#just more glowy and floaty

[okaydiscount]

balls :) (of 2 different flavors bc i couldnt decide which i liked more)

[camb1on]

i feel!!! there are obviously a lot of battle strengths to ravens powers, especially when she applies herself, and that’s great but not as great as the passive abilities!! my portrayal of her simply won’t ever be able to read minds and, depending on how well someone is able to actively bury and mask their emotions, she won’t always be able to tell what someone is feeling. however. however! her ability to sense people! unmatched. iconic. show stopping. from a distance, her soul self is able to sense someone if they’re close to her projection. from closer range, shes able to tell when there’s a presence that there shouldn’t be, or she doesn’t recognize. all of this is great. all good. but. :) consider! at the tower, first thing in the morning, shes making herself some tea. shes able to tell who’s awake, who’s asleep, and exactly which member of the team has left their bedroom and is headed toward the kitchen riiiight then. she can get their favorite mug from the cupboard and have it waiting on the counter for them. :)

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and this is how it starts (flatmate!matty x reader smut)

this is quite literally day 1 of the relationship. like, condom-gate was mere hours ago lmao. also, someone said just thinking about flatmate matty and girlie literally just after condom gate and they're sitting on the couch and she's just kissing his neck and making out and he gets all flustered n floaty cos he's waited for this for so long 😕 maybe she teases him for getting hard so quickly and it's just sweet, i love them <3 so it's a bit of that too. enjoy <3

matty's not totally sold on the idea of there being a heaven, but his reasoning against it is weakening with every passing second. after all, what else could the situation he's in right now be, sprawled on the living room sofa with you on his lap and your lips connected? there's no other way of describing it.

he doesn't give a shit about description right now, though. or responsibility, or even time itself. all matty cares about is kissing you, softly moving his hands to rest in previously uncharted places on your body, and getting you to make those little whimpers that draw all the blood from his brain and redirect it to his dick. your hands weave into each other's hair, and an instinctive tug from matty has you pulling back and whining his name. he goes to pout at the removal of your lips from his own, but then you grind down harder onto him and drop your head into the crook of his neck; your lips meet the soft skin of matty's neck, and he can't stop the gasp that rips from his throat (or the hardening in his sweatpants).

holy fuck. in the many (many) dreams matty’s had about your lips, not once has he ever dreamt about them in this location. 

what a twat he is.

another choked noise leaves his mouth as your tongue joins the party, and yet another follows when you moan into his skin at the way he clutches desperately at your hips. before he knows it, you're kissing him again, licking into his mouth with such intensity he's half-convinced you're trying to eat him. and he'd let you - his brain and heart have already been consumed by you, after all. why not let you devour him completely?

your teeth sink into matty's lower lip as if you might, and he whines; you giggle against him, and switch your lips back to his neck before repeating the bite, albeit softer on the delicate skin, pulling another wanton moan from him. the pain turns to pleasure in his nerves and ricochets throughout his body so hard that he feels his dick jump, despite the haze of pleasure clouding his senses and brain capacity.

judging by the way you gasp and grind down impossibly further onto your boyfriend, you feel it too. he's aware of your lips peeling from him, and then suddenly your beautiful face appears in his eyeline - your eyes and hair are wild, your lips are swollen from, well, use, and you've never looked more enticing than now. then you smile, and matty has to retract his previous statement. “i didn't know you were so into neck kissing, matthew.”

he's not sure if it's the use of his full name (chiding, teasing, patronising) or the glint in your eye (seldom seen, slightly manic, so fucking flirty) that does it, but matty feels his cheeks flood with colour and heat. you lightly run your thumb across one with a satisfied hum, and matty momentarily forgets how to breathe; when the palm of your hand brushes his throat on its way down to rest on his chest, he almost shuts down completely. but he quickly recovers enough to speak shyly. “isn’t everyone?”

“yeah, but, baby,” you roll your hips slowly against his, groaning quietly as you do, and whisper directly in his ear. “it just got you so fucking hard.”

christ.

matty says as much as he throws his head back against the sofa, and you giggle. he cracks one eye open to look at you, all happiness-glowy and dishevelled in his t-shirt, and he can't help but smile bashfully. “don’t take the piss, sweetheart.”

“i'm not!” you laugh, then smirk. “well, maybe a little bit.”

“fucking knew it,” matty lightly smacks your ass, grabbing the soft flesh and using it as leverage to rock your hips against his. “mocking me for a normal reaction to a kiss in an erogenous zone, you minx.”

“ooh, big word.”

“i’ll smack you again, i mean it.”

“do your worst,” you grin, circling your hips. “although i'll be surprised if you can focus with that - oh, fuck,” your voice trails off into a moan as matty grins and latches his lips onto your neck, sucking a bruise into the lightly-perfumed skin and soothing it with his tongue.

he smirks as he pulls back to admire his work; for all he's dreamed about marking you up as his like this, nothing comes even remotely close to the real thing. “seems to me like someone can't take it as well as she can give it,” matty coos, cupping your jaw and running his thumb over your pouty lips. “that right, baby?”

without breaking eye contact, you flick your tongue against the pad of his thumb - when you hear matty's breath hitch, you slowly slide your lips onto the digit, down to the knuckle, tongue still flicking around it. he swears under his breath, dick harder than he thinks it's ever been, other hand clutching so hard at your ass that he wouldn't be surprised if it bruised. somewhere deep in matty’s mind, there's a little part of him wracked with guilt at the thought of hurting you, sweet, beautiful you, but that part is far overshadowed by just how badly he wants to be inside you right now.

thankfully, you seem to want that too; you release his thumb with a pop and a connecting string of spit, and look doe-eyed at him. he’s not sure if he's ever seen anything so erotic on his life.“no. i can take it, matty.”

something shifts in the air when you say that - it's as if the molecules have gotten heavier, dropping a delicious tension into the atmosphere and knocking all flirty banter to the ground. you're so close he can see himself reflected amidst the desire in your eyes. so close that your breath mingles with his own, hot in the crisp autumn air. so close, and, for the first time, so available for him to touch.

and, god, does he want to touch you.

“you can take it?” matty asks, caressing your cheek and smiling when you nod. “now?”

“please.”

matty groans. “you'll kill me, sweetheart,” he quickly kisses you, smiling into your lips when you moan. “let me take you to bed and you can show me how well you take it, yeah?”

you pout. “wanna stay here.”

“so do i. but we need to go and get a condom, darlin.”

“don't worry,” you lean back slightly and pull the t-shirt over your head in a way matty can only liken to unwrapping a present; he swears when he sees the lacy black bra you're wearing, your tits threatening to spill over its scalloped trim. when you see him looking at your chest, you grin. “like my bra?”

“very much.”

“good. been saving it for you - you know, in case we ever… got to this stage in our relationship.”

matty blinks as the realisation settles in his mind and body. he's so turned on it's almost painful. “really? fuck, baby, that's so hot.”

you shrug bashfully. “got a whole drawer full of pretty underwear i only want you to see. been thinking about this for a while. which reminds me,” you reach into your bra and pull out a small foil square, and hold it up triumphantly. “no need to go to bed!”

matty laughs slightly deliriously. “you had a condom down your bra the whole time? fuck, you really want me, don't you?”

“on this couch, specifically,” you lean in to softly kiss his neck again, then drag your tongue up to whisper in his ear. “dreamt about riding you on it since the day i moved in.”

shit.

his hips buck up at the mere thought, eliciting whines from both of you. “wanna make your dream come true - need it, darlin, need you.”

“fuck,” your hands scramble to pull matty's t-shirt over his head, then pull his face to your own for a searing kiss. it doesn't last long, though, with you soon pulling back to guide matty's hands to the clasp of your bra; he catches on to your ideas quickly, undoing the thing with ease and sliding the bra from your body, while you clumsily balance on one knee at a time to get your panties off. matty huffs out a laugh when you roll your eyes and leave the underwear to dangle on your left calf, and you smile and wrap your arms around his neck. “what?”

“nothing, you're just cute - sit up for me, darlin, so i can lift my hips, thanks,” he replies, shimmying his sweatpants down with a shit-eating grin. “so impatient to fuck me that you can't even properly take your underwear off.”

you raise your eyebrows and tear the condom packet open with your teeth. matty feels his eyes roll back into his head when you finally touch him, pumping his dick three times before rolling the condom onto him - you hum happily at the weight of him in your soft hand. “i don't think i'm the impatient one here, babe.”

you're not wrong. still, disagreeing gives him a perfect excuse to rile you up with a touch, too. “no?” matty tilts his head, sliding a hand across your thigh and between your legs; before you can react, he slides a finger along your slit, catching the sticky arousal and dipping into your dripping cunt. your reaction - a shaky whimper - is incredible, almost as incredible as matty's realisation that it’s him who got you into this state. “oh, baby.”

he smiles when you whine his name, but it drops in favour of a gasp when you replace his finger in your folds with the head of his dick. without breaking eye contact, you gasp too. “matty, can i…?”

“please, angel,” matty moans, hands trailing up to squeeze your tits before returning home to your hips. “put me inside.”

“okay,” you all but whisper. a beautiful smile crosses your face, the sun breaking through clouds. “i love you.”

the way you say that, so giddy… matty thinks his heart could honestly burst. he gently cups your jaw with both hands. “i love you too.”

you giggle, and matty feels your cheeks heat up. “i'm glad i get to love you openly now.”

“me too, darlin,” matty kisses you slowly, passionately, but so sweetly; he wants you to be able to feel how much he loves you through his lips. he pulls back just enough to speak clearly, foreheads still touching. “wanna be even closer to you.”

“hold my hips, then, please,” you murmur against him, smiling and kissing him again when he obliges. shuffling around on your knees for a second, you line matty up with yourself, and slowly begin to sink down onto him. the feeling is mind-blowing for both of you, it seems - matty makes a choked groan at how tight you are, and you whimper as he stretches you further with every bit of him you slowly take. “matty.”

he responds with a moan of your name, rubbing soothing circles into your hips while you take him to the hilt with a series of dazed blinks. despite the pleasure already clouding his brain, matty touches your face in concern. “you feeling alright, darlin?”

“yeah. just full.”

“need a second?”

you nod. “sorry, baby.”

“no, not at all. feels amazing like this, anyway,” he strokes your cheek, relishing the way you melt into his touch. “knew you'd look fucking gorgeous on top.”

at that, you clench around him - he's not even sure you're aware of it, but he has to focus very hard on keeping himself from moving inside you - and speak again. “have you thought about this a lot?”

matty nods, trailing his hand down to your chest. “oh yeah.”

“so have i,” you smile, humming contentedly when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and index finger - when he leans forward to take the bud into his mouth, you whine. “fuck, can i move now?”

“yeah,” matty moans around your tit, before pulling away and leaning back against the sofa. “ride me, angel.”

the sentence hasn't even fully left his mouth before you're obliging; the words trail into a raspy groan as you slowly pull yourself up and sink back down. his eyes want to close from the overwhelming pleasure of you fucking him, but he keeps them open because the sight of you like this is too incredible to miss even a second of. matty has no idea how many times he's dreamt of you doing exactly this to him, alone in his bedroom or hotel or tour bus bathroom, but every single fantasy pales in comparison to the real thing. after all, he couldn't have imagined the way your jaw trembles and your eyelids flutter every time he bottoms out inside you, sending an accomplishment high through his body that makes him feel better than any substance he's ever tried.

he has imagined the way your tits would bounce as you speed up your own bouncing on him. again, though, reality is so much better - not once in his dreams did you whine a plea while he tentatively touched them, or cry his name and clench around him in response to him pinching your nipples. the slight pain spurs you on, makes your hips move faster and wilder and matty's contract in pleasure, and he makes a mental note to remember the effect it has on you for future reference. 

like he'd ever forget any of this. matty’s never felt so good in his fucking life.

when he tells you as much, you beam, and speed up yet again. oh. matty smirks as best he can through the intense pleasure. “you like it when i tell you how good you are, darlin?”

“mhmm,” you nod shyly, adorably incongruous with the way you're slamming your hips down to meet matty's. “wanna be perfect for you.”

fuck. “you are, sweetheart. my perfect girl,” matty sits up to kiss you, and you whimper into his mouth at the slight change in angle of him inside you. he smiles, switching his lips to your neck. “what else do you want, gorgeous?”

“want - oh, fuck - want you to touch me,” before matty even has the chance to respond, you suck his right thumb into your mouth again and lead it to your clit. “wanna cum.”

and who the fuck is he to deny you what you want, especially after seven years of also wanting to make you do just that?

“alright, darlin,” matty smiles, jaw dropping at the way you tighten impossibly further around him as he starts working little circles into your clit. “shit, that feels good.”

“yeah?”

he nods. “keep going, angel. actually, just use me to get yourself off. whatever you need to do.”

your eyes widen. “really?”

“really. wanna see you cum for me,” matty lightly bites the inside of your tit. “used to make myself cum thinking about you falling apart on top of me like this.”

a glint of something flickers in your eyes, something matty can't quite name. “so, if i cum,” you breathily begin, still rocking your hips. “you'll cum too?”

“pretty much, yeah.”

you smirk. “alright.”

with that, you brace your arms behind you on matty's thighs, using them as leverage to fuck him as hard as you possibly can. he gasps, nerves beginning to tingle with the orgasm he's been both holding off and craving for a while now, climax creeping closer with every bounce of your hips and tits; he's mesmerised by you, your beautiful body practically shaking above him as you ride your way to ecstasy, and whines of his name and various swear words and “don't stop touching me, please” pouring from your perfect lips.

matty does as he's told, thumb staying put on the bundle of nerves between your thighs. remembering his mental note from earlier, he brings his free hand down on your ass and kisses away the cry you let out on impact. “come on, sweetheart,” he coos against your mouth. “give in. cum for me, my love, let go for me. make me feel good.”

he leans back to look at you - you look utterly fucked, eyes heavy and teary, jaw slack and lips swollen, but you're so beautiful. when you look at him (probably just as fucked-looking, to be honest), you smile sweetly, but it soon drops off your face as you rush ever closer to the precipice of orgasm. “matty,” you whimper, voice cracking from overuse. “i'm gonna cum.”

no four words have ever sounded better to him. matty holds your face with his free hand; you nuzzle into it, and a wave of love washes over him. “do it, angel.”

your head drops onto his shoulder as your hips fall out of rhythm, and you cry into his neck as your body jerks in ecstasy. matty cries, grabbing your ass and leaning back so he can fuck up into your pulsing cunt as his own orgasm hits. he holds you flush against him as he cums into the condom, then lets you gently flop down as you both recover with panting breaths.

matty's so hazy from pleasure that it takes him a minute to register the chaste kisses you're planting on his neck - you lift your head when he giggles breathily, smiling so widely he's sure your face must hurt. “hi matty.”

“hi, baby,” he kisses your nose. “i love you.”

“love you too,” you give him a little smooch. “loved that.”

“fuck, so did i,” matty sighs, grinning at you. “you're really fucking good at that.”

“only cos it's you i was fucking,” you giggle. “my need to make you feel good outweighed the burning in my thighs. would've tapped out, otherwise.”

matty rubs the offending body part. “will you let me take care of you in return, then? after you've endured the pain and climbed off me so i can get rid of the condom, that is.”

you nod, hissing as you pull yourself off matty's dick and flop onto the couch beside him. he kisses you quickly before he stands, slightly shakily, and removes and ties off the condom; you protest when he places it on the coffee table. “matthew!”

“what? i put it on a coaster. and i'm not leaving it there!”

“still! i don't want used condoms on my good coffee table, even if it's us that's used them,” you stare at him for a second, and then collapse into giggles. “new flat rule?”

matty cackles. “all condoms put in the bin immediately after use. right, hold it for a second, then - and don't give me that face, it was inside you!” he sighs as he bends down and scoops you - holding the condom between your thumb and index finger, mildly disgusted - up bridal-style into his arms. your face softens when he kisses your head as he carries you down the hall. “fancy a bath? it'll help your legs.”

“only if you come in with me.”

he hums, nudging the bathroom door open and setting you down on your shaky legs; you chuck the condom in the bin. “i like the sound of that.”

“good,” you lean up to kiss him. “now please leave the room.”

“what? why?”

“because,” you say, turning the bath's hot tap on. “i need to piss. in peace.”

matty pouts overdramatically. “but i don't want to leave you.”

“out, healy,” you point at the door as matty giggles; you kiss his cheek as he leaves, though. “bring a bottle of wine in when you come back?”

“glasses, too? or just share the bottle?”

you scoff. “you were just inside me, and now you're worried i have germs?”

he laughs. “i love you.”

“i love you, too.”

[thescribblings]

LONG POST AHEAD! Lots of text and no drawings after the cut!

So, I've been procrastinating this post for a while because i don't have any art explaining his new arm except this one, and i wanted it to be pretty similar to, or even better than the first prosthetic post, but i don't think i can do anything more than an infodump today, lmfao sorry

But here it is! In all of its glowy/floaty glory!

Some facts and features about his arm under the cut

So, I'll just copy and paste what i wrote in my notes, since my brain is complete mush lately

The notes are unfinished and in no specific order, but i figured it might be interesting if you think my au is fun ,^,

His arm! Made of a mix of carbon fiber and whatever the fuck the metal future donnie invented is

-the metal parts of the arm are matte, for style, obviously

*The nails are made of a type of nanotech so he can customize everything about them, with some limits due to there being limited nanotech stored in the hand itself.

- he can have claws, short nails, stilettos, talons, or even a mix of them. He knows a thing or two about programming nanotechnology due to his other prosthetic, so he can customize it on his own eithout issue. And yes, he does

paint the nails on it, as well.

*Some form of electromagnetism keeps his hand and forearm attached, without it they'd just fall to the ground. Some things it can do with this feature involves;

-see how his sword is situated on his back? He couldn't possibly get it off without bending over backwards, it's too long, right? Actually, he can grab the handle with his prosthetic and then detach the hand from the forearm, this will let him independently control the hand, which lets him pull the sword out of its scabbard no problem

-the limbs can move independently, the only limit being his ability to focus enough to smoothly control the individual pieces. This lets him easily take his sword out of its scabbard with the hand while simultaneously blocking a hit with the forearm, for example

-since the hand is the only part that doesn't glow, it's much stealthier, so he can surprise attack opponents from behind, even when he's standing right in front of them

-are the parts sentient? Do they have independent will? He doesn't fuckin know, and neither does Donnie. He discovered that they can move independently on a whim and decided that it's best not to question it. He's totally not extremely cocky about having potentially created artificial intelligence on accident -Stickbug

*The individual pieces of the arm can hover, letting him do things like what is shown in the illustration

*Nanotech is stored in the individual pieces

-if something were to, say, slash his prosthetic forearm and leave a gash, the nanotech would mend it immediately, letting him keep fighting unaffected until he can properly fix the damage

-if something were to slice the entire forearm in two, the electromagnetism would pull the pieces together while the nanotech seals the gash, making the forearm good as new

*What is it powered by?

-i didn't mention this in the thigh prosthetic post, but his thigh isn't actually powered by anything, it doesn't need more than the guidance of his muscles to function

-the electromagnetism in the arm is powered by his ninpo, it lets him turn it on and off on a whim, and it gives him a more natural sense of control when he operates it

-his ninpo powers the electromagnetism, but what powers the rest of the arm? Trick question, it's the electromagnetism! It triggers mechanisms in the individual pieces that powers all the mechanical features, such as the nanotech, fingers, and a coupleo nes on brand with it being genius built:tm:

-since the arm is technically powered by, and connected to his ninpo, he can teleport it much like his nagamaki!

*since it's powered by his ninpo, if his ninpo gets spazzy he cannot use the arm. If he were to try to use the arm when his ninpo is spazzy, a lot of things might happen

-first things first, why would his ninpo be spazzy? It's a side effect of his body effectively sustaining itself with his ninpo for over a decade. It made up for lost sleep, lack of food and water, and everything you might need to, y'know, live. This quickly drained his ninpo until it was little more than a spark, and anytime that spark flickered out from him overworking himself, he'd crash and pass out for the next day and a half. He didn't actually know this was going on until he popped up in the present and everything just kinda started making sense

-it could switch on and off sporadically, causing it to fall to the floor and snap back into place at random

-the hand and forearm might suddenly shoot off in a random direction, which is hilarious, but also dangerous

-he would have basically no control over the arm, leading to jagged movement and randomly activating different features

-it might randomly teleport to or from him, depending on how he feels

*at first glance the previous point might seem like bad design choices, but it's actually a necessary feature! Since he tends to overdo it pretty often it's important that he can't use his prosthetic when his ninpo is spazzy

-his ninpo only gets spazzy if something triggers it, it's kinda like it switches between rest and survival mode, this gets triggered if he's overused his ninpo and it got too close to when he relied on it for survival

-the only way to fix his spazzy ninpo is, well, rest. A lot of napping. Which is why it's so important that he literally can't use his prosthetic when he needs rest

*It can teleport?

-why yes, it can! Being able to telepoort the pieces to and from himself gives him a huge advantge in battle. Since you can't disarm him! Pun intended

*it's a very silent piece of tech, which is ideal for his fighting style. the only part that makes the typical 'tech prosthetic' sounds is the fingers, as they are connected with joints instead of electromagnetism

*the flexible parts

-the main part covers the delt/ shoulder of his residual limb and wraps around his neck for a snug, comfortable fit.

-there's a sliver of it cutting the metal of the palm in half right between his fingers, giving it more mobility. (Try gently bending your own palm, it's surprisingly flexy)

-there's a small sliver at the 'wrist' of it, since it wouldn'tbe able to bend properly if there wasn't something leting that part of the hand bend, as well

-the flexible parts in the hand is yellow, while the piece covering his shoulder is green, adorned with his iconic shoulder stripe, in yellow, of course

-the green and yellow aren't a perfect colour match, they're a bit more saturated than his skin and markings, but it's not very noticable at first sight, so if he wears a hoodie over the arm his hand could be mistaken for a real hand, letting him hide it in public, to avoid stares

*The hand

-it has a softer, kinda rubbery material covering his palm and the length of the fingers that lets him tell different textures apart better, even if just by sound. It's a lighter, more desaturated green than the hand, even lighter thann his skin

-the soft material is not smooth, but rather textured, not bumpy, per se, just somewhat rough. Maybe a bit sandpaper-y

-the textured material gives him better grip, especially in battle, since it wouldn't exactly be ideal for a sword that is 5'7 long to suddenly fly across the battlefield. As funny as it would be, lol

-it also lets him control his grip strength better, so he doesn't accidentally crush someone's hand, or whatever object he was holding

*There's a good chance you might find him walking around with just the shoulder/bicep piece, since he can teleport the other pieces to himself at will, and it's less draining when he leaves them somewhere, off

Have nice day :]

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

An idea I had that I thought you would like. TOTK, Batman, and DP cross over au where Zelda and Link get swapped with Tim and Danny respectively, but both Link and Zelda end up in Gothem. Perhaps it was a glowy show of light and the whole family knows Tim got switched with this pretty blonde lady who seems Very Confused, or maybe they have no idea and get to figure it out along the way.

Either way, Tim and Danny get to explore this new world for a while until they uncover a certain crusty old mummy under the castle. Tim gets yeeted back in time while Danny tries to hard to find a way to bring back Tim and also fix the minor (major) mess he and Tim caused.

Also if you know how TOTK ends, I won't spoil it for those who don't, but oh man. Oh Goodness. Yes Tim does do the thing with the stone. Yes there is the final battle high in the sky. However I go not know how Tim and Danny get home, if they even do. Perhaps all four are stuck where they laded, or they can go back to their own worlds. Who knows~

Danny...does danny...lose his arm??? Like, 90% of the game play requires that arm to activate stuff. Literally all of the shines need it to gain entry.

How would the Zonai biology work with his human and ghost biology??? Wouldn't it be better to swap Tim and Danny so Tim ends up with the magic arm and powers and building stuff with tech while Danny does the stone thing and time travels?

It would be easier to convince Rauru and Sonia of somthing going down if Danny is being all floaty and glowy and obviously ethereal, tho Phantom vs Ganondorf might not work out well for the demon king anyway due to Danny being op and if he gets a stone.

Hmm. Maybe you're right. Your idea makes more sense due to Danny just being op. Either way this is a very interesting idea and I look forward to seeing other peoples takes on it

[equinoxts2]

Hiatus Announcement

I'm going dormant for a while, because I need to curate a whole different selection of downloads for a completely new hood in a world that is not the long-established Senaverse. It will be more in keeping with what my playstyle and attitude to life is now, trying to manifest love, as opposed to my angsty teen/early twenties self that just wanted to see the 21st century burn.

Additional personal issues under the cut.

I am also grappling with an identity crisis - I've just got used to being Quin, and now I find that I'm constantly calling myself by the name of my solo RPG's main character (and they're not called Quin.) I almost feel like I'm becoming this character and the demons in my head are trying to convince me that I'm going bananas.

In addition, I'm struggling with mixed feelings about my aroace nature - I want to say I'm proud to opt out of all that romance and woohoo nonsense, but there is a part of me that resents it, mostly because (apparently) when I was born, my dad said something about how "no man will ever come near me" and my primally spiritual mindset can't not see that as a curse.

And that's not even mentioning the species dysphoria - I want to love myself and how I look, too, but... I feel like I don't want a gender, or an ethnicity, or even particularly a body, and certainly not a human body. In other words, I don't want to be defined by any neurotypical, heteronormative labels. In my heart, I've always been a little floaty glowy wisp of starlight that embodies universal love. But every time I look in the mirror and see a bearded lady with a very large frame and lingering anger issues from school, I die a little.

So I'm taking time away from simblr, because I need space to work through these problems I'm grappling with, without the bizarre temptation to jump back into blogging and dig my simblr chameleon skin out of storage.

And I am not crazy. Deal with it.

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Threenager by happyaspie

Part 76 of Tony Stark is a Good Mentor

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Chapters 1/? || De-aged Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Summary: While on patrol, Peter is struck by a spell that turns him into a toddler. Or mostly into a toddler. His memories, intellect, and experiences are still intact. Unfortunately, that makes being trapped in a toddler's body, with a toddler's motor skills that much harder. His legs are too short, and his fingers are too uncooperative. He can’t ride in the car without a super claustrophobic car seat. He can’t even wash his hands without help and it's frustrating. Between the teasing, Tony does his absolute best to help.

[except below the cut]

It was after ten in the evening and Tony was in his bed for once. He wasn’t sleeping. He was leaning up against the headboard, glasses perched on the end of his nose, thumbing through a magazine. They’d done an interview and photoshoot with him several months prior and it had finally been published. He didn’t like the photo they’d picked for the cover. His smile was off and a few errant strands of hair had fallen limply against his forehead. He hoped the article would make up for it.

He was about halfway through the two-page spread when his phone began to ring. Blindly, he reached over to the bedside table and wrapped his fingers around the device. He didn’t bother checking the caller ID as he brought it up to his ear. There was no reason to. It was his personal phone and only a handful of friends and colleagues had the number. 

“This is Stark,” he mindlessly greeted, the phone tucked neatly under his chin.

“Oh Thank God you actually answered!” a high-pitched voice rang out from the other end of the line.

Tony sighed, wondering which one of his imbecile contacts had allowed their toddler to play with their phone. “Hey there, Little Buddy. Does your mommy or daddy know you have their phone?” he asked, bringing the chipmunk-like chatter to a halt.

“Come on, Mr. Stark! This is serious!” the voice squealed. Though, all of the R’s and L’s were either missing or slurred into W’s. “I’m kind of in a bind here and I could really use your assistance.”

The first thing to pop into Tony’s head was how the vocabulary didn’t quite match up to the voice. Before he could stop himself the words, “Wait. How old are you?” slipped out of his mouth. 

The tiny voice growled. Vaguely, Tony wondered why he’d not already hung up. 

“It doesn’t matter! I really need you to hear me out here, Mr. Stark!”

“Yeah, okay,” Tony interjected. “That’s enough phone time for you today, Kiddie. Mr. Stark is going to say ‘bye-bye’ now.” Before he could press the end call button, the voice on the other end of the line grew increasingly frantic.

“No, Mr. Stark! Wait! Please! It’s me, Peter! Peter Parker! I need your help!”

As the voice pleaded, Tony pulled the phone away from his ear to verify who he was speaking to. Sure enough, the name Peter Parker was displayed across the screen, along with the cheesy photo he’d set to go with the contact information.

“Peter?” he questioned, still not quite believing. ”Why the hell do you sound like a nineties cartoon character?”

His inquiry was met with silence. He was right on the verge of probing for more when he heard Peter gather a deep breath.  

“Well, I was on patrol, right?” Peter said. “You know, just swinging around minding my own business. Then some weird guy with a big floaty book popped up out of nowhere! I tried to get away from him but then he threw this yellowish-orange glowy light ball thing at me, and he shrunk me! He shrunk me, Mr. Stark! And I- I don’t have any other clothes.” 

When the rambling finally came to an end, Tony reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You don’t have any other clothes,” he blandly repeated. “You just told me some random guy shot you with an unknown substance and you’re going your biggest concern is, ‘I don’t have any other clothes?’”

“I’m pretty sure being naked in the middle of New York City is actually a very big concern, Mr. Stark!”

Seeing as that hadn’t even crossed his mind, Tony sighed and pulled up the Spider-Suit's last known coordinates. Thankfully they weren’t far. “Alright. You win. I’ll be there in twenty.”

[continue reading on AO3]

[thessalian]

Thess vs MINERVA

After all the Being A Motherfucking Adult of yesterday, the rest was entirely a recovery day. Might have picked up Forbidden West again if I was in the middle of Zen hunting and travelling to someplace and that kind of thing. Not when I had Jumping Puzzle of DOOM ahead of me. But I decided I could do it today.

Right. Here we go. Aaaaaaand of course there's a forcefield. Finding a way around.

So there's going to be guardian machines around here somewhere because they've been everywhere, so what do we have? Burrowers? Scroungers? Scrappers?

...Of course it's fucking Leaplashers. FUCK. OFF. LEAPLASHERS.

Okay, now what? Ah. Shoot the glowies. I can do that. Poonk. Poonk. POONK.

Hrm. Stuff in the way. Find a thing to weight it down-- Wait, when did we start playing Portal?

Of course it can't be that simple. Shove shove shove. Run run run. Drag drag drag. Blegh.

Oh shit I missed shooting one BACK I GO.

Okay. FINALLY. Right. What next? Oh you want me to glide now.

NO NO NO I PRESSED SPACE YOU STUPID-- and into the lava I go.

Right. So from there to there to there. Lemme check my timings.

(Fuck I'm glad I do story mode on this. I bet the timings are way less forgiving in other modes. Fibro does not allow for that kind of precision.)

And more timings for the vent aaaaaaand... Ride the floaty machines, okay. YEET.

I admit it's kind of nice having someone around marvelling at the awesome and frankly insane shit I do in these things.

Aaaaand we're in. Oh. Fuck. Well. Sorry, land-god, HAEPHESTUS is a jackass.

Also ... really sorry, Zo, but you're right, your people can't see this. I am so, so sorry that HAEPHESTUS is a jackass.

THERE IS NOT ENOUGH COVER IN THIS STUPID CAULDRON FUUUCK.

Okay. Everything be dead. Thank you. Now. Fuck. Off. HAEPHESTUS.

Oh. So you're stealing a trick off me and hiding in the cloud. Well, fuck you too.

Oh. And we have a Cradle. And MINERVA is not happy. Yeah, I'm not exactly having the best day either, MINERVA.

Aaaaaaand we're stuck in a room. Well, fuck that. I can climb. And pry open doors. And open vents. And-- ooh, hey, green shiny!

Right. Lengthy cutscene incoming-- Oh, come on, MINERVA, I am trying to help you here!

"MISERY ... WILL CEASE?" Oh damn I'm nearly crying over an AI. (Like, an actual AI, not what the tech bros and corporate shills are trying to foist on us in the real.)

Hi, GAIA. You-- Wait, you're digging through my Focus? Hang on; all the stuff I recorded on my old Focus was destroyed, so how are you getting Rost? Were my Foci networked? If so, doesn't that mean Sylens can just spy on everything? Or is it just that you're a techno-god AI thing that--? Okay I will stop poking the Jenga Tower of Logic for now.

Yeah, please don't scare my friends. Thank you.

So ... wait. This base is, like ... mine, now? Can I maybe ... like ... hang a few plants? Tapestries? Furs? Something, I dunno; this place is kind of gloomy as fuck.

Ooooooh so this is what the drone data's for! Oh, dude, this is gorgeous.

Wait. So there's a mechanic to get better at overriding machines now? Huh, and I need more Plowhorn bits. I don't think the Utaru will like me shooting their land-gods for that, so I guess I'll have to hope for more on the other side of the mountains.

...Oh, you Odyssey bastards. I kind of wonder how much is "descendent" and how much is "clone" at this point, since the woman's voice I heard in that little collection of folks was very much like the Tilda I heard talking to Elizabet in one of those old data points. Those shitheels really did just want to live forever.

And now they want to TAKE OVER THE WORLD-- Fuck's sake, by killing everyone who already lives here? Fuckheads. You're not better just because you have a bunch of history books or whatever! You're just the same kind of grasping assholes as left the world in its sorry state the last time!

(I'm honestly not sure what this says about colonialism, though I admit it's nice to be the individuals fighting against the colonialist shitheads because, hey, we were here first and we survived without your tech-god bullshit.)

Yeah, I don't really know how I feel about another machine-army either. If I could just get something to shut down their stupid forcefields, I'd be happy with that. Just make them vulnerable to the Arrow-To-Face manoeuvre, and I'll cope. Then again, something needs to go after their Venom-Meets-Modrone bullshit.

Okay, what's going to be the excuse to let me wander alone this time? ...Aloy, that's actually smart. Let them in on it; let them understand, or at least as much as they're going to through the filters of their experience and--

Oh. You're going to go get Erend? I can live with that. And Zo is ... probably going to end up some kind of priestess among the Utaru, at least after she does whatever she's going to do to help us.

And we're into the actual West! LIZARDS! I NEED LIZARD BITS!

But first I need a campfire that's not at the base-- Oh. Hi, Tenakth lady. I don't really think you're violent savages but I do have to be careful about that lady's rebel bullshit. Thanks for the heads-up about the bases; I'll see what I can do because I really like taking those out.

Got anything interesting, Peddler-Dude? ...Not really. Lemme sell you some vendor trash and be on my way.

Ooh, drone! Lemme just clear those Shellsnappers out of the way--

Um. What's that?

Does ... does that say Apex?!?

Ofuckofuckofuckofuckofuck.

WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GO--? Oh. SHIT.

Hide and seek tiiiiiiiiiiime!

Aaaaaaand FINALLY. Okay. Area clear. Now lemme get up to where that drone leap point is-- Oh, hey, green shiny!

Attempt 1 - missed. Fuck. Well, I guess I needed to use up some of the medicinal berries in my stash anyway.

Attempt 2 - missed. Gonna have to dash it.

Attempt 3 - SUCCESS! Whole new drone point for Planetarium! WOO!

Okay, now lemme just get that last campfire-- LIZARDS!

No ... no ... no ... I need skin, damnit. GIVE ME YOUR SKIIIIN.

Fuck it. Campfire. Break needed. Then I'll spend a couple of hours hunting lizards, probably.

Really kinda glad I had no plans on going out today. As the meme goes, "It fucken WIMDY". I'm a little paranoid about my outside plants, but they seem to be okay so far. But it's definitely time for a screen break. More coffee, probably. Fruit, because I require feeding. Then ... yeah, probably hunting lizards for hours. Because I am insanely patient about some things. And I very much want lizard skin.

[whiteboardartstudios]

Ok so I was planning on making an actual ref sheet first but I couldn't wait anymore–

So yeah, here's my 2 Collector OCs :D

This is Soleil, they/them pronouns, occasionally uses he/him if they feel like it (which is not very often but it still happens)

They're a sunny little child, and their wooden sun mask kinda orbits around their head lol. The way planets orbit around the sun. Because they're sun themed. They don't Collect yet, but I imagine that if they do, they would have little wooden masks of the creatures they collect in a similar style to their sun mask.

Their palette looks like orange juice mix XD

Next is Half Moon, she/they pronouns but mostly uses she/her

She's kinda like the shy kid, she doesn't talk very much and really only talks to Soleil. She also doesn't Collect yet (both Half Moon and Soleil are children in like Collector years), and I haven't really thought of how she would go about doing it if she really has to.

If you're wondering about their dynamic: basically Half Moon is like 90% of Soleil's impulse control (they're very extroverted and sometimes doesn't think before they do something), while Soleil is pretty much 90% of Half Moon's social skills (sort of?) Like usually Soleil talks for both of them, if that makes sense. Half Moon is very calm and collected (lol) most of the time, and although she seems like she's usually hiding behind Soleil, she's actually the more powerful of the two. I guess it's good that Half Moon gets the cool magic, because Soleil can and probably will accidentally break a lot of things if they had that much power. Half Moon's other eye (that she covers with her hair) is very glowy and is not a normal eye, I haven't thought of exactly what to do with it yet, maybe it sees the future or something? Or maybe it's like one of those anime moments where the character with their eyes closed all the time suddenly opens their eyes and that's when the audience knows that stuff is going down. Anyways yeah Half Moon has magic glowy eye thing :P It's kinda hard to tell in the picture, but her face is kinda split down the middle? Like how Collectors have like funky skin markings, Soleil has two small blue teardrops under their eyes, and Half Moon has her face split half-light half-dark like a literal half-moon. Her hair is also kinda floaty galaxy like? Think Princess Luna from My Little Pony. Like, that kinda hair. And the stars in it twinkles and everything.

Fun fact about Soleil, their name means Sun in French! I was doodling in French class when I made them and I unintentionally named them after the inspiration for their design lol.

I probably have more thoughts on these two, but this post is already getting pretty long so I'm just going to leave it at this for now :) While I don't have a lot of complete artwork of them, I have a lot of doodles. Like, a LOT.

But yeah that's it for now :D

[therandomartmaker]

Danny’s been a lot of places, a lot of times. Clockwork liked to use the Fentons and the Phantom Team like errandchildren. Danny’s also encountered quite a lot of people, some he knew he’d never meet again, but it’s better than he had met them and missed them then never meeting them at all, he thinks.

The next year, something called the Justice League starts up. Danny watches, he doesn’t join, he’s got his hands full with a Realm and schooling to finish. He doesn’t even care to pay attention to who’s in it, and this goes on until he finishes his schooling and is legally capable of simply. Disappearing.

So he does; travels the world as Dani did, joined up with her to beat up some cults, fucked around with Sam and Tucker in the past in highly secluded areas after Clocky taught him how to make time portals. Jobs? Legal tracks? Monetary gransacyions? Nah, nothing but haggling and a whole lotta treasures.

It’s when he actually decides to visit space and the moon, that he realises that the Justice League had a space station up there. Huh.

He decides to check ‘em out. One of ‘ems in Gotham and he’s yet to see what current day Gotham was like.

— (Batman) —

“Huh.” Danny’s squinting at the Bat-costumed man in front of him. They’re both observing each other, but Danny’s just. Slightly confused. He’d met this man, before, somewhere. Something about the righteousness and grief and justice rolling off in waves of this man is deeply familiar. Admittedly, Danny’s met a lot of people, but they can usually be sorted into “Friend from a Time Travel Adventure” and “Friend from the Present-Day.”

“Do I know you?” Danny says, because if the other knows him, then this wasn’t a ‘Descendant of his friend with way too many similarities’ situation.

“Phantom. It’s been long, hasn’t it?”

“Well, shit. Who are you?”

“…”

“Ok ok, uh,,,, bat-themed- OH. PIRATES? You’re helluva lot of the way away from the sea and boat, my guy, it’s been so long!” Danny realises, this was the guy who’d helped him with the Pirates Time Travel Mission, specifically the one with Val’s help. “Wait. You’re a leader of the Justice League thingo? Neat! Wanted to ask if i could join, got a bit too bored, really.”

“Hn.”

“Awesome! I’ll see you up there sometime!”

— (Wonder Woman) —

Danny makes it to the Watchtower, eventually. Batman’s chaperoning, or something, but it’s nice to be with the guy again, they made a wonderful ‘beat up the bad guys’ team, and Danny thinks it’d be wonderful to do the whole thing again. Though, he’s really interested in meeting all of the members of the League!

Oh, is that Bellatrix? It is!

Jazz loved her, she was epic in battle, and Jazz’s tie with the woman was a sight to behold. “Bellatrix! Is that you? Well, aren’t you looking great, how longs’ it been, man, I must be losing track of time.” Danny slides up to the armour-clad woman, beaming brightly.

“Ah, Phantom. How are you? I do apologise for introducing myself with a fake name. I am Wonder Woman, also known as Diana Prince.”

“Oh! Diana? That’s a nice name! How are you, though? Doing well? Beating up more bigoted men who think Women don’t have a place in fights?”

“I’m doing quite fine, Phantom. I still like to look back on your Coliseum fights to learn from you, are you joining the Justice League?”

“Mmhm!” Danny nods, and off they go, chattering about whatever comes up on their minds. Batman stands aside, watching and listening, but overall content with the idle, knowing they had plenty of time to tour the Watchtower.

He meets a blond haired, blue eyed magician with a soul riddled with contract upon contract.

— (Flash) —

Barry spots Phantom a mile away, really. It’s the glowy floaty white hair, he’d recognise it on sight, considering they’d saved him before he’d even known superheroes existed. The pair that saved him had never introduced themselves to him, but he had figured it was just because they were in a rush or something.

“Hey!” He shouts, trying to catch Diana and the Meta boy’s (? That age is wrong, somehow) attention, as they walked into the cafeteria. Batman was close behind the two, and turns to face him, drawing the attention of the chattering pair.

“Uh, nice ta meet you!” Barry starts, and sticks out a hand.

“Oh! I’m Phantom, nice ta meet ya, too!” Barry chuckles at this, the kid clearly didn’t- the kid? It’s been years since he met the pair, and the guy hasn’t aged a day?

“Uh, yeah, a few years ago you saved my life, just wanted to say thank you for that, you and…”

“Phantasm.”

“Yeah, you and Phantasm flew off too quickly for me to even blink.”

“Huh. Didn’t Phatasm and I save you, like, yesterday?”

Barry blinks. Oh man, this must be a fucking immortal with a fucked up sense of time.

— (Constantine) —

“Oh Witchboy!”

Constantine chokes on his flask, no one called him that. That was the nickname the Ghost Kid from Salem called him. He was prtty certain he’d never meet aga- Well! He was Wrong Apparently.

“Ghostboy?”

“Yeah! You do remember me! Man, there’s only one guy I know with a soul as fucked as yours. Are those more contracts, dude?” Ghostboy exclaims, sardonic and bright all the same. Constantine hates this kid (he’s lying, the kid saved his life, he’d do many a things for him) he’s so fucking bright.

“Ghostboy.”

“Wait. Hold on. I thought humans didn’t live that long. Those witch trials were years before now. You don’t look like you’ve aged much at all.”

“Well, Zatanna and I got time travelled, you know the whole ordeal.”

“No, no i did not. Neat though! I don’t get to meet a lot of people from my adventures again often. It’s nice that i’ve had a fall of them recently, friends are friends!”

Constantine sighed, ok, now he needed to find out who else knows this kid, because few supernatural immortal beings actually stuck around and mingled with mortals. It’d make for interesting time, at least.

DP x DC prompt

The Justice League mistakes Danny for being older than he looks not because of historical texts but because they met him in the past.

Batman met Danny during his time as a pirate. Batman remembered fighting alongside Danny and an young African woman freeing innocent men and women.

Wonder Woman was sent back to ancient Rome and looking for a way back. While she was there she watched the fights in the Coliseum. She then noticed when one fighter lost his helmet and she saw her teammate Phantom. She was surprised to see him also fighting along side a tall redhead who fought like an amazon.

Barry met Phantom before he even became the Flash. It was a late night at work and he was walking home when a mugger attempted to rob him. Before he knew it the mugger was knocked unconscious and he was looking at a flying boy and girl with white hair. Barry was surprised and grateful when he was flown home by the strange duo.

The Bat family were sent back in time together when Ra's had just gotten control of the league. They also saw him trying to woo a redheaded woman while Phantom was beside her. When Ra's threatened to kill the woman's husband and raise her kids as his own, they watched the woman knee him in the nuts and heard Phantom ask the woman why she attracts creeps like him.

Zatanna and John Constantine were somehow sent back in time during the Salem Witch trials. They were both captured by a witch hunter and about to be set on fire. Then a man looking a lot like the witch hunter tackled the man and knocked him out. Phantom flew out of nowhere and untied them and took them somewhere safe.

[jetsartport]

The scene is of a pile of trash bags, thrown about on the sidewalk. There are cars and ambulances nearby, lights everywhere illuminating the streets, highlighting the gum on the sidewalks and the slant of the hill. To the side of the garbage is graffiti, scribbled on “No Parking” post. A single tree is found amongst the trash, skinny, but bright green, standing out amongst the drab greys, blacks and neutrals. There are two shadows to the right of the image, though the subjects aren’t known. 

This image was inspired by the theme of dystopia. I wanted to focus here on littering, and perhaps also how it affects the environment. People typically don’t want to take pictures of ugly things, but I thought it would be interesting to show waste and how normalized it is, especially in New York, where for some reason we seem to not have a lot of dumpsters, so we throw our trash anywhere. This could ALSO be another chance for juxtaposition, but I also wanted to explore color comp here as well. Honestly speaking this isn’t a great photo to me, but I liked the asymmetry of it, and how there’s this huge gap between the trash and the “walkable” side of the sidewalk. 

The scene depicts a metal/wire fence with little white flowers behind it. The point of view is angled, as if the person who took it is pressed up against the fence, trying to peek through at the greenery. Underneath the grass, are dying leaves, brown and crispy, along with balled up tissues. The fence is mostly rusted and browned, indicating its age, and perhaps how long the plants behind it have been growing for. At the very bottom edge of the image is the ground, rocky and grey – heavily cropped. 

For me, this image was inspired by the theme of utopia. I realize New York is a heavily industrialized city, and so lots of buildings are taking up the remainder of flowering forests, gardens, and so on. I’d like to capture images of these two concepts living in harmony, as utopia often depicts: Nature and Humanity! The fence gave me the idea that this was allowed to grow, that it was protected. I think if I look around the city, I can find more natural spaces like this to experiment with, not only with plant life, but animals and the like too. I think this would also be interesting, to play with juxtaposition.

This scene shows what is essentially the golden hour, the sun just before setting. The sky is a peachy orange, glowy yellow, dusty pink and pale blue, onlooking the highways and buildings. A tree peeks through the side, some leaves mustard yellow, some hunter green. Stretching across the lower part of the image, not unlike seagulls, are lamp posts and green lights. The clouds are fading into the colors of the sky, most visible at the bottom where the sun is blocked out. 

This image was inspired by the theme of utopia. I love taking dreamlike photos, where things look hazy and have a bit of blur. This kind of goes against the conventional definition of utopia, but I think it would be interesting to create dreamlike images, since to me, a utopia isn’t actually possible, so what would be perfect would be up to the photographer – this would be more of a personal definition, basically. I really enjoy the skyline, wondering what it's like to be up there, that feeling of floating/walking on air, and I’m thinking if I go this direction it’d allow for more creativity. This one I’m most uncertain about since I feel like it’s a bit out there/may be difficult, but I dunno. Obviously I wouldn’t only take pictures of the sky, but that’s my inspiration (the floaty feeling.) I could probably achieve this in the other ideas too. 

[Utopia/Dystopia, Brainstorm]

[aquillis-main]

Sonic Prime Notes Part 1

Episode 1:

Makes Green Hill the only place Sonic and his friends live in.

Sonic's friends immediately say that he's late, even though the episode starts in medias res.

Sonic talks nothing but good things about his friends within the first few minutes, yet the first interaction with them is an angry dismissal.

Tails looks pissed off even though Sonic came in regardless of how tardy he is.

Knuckles throws a dig at Sonic, instead of being jokey about Sonic's tardiness.

Doesn't take into account Knuckles' habit of being gullible in that games, thus contradicting canon.

Sonic is constantly needing to be bailed out, even though the show has stated that Sonic has been fighting Eggman for at least years.

Rouge just says 'Don't mention it, literally', which out of the others is the most nicest out of them all.

Amy's also is nice to Sonic, just simply asking where he's been in comparison.

Tails states that they don't know what the Prism is capable of.

Sonic is so slow in this urgent notice, not helped by how many times the scenes keep jumping to Sonic, then the Prism.

Instead of actually helping Sonic, All four of the group just put out a weak 'Sonic, no'.

Tails even yells 'Sonic wait' as if that'll stop Sonic from pulling a Knuckles shattering the ME

We don't actually see the actual point of Sonic hitting the Prism, thus it can be speculated that instead of Sonic reaching it, Eggman broke it by crushing it.

Sonic's friends in his floaty memory space all talk good things/non antagonistic things about him, even though we have not seen those moments due to the nature of in medias res opening

'That's a Sonic Boom of a headache'. Kill me.

"Truck stop chili dogs", implying that chilli dogs are drugged/food poisoned, even though he's talking about it in relation to his shoes being glowy and sparky.

Sonic immediately calls for Tails and Amy, even though he's supposedly on a 'bad relationship' with all of his friends.

Sonic acts like a petulant child in front of random strangers, even though he's more mature than this in the games.

Big exists in alternate universes even though he was not close when the Shattering occurred.

Signs of eggman all over, yet Sonic cannot put two and two together.

Show only focuses on Green Hill, thus all the alt universes are variations of Green Hill

Tails figures out that Eggman is pulling a ploy, yet sonic disregards it to make a quip.

"I don't see a trap, though I guess by definition I wouldn't see a trap if there was one." - Sonic, after being by Tails that Eggman is trapping him.

Tails fails to explain himself, instead repeating what he said.

Sonic mentions Tails being his best friend, even though the entire show's plot revolves around Sonic needing to reconnect with his friends.

Eggman's using Sonic to blow up the mountain instead of blowing up the mountain himself.

Tails leaves instead of explaining, and sonic sounds more like Dragonball Z Abridged Goku over actual Sonic.

Game Sonic would be able to tell Tails is upset, Prime Sonic doesn't.

Prime Sonic immediately apologizes and tries to set things right with Tails, yet still needs to 'reconnect with his friends'.

Sonic keeps on harping on how Rouge got in, even though he left the door open.

Sonic and the others converse about what Eggman's doing far away from the mountain, while Eggman manages to win within the same time frame.

This is the seventh time Eggman winning has been established. This is the second time Eggman used ultradimensional stuff in order to do this.

"What in the name of Green Hill is going on?" - Wait a Mobius Minute remastered.

Sonic immediately goes to try and find Tails, which again contradicts the whole plot of 'Sonic needs to reconnect with his friends'.

Sonic constantly changes between 'utter dumbass' and 'hyperaware' in several scenes.

Sonic immediately does not recognize Tails to be an alt universe self, despite meeting a Big that did not know him earlier.

To many instances of the word 'fox' in the recollection scene.

Sonic does NOT SHUT UP.

Another moment of Sonic leaning on the fourth wall occurs when he meets Rusty Rose.

None of the Chaos Council Characters are ACTUALY Dr. Eggman. The only one is Mr. Doctor Eggman, implying that this version does not have an actual doctorate.

Sonic is the slapstick target: 20

Episode 2:

Shadow literally starts the episode sounding like he's having diarrhea issues

Random Chaos Emerald in the middle of nowhere, and Shadow wants to fuck it.

Sonic has a weird ego trip, and Shadow threw the first punch.

Sonic and Shadow decide to fight in the middle of something for nothing but wanting to fight each other.

Sonic keeps provoking Shadow despite telling Shadow that he's on a mission earlier.

Shadow instantly punches Sonic, despite Sonic mentioning to Shadow that he is on a mission.

Sonic throughout the episode is not allowed to fight, because he gets dizzy. Even though he has been spinning into a ball multiple times, and has showcased more stamina before in the games.

Sonic doesn't hear Tails' shout, and gives Tails a thumbs up instead of stopping or slowing down.

Sonic slapstick count: 32

All the notes I have for Sonic Prime atm. Will not know when I get around to the next set, need time to digest this... experience.

[wifediaries]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ how to add feminine flair to your interior: a few quick tips ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

1. Coffee table books

They’re fun, girly and fill unnecessary gapping on your table. Be sure to colour coordinate them, and see if you could find books that reflect your interests; whether that be fashion, interior / exterior design, even conspiracy theories (so long as the cover is cute...) I have a Chanel one myself with a pink cover which I love as a display piece. Not only is it a good conversation starter, but a good gift to give to other likeminded women.

2. Dainty jewellery bowls / storage

In my opinion, a dressing table must. Find pretty shaped plates and cases to hold your jewellery from antique stores or home department/craft stores, and if you’re looking for the cheapest alternative possible always check your local thrift / charity stores, there are always unexpected gems just be sure to clean them well. Although not as ethical, aliexpress do a vast majority of such.

3. Bouquets!

Nothing screams feminine beauty quite like having a bouquet in your life. Now whilst they look beautiful of course, there is a lot more to it. Self love is the quickest way to confidence, and there fore unlocking the most beautiful version of yourself. That being said, acts of romance aimed at yourself can be super beneficial, and it is essential to gift give (in ways you can afford of course, however simple bouquets are usually quite affordable!)

4. Glowy lighting placements / instalments

No one feels pretty in overhead house lighting. Or super clinical bright lights! Improve your mood and check yourself out in every reflective surface when you see just how glowy you can look with softer lighting. Mess around with coloured lighting, perhaps going for rosy pink for feminine flair or a warmer toned orange for that golden hour effect all evening. It can be just a lamp or two, fairy lights or light fixtures, whatever you’re comfortable with for your space. Softer lighting is actually proven to improve your mood!

5. Floaty curtains

Truly not much to describe here! To me, nothing quite emulates princess-like / angelic interior like these! Whilst they don’t do much for light blocking if that bothers you (however would help you wake up earlier to be a more productive version of yourself!) they sure do look elegant.

7. Coordinated hangers and wardrobe organisation

One of the most effective and yet small and low effort ways I found to stay productive and tidy was focusing on closet organisation. An organised and aesthetically pleasing to the eye wardrobe inspires higher effort and cleaner looking outfits.

These are all mere suggestions. Surround your space in what makes you feel happy and what makes you feel like the best & prettiest version of yourself!

Mimi ♡

[flameraven]

Misc Thoughts on Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

-The opening was definitely slower than I'd like, I was a little bored, but once you get let out to explore the world it's really fun! Very similar to Legends: Arceus but much improved. Key detail: you can pick up items while mounted! This was really annoying to not be able to do in PLA.

-I've been pretty lucky and not run into any major glitches. Sometimes the background is a little wobbly but the overworld has run okay. I definitely noticed some major lag as the game tried to load each item when I was shopping. -The world is big and exciting but still feels awfully empty. The towns have these huge wide streets and giant houses, but there's not really anything to do in them. You can't even go inside NPCs houses, there's only the shops -I feel like they split up the clothing shops in the main city to make it seem bigger and more full, but it just made shopping inconvenient. What's the point of a giant castle/city if there's nothing THERE? -I'm still not thrilled with the school uniform but it's not as ugly as I feared. Still hoping that we get some real clothes post-game, or possibly as a DLC option. (Why does the new kid get to wear her Eevee hoodie and I can't??) -that school is definitely not ADA compliant, wtf are all those stairs -I'm enjoying riding around on my giant motorcycle dragon a lot more than I thought, and Koraidon running with his legs looks a lot less stupid than it did in the trailers (he tucks his tail in to make the back "wheel"! What a cool detail!). Cannot wait to climb up walls. -Your dragon making a catlike "Brrrp!" noise when you summon it is perfect, A+, 11/10 -I do find the map a bit hard to navigate, it can be hard to find the bridges to cross rivers and such and figure out how to get to different areas. -I really really wish we could mark places on the map like BotW! I found a cool glowy sword in the ground I couldn't reach, and I know I won't remember where it is later. -The variety of pokemon available and how many new pokemon you can find are really cool. I do like that they didn't show most of the new mons because it makes them more fun to discover. I think there's also a good balance of Pokemon spread out in the grass, sometimes they clump up, sometimes they're single, but it's not obvious "sections" the way SwSh Wild Areas were. -I love that the game is like 'BTW the crater is SUPER DANGEROUS, don't go there!!' so we all know where the plot is going to end up. Spoilers on Pokemon/Evolutions below:

-I got spoiled on the starter evos and... yeah honestly not a fan of the final forms. Giant spooky crocodile is okay but not as cool as the idea I had in my head, Grass Cat is just kind of boring and similar to Delphox, and Quaxly is just... WTF. I heard "fabulous" and "peacock" before I saw the images, and I think an actual peacock would have been cool, but instead we got... that. D: Nintendo, please stop with the anthro starter evos, they're not good. -Paldean Tentacool is a horror show, I hate it. X) -Pawmi is ADORABLE, I love him. Although the 2nd and 3rd evolutions are awfully similar, seems like it could have just been a 2-stage pokemon. There are SO MANY new pokemon I want to try out, though, I keep switching things in and out of my team, it's really fun. So far my team is: Clodsire, Azumarill, middle stage Fuecoco, Pawmot(? the third one), the tiny fire megaman, and the Flamingo, which is WAY stronger than I expected. Bulbapedia says it has a base attack of 115?! That's huge! Also working on evolving the little floaty psychic thing because apparently it becomes an ostrich?! There are a lot of new bird pokemon in this game, I approve. May need to do another run someday with an all-bird team.

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #275: Yang Guifei

Today on Fate and Phantasms we’ve got the flaming courtesan Yang Guifei! With a celestial body so stunning all of China was wrapped around her finger and firepower from a literal celestial body, I can’t wait to hear about all the cool stuff she does in FGO!

Wait, she does nothing? Seriously? Seriously.

Well that makes this a little tougher.

So: she’s an Eloquence Bard for the beauty and eldritch madness, plus a Celestial Warlock for the backing of a literal heavenly body.

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: mmmmm whatcha Sei?

Race and Background

Yang’s a Human. She gets glowy bits later, but that’s more an outfit than anything else. That means she gets +1 Constitution and Charisma, as well as proficiency in Intimidation for eldritch madness, and the Elemental Adept feat for Fire damage, a secret tool that’ll help us later. It lets you ignore resistance with fire spells, and those same spells deal at least 2 damage per die.

You’re a Courtesan- no, sorry, Courtier, for proficiency in Insight and Persuasion. If you’re going to be the center of attention, it’s a good idea to read the room first.

Ability Scores

Your Charisma is number one- it’s the only thing we really know about you. Just below that is Dexterity. A qipao is not armor. No Yang, a squid is not armor either. Just try not to get hit, that works for the summer servants. Number 3 is, surprisingly, Constitution. Your third skill sets you on fire, you’ve got to be pretty tough if that’s your go-to solution. Your Intelligence and Wisdom aren’t terrible, they just don’t stand out. That being said, your wisdom is a little lower since you made a deal with Cthguha, Mr. “Burn All Life”. What exactly do you expect to get out of that? Finally, dump Strength. You might carry around a lot of stuff, but it mostly just floats after you.

Class Levels

Bard 1: You didn't meet up with Cthugha until... actually they never explained that either. I assume it's after being a courtesan though, so that's why we're going bard first. It's a nice start though, since you get proficiency with Dexterity and Charisma saves and three skills of your choice. Pick up Performance for sick flute skills, as well as Animal Handling and Arcana. I don't know which one those glowy fish count as, but it's one of the two! The big draw of the class is Bardic Inspiration, d6s you can pass out to your allies for a boost on an attack, check, or save. You can do that Charisma Modifier times per long rest, While waiting for them to recharge you can always check out your Spells, which you cast using your Charisma. Grab Dancing Lights for nonviolent fish, Friends and Charm Person to wrap the emperor around your finger, Bane and Dissonant Whispers for some eldritch creepiness, and Feather Fall. You're not flying yet, but it's kinda floaty, and it'll be useful when you can fly.

Bard 2: At level 2 you become a Jack of All Trades, giving you half proficiency in all checks you don't already have proficiency in. We have no idea what you can do, so it's best to keep our options open. You can also perform a Song of Rest, adding 1d6 to healing done over a short rest. Being the emperor of China is a stressful job, so it's important you help relieve all that. Also, you have Magical Inspiration now, so your friends can add your inspiration die to magical damage or healing as well! You can also jam out with your pipa and/or flute, creating a Thunderwave.

Bard 3: As an Eloquence bard, your Silver Tongue only enhances your beauty. So much so that every persuasion or deception check always has a roll of at least a 10. We are three levels in, and you already have a guaranteed persuasion of at least 17. Not bad for an early build. If that math seems a little suspicious, it's because we haven't gone over your doubled proficiency from Expertise yet. We'll keep it human for now and double down on Persuasion and Performance. If you really want to get noneuclidean already, your Unsettling Words lets you spend an inspiration die to subtract that roll from another creature's next save. You have a lot of mind-warping, all-or-nothing stuff, it would be a shame if it didn't work on your target. Speaking of mind-warping, Shatter is an everything-warping spell, destroying anything in its way with a blast of sound. Constructs are hard to charm, but easy to break.

Bard 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Charisma. We got all the feats out early this time, so we're just gunning for strong spells as soon as possible. Speaking of spells, Vicious Mockery also weakens your foes with horrifying noises, and Enthrall will ensure you're the center of the emperor's world. In fact, he'll have disadvantage on checks to see anyone else!

Bard 5: Fifth level bards get an improved inspiration die (a d8), and become a Font of Inspiration. That means your inspiration comes back on short rests as well as long ones.You can also Bestow Curses with your third level spell slots. This spell's pretty open-ended, just like everything about you!

Warlock 1: Now that we've got the bardy basics down, let's make a deal! With the sun! As a Celestial warlock you gain a Healing Light, giving you a couple d6s you can use to heal people near you as a bonus action. You don't quite have healing powers in-game, so just consider this an extension of your song of rest. You also get Pact Magic, another Charisma based spell list with slots that re-charge on short rests. Warlocks and Bards have different slots, but you can use them for each other's spells no problem. Speaking of, you get a ton of cantrips- Light to glow up your outfit, Sacred Flame and Create Bonfire to burn people, and Toll the Dead for more creepy squidness. Can squids toll the dead? They can according to Lovecraft. For spells, Hellish Rebuke is almost literally your third skill- get hit, set the hitter on fire. For the decreasing defense part, grab Guiding Bolt- hit a creature, and the next time an ally attacks them they’ll get advantage. Yes, technically it’s not lowering their defense as much as raising someone else’s attack, but same difference, really.

Warlock 2: Second level warlocks get Eldritch Invocations, little bonuses from your patron to make your star shine brighter. Armor of Shadows means a squid is armor now, thanks to free castings of Mage Armor. You can also use Misty Visions to cast Silent Image for free, so now you don’t have to spend a spell slot every time you want to make those fish. Also, you can cast Hex now for more curses. Elder gods love curses.

Warlock 3: Third level warlocks get their Pact boon, and the Pact of the Blade gives you a magical weapon you can summon as an action. It’s those sticks that you can turn into a whip, basically. We also finally get a leveled spell that you can attack with that does fire damage! Eight levels into this fire-themed build! Flaming Sphere creates a -you guessed it- that you can ram into your enemies. Your boss is also a flaming sphere, so this is kind of like whipping out a crucifix against a vampire, except this holy symbol hurts everyone within 5′ of it.

Bard 6: Bouncing back to bard for some sixth level goodies. Countercharm is not one of them, that’s kind of a waste of an action in my opinion. Luckily eloquence bards get not one but two features to make up for that. Your Unfailing Inspiration means your allies don’t lose inspiration if it doesn’t help them succeed in whatever they’re doing, and Universal Speech lets you magically force a nearby group of creatures to understand you for an hour. If you want to know why Cthugha knows Goblin, it’s the same reason Quetzalcoatl speaks Spanish- suns just know extra languages. It’s FGO’s deepest lore. You can do that once a long rest, or by spending a spell slot. Speaking of spending spell slots, you can do that to cast Fear. It’s classic eldritch horror: anybody who fails their wisdom save becomes frightened, and they drop what they’re holding and run away from you as fast as they can. To be honest mixing an elder god with your standard charm-heavy build is neat, really fills out the palette of mental manipulation.

Warlock 4: Bopping back to warlock for a bit to max out our Charisma on this ASI. This’ll make all your spells more powerful, including the new Eldritch Blast for offensive fish and Darkness to make some sunspots. The night is darkest before the dawn, and all that.

Warlock 5: Fifth level warlocks cast third level spells like Thunderstep. Mix eldritch space-warping with classic bard soundwaves to get away from danger while still slapping it in the face. You also pick up the Grasp of Hadar invocation, letting you pull a creature hit by Eldritch Blast towards you once a round. Science Fact: stars have a “fuckton” of gravity. That’s the official terminology.

Warlock 6: Sixth level Celestelocks (warlocks really into Celeste) have a Radiant Soul- you can add your charisma modifier to one instance of fire or radiant damage caused by any spell you cast. Now your cantrips are supercharged! You can also Incite Greed to make yourself priceless in the eyes of creatures around you. They’ll gather around you if they fail a wisdom save they’ll just hang around you for up to a minute.

Bard 7: Seventh level bards get fourth level spells! Confusion is even more eldritch madness- will they wander around, attack at random, or even take their turn normally? Nobody knows, least of all them!

Bard 8: For our eighth level ASI, we’re gonna bump up our Dexterity for a better AC and whippage. We’re also getting the third level spell Major Image for even better fish images. These ones can even smell like fish!

Bard 9: Ninth level bards get fifth level spells! If you want some long-lasting lightfish without finagling or illusions, make some fish-shaped lanterns on your own and use Animate Objects to turn them into your minions! Or use this to make talismans scatter themselves! Can you tell we’re writing this in the middle of the one event she shows up in? Your song of rest also heals 1d8 HP now! I’m sure that’s still useful at level 15.

Bard 10: Tenth level bards get a d10 for inspiration, and on top of picking up Minor Illusion for cheaper fish, you get Magical Secrets- two spells from any spell list! Fly will take care of the floatiness from your third ascension, and Conjure Woodland Beings lets you summon fey creatures, so you can grab those creepy glowy things from your first ascension! (wait, why do the weird things show up in your normal ascension???) You also get Expertise in two skills, and it’s about time your patron expanded your horizons. Double down on Arcana and Intimidation.

Bard 11: Eleventh level bards get sixth level spells like Eyebite. You can do all sorts of madness, knocking a creature you can see unconscious, frightening them, or giving them disadvantage on all attacks and checks, all for up to a minute, with the ability to target another creature each turn.

Bard 12: Use this last ASI to bump up your Dexterity again. You also need that for playing the pipa right, on top of the AC and attack bonuses.

Bard 13: Thirteenth level bards get 7th level spells like Forcecage, the ultimate in shield technology. It’ll create a cube shaped wall of force around a 10′ cube that blocks all attacks and spells. Now, to be fair you can’t drop this early, and you’ll have to make a charisma save to escape with magic, so maaaybe think twice before you pop that Favors of Three Thousand Concentrated to One. Meh, I guess you can use it to trap people too, if you want.

Bard 14: Fourteenth level eloquence bards have Infectious Inspiration, letting you spread the inspiration out even further! After another creature spends its inspiration die, you can react to give another die to another creature without spending your usual dice. You can only do this five times a day though. You’re very, very charming. Things just go better with you around. We also get two more Magical Secrets, and we can finally pick up two more fire spells! Investiture of Flame lets us do what we should’ve a long time ago: set ourselves on fire! You’re now immune to fire damage and resist cold, plus creatures that get near you get burnt! If that’s not enough you can shoot fire around as an action each turn. If you’d rather keep moving, use Ashardalon’s Stride to increase your walking speed, ignore opportunity attacks, and deal fire damage to nearby creatures as you run around.

Pros and Cons

Pros

Your fire spells are a particularly hot topic, cutting through fire’s biggest weakness thanks to ignoring resistance, and the additional damage from Elemental Adept and Radiant Soul is nothing to sneeze at.

You’re also very good at being the party face, with expertise in three charisma skills and reliable talent in two of them- your persuasion being particularly powerful with a guaranteed minimum of 27. And all that is before we start bringing in magical ways to get what you want!

You’re also great on support, with inspiration that doesn’t quit and a lot of it. Add on battlefield control with Grasp of Hadar and frighten effects, and you can help out the heavy hitters even if you’re not putting big numbers on the board.

Cons

This build has a lot of weird addons. Like, we need Pact of the Blade for your shape-changing weapons, but we focus on spells more- pact of the tome would help more. Also, focusing on fire damage so much when we only have 5 fire spells, 2 of which come at level 20, is a bad investment! Thunder is generally a better damage type, and we have way more options for that seeing use.

You also have low wisdom, so a mirror match would just end with both of you getting charmed to death. Also you won’t see encounters coming, which is rough.

We dipped into warlock a little too much; it cut off your chance at level 9 spells. With level 9 spells we could grab Foresight and not have to pretend Forcecage is a good spell for defending yourself.

[aquilamage]

I literally just got it by walking into their room? like the overseer was glitching out a little at first starting up a projection but it never showing anything so I left the screen and came back and it just started showing that along with two images of the glowy floaty things. which definitely didn't happen in my first playthrough.

but anyway now that I'm slightly less emotionally gushing (still screamin on the inside) I Am Examining It. and. This is either them before whatever happened or them if they're restored. or both. First of all they gets to have clothes in this. And. The patterns of the pink markings are basically the same as the lighting behind Five Pebbles's body in his room, so that may just be a more functioning iterator thing. But also! The blue markings are the same shape as the symbol you see in the other in-game projection of them I've seen so far! No idea what it means but these are the only places I've seen it and it's gotta be something

ummm...wait what does the game consider 'clearing' it??!? because I went and hovered over Hunter for funsies and it still has the 'clear as monk or survivor to unlock'. I thought that just meant 'get to the ending's but either I'm wrong about their definition or about my having actually gotten to the games ending