miles didn't see who it was. Could've been Cardassians, could've been Maquis, could've been literally anybody this side of the Quadrant. All he knows is one second things were great, and the next his console was exploding and throwing him across the cockpit, and Julian was wrestling with the controls to aim them at the closest planet. He threw himself back into his seat and did his best to help, but there was no saving their landing. They crashed. Violently.

Miles woke up on the floor, bruised all over but still breathing. And Julian was hunched over the console, unmoving just like he is now. But there, he was awake. He was all-too awake, and he wasn't moving, because he'd been flung into the splintered console, and it was embedded deep in his gut.

He's never going to forget the sounds Julian let out as he pulled him off the console. It was a mercy he'd passed out right after, going limp and lifeless in Miles' arms the second he was free. Gave him a bloody heart attack, thinking for a brief second he'd just up and died, but it at least made it easy to gather Julian up in his arms and carry him out of the wreckage.

It's not a good situation. Their medical supplies was destroyed in the crash, and the medkit and all its contents were either damaged or broken beyond use. The dermal regenerator barely managed anything before it sparked out and nearly exploded in his hand. They've got a transmitter, at least, but it was damaged in the crash and he has to check it every few minutes to make sure it's still working.

And Julian won't wake up.

Miles' gaze travels up to Julian's face. Perfectly still, damn near peaceful, except there's a thin sheen across his forehead and he's pale under his skin. A pinch to his brows betrays the pain he's still in, even unconscious. The kit had one working hypo that he could find, and he'd given it to Julian without hesitation. He's not in the best shape himself, battered and bruised as he is, but that's all small potatoes compared to Julian.

It's probably a mercy that he's staying unconscious. Miles doesn't envy the pain he'd be in if he were awake. Still, there's a big, selfish part of him that wishes Julian was awake. Because then, at least, it wouldn't be quiet. He's never hated quiet before today. He'd be happy to never have to deal with complete silence ever again.

"I don't know if you can hear me," He says, mainly just to fill the space, "And I really hope you can't, because I'd never say this to you if you were awake, but... you're the best friend I've got, Julian. And I'm really not ready to let that end here," He admits, his voice quiet even though there's nobody else around, "Cause, y'know, we've got that holosuite reservation next week, and Quark won't consider your death grounds for a refund. And... I'd miss you, so there's that," God, this is hard. Julian's fucking unconscious and this is still so hard, "I'd... I'd really miss you, Julian, so... I guess what I'm saying is... you're not allowed to die," He reaches, like he's going to take Julian's hand, but comes up short, "You can't die. So, please don't. Die, that is." He ends up patting Julian's arm. It feels awkward and stiff, but anything else feels too much like he's saying goodbye, and he's really not trying to say goodbye right now.

"Is that..." Miles' head snaps up, and he finds himself meeting Julian's half-open eyes, "Is that... an order, Chief...?" He asks weakly, managing an obnoxious smile, even now.

"Oh, you bastard," Miles breathes, because yeah, of course Julian woke up in time to listen to that, "You right bastard. How much of that did you hear?" He asks.

Julian grins, blood painting his teeth. "Enough," He replies, like an asshole, "You'd... miss me?" He questions, looking far too smug for a man halfway to death.

"Absolutely not," Miles informs him, sniping purely out of habit and with no real heat behind his words, "But Keiko would miss you, and I hate to see Keiko upset, so I guess I need you to stay alive." He continues.

"How's it feel... knowing your wife would miss me?" Julian asks, still grinning like a smug clown.

"Don't push your luck, Julian," Miles tells him, with undeniable fondness, "It'd be far too easy to make it look like the crash killed you."

Julian croaks a laugh. And maybe this is the moment where Miles should say something heartfelt. Like how he actually would miss Julian, a whole hell of a lot. Or how glad he is that he's alive. Or how relieved he is to hear the sound of his voice. But Julian already knows those things, and spilling his heart out while Julian bleeds his guts out would feel way too much like they're having their final conversation. This banter, though, is familiar. It's them. And it lets him say we're going to get through this without actually saying it.

So, he doesn't say anything nice. Instead, he gets back into arguing about darts. Because then Julian is talking, and it isn't quiet anymore, and he can hide in the familiarity of their arguing and convince himself that everything's going to be ok.

(And it is. Miles has to kick the transmitter a few more times, but a rescue comes. Julian is fine, he won't even have a scar. And if Miles relents and begrudgingly admits, at last, that maybe Julian won their game, well... maybe that's his way of saying he's glad Julian's alright.)

[zeb-z]

minecraft-sinfonia family in the Star Wars au, because brain worms never sleep

Chayanne is hardly a toddler in the crèche when the Jedi temple falls and the Empire is born. Phil saves him, cares for him, raises him as his own on a homestead after meeting Missa, far from the core worlds. He grows up learning to farm, to cook, to find his own resources and how to make do with what you have. He has no idea where he’s from - his records were sealed in a holocron along with the other younglings his age, and who knows where that is now. Not that it matters all that much to him - his family are his parents who have raised him, and later his sister.

Tallulah is also force sensitive, but was never picked up by the Jedi. She knows where she’s from - an outer rim dustball of a planet where she had no one but the other street kids, where they all had to eat dirt. According to Wilbur, who picked her up and took her in, she had been crying in the rubble in an ally, where a building had managed to collapse sideways into, somehow entirely unscathed, the only survivor. Now that she’s older, and has an understanding of her powers, she can guess she had used the force in some sort of subconscious survival instinct. She spent a good year or two with her father, before she had been dropped off during a visit to her “abuelo Phil”, and never picked back up. It’s another year before she starts calling Phil her Pa instead.

For a year after the fall of the Jedi, Phil travels with Wilbur, and tries to take care of a very young Chayanne as best as he can. He tries to make it easy on Wil as he can, but he know it can’t be simple, traveling with an ex-Jedi on the run and a force sensitive toddler who makes all the noise a toddler does. Whatever guilt he has is buried under the knowledge that this is safest. Staying in the wind, between the stars, without making a name or life for himself, is necessary until the panic around the Jedi dies down.

Phil meets Missa shortly after he parts ways with Wilbur, on some forgettable, relatively mild planet on the edges of the mid rim, in a town full of farmers and workers. He’s clearly lost, and exhausted, and struggling to find something he can afford to feed the hungry child in his arms, and Missa may not have much but for this he has a few credits to spare, and well - he just can’t ignore that feeling, tugging in his gut and wrapping around his chest, that’s pulling him towards the two strangers. Kindness has him buying them a meal and offering his home to them for the night, and when Phil asks if they can stay for just a while, to figure out where to go next, he says yes before he even processes the question. A little foolish, maybe, given the state of the galaxy, but Phil would be lost without that kindness.

Phil makes himself useful helping around the farm, feeding the growzers and nerfs, pulling weeds, planting new crops, at least when Chayanne doesn’t demand attention. Missa works as he always does, keeps them all fed, and looks up all the articles he can find about childcare - and then double checks with a few parents when they drop into town for market, because surely Chayanne isnt old enough to be eating full carrots yet, his teeth are just so small - that’s when he realizes he’s far more open to Phil and Chayanne staying around than he thought he was. It isn’t much longer until Phil comes to a similar conclusion, during a dinner like any other night before, where Missa had taken care to cut Chayanne’s carrots and had made a pot of tea that was Phil’s favorite (one he got based on a hunch back in town a few days prior), and he realizes that he doesn’t want to lose this. That he wants to stay.

After he finds that Missa himself is also force sensitive, and he comes clean about who he actually is, their life continues on without the idea that this just a temporary set up. They get officially married just before Tallulah comes into the picture, which gives Phil an official new identity to the Empire, from a legal standpoint.

Chayanne and Tallulah both grow up learning Jedi techniques to balance their connection with the force. They learn early on the extent of their powers and how to meditate. The better trained you are, and the more you know of your own powers, the better you can master self control - that’s what their dads say, at least. While Phil had been anxious when Tallulah first arrived - wondering if them knowing their powers would make them all more obvious to those hunting for them - it’s cemented when Chayanne uses the force in the market, floating a fruit from a street vendor towards him when he couldn’t reach it himself. They were extremely lucky he wasn’t noticed. Chayanne, with enough core memories in the temple, where using the force and connecting wasn’t only second nature, but was encouraged all around him, would only struggle if they pretended anything different. Besides - as much as they have to keep themselves hidden and safe from the Empire, the force was something to celebrate. They were never taught that their gifts were anything but special - it wasn’t them that was wrong, but the Empire for hunting them.

After their home is raided, and the kids go with Phil to the rebellion, separated from Missa, is when they learn to fight. Chayanne is extremely disappointed he can’t actually train to learn how to wield his dads lightsaber. Tallulah leans less into physical training, and gets a better handle at using the force to interact with the world. She learns a technique to help plants grow just a little faster, and a little stronger, and likes to help around the gardens and greenhouses. It makes Phil a little sad, but only sometimes - she would have loved the Room of a Thousand Fountains, had this universe been kinder.

When Missa manages to find them again, worn and weary and somehow with Phil’s lightsaber still intact and all his limbs attached, he joins the rebels cause and fights with his family. Phil insists Missa keeps his lightsaber on him, pretending like it isn’t as big of a deal as it is, saying he’s grown used to fighting without it - but Missa knows better. A lightsaber is a Jedi’s life, their being connected to their crystal that gives it power, the weapon an extension of themselves. He understands the significance, of Phil’s life humming in his hands, protecting him above all else. There’s an immense amount of love, of trust, in the decision. It makes Phil a terrible Jedi - giving up his saber by choice, for a familial attachment he should never have made in the first place. But who gives a fuck - the temple has long been gone, the Jedi and all their believers dead with it, and Missa is here in front of him, alive, unlike the fucking Jedi council, the merry band of hypocrites. He’d like to keep it that way.

Chayanne still gets Phil to train him with the lightsaber, and it’s the coolest thing ever of all time.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

this isnt even the end of my time leaping thoughts unfortunately, this one is a lot shorter then the last though! i had an idea that since you can have multiple people as triggers, using multiple different riggers could get you further and further back. like after the first one sends you back if you go to another person who at the time can trigger time leap you can get a bit farther back. most likely different triggers send you back to different points, naoto sends takemichi back 12 years into the past and while hes there he gets sent farther back by hanma not literal years but to some point before kisaki died so still in middle school for takemitchy. i had this idea of hanma, after a disastrous final battle where takemitchy fails to save mikey or anyone else, knowing kisaki at least heavily suspected if not completely convinced that takemichi could time travel, figuring out how to send him back from something someone says in the battle grabs takemitchy and offers try to send him back to fix the whole disaster on the one condition that he also saves kisaki's life for hanma while hes doing that before offering his hand and takemitchy gets sent back possibly far enough to save baji too. rereading this doesnt seem as short as i thought itd be sorry.

Oh so it's like a whole chain of time leaps! You just go further and further back, well that definitely would've been helpful for Takemichi.

Oh no that would've been cool! Like Takemichi is ready to give up hope after a really bad horrible battle and then the last person he would expect to pops up, Hanma. Takemichi definitely would've agreed to save Kisaki too if it meant saving the others. Hc this is what happens in the train timeline we luckily never got to see play out.

[furbygoblinxiv]

Part two of my Scum villain character design series! This time, the Mobei clan! This one features the three ice demons and then Mobei Jun's mother who's mentioned maybe once lol. Anyways, close ups and thoughts under the cut (keep in mind tho it gets long):

Keep in mind these are all head canons lol

So for the northern demons, I imagine they got kinda an Elsa "cold doesn't bother me anyways" vibe going on to where they don't need to wear layers that are warm, but they do adopt winter staples like fur or capes or boots. I also like to imagine their horns have sharp edges to reflect the harsh environment they live in. Northern style is reflected by (open skin revealing) pants and metals such as silver or iron that have cooler tones than gold.

I also imagine, for all demons not just them, that swapping jewelry is a sign of courtship/ownership. Hence why mbj and sqh swapped earrings, but mbj's mom is wearing the mobei crest and his dad isnt wearing her stars or moons.

Alrighty so explaining each duo lol:

I'm starting with them since their designs influence everyone else's. Starting with the unnamed mother of Mobei Jun. All we know about her, iirc, is that she died when our Mobei was young, and was apparently the cause of the rift between linguang jun and the mobei juns. However, I thought it was interesting that while Mobei Jun can shadow teleport, LGJ had to use wind to fast travel? Which I took to imply that MBJ's mom has some sort of shadow powers that he would then inherit. Based on that, I made her more of a night/shadow based demon, and decided at random that she'd be an Eastern region demon. She's got darker skin with and star type freckles, with her crest symbols being a star and a moon. That way, she has a visually distinct look that makes her stand out like a sore thumb in the north, something that would lead to her biting the dust sooner. She adopts Mobei/northern fashion things, but then still keeps her clan influences on her.

Mobei Jun senior I wanted to look regal and older, yet still having the revealing signature looks of the northern clan demons. His pants I also went out of the way to make more boldly embroidered than some of the other clothing shown. As well as that, I wanted to show his older age due to how large/long his horns have gotten, and I may even extend them even further in the future. He's also got one earring to show how he's currently the one on the throne, first in line.

Linguang-Jun up next! The biggest staple, I hope, is his ripped off horn. With how much LGJ plots about being awful, he never seems to directly go after MBJ senior (that we see with tangible results, at least). I like to think it's because he established firmly that he wasn't one to be directly trifled with - by ripping off one of his brother's horn. Aside from that, I tried to make him like a younger Mobei senior. Instead of white irises, he got green ones, since SQH said he had "peach blossom" eyes compared to mobei junior. He also has cooler skin and lighter hair than Mobei senior, less facial lines, and his horn is much smaller - closer to Mobei juniors horn length. It's also a tad hard to see on top of the hair, but he's wearing three crest earrings, showing how he's third in line for the throne.

Finally, we have moshang. Mobei is a mix of his parents, with the freckles and clan symbols of his mother and the horns and eyes of his father. I like to think that he got a recessive gene on the hair that meant even with two dark haired parents, he got snow white hair. In terms of clothing, the middle section of form fitting shorts above and below the belt is an Eastern demon style thing like his mother, and the translucent pants and the boots are more northern. Also, he's got one clan earring to show his status as second from the throne, one of his mothers moon earrings as a sign of respect, and he's swapped an earring with SQH. He's also got a cape similar to his father's just for the aesthetic drama of it all. In terms of his eye color, I think it'd be fun if his eye got more electric blue with the more emotions that he felt , but is dark blue with a white iris when neutral.

SQH has the attire of a peak lord in terms of the robes, with the same peak lord belt as SQQ. However, he also has northern demon/Mobei elements to his design: the neck piece with blue cloth coming off of it and the boots being the obvious ones. it's a bit hard to spot, but he's got two Mobei crest earrings on his left ear, from what he swapped with Mobei. Also yes Shang Qinghua has a villain moustache.

I threw in some little Mo's in the group picture just to show him as a little guy. I also think it'd be funny if his mom didn't like the palace very much but was like "eh this kid's alright" despite him being one and having like one braincell.

I still got one more part of this, the random misc demons like Sha Hualing and Six Balls, so if you've read this far, thanks and stay tuned for that :)

[thetobiroppofan]

one piece rant #4 (i think): the tobiroppo and why i love tjem

one day im going to be famous and whether it be for murder or a simple delusion in my mind it WILL happen one day trust me on this those who read this post. anyways i talk like my business is everyone elses deal cause it IS i mean im posting this to STRANGERS!!! ON THE INTERNET!!! i dont CARE if im judged its the INTERNET. i am THE internet gremlin. ohmygod shoot me for that i change my mind.

anyways this isnt what this post is about (pro tip: if you think youre funny write a script and go animate something i estimate soon we'll be needing the next batch of funny animated youtubers soon like jaiden animations and does anyone remember that one guy with the demon horns?? i think his name was adam smth i used to watch his videos religiously)

I love the tobiroppo if you couldnt tell by my cool awesome username. the tobiroppo are AWESOME. BEST villain group in one piece i dont CARE what anyone says. NO!! I AM NOT INCLUDING KAIDO OR HIS ALL STARS IN THIS. JUST THE TOBIROPPO.

LOOK AT THEM!!! THEYRE AWESOME!!! I LOVE THE TOBIROPPO. I MEAN IT WHEN I SAY IF I HAD THE CHANCE TO MEET THE TOBIROPPO AND THE ONLY WAY TO DO IT WAS THROUGH DYING I WOULD DIE!!!!!!!! LITERALY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ID DEFINITELY BREAKDOWN UPON SEEING THEM SINCE THEYRE SCARY ASF AND ALSO THEYRE SO COOL!!!!!! BUT ITS SOO WORTH IT!!!!!! HEAVEN HELL BE DAMNED I LOVE THE TOBIROPPO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

one day im gonna travel to japan and find eiichiro oda and stalk him until he breaks down and i force him to tell me EVERYTHING about the tobiroppo from all their dynamics with the other members to their least favorite food!! (ALL JOKES!!! I AM NOT GOING TO STALK ODA!!!)

anyways if i had to rank my favorite members to least favorite itd go in an order like this: 1. ULTI MY GOAT!!!!!!!!!!!!

2. BLACK MARIA MY QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!

3. PAGE ONE MY MOODY NERDY TEENAGE BOYMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!

4. SASAKI!!!!!!!!!! THE HOT ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

5. The racist.

6. X-Drake. (i like him but not as a tobiroppo member he knows his place.)

who's who would be higher than 5 but i am a die hard jinbe fan (i say with the only piece of merch i have of him being a funko figure that holds my house keys) and that fishman racism was NOT!!!!!!!!!! cute.

sasaki shouldve gotten more screentime he was sooo fine i love you sasaki mwa

page one is LITERALLY!!!!!!!! me core (not really but let me be insane oh my GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) also i LOVE that one hc i saw one time where he has a special interest for dinosaurs like thats so real ily page one

black maria is THE cuntiest member of the tobiroppo. like have you SEEN her in the anime AUGH!!!!! THE THINGS ID DO FOR HER!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE IS THE GIRLBOSS!!! MOTHER IS MOTHERING!!!!!! CURNTY!!! SINJIN DROWNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ULTI IS MY ALL-TIME FAVORITE THOUGH!!!!!! SHE IS THE TOBIROPPO MEMBER.

THIS SCREENSHOT OF HER IS SO CUTE I LOVE HOW TOEI DREW HER HAIR. ULTIS DESIGN IS ULTIMATELY ONE OF MY FAVORITES FROM THE SERIES ENTIRELY. I LOVE HOW COLORFUL HER HAIR IS AND HOW SHE LOOKS SO CUTE IN HER OUTFIT!!!!!!!! I LOVE HER HAIR TEXTURE AND HOW SHE HAS A CUTE LITTLE AHOGE AnD I LOVE HER LITTLE FLOWER MASK.

ODA!!!!!!!!!

DROP MORE ULTI CONTENT AND MY LIFE IS YOURS.

phew!! sorry gangalang (i say as a 15 year old white boy) i got carried away there. anyways when ulti dies so will i its me and her for LIFE.

i know the tobiroppo members either died or got arrested but in my head theyre living the same reality as the baroque works agents did because im insane over the tobiroppo.

I actually dont even know when this obsession started??? it mightve been when i started one piece which was like a year ago during july '23 (which oh my god?? a year's passed already since last year?? what the FUCK????)

but when i saw the tobiroppo (More specifically, sasaki, he started my obsession) a neuron activated in my brain and ive been OBSESSED with the tobiroppo (and one piece 'by extension' i argue despite having two large one piece posters, like 4 figures, and a stupid ugly law plushie right where i lay my head to sleep. sigh. he terrifies me, the buttsnatcher.)

i think originally my favorite member was sasaki, since i found that greenhaired fishman IRRESTISITIBLE (idk how to spell that word im a bit stupid) and then like idk the rest i dont actually rank my favorites tbh which i really should do in retrospect but its stressful when i have mixed opinions

anyways

i love the height differences between the members its so stupid and funny teehees

Also i need to be honest to you people of the internet but i cant be the only one who thinks page one's mask and hair and hat is like 2020 core

it isnt BAD i think he pulls it off its just when i saw him for the first time i thought "girl 2020 called they want their get up back"

he looks cute though i think he works it yasssssssssssss queen erm give them that nonbinary 2020 dsmp core!!

(I support all lifestyles and I am trans myself, please do not cancel me.)

on another topic i think page one autism hcs are real since like one thing and one thing only: his sit

I love him dont get me wrong, but it is hard to believe that hes any form of neurotypical with this sit. ankles crossed n everything. like my guy has GOT to get that autism diagnosis oh my god.

on another note there is a fly at the foot of my bed and i am going to have a mini heart attack i hate flies so much oh my god tumblr pleease send guns and cannons

i think id die to know the dynamics between ANY of the tobiroppo members outside of page one and ulti because i wonder if any of them were close friends. like

i wonder if they were like some form of friends??? also does EVERY tobiroppo member have some form of tattoo on their torso??

also while writing that i thought "wait a minute"

wake up babe new hc dropped: page one got inspired by who's who to have a chest tattoo of his name when he first joined.

ok thats it honestly i dont have anything else to say this was just a divulgence in my own taste tonight through yapping about nothing specific and just the tobiroppo in general. i really love the tobiroppo genuinely and after this i might make a list of my top 10 favorite one piece characters in general since itd be fun. ok bye gangalang

this is THE tobiroppo fan getting off and remember: i am the tobiroppo's fan trust me on this i love the tobiroppo so much if you see someone claiming to be a bigger fan than me tell me ill follow them back to their house and violently mutilate them (joking! i love you my fellow tobiroppo fans!)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

youngsheldonfan9992

[based-bobcat]

The Flash

Yup, I got dragged to see this movie. It’s the best comedy of 1994!

-The opening scene was fine, but it set up the rollercoaster of tonal shifts we were about to jump on. I admit I laughed during the baby shower scene. Barry not being able to touch the people he saves seems like a new handwavy addition so they wouldn’t just speed to, say, Russia.

-Affleck in the Batsuit looks like Dark Knight Returns Batman, especially his face. It didn’t look good at all. Another laugh when WW showed up with that epic musical sting out of nowhere.

-There is no fucking way that Iris West would ever interact with Barry after him schizoing in front of her every single second. 

-The time travel itself was pretty cool, until they used CGI akin to Jimmy Neutron to show the ‘waves of time’ or whatever. Also it looked so much like the cosmic treadmill, you might as well have used it. Made totally not stolen from Flash season 3 stand out even more when he pushed Barry off the not!Treadmill.

-Whoever decided to have Ezra Miller play a dual role should be fired, shot and set on fire in that order. Barry Allen is the most annoying character to ‘grace’ the screen since Jar Jar, and no, film,  outright saying Barry is annoying doesn’t help. It just makes it worse.

-Barry and Barry have a scene in which Barry comes to the shocking conclusion that nobody of the League is around to stop Zod... Even though during MoS nobody was active during that time aside from Batman. They retcon Barry into the same trailer scene Bruce was in, which felt like I was finally watching a comic book. Pointless retcons!  That shows that Barry tried to save a kid and a dad, but failed to save the dad. A nice waste of time because you do see them later, they literally suffer the same fate. Even worse, Barry wasn’t even there this time!

-The usual ‘this is how OUR time travel works’ scene was generic, but spaghetti metaphor was at least an interesting take. Also autism be damned, Bruce can cook a good pasta

-While I usually like Michael Keaton, it seemed like he was phoning it in. He said ‘I’m Batman’ like an old person welcoming you to Target. He looks so bored

-In a later scene he says “You wanna get nuts? Let’s go nuts” in the same bored tone, shot the exact same way and the movie gives a pause for fucking applause. Beyond embarrassing. They also had Batman shield others from bullets with his cape like 5 times minimum and every time he made this face.

-Now the 4 people who follow me and read this will say ‘of course you’d say that’, but Supergirl is the only good part in this fucking shitshow. Rushed as hell, yes, but good. She took off because mankind imprisoned her so mankind bad, and immediately went back because Barry saved her in the span of a literal minute. Could’ve been explored better though. One of the Barry acts like a 4 year old could’ve been cut for Kara coming to terms with the fact that Kal-El isnt out there. Or just adjusting to freedom. Instead she immediately fights Zod, because the movie needs to (They do give her a reason, but only after she agreed to help to stop Zod)

-The reason being, yet another fucking retcon, on this Spaghetti strand Kara is the one with the Birthing Matrix, and Zod killed infant Clark to discover this. I genuinely dont get this change. It’d be more interesting if Clark died on arrival and the matrix was destroyed. So Zod is just Terraforming the Earth as a fuck you to Jor-El. 

-Just now realising that Zod came to Earth because Clark/Lois activated a signal, but without Clark how the fuck did he know where Kara even was?

-Final fight scene had tonal whiplash every five fucking seconds, I kind of tuned out until Kara and Bruce died. Barry and Spaghetti-Barry go back in time, it doesn’t work. OG!Barry finally learns the lesson that CW Flash never fucking learned about time travel, but Spaghetti!Barry keeps going until we get a literal crisis on infinite Earths type shit with Earths clashing into each other. To nobody’s surprise, Spaghetti!Barry is not!Savitar. Well to everyone’s surprise probably since I forgot he existed. They have the gall to say Spaghetti!Barry created himself, using OG!Barry as a way to do so.

-This is after an embarrassing amount of ‘REMEMBER THIS’ zooming in on those other Earths, with DC using the corpse of Christopher Reeves as nostalgia bait. Classy. 

-At least Nic Cage got to play Superman, good on him. Sad he still had to fight that giant spider. Telling that they CGI’d Reeve in, but Adam West only gets an audio clip

-A delicious middle finger to CW because the only reference to that we saw was Zoom-as-Jay-Garrick also known as the moment CW Flash went to shit.

-Anyway the movie ends with a woman hugging a bloody, dirty, crying man who is clearly wearing stolen clothes, then crying homeless man proceeds to steal her can of tomatoes. This is played with sad music and slo-mo. I genuinely haven’t laughed that hard in the theater in years.

-The movie ends with George Clooney as Batman, instead of giving me more Sasha Supergirl. Which they should’ve done. With Henry no longer playing Clark, why not give us Supergirl.

Numbers for movies dont mean shit, but this movie is a 3/10 and that generous. I laughed along with the movie the same amount of times I laughed at it, so that is a win? The people I went with could not name a single thing that they liked. Not a single fucking thing. Reportedly Aquaman is going to be worse. I cant wait.

Lets hope James Gunn turns this around. Not holding my breath

[whumperstorm]

Mel’s OC Profiles

Here are my babies, whom I would never, ever wish any harm upon..... I’ll probably add more later

Origins:

Last Chance: its the 2100′s, and climate change has brought the earth to the brink of collapse. To prolong it’s life, the earth, Terra, has split it’s soul into pieces and given four humans the power of the planet itself. These humans have to decide for themselves what to do with this power. Will they deny it? Use it to help themselves? Or sacrifice everything to save the world?

Fog About the Stars: After escaping a vicious, tyrant pirate captain, Apollus travels the stars with his own rag-tag group of scoundrels. Thieving, drinking, fighting, etc. However, his new life of freedom is threatened by the appearance of a mysterious and beautiful stranger. Theodore needs Apollus’ help, but it would mean facing the man who imprisoned him for years, and who could easily destroy the new life he’s built.

The Seven (collab story with @trivialpopsicle​): Thousands of years after Terra’s magic was released onto the surface, society has long since collapsed. Those who are left wander the wastelands in groups, using their super-human (albeit diluted) powers to get by. Seven spunky young adults make up one such group.They have a knack for getting into trouble, and somehow always end up in the middle of the chaos.

Name: Keegan Khatri

Titles: Element of Fire, The Phoenix, Heart of Terra

Origin: Last Chance

Age: 21

Pronouns: she/her

personality: Hot-headed, stubborn, protective, athletic

Relations: S/O to Zephyr

Likes: Spicy foods, running, singing, birds, cats, concerts

dislikes/fears: small spaces, alcohol, shouting

Backstory: Born in an impoverished US city, Keegan struggles to provide for her sister, Lohitha and herself after their mother passed away and their father started drinking their money. When she suddenly gains the power of fire, she panics and her home goes up in flames. Before the authorities arrive, she takes Lohitha and runs. She hates the powers. They ruined everything and she just wants them gone. And she certainly isnt interested in “saving the world”. But, she’ll play along. At least until she finds a way out of this mess.

Fun Fact: Keegan’s mother worked at a aviary, caring for and breeding endangered raptors. She had a special attachement to one of the hawks, who, after she died, escaped it’s enclosure and became Keegan’s familiar!

Name: Zephyr Yamamoto

Titles: Element of Air, the Wolf, Soul of Terra

Origin: Last Chance

Age: 18

Pronouns: She/He

personality: Spunky, romantic, impulsive, emotional

Relations: S/O to Keegan

Likes: rainstorms, music, dogs, sweet drinks, adrenaline,

dislikes/ fears: cars, carbonated drinks, deep water, quiet, needles,

Backstory: Zephyr was raised by her two mothers in Japan, a country that while thriving economically and sustainably, is ravaged by superstorms and other natural disataters almost constanly. And Zephyr, while living a comfortable life now, cannot see a future ahead of her this deep in the climate crisis. She wants to run away from everything. When she’s struck by lighting and giving the power of air, she does just that. She flies far, far away, embracing her new magical abilites. But her troubles follow her, and eventually she’ll have to figure out what it is she truly wants and who she wants to be.

Fun Fact: Zephyr played competitive roller derby until she gained her powers and went blind. She can now see peoples’ auras though, and can use echolocation, so technically she could still play. But it’s hard to explain having magical powers to a coach. So she quit... For now.

Name: Vivian

Titles: Element of Water, The Dragon, Mind of Terra

Origin:Last Chance

Age: 24

Pronouns: She/Her

personality: Caring, level-headed, direct, determined

Relations: n/a

Likes: figure skating, swimming, reading, photography, salty food

dislikes/fears: sour candy, heights, fireworks, loud music,

Backstory (Vivian is an enigma... but here’s her current backstory idea): Vivian was born into wealth. Her father is the CEO of a huge drilling company that is currently searching for a new energy source rumored to be found in the core of the earth (spoiler alert, the energy is the soul of the planet). She’s all set to start working with the company herself, when she gains the power of water. Not only that, she has been given the mind of Terra, and knows exactly what is going to happen if they keep drilling. She tries to explain it to her father, even revealing her powers in hopes that he’ll believe her, but instead he tries to have her experiemented on. She flees, Searching for the other elements that call to her in her dreams. She believes that together, they can save the world.

Fun Fact: It may seem like Vivian has the brain cell of the group, but you’d be mistaken, this girl is a mess. she’s just better at hiding it.

Name: Luke Schneider

Titles: Lust (of the Seven Deadly Sins)

Origin: The Seven

Age: 19

Pronouns: he/him

personality: flirtatious, dramatic, emotional, loving

Relations: n/a

Likes: tasty treats, animals, kisses, fruity beverages (bonus if alcoholic), chemistry

dislikes/fears: hot weather, sticky things, citrus, mosquitos, being disliked, abandonment

Backstory: (TW attempted assault) Luke lived with his parents for most of his childhood, until his father tried to assault him. His mother blamed his powers, and sent him away to live with his uncle.But when he arrived in the town where his uncle should’ve been, there was no-one. He ends up being picked up by a Madam and raised in a brothel where he learns how to control his powers and makes perfumes for the ladies to sell to their clients. He gets in serious trouble after stealing from a client, and ends up joining Wryan and Enn (Wrath and Envy) to escape the conciquences. Now he spends his days making bad jokes and getting wasted.

Fun Fact: Luke’s emotions can effect those around him like pheromones, unless he literally “bottles them up” into little potion bottles! This couldn’t possibly end poorly :)

Name: Apollus

Titles: Captain Apollus

Origin: Fogs About the Stars

Age: mid-thirties

Pronouns: He/Him

personality: determined, artistic, polite, caring, principled

Relations: S/O to Theodore

Likes: fancy clothes/make-up, sparring (fencing), dancing, exploring,

dislikes/fears: disorder, wasting time, necklaces, touching of his hair, objectification, imprisonment

Backstory: Apollus was separated from his parents at a young age, when his home planet was pillaged and ransacked. He was kept as a trophy by a cruel pirate captain, paraded around in expensive jewelry to represent the captain's wealth. Karone, a fellow slave, was Apollus' only friend and one day they escaped together. They ran to the other side of the galaxy to disappear. Over time they built themselves their own crew of misfits and now Karone serves as his first mate.

Fun Fact: Apollus’ species has blood made up of gold instead of iron! The captain made gold jewelry out of his own blood and forced him to wear it.

Name: Theodore

Titles: n/a

Origin: Fogs About the Stars

Age: unknown (appears mid-thirties)

Pronouns: He/They

personality: reserved, gentle, fiercely protective, mysterious, skittish

Relations: S/O to Apollus

Likes: shiny things, string music, soft things, tool-smithing, making jewelry

dislikes/fears: small spaces, darkness, fire

Backstory: When Theo's pod was netted by poachers, he sacrificed his freedom to save them and became the captain's pet. He can't escape, not when the captain is using his seal coat as leverage. Years later, he's found by Apollus and his crew, chained and injured in the wreckage of a ship. He's terrified to be in the hands of more pirates, but instead of hurting him, they nurse him back to health and even offer him a place in the crew! He still wants to go home, but his coat is missing... Maybe he can make a life for himself on the ship.

Fun Fact: A selkie's coat is rumored to grant the wearer eternal youth.

[galaxythreads]

I wish you would write time loop fic where Loki dies over and over again and we can study his deteriorating mental state along with a lot of whump. Maybe Thor dies in the NY invasion and so Loki tries to save him over and over again? I know there are a few fics in the fandom about this, and it’s not the most creative but I’m interested to see your take on it, as you are one of the so which I admire and can write realistic mental health very well. Plus your characterisation is always on point.

ANON!!! ANOOONNN!!

No no no no i have to tell you about this fic idea I've had for literal YEARS but never done anything with. So generally I avoid time travel fics, but I have read a few where Thor gets sent back in time and manages to fix everything and I've had this idea forever where Thor goes back and time and just... CAN'T fix it. At least, not in the way he wanted.

So at the end of Endgame, after everything is over and they're staring at Tony's corpse, Thor is like "y'know what. No actually. I'm going to fix this" so he steals the time stone and goes back in time to Thor 1 with the full intention of stopping Everything Bad Happening and then proceeds to make something much worse happen.

I know this isn't Loki, but the concept of Thor and Loki literally unraveling the universe to save each other is just so *chef's kiss*

Anyway, I actually know a couple different fics where Loki does get stuck in a loop with thor dying, but I would need to think about it before I wrote it to figure out how I would want to. I really enjoy writing the massive fandom fic tropes, but in a Horrible New Way. (Like how I finally wrote the Peter Parker Stark Industries Trip but instead of it being crack it was a horrifying kidnapping).

Thinking outloud:

Loki gets stuck in a time loop for some sort of interrogation

Loki gets stuck in time loop because Thanos is trying to crack open his mind

Dr strange drops him in some sort of time loop and it goes wrong? idk, dr strange isnt' that vindictive

OH OH OH OH -- Mobius is being Mobius and instead of the time loop with sif beating Loki up, he shows him thor dying over and over again until he unravels mentally. Oh actually I think this is the one. I have never written a fic for the Loki series and there's something deeply appealing to me about Sylvie having to put Loki's shattered psyche back together. :)

thanks anon! You will regret this ask in like six months if I write this for the pain and suffering, lol. XD

for this ask game

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Written in 2018 (2) Masterlist

part one

A Price to Pray - placingglaciers

Summary: In which Phil has a massive cliché crush on his writing tutor, the most popular guy at college, and gets invited to one of his legendary parties. One requirement though: Phil needs a plus one.

a stranger in a bar on valentine's day (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: it’s valentine’s day 2009 and phil meets an attractive and mysterious man at a bar

(TW) Angels In Your Room (ao3) - letspartyrightnow

Summary: Dan ran away from what he wanted because he was afraid and it was probably the biggest mistake of his life.

antisocialites watch a wilting flower (ao3) - throughtheirsnoses (det395)

Summary: Phil's an emotionally attached and loving vet and Dan's the drained receptionist with no dreams at the animal shelter who reconnect over the poor, hurt puppy dropped off. Dan's boyfriend is their boss.

Act Naturally (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Phil has a quiet life studying film at university and some small dreams of being a director he's mostly ignoring, but his whole life is turned upside down when his roommate signs him up for a game show and he meets the famously arrogant movie star Daniel Howell

call it fiction (ao3) - writtennotsung

Summary: Dan works in bookstore and Phil comes in with a request that makes Dan want to learn more about him.

Commas and Ampersands (ao3) - obliviongrace

Summary: Several lessons in grammar and linguistics from Phil. When Dan’s grandma dies, Dan and Phil must put their work on hold to travel to his family’s house, causing them to ponder on their choices.

Crushing On The Bad Boy - dxnhowell

Summary: In which Louise tries to help her best friend out by setting him up with his biggest crush, Phil Lester, the bad boy Quarterback on the football team. They’re total opposites, but Louise thinks Dan has a chance with him. However, things don’t exactly go to plan.

Fresh Paint (ao3) - freckliefeeling

Summary: "It’s just a house, they have to keep reminding themselves. Just a house, but it feels bigger."

From London to Paris (ao3) - animad

Summary: Dan and Phil meet interrailing through Europe.

Give Yourself A Try - analester

Summary: Phil Lester thinks he is straight. At least until he gets to uni and meets Dan Howell. Being gay is extremely frowned upon, so Phil tries his best to stay away from Dan, but it becomes difficult when his professor asks Dan to tutor him. Afraid of being shunned by his friends and family, Phil tries his best to suppress his feelings, but how can he when Dan is so pretty?

How To Be A Sexy Nerd (ao3) - adorkablephil (kimberly_a)

Summary: “If you want something, just do it, Phil.”

If You're In (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: On Skype in 2009, Dan starts asking Phil questions about what it's like to be with a man.

i'm giving you all of my love (ao3) - localopa

Summary: phil is 5 years sober and dan thinks it's just a party to celebrate it.

Keep It Down (ao3) - INeverHadMyInternetPhase (BirbWatcher)

Summary: Phil wants a quiet life. That's all he's asked for. He doesn't want the new neighbour to blast music at him at 2 in the morning, so if he would kindly stop then that's all Phil needs

lost but found (a fanfic that lowkey sounds like smut on the downlow but isnt i promise) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan loses his soulmate, phil never had one but he's trying his best, the following is what ensues, its p gay.

Over The Edge. (ao3) - heyitsnxel

Summary: Who knew that falling in love would end up being something so literal?

Phil's Victory (ao3) - Do_it_with_the_Howell_Lesters

Summary: Phil is bad at Fortnite so Dan tries to motivate him with a one-night only offer.

Properly (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: Dan's been trying to take advantage of the all-hours pool for a late night swim, but some guy always shows up before him.

Red letters and Love confessions - philbyte-fanfic-blog

Summary: Dan has been writing letters to Phil for many years, so what happened when Phil comes across one. 

Red, Lies and ‘I Love You’s (ao3) - philsdrill

Summary: Phil and trans!Dan are at Playlist Live and run into a complication when Dan gets his period during a meetup. Phil and Louise come to the rescue.

Repose (ao3) - Allthephils

Summary: Phil’s spent 5 years trying to forget about the time he spent with Prince Daniel. When a generations old curse leaves Dan vulnerable and in danger of being lost forever, Phil may be the only one who can help him.

scratches on your body so you can take me wherever (ao3) - yoongioss

Summary: "Oh, your nails are really long? Are you growing them out?"

Dan glances down at them and raises his eyebrows like he didn't look at them just this morning.

Speaking Truthfully (ao3) - Junebug1312

Summary: The universe decided it was time for Phil to start telling the truth. No matter if he wanted to or not.

Stray Cat (ao3) - Elleberquist6

Summary: Phil Lester believes that if he does good things then good things will happen to him, so on one of the worst days of his life he invites a rain-soaked Neko boy named Dan into his home. Phil has never met a Neko before and he knows nothing about the dark system that has molded Dan. Dan is part of a repressed population with few rights, and as Phil gets to know him he can’t understand why – Dan is the most amazing person he has ever met.

Sweet Tooth (ao3) - phantasizeit

Summary: Searching for a new beginning in London, Dan stress-bakes to cope with his blundering through the adult world. Luckily, his hot, older neighbor, Phil, has a sweet tooth.

take me out to the ball game - jilliancares

Summary: Dan finds himself shown on the kiss-cam with the man he’s just decided he hates.

The One Where Phil Teaches Dan to Skate - gorgeousdan

Summary: Dan spends a summer week in 2010 with the Lesters.

Wait For Me to Come Home - manchestereyes

Summary: The story of Dan and Phil, as told by their Starbucks sofa. (Or, the bits of it that the sofa could catch anyway.)

We Made These Memories For Ourselves - sleeplessnightwithphan

Summary: Phil had only just gotten to meet Dan, had just has the best days of his life with him. Now, he has to watch helplessly as Dan has to get on the train to go back home, go away from Phil once more.

[cassyapper]

okay im in the once in a lifetime mood to talk about my ocs so i will talk about ai (wip name)

most of this is old art forgive me but this is roughly what she looks like. her design is also still a wip but these r her basics. ignore the scar placement inconsistency

so her personality uh. She’s Got Issues. she was always a little funky (i think she has a personality disorder but im still figuring out which one) but things can really be traced back to the fact her home is raided during a war and she loses her baby brother (or so she thinks)

her brother got separated from her and their mother during the raid and despite her wanting to look for him her mother just picked her up and ran. her mom’s reasoning was she didnt want to lose two kids. like. it was an impossible situation. if they stayed they wouldve died, if they left ai hates her but at least shes alive. so she made a choice. ai never really forgave her for this. she misses her brother and has been searching for a decade to find…something. some sort of closure. a body or sign he made it or SOMETHING. he did survive btw (hes the guy next to ai in the first art) but this post isnt about him

anyway ai joins crusades/medieval military bullshit to basically use as a means to travel around trying to find said closure. shes been in it for a long time but she isnt very high ranked cause she just sucks at obeying orders lol. if shes under your command you better hope you get along cause otherwise she can be such a bitch

its not so much that she has issues with authority so much that she has issues with uh everyone. lol. shes very blunt and very smart and very antisocial so shes like impossible to deal with cause shes smart enough to figure out what annoys people and shes inclined to shamelessly act that way so people leave her the alone. she is crazy

that being said some people fall between the cracks of this and she gets really. hm. “friendly” isnt the right word but its the closest i can think of. with them. she has a little buddy named adelia that reminds her of her baby brother and a girl named Arha shes in a weird “im kinda in love with you kinda not” thing with (shes the mermaid in the second pic. debating if shes an actual mer person of sorts in canon. idk how fantasy-esque this is world is gonna be in the end)

ai’s story is kinda about. starting to live for yourself instead of a romanticized past esp once you get closure re that past. she’ll never become like. warm per se but she learns how to properly appreciate the people in her life such as adalia and arha. she learns how to let go and how it huuuuurts and how the tug might pull other parts of her loose too but shes not a fragile cliff face and she can survive it and more than thar she can be happy again

but she is always a bit of a bitch. cause its funny

uhh. yeah. heart

[richtofens-hips]

I know this isnt CODZ related however

I wanted to share some character designs I've been making for a game I cannot even play because MY TABLET DOESNT HAVE ENOUGH STORAGE FOR IT

*FUCKING DIES*

Her name is Aive! I actually edited her outfit AGAIN after this because I didnt like something (wanted to show her Vision somewhere- and if people do actually look at this in that fandom shes a Pyro user)

My adorable faerie ❤ I named her after a flower, a Gerbera Daisy because it symbolizes cheerfulness, love, and innocence (at least that's what pinterest said) so her name is Gerbera! And she is an Anemo user hehehehe- her and Aive get along very well indeed

Presenting Carmia! A forgotten Yaksha! (Ew the hand but whatever I just sketched her ass out) I'm still figuring out what her Vision will be and her horrible horrible backstory I'm gonna come up with (so far, Aive's is the worse) and she is a Fatui Harbringer! Her backstory is gonna be difficult but I love making things difficult

Ahaha brainrot

Hehe idek I just thought WOLF and now she has a wolf mask

Close up of eye ig

I was genuinely so scared of drawing Wanderer for the first time I drew him in this weird cartoon/chibi way bc I have issues and i love him sm that if i drew him horribly I'm a horrible wife

I refuse to show the other drawing of him I made bc I'm genuinely worried it looks like crap and Tighnari was surprisingly easy to draw just his hair and face

Wanderer on the other hand was giving me a panic attack with his eyes- his clothes were pretty easy except for those damn shorts of his loved his hair tho just wanna bury my face in it and sniff

Wth is wrong with me

AND YES TIGHNARI UGH HES JUST SO UUDHEHSJWHW

I wanna nibble him

And yes I made Gerbera specifically for him bc I love him so much

MATES GOR LIFE MATES FOR LIFE HAHAHWEHDJXKD

it would be so hard to choose between Wanderer and Tighnari ToT

(I'd probably choose Wanderer bc boy I rlly just wanna give him sm love and affection and support bc he really needs that and I just wanna love him to death)

Ehe! Oho, TrAvElLeR I must bid you adieu!

*insert French venti here*