#ii bandanna

[talesfrommedinastation]

WIP Wednesday means I finally start going at something I’ve been stewing on for a while: characters from The Bad Batch as characters from The Blackfyre Rebellion, a conflict that takes place between House of the Dragon and Game of Thrones.

It all started because, upon watching the first episode of TBB, I realized that Daddy Warcrimes Crosshair was a PERFECT Brynden Rivers/Bloodraven. Longer hair, medieval clothes, and boom. That's him. Pack it up, we're done. HBO, I'm waiting for my contract as a showrunner, thanks.

And Hunter? Let's give him the same wardrobe, drop the bandanna, color his hair silver-gold and his eyes purple and....there. There's the beautiful Targaryen bastard prince Daemon Blackfyre in all of his glory.

Oh and these guys are half-brothers, as is Daeron II, who will be played by Tech, and Aegor Rivers/Bittersteel, who is Wrecker, for sure.

The ladies? Their sisters, Daenerys (not the one from GOT) and Shiera Seastar are absolutely Omega and Emerie Karr. With Targaryen coloring. Errrybody getting a silver wig here.

I'm coloring them all in and will post as soon as I can. I needed something out of my Expanse/multiverse world and this was perfect.

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Where my Daddy Warcrimes/Daddy Rambo fans at?

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[slashmagpie]

Blood & Snow

Pt. II

Directory: {Pt. I} {Pt. III} {Pt. IV} {Pt. V} {Pt. VI} {Pt. VII} {AO3}

Day two for @hermithorrorweek! TWs for this chapter include: minor gore, body horror*, temporary character death

II. ENVIRONMENT

Scar and Tango make an odd pair.

Catching them together is a study in contrasts: Scar’s light against Tango’s dark, Scar’s loud against Tango’s quiet, Scar’s whimsy against Tango’s sarcasm. The theme park owner brightly welcoming you to the happiest place on Hermitcraft, and the dungeon master presiding over a subterranean labyrinth of fear and pain. Scar’s hunger for diamonds, and Tango’s dismissal of them. Scar’s tendency to distraction, and Tango’s unwavering focus that had led him to spend the better part of thirteen months in a cave, despite all of Scar’s attempts to drag him out of it.

And Scar had tried! He’d even succeeded, a few times. More often, he would just hang around and bother Tango while he worked, rambling about Star Wars or Disney or trains or updates or whatever while Tango coated his frosty fingers with redstone and made the occasional comment. And whilst to an outside observer, Scar would come across as an annoyance as he gushed about flowers and Tango rolled his eyes and pulled faces, he knows that they were both enjoying themselves. As different as Scar and Tango seem, they’re still friends.

And as different as they both are, they still have one thing in common: their love for atmosphere.

Because it’s one thing to make a build: it’s another to make an environment. It’s all about movement, and sound, and all the little additions that make a static picture of blocks come alive. And Tango has truly and utterly knocked it out of the park this season—Decked Out is the most alive build Scar has ever seen.

…It’s, uh. Not usually quite as alive as this though.

That’s the only way Scar can think to describe it, as he pushes himself back against the wall, heart pounding in his chest louder and faster than the dungeon’s heartbeat echoes around the walls. Just out of sight, a ravager grumbles, having lost its snack, and Scar heaves as he attempts to catch his breath. His fingers are sticky with berry juice as he presses another to his mouth, grimacing at the sweet taste as it mingles with the blood in his mouth. 

Behind him, the stone wall seems to quiver as he presses himself into it, not quite as solid as it should be. I’m imagining things, he tells himself, reaching back with a red-stained hand to feel the rough ridges of deepslate beneath his fingers. He lets out a shaky breath and draws himself up. Right. Back to work. His artefact should be just around this corner.

He glances back towards where he’d left the ravager, ahead to where his compass is pointing, and takes off running towards it.

His lungs burn, and his legs ache, and his head spins as he dives forwards, but he manages to, by some miracle, avoid the ire of the ravager and make it to the alcove where his compass begins to spin wildly around. “Compass skills, perfect compass skills,” he mutters to himself, dropping the compass and hearing the click of a dispenser as it vanishes and an artefact appears in its place. Hypnotic Bandanna. “Oh, come on,” he cries as he picks it up. “Don’t you think I deserve more than that? Did you see my ravager skills? I could have died! And I didn’t! Tango!”

And then the dungeon does something it’s never done before: it laughs.

The sound startles Scar out of his skin, and he clutches the bandanna to his chest in panic as around him the walls shake, stone grating against stone and lava popping and bubbling and water splashing and the ravagers all groaning in time to create a cacophony that some way, somehow, sounds just like Tango’s laugh. 

Scar stands frozen until the sound dies down, staring with wide eyes. His mouth is dry. He swipes his tongue around his lips, clears his throat.

“Uh, Tango…?” he calls. “I think there’s something wrong with your dungeon.”

The dungeon sighs.

Its breath tickles the back of Scar’s neck, makes all his hairs stand on end. Nope! No thank you. Scar needs to get out of here. He needs to—

He takes off running, back the way he came, ducking past the ravager and surviving the resulting blow by the skin of his teeth and half a heart. He gasps for breath, shoving more berries into his mouth as he leaps over moving chains and makes a beeline for the stairs back up to level one. He makes it and takes a moment to stop and breathe, the soft light of the skulk twinkling around him.

“It’s fine,” he tells himself as he finishes the last of the berries. “You’re fine! It’s just—the dungeon. Same as normal. It’s just a normal—normal run, you’re gonna get out, it’ll be fine…”

The stairwell is, for a moment, eerily silent. Scar feels more acutely than usual that he is being watched. He draws in a breath—

“STUMBLE,” the dungeon announces.

—and lets out a squeak.

Okay. Probably a sign that he should get going. He can do this!

He presses the button at the top of the stairs and creeps out into the throne room of level one. Luckily, there are no ravagers here. Unluckily, the hazard door is closed. Okay, the long way it is.

His legs are cramping something awful as he races down the stairs. He takes a left out of the crypt and stops for a moment in the tunnel, breath rattling in his throat, reaching down to rub at the aching muscles. Normally, the fun of Decked Out outweighs the pain he knows it will cause him, but right now his fear is outweighing the fun and the pain is something awful. He needs to get out. Once he’s out, his wheelchair is waiting for him upstairs, and he won’t have to get up for the rest of the day—

He’s so focused on the pain that he doesn’t notice the ravager until it’s too late.

He falls, face-first, into powdered snow, letting out a strangled cry. It’s instinct more than anything else that pushes him up, that digs his fingers into the snow as he tries to escape—

As he blinks snow from his eyes he sees, where his hands have cleared the snow, revealing the ground beneath them, something pink and red. It shudders and pulses beneath his fingers, cold like ice, yet undeniably alive. Scar, without thinking, digs his fingers into the flesh.

The dungeon screams.

The stone and ice around him shakes, snow falls from the ceiling above him, and behind him the ravager lets out an agonised wail before stomping a heavy hoof down onto his back.

Scar screams too as his spine shatters and he sits straight up in bed, several hundred blocks above his own head.

[pin-crusher2000]

The Disciples of Evil

Based on a conversation I had with a buddy of mine (shout out to @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65)

It would be cool if there was a group of evil kids similar to the legion of doom (plus a rival to my kid teams)

The name: Disciples of Evil 😈

Rex Luthor: a young nerd kid (born on earth in my universe) with a high IQ that looks up to Luthor and villains in general (compared to other kids who look up to heroes.)

He wears a power armor just like lex Luthor himself, but has a massive arm to deal double damage.

Dr. Light II: Chris Ramsey (nephew of the OG Dr. Light; Nightwing: New Order) was devastated when he learned that his uncle was killed by Robin VI (Jake Grayson, accident) so he create a suit similar to his uncles but more powerful to get revenge

Unknown to him (until later) that the Robin who killed his uncle was his basketball teammate and bully victim was Jake Grayson.

Kid Amazo: Reggie Meyers is a bratty teenaged bully who got the ability to copy abilities from others (plus spilt himself into clones) from a meteor that landed in his backyard.

He wears a outfit similar to the OG kid amazo but purple suit and orange bandanna mask, gloves, and boots

He wears his Amazo suit years later after getting super injured by the super-sons (suit acts like darth Vader and has swords out of the wrists)

War Boy: Isaac Bowers is one of those stereotypical bullies that likes to pick on anybody who is weaker than him a alpha man type of character, a middle school jock with blond buzz cut hair and blue eyes, (rival to Hunter Trevor)

One day after football practice, Ares appears as a glowing orange orb and gives Isaac the powers of Ares himself

I say he wears a black and red gladiator outfit (chest piece is black with red lines, and there is a skull for the belt) and a black and red helmet with red “feathers” or brush on top, also a red cape, plus he has a battle axe that can create fire.

He has all the powers of Ares (strength, speed, fire etc)

Inertia: Thaddeus Thawn is a clone of Bart Allen (impulse and later Blue Mercury in my universe) who has the powers of super speed.

He wears a green, dark green, and black lightning outfit (comics) and has blond hair and gold eyes

Respawn: Jack Wilson (name I give him in my universe) is a young villian who is a secret kid of deathstroke, who also looks up to him and wants approval.

He wears a half orange and half black deathstroke outfit with a leather jacket over it

Jack is a well trained kid that has a healing factor like his dad.

Kid America/Earth Boy: James Oliver is a young kid who is also a member of the Blue Earth Movement, who hates illegal aliens (both outer space and on earth) and is a patriot who puts America first (thanks to conservative upbringing)

He wears a blue skin tight suit with white markings around the waist and some on the elbow (think of the outfits the super powered members wears) and wears a red cape, a American flag, or a white cape that shows earth on it.

In my universe, the super powered members have magic energy (blasts, beams etc) instead of stolen Kryptonian powers.

Got any questions, comments, or concerns (maybe suggestions too) let me know ;)

[writingrosesonneptune]

Rain Summoner Act II Excerpt

Here's something about those machines.

Series Introduction | Chapter One (AO3)

From Chapter Two of Act II - Yanna finds the source of an annoying noise. Approx. 800 words.

Content Warning for: Illness-related prolonged loss of appetite

Yanna followed the ticking noise as it pinged off corners. It had been loudest near the curtain. She tiptoed to the doorway to the front room, listening through the drone of voices. She almost supposed there was a timepiece in the other room when she looked up and saw it.

A heavy silver pendant hung on a chain over the door, marking each second as it passed with a tiny click.

The pendant had the shape of a pansy shell. It would have been an ordinary piece of jewelry were it not for the constant, mechanical ticks emanating from its center. And there was the fact it had been hung on the wall instead of lain safely in a dresser drawer.

She knew then that there was no way to stop the noise. She would simply have to get accustomed to it. Still, the mechanism held new interest for her. She stretched higher to get a closer look at its tarnished silver shell.

In her pursuits, Yanna forgot to pay attention to the conversation in the other room. She listened again.

Polite farewells were said, and a chair scraped across the floor as it slid away from the desk. Yanna hopped away from the curtain and waited with her hands folded in front of her.

The front door closed as the errand girl left, and Esolie wandered through the curtain, untying a bandanna from around her mouth and nose. She startled when she almost ran into Yanna.

“You're awake,” she said. She squinted around the room as if trying to spot something. “I thought it was Jon making all that noise.”

“Your lemur?” Yanna stammered and stepped out of the way, grateful to have a scapegoat. “Should I have stopped him?”

Not that she would have relished making that attempt; the lemur she had once tried to keep as a pet took poorly to reprimand, and she feared drawing the ire of another animal capable of putting up so strong a fight.

“That’s thoughtful,” Esolie said, waving an errant hand, “but don’t trouble yourself. He’s always bringing in salvage and reorganizing. That used to be his job, but he’s getting confused in his old age, and he moves things he shouldn’t.”

“He was that well-trained?”

“He’s a bit special. Before the damage to my eyes, I had a knack for persuading others, and he developed a loyalty to me after I saved him from getting resold at a market. It still hasn’t stopped him from getting into mischief with the jam jars now and then.” She cast a concerned gaze to Yanna. “You’ve barely had anything to eat since you arrived. You must be starving.”

Yanna shook her head. She was faint, but her dull hunger pangs drowned in an overlying malaise that kept her stomach on edge. Perhaps that, too, was hunger, but she didn’t know; rarely had she ever been so ill, and never had she subsisted on portions so few for so long.

“No?” Esolie asked, sounding as if it were the silence that tipped her off rather than the headshake. “It would still do you well to eat. Your recovery will stagnate if you don’t.”

Yanna stifled her annoyance that she didn’t know the word ‘stagnate’ until just then. She folded her hands in her lap uncertainly and cast another glance to the pendant swinging over the door. “I don’t wish to impose,” she said quietly.

Esolie huffed. “Impose? My fool landlord brings me so many apples that I don’t know what to do with them all. You’d be doing me a service by getting rid of some.”

Yanna didn’t know how much of that was true, but there certainly was an odd collection of cider and jam jars lining the walls. “Pardon me,” she started, her interest outweighing a sense of intrusion. She wrung her hands and looked again to the pendant hanging in the doorway. “Is that not a relic from the Southern Continent?”

Esolie paused before she continued on her way to a shelf of food over the hearth. “Don’t worry; so long as you don’t wear it, it won’t bring you any harm.”

Yanna had read plenty about the cryptic machines from the lost Southern Continent and their infamous curses. In spite of their reputation, some people still sought after the devices. Many were said to house unique power. Merchants sometimes claimed to have one for sale, but Akeem said he had never come across anything greater than a music box in person.

Yanna had long found them fascinating. “What does it do?”

“What it always does,” Esolie said, not bothering to give the machine a backwards glance. She felt along the shelf until she found a loaf of bread. “It threatens to drive me to madness whenever I think about it.”

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[louvay]

Seliph can form an idol group with anyone else of Gen II he wishes.

Le discuss!

Idol band with Febail, Fee and Iucharba. They call themselves the “Bandanna Bonanza” and play Synth-metal songs

[samthecookielord]

Yeet my au lives

[ask-altobjects]

Are y'all excited for christmas?

its shaping up to be such a wonderful holiday!((yes))

[wigglecoin]

Bandanna likes to be tall (aka look how many things she stands on woa)

[scarabteeth]

hello object show community

[wing-ed-thing]

Foul Creature (Tobirama x Uchiha!Reader, Part II)

Synopsis: You would say that you grew up together. From children, to teenagers, to young leaders, you did nothing but be who you were and Tobirama would forever name his love for you as the reason he hated the Uchiha.

Word Count: 2.5k

Tags/Warnings: @brokennerdalert​ Teen!Tobirama, Teen!Reader, Uchiha!Reader, Fem!Reader, Slight Madara x Reader, Forbidden Romance, Ancient Warrior Society, Canon Typical Violence, Timeline Divergence, Canon Typical Politics, Dark Themes Ahead, Mention of Purposeful Drowning

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X Part XI

Notes: *still doin a little dance*

Tobirama never went back to his training spot again, nor did he tell his father that he had seen a member of the Uchiha in the nearby woods. He remembered having to stand by himself in the clearing to collect his thoughts, looking down at the kunai in his hand while the smoke of your genjutsu dissipated in the background. Then, he had returned home, hands empty and nothing to show for his efforts. He remembered being distracted for the weeks that followed, wondering why he did not deliver the killing blow when he had such an ample opportunity to. For a while, he tried to convince himself that he knew that he hadn’t broken your genjutsu when he first attempted. That he knew that even if he had plunged his knife into your chest, the result would have been the same. Surely, that was why he let you go.

He spent a similar amount of time to himself defending his own silence. One mention of Uchiha in the surrounding territory and the Senju would have caught you, no matter your tricky illusions. He knew as much. While Tobirama hadn’t had any experience with the apparitions of the sharingan back then, he knew most members of his clan would have had little difficulty handling a lone child. But surely, Tobirama wanted to take your eyes for himself. Another thing fabricated in half truth.

He had many years to forget and Tobirama had since found a new training ground. The pounding of the waterfall thundered in the background, drowning out all surrounding noise as a 16-year-old Tobirama practiced his forms in the shallow water underneath. He often came here when he needed to get his mind off of clan affairs and worked below the falls until his worries had been forgotten. He had grown taller, his lean muscles defined, but not yet bulky. His moves were far more confident than in his youth. A single blue bandanna bearing the Senju clan symbol held back wet strands of hair from his face. The water continued to tumble behind him, all thoughts of the world seemingly forgotten.

He, however, did not know that his sanctuary had been a shared one. Just a bit down the river, you emerged from the dark woods. The cloak over your hair and shoulders shielded your skin from the early morning cold. The sun had begun to peak over the horizon, but not yet the trees. A sorbet colored light cast across the sky, fitting for the Land of Fire. An intricately woven basket hung from your forearm and you approached a bed of aquatic herbs growing at the bank of the river.

Now more than ever, you were needed by your clan. For many years, you had spent most of your time on the East Coast of Uchiha territory near the ocean, fishing and bringing back goods to the central sect when the long season was over. You had gone willingly, wary of the central geography after your run in with Tobirama. But affairs with the Senju had peaked in recent months. Bodies could not be spared for far away fishing expeditions any longer and now that you were almost graduated into adulthood, you felt that you were finally ready to contribute to the betterment of your clan.

You picked the medical herbs, snipping them at the stem and pulling them from the water in such a way that the plant would recover quickly. You bundled up the green and red trimmings neatly in your hands before placing them into your basket and covering them with a dampened cloth. And as the ripples caused by your movement began to fade, you found yourself looking down into the moving water. The current wisped past you, but you couldn’t help but stare at yourself and wonder. You felt like you could be doing more. Foraging and making medicine was certainly a contribution, but as you thought back to your encounter with that Senju boy years ago, you considered perhaps there was a better way to mend things. You stood fully in the water surrounded by a garden of aquatic plants, deep in preponderance.

And as Tobirama wiped fresh droplets of water from his face, you both met each other‘s eyes. Time seemed to stop as even the booming of the falls fell silent in the background. You failed to recognize each other. In fact, Tobirama did not seem to remember you at all. After all, everything about him had changed so drastically, as did you. And while you felt a sort of wary familiarity, against your better judgment, the feeling did not stop you from holding your gaze with the handsome man in front of you. Tobirama lifted his hand, not even above his shoulders, and gave you a small wave. Lost in your eyes and the shape of your face, he stood still as his arm returned to his side. You backed out of the water, standing a distance away with the front of your hood still obscuring your forehead. You fought against your curious and friendly nature, reminding yourself how dangerous it was to interact with strangers. Liquid dripped from the ends of your robes and you quickly retreated back into the woods.

In an instant, Tobirama’s shoulders fell as he chased after you, splashing out of the water and quickly grabbing his fur-lined coat that rested on a nearby boulder. He called after you as he ran down the shoreline and into the grove where you disappeared. Straight into Uchiha territory.

“Wait!” he shrugged on his coat as he ran. You hurried along, quickening your pace as you periodically checked behind you. These times were too dangerous for you to let your guard down. That had been ingrained in you as a child. You scanned your surroundings, concerned that his call would attract unwanted attention in the silent woods. While you still did not recognize Tobirama, you knew for sure that he was no Uchiha. And a foreigner in Uchiha territory would certainly lead to bloodshed. You did not know who you were more concerned for: yourself, this strange boy, or your perceived involvement together.

He continued to pursue you, and your anxiety got the better of you. You stopped ahead, head continuing to swivel looking for bystanders. You turned around and Tobirama stopped about ten feet in front of you, chest heaving just the slightest bit. You approached him quickly, catching him off guard.

“You are asking to be killed,” you hissed, still on the lookout for members of your clan. “Do you not know whose territory you are in?” Tobirama's face fell at that moment. His gaze rose above your head, now matching your hypervigilance. He took a half step back, a wave of sudden realization hitting him. He cursed himself for making such an impulsive and rash move, but still found himself staring back at your face. Stupid of him.

“I-uh…” he stuttered, thoughts now torn between running, pursuing you, and praying to the forest spirits that you were not an Uchiha. And then you noticed the prominent Senju symbol on his headband. Your breath hitched in your throat, the chilling memory of your interactions with the Senju prominent in your mind. You considered it lucky that you had not worn any clothing bearing your clan’s symbol as well. Otherwise, this man may have made an attempt on your life. But hesitant thoughts aside, you placed a hand on his arm to usher him back to the border as you quickly ripped off his bandana. Unconsciously, you shoved it in your basket before Tobirama could react. While igniting your sharingan would certainly let you know if anyone was near, you would not dare activate it in the presence of a Senju.

“Daft Senju boy! Return to the river right this instant before you damn the both of us…” Your hood fell to your shoulders in your efforts. Tobirama’s hands immediately enveloped your wrists and you made an attempt to jerk away in alarm. But the expression on his face made you refrain from screaming for help or kneeing him in the abdomen to make your getaway. You hesitated, watching to see what he would do next. Tobirama glanced at the set of kunai that hung at your hip, noting that you hadn’t once reached for them. He slowly let you go.

“I must know your name,” he said, voice low and accented with a masculine bravado. You noticed your closeness as you stared up into his red eyes. You couldn’t help but wonder if all members of the Senju clan had red eyes as well. You thought back to the Senju boy you met prior, feelings torn between what had been ingrained in you from your clan and a draw you felt once again. He smelled fresh, the scent reminding you of days in your childhood spent by the water. You gave your first name with hesitation, hoping that he would not ask for your surname.

“Now will you please go?“ You pleaded and Tobirama allowed you to guide him back to the shore. He stood on the gravelly sand as he slowly stepped back onto the water. You watched him expectantly and nervously, not surprised by his display of jutsu. He looked down at the water, as you had done earlier, and then back at you. He too was reminded of his encounter with you those few years prior, although your identity continued to escape his memory. He had allowed an Uchiha to escape Senju territory at one point. And now…

“Are you of the Uchiha?” he asked before he could truly think.

“No!” you answered. You inwardly cringed, knowing that your quick response could surely give you away. You might as well dunk your head underneath the surface of the river now, for if this young Senju man discovered you, he would unquestionably slaughter you before your eyes turned red.

“I will see you again,” he told you assuredly. “Here at the river.”

“I am confident we will never meet again, Senju boy.”

You turned and left, not to be followed this time.

***

You returned back to the settlement far later than you intended. You made a beeline for the apothecary, completely ignoring the hulking mass that was Madara Uchiha on the way in. A small group of young Uchiha men had gathered by the settlement's entrance with Madara at the center. Being praised for his battle prowess had always been something that Madara was used to. Being ignored by one of his only true friends among the clan was certainly not. You zipped in, not even bothering to greet him as you made your way across the small village. Madara peeled off from his group of comrades, making him the second man of the morning to chase after you with shouts for your attention.

You did not say a word as you stormed up the steps to the apothecary. Madara barely caught the door as you swung it closed. The wood hit his palm with a surprising amount of force and he watched confused as you placed your basket on the counter and began to scramble around for your equipment.

“You do not bother to even greet me?” He frowned, although you could pick up a hint of amusement in his voice. You kicked a wooden stool across the floor until it sat in front of a high arrangement of shelves. They touched the ceiling, and you had a sneaking suspicion that the items you needed were on the top shelf. Nonetheless, you began at the bottom.

“I have had quite the morning, Madara. Apologies for not giving the Uchiha prince a proper greeting.“ Madara was no prince in reality, but he certainly behaved like one. You turned around on your stool, arms extended as you bowed to him mockingly before returning to your search. That was one of the traits Madara admired about you: you treated him honestly, not with flattery. You took a few items into your hands to rifle through the shelf you were searching, but put them back when you did not find what you needed. “I swear, I spend so much time here organizing and yet things are never where I put them last.”

Madara leaned against the counter as he continued to watch you search. The two of you had grown up together, as all the Uchiha children did. He always had a serious, stoic nature about him even as a child, while you, in your youth, were always far more curious and energetic. That had stifled a bit as you grew, as many children’s personalities did in the face of the military conflict. Although majorly by default and through familial expectation, you dared to say that Madara was the closest friend you had. Everyone else had been killed.

Your basket caught Madara’s eye and he curiously tugged it over with a finger. You had since found what you needed, piling glass vials into the crux of your arm as you balanced. But as the realization hit you, you almost drop them completely. Madara peeled back the damp cloth as he wondered aloud what you had brought back to the compound. He fell silent very quickly and you dared to turn around. Your breathing became shallow as you met his eye. Madara fished out the blue headband that bore the Senju clan symbol, holding it between his index and middle finger like it were a slimy eel. His slender eyes narrowed.

“What is this?” You tore your gaze away, returning to your task. You set the vials down on the counter and removed the aquatic herbs that you had harvested that morning. They had begun to dry out from your travels, but the damp cloth kept them moistened. You began to separate them.

“That—” You snatched the cloth from his hand and threw it back into your basket while avoiding eye contact. — “I found floating in the river. The Senju must have migrated north. Perhaps this season will be one of peace given the distance.” Madara grumbled to himself. You stored the new herbs away. While you intended on preparing them, you were suddenly more focused on the bandana you absentmindedly brought back with you.

“You should have known better than to bring something like that home. You best dispose of it this instant before someone thinks you a spy.” You picked up your basket and covered the headband with the damp cloth.

“I wanted to take it to the elders first, thank you very much.” You marched over to the door, swinging it open and holding it for Madara. He snickered softly to himself. Ever since you were kids, he liked getting a reaction out of you. Some things never changed. And as he walked through the door and back down the steps, you looked down at your basket.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed and otherwise supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hiiii so I have a request so can you write a idea of a scene because I think you can do it better.

So the ship is getting attacked by enemies(I would imagin to be the alien lady) during that space battle a small squadron of enemies boards the ship and hold the crew hostage (Mack is their as well as co head engineer with Mark) with the Alien Lady demanding on where is the captain!!!!

While the crew themselves don’t know we’re the captain is even during the space battle but even then wouldn’t give the captain if they were there anyway!!!!

so it’s just a screaming match between everyone as the Lady starts explaining on what’s going to happen if they don’t stop lying and hand over their captain as She explains The crew just looks and sees behind the Lady and her squadron unsuspected the captain and wug slowly approach the unsuspecting enemies with their backed turned.

Just as Lady was done explaining and yells”now we’re is the captain?!?!!” “looking for me?” As wig and the captain knocks out half of the squadron behind her as Lady wheels around with some of her men near her in surprised as wug and captain start beating up the enemies before kicking them out as the crew watches.

(I suck at writing fight scenes sorry that it’s long)

“Damn, well this didn't go as planned.."

"No shit it didn’t-!”

"Both of you!! Shut up!!"

At the same time, Mark and Mack flinched as Lady stood over them, her eyes full of fury. Her squadron took over the ship after the gunfight, and despite the IV-II crew's best efforts, they all got rounded up and taken hostage on the bridge.

"The universe is at stake here and you're wasting your petty human breath arguing! Instead..use that to tell me where your captain is." Clutching the blaster in her hand, she went down the line of crewmembers, examining all their faces to see if anyone was going to fess up.

Yet their gazes remained downcast.

She sighed, stopping in front of Mark again. "Oh, so now you don't wanna talk? Aren't you close with the captain?"

"I am," he replied in a hoarse voice, glaring up at her. "I dunno where they are. But even if any of us knew, why would we spill?! We'd rather die than hand ‘em over to scum like you!"

Mutters of agreement came from the rest of the crew, frustrating her further. “No, you--you guys don’t understand how serious this is! There’s a much, much worse fate than death waiting for you! For all of us!”

“....and that is..?”

“The end of everything! All of existence is gonna get wiped out!! You and everyone in every universe will cease to exist forever if I don’t find them!”

“That’s insane.” Mack furrowed his eyebrows. “They’re our captain. They’re just..one person. How could they-?”

“THERE’S NO TIME TO EXPLAIN!!” Out of pure rage and impatience, Lady shot at one the lockers, leaving a smoking hole in it. But then she backtracked and looked at the crew with a sigh. “Actually..I-I can explain one thing. They were using this to hop around universes.” She held up her wrist, showing the warp device. “And they’re screwing up everything by...”

As she droned on and on about warp cores and temporal displacement, Mark felt a bead of sweat slip from underneath his red bandanna, nervous despite trying to look fearless. Yet he couldn’t help wondering where you were.

But his eyes then widened upon seeing two familiar figures sneaking into the room. All of the enemies’ backs were turned, guns pointing at his fellow crewmembers. 

They were clueless.

Mack saw the rescuers too and smiled in relief.

Lady noticed and scowled at him. “What are you smirking for? WHERE’S THE GODDAMN CAPTAIN-?!!”

“Looking for me?”

Hearing shouts of pain, she turned around just in time to see you shooting at some of her goons, while Wug attacked the rest. One solider attempted to shoot through his armor, only to fail as he was promptly thrown against the wall, before the bulky alien roared and attacked a few others.

Once they were down, he charged at Lady and knocked out the two men guarding her, leaving her defenseless.

All the while, you were occupied with freeing your crew from their restraints, starting with Mark. “Always in the nick of time, eh Captain?” He grinned as he brandished his gun, watching your back as you freed Mack next.

As they untied the rest of the group, you heard the sounds of struggling and saw Wug holding Lady up in the air, the blaster crushed under his foot. You huffed and approached them, stepping over the bodies.

“W-Wug..you..can’t do this!!” She choked. “You’re helping the enemy!!”

Only snarls came from him, much to her confusion. “You can’t talk?”

“Oh he can. He just doesn’t think you’re worth talking to.” You scoffed, smirking as her furious gaze went to you. “Hello again, Lady. Still keeping up this cat-and-mouse chase, huh?”

“Th-There’s no universe where you can hide from me, Captain.”

“Look, I don’t care how badly you wanna shoot me. But when you drag my whole crew into this-”

“I’M TRYING TO SAVE THEM FROM YOU!!” She screamed, only to feel the grip around her throat tighten. “T-Tell this...big...oaf to let me go!!”

“Oaf?! YOU CALL WUG AN OAF?!!” Wug bellowed, his eyes still glowing red. “SAY THAT AGAIN AND WUG WILL SNAP YOUR NECK LIKE TWIG!!!”

“You think you scare me? M-My species is highly resilient to pain..just so you know. We don’t..go down that easy...!” Despite this she was clearly losing the fight. You didn’t want her to blackout completely.

In fact, you’ve never wanted to hurt her at all.

“Lady, I’m trying to save everyone, too.” You attempted to reason. “But I can’t if I have to keep jumping across universes so I don’t get shot by you. You don’t think you’re part of the problem here?”

“I...I-I don’t...” Yet she couldn’t muster up a response, looking utterly exhausted.

“I promise I’ll figure out how to fix this mess. Just..get off my ship and take your friends with you. And leave me and my crew alone.”

Finally, she relented. “O-Okay...you better keep your word because time is of the essence. Th-The fate of..the entire multiverse depends on you...literally, that’s not a figurative-”

“I know. I’ve been knew. But thanks for the reminder. You can put her down, Wug.” You gave your alien ally the okay to let Lady go.

For a moment she just glared at you, and without another word teleported out of the ship and took the remaining surviving soldiers with her. 

With a relieved sigh, you reunited with your crew, seeing them already patching up the injured. Mark, who appeared relatively unharmed, approached you and patted your shoulder roughly, grinning at Wug.

“Gotta say, Cap. You two make quite the killer combo. I dunno what that lady was talking about, but I saw she had a cool bracelet like yours. What’s that about?”

Blinking, you looked at the warp device on your wrist. ‘She had one, too? Huh..that would’ve broken this universe for sure if she saw mine..’

But all you did was shrug, putting your gun away. “It’s a long story...”

“Ah, well. I guess it doesn’t matter.” He chuckled. “Let’s get some drinks and kick back for a while. This hard-earned victory of ours calls for celebration.”

[thenixart]

[ID: A digital drawing of a variant of the Digimon Beelzemon. Beelzemon is a humanoid demon with four wings, the upper set several times larger than the lower set, a metallic tail, clawed hands, a beak-like mask that covers its upper face, and frizzy spiky blond hair that flares out behind the mask.

This variant has light brown skin, white feathered wings, a gold segmented tail and purple claws. It is wearing a revealing black priest themed outfit that shows of its thighs, sides, upper arms, and hips. It is wearing a bright purple mask and bright purple knee high boots with gold crosses over the knees and golden spiked bands over the arches of its feet. On its arms are black compression sleeves with golden rings on its wrists and a red bandanna tied to its right arm.

Its eyes are obscured by white talismans nailed into its eye sockets with golden nails.

The background is several green squares and rectangles on a grey screen. /End ID]

was discussing with a friend how it's wild that there's no sexy priest digimon. And also thinking about all the damned Beelzemon variants so I made a sexy priest pre-fall variant of Beelzemon, named Padremon. 

(color picked the skintone from the Beelzemon line's baby II form Yaamon)

(referenced Satan’s slutty outfit from Blue Exorcist)

[bokettochild]

A happy birthday gift! It's an Adult Timeline Legend design, or, *cough cough*, Captian Link Nohanson Hyrule II

Happy Birthday, Mama Lava, and I hope you had an excellent day, and I love you very much 💖🎂🥳💝

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I love this!!!!!

I love that you switched our Legend's hat out for a bandanna and his usual over-tunic out for a heavy sea-coat instead! I quite enjoy both of those things! It's still easily recognizable as Legend (which is key to Wind and Granny making the connection) but it's still clearly not Legend as we know him!

Great work, Tellie!

My birthday has been a fine one, and you all have made it a million times better with your kind words and lovely art!

I love you too!

[cantstoptheimagines]

Familiar (Arthur Morgan | Red Dead Redemption II)

Summary — You meet a mysterious stranger, who seems rather familiar for some unknown reason. 

Requested by anonymous — uhhh idk if you take requests, but if you do, maybe a rdr2 au with a modern!reader x arthur and it’s just a whole lotta fluff?

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Modern AU with a slight Reincarnation AU; simple, wholesome fluff; Arthur makes an attempt at flirting; references to a former lover’s death (Eliza).

Notes ➳ Word Count is 365. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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“That’s a beautiful horse you’ve got there.”

You turned at the sound of a man’s low drawl. The man standing before you was rather tall. He had on a tan jacket, with a blue shirt and bandanna underneath. He tipped his hat in greeting with a small smile on his face as he examined your favorite Appaloosa.  For some reason, that action struck a chord within you. Have you seen him before?

“Thanks,” you said. “I assume you’re the man that Mr. Marston mentioned was coming? The one who wants to buy the new Thoroughbred?”  

“The very same,” he replied. “Now that I’m here, though, what about this one? He seems like a good horse.”

“He’s mine,” you answered, “and he ain’t for sale, Mr.—?”

Realizing you were waiting for his name, he introduced himself, “Morgan. Name is Arthur Morgan.” 

“Your horse is this way, Mr. Morgan,” you said, leading him in the direction of another building, which he assumed were the stables. “Is there a particular reason you’re looking for a Thoroughbred, if you don’t mind me asking? That’s a pretty specific horse. Not a lot of people have those around here.” 

“My son, Isaac... well... he’s always wanted one,” he replied. “He’s been working real hard recently, so I figured, why not?” 

“How does his mother feel about that?” you asked. 

“She—uhm—” he paused for a moment. “Eliza ain’t around no more.” 

“Oh,” you whispered, “I’m sorry. If I had known, I wouldn’t have—”

Arthur interrupted, waving dismissively, “It’s alright. She’s been gone a long time. You couldn’t have known anyway.”  

You paused in front of a particular stable, nodding in the direction of the horse he had been interested in, “This is the one. You still interested?” 

“Only if you’ll go on a ride with me,” he said. “There’s something about you. I just can’t put my finger on it...” 

“(YOUR NAME),” you smiled. “I have to say, you seem pretty familiar, Mr. Morgan. Are you sure we haven’t met before?” 

“Maybe,” he paused, before a smirk came onto his face, “in another life.”

You chuckled, “Sure, let’s go with that.”

“Hey!” grinned Arthur, raising his hands in defense. “You never know!” 

[addictedtostorytelling]

I saw a picture of Billy and Jorja wish I saved it so I could post here (not sure if it’s behind the scenes) or if they’re playing their characters Grissom and Sara but the best way I can describe the picture is Sara / Jorja is wearing a shirt that has flames 🔥 on it and has a bandanna around her head it’s a cute pic of them both. I was just wondering if that’s a deleted scene or just them on set? Haha hope that makes sense. Thank you ���

hi, anon!

you mean this photo, right?

i don't have a 100% sure answer here, but here's my best conjecture:

multiple sources online identify this photo (and others like it) as coming from a summer 2006 fan visit to the csi set.

both billypetersen.com and jorjafox.net feature multiple photos from that same event, some with billy and jorja together, some with them appearing individually. some of these photos are clearly bts, as there are directors and filming equipment visible, and jorja is obviously in “interview mode” for a couple of them. however, some could potentially be episode material, taken during active filming.

in many of these photos, grissom appears to be looking over the izzy delancy miniature model.

since he is wearing the same outfit and doing the same action as we see on-screen in those instances, my guess is that what we're looking at is the filming of grissom's penultimate and ultimate scenes from episode 07x02 "built to kill" pt. ii, with the crew getting some of closeup shots on him poring over the miniature with the magnifier attachment on his glasses.

while it's possible that there was some prior version of these scenes that involved sara talking to grissom in the same flame-shirt outfit and highly-animated attitude as we see depicted here (that was later nerfed in favor of her standing placidly in the doorway to talk to him in the same jacket and green t-shirt combo that actually appears in the canonical episode), my sense is that what's captured here is rather billy-as-grissom filming a SOLO take of him with the miniature model and then jorja (as herself) coming over between takes to speak with him, possibly discussing notes for the upcoming gsr exchange.

it may be the case that jorja had just finished filming some kind of outdoor scene elsewhere—which would explain why she's made up to look like she's overheated and sweaty AND why she has sunglasses hanging from her neck, even though she's indoors—and was waiting for a wardrobe and makeup change so that she and billy could film the "what do you want us to do?" "i don't know. i'll deal with it" gsr conversation that we know from canon.

this outdoor scene may have then later been deleted.

in any case, sara certainly never appears in either episode 07x02 "built to kill" pt. ii or any other episode wearing that ensemble (much less holding the fan or having that kind of animated discussion with grissom in his office), so if there ever was any filmed material of jorja in that mode, it's certainly gone now*.

* it's also possible that jorja was never filming anything in that outfit and that's just, like, her street clothes (rather than a sara wardrobe), particularly as there seems to be a plethora of just kind of "headshot" style bts photos of her posing on set dressed that way.

anyway.

i've never read a real explanation of what's going on in these photos, so that's just my best conjecture based on the photo dates and some of the context clues in the actual images.

if anyone knows more than i do, feel free to drop some knowledge in the replies!

thanks for the question! please feel welcome to send another any time.

[ask-altobjects]

What are the contestants thoughts on the hosts and Chives?

Shelly: Hosts~? oh you mean salt and pepper~? they’re, fine i guess..Black hole: Only Pepper now.. oh well.Bandanna: Arg! they didn’t even give us a chance! Are we even really contestants!? D:Kumquat: yeah they didn’t let us do anything..Red light: I THINK THEY WERE F-Green light: Amazing! Ive never seen anyone so fabulous on the runway!yellow light: Meh.Hay bale: well, i shouldn’t say they were awful but they sure weren’t all that and a barrel of sauce.Barrel: …Thermos: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFrank: suup..

Black hole: Chives seems alright. Shelly: He seems fancy~!Red light: I THINK HE’S A PR-Green light: Pretty nice person! loyal too!yellow light: meh.Kumquat: Id like too get to know him better!bandanna: yar! who is this mystery lad anyway!Frank: sup!Thermos: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHay bale: he sure seems like the kinda parter that’d be quite the charmer if we got to know em!barrel: …