#lane › 001.

[vampiricgf]

I have to go gocey shopping today

[sanctifiedlance]

" You handled that quite well. Few can cause drunken thugs to run in fear from a look alone."

duty was something ingrained into the king, and that extended to her role as a servant. reamining idle was not something Artoria was fond of, and as such, had taken to patrolling at nighttime every other day, her goal being no more than to ensure that those having to stay out late are safe from unecessary harm.

she does well to stay in the light of the lamp post as her steps echo against the path, the slight screech as she sheathes her simple sword. perhaps an archaic choice of a weapon, but stick to what you know, no? " Would you like some assistance? "

@lethalitisms

[dxrkenedheights]

where: atlanta precinct

with: june lane and kasen lane @blackheartatl

★・・・・・・★

Maybe it was her fault? Every time she got a call about the latest scrap Kas found himself in...or caused...June wondered if she'd been too soft on him over the years. Too lenient. But he was her baby boy, she couldn't just leave him stranded at the precinct while Colin wouldn't be able to stop by until much later. "I'm not even gonna say a thing." she sighed as she saw Kas emerge, rolling her eyes and knowing that it was stupid to even try and make him see reason...but also that she could never bite her tongue for long. "College kids, Kas? Really?" she tutted as they walked to her car. "Look I got some errands I need to run, so you can either get a ride back to the trailer park after I'm done or you can walk there right now. Your choice."

[moonchild-in-blue]

Meanwhile:

I am doing my duty in finding a sugar daddy to release Bruno Mars from debt prison. What are YOU doing?

[ac1numa]

don't pay attention to him ,  he's no one . ( jake & fleur )

jc. jake smirks, his gaze briefly flickering toward the person fleur mentioned. " i wasn't planning on it. i've got better things to focus on, " he replies, his tone casual. " no need to waste time on the irrelevant. so, what's on your agenda instead ? i'm more interested in that. " always the flirting type, he eyed the girl as he leaned more closer to her. wanting her to forget about the person annoying her in the first place.

[truthlassoed]

status: closed starter for @loising​ location: a bowling alley after 8 pm

Diana had procured their drinks and was headed back to their table when a small child whizzed past her, almost causing her to spill everything. She hadn’t expected to be met with such a large crowd when she’d agreed to Lois’ proposal, making the scene in front of her all the more baffling . . . and frightening. "You didn’t tell me this place was so popular.” She had to speak louder than she would’ve liked to be heard over the music and children hollering in the lane next to theirs. It didn’t irk her per se; Diana was just accustomed to quieter settings. Following her time in the war, she cherished the rare moments of peace she’d find when her heart was still and her mind could momentarily forget about all of the hurt this world had caused her in such a brief span.

She was glad to have found Lois when she did. The woman had become a good friend and support system to her at a time when her real home was out of reach. It could explain why she’d decided to come--against her better judgment--or why she currently found herself dodging eight-year-olds for a bowling ball most of them probably couldn’t even lift. “If I’d known it was this hectic, I would’ve suggested we go wine-tasting instead. Not even Artemis could endure the wrath of these children.” Upon securing her ball, Diana collapsed into her seat in a huff, recalling her untouched drink on the table before consuming it almost all in one go. The instant effect it had elicited a delighted sigh of relief, her hand reaching over to touch the “start” button on the monitor. “Well then, Ms. Lane, shall we bowl?”

[spicy30]

Modernness of 1400s 001

Pairing: HOTD x Fem!Modern!Reader

Extra: The reader is noted to be bilingual (Spanish speaking) and is familiar with the majority of Latin-based languages, No use of Y/N

cw: Misinformation, cannon-typical violence

Rating: 13+

Not proofread

WC: 4k

“Yes! I will call you both when I arrive at the airport.” You spoke in a hurried voice excited to leave. It was your first time leaving the country without your parents. Your first trip alone, well not exactly alone. Your best friend was in the car. Saying your final goodbyes you grabbed your three large suitcases and stuffed them in the back while taking one in the front.

“Why did you bring three!? What even is in there?” Your best friend spoke as she was squished to the side.

“Basically all of my clothes and shampoos, soaps, scrubs, sanitary pads, sanitary wipes, toothpaste, y’know all the stuff you need to be clean.” You listed the things on your fingers as you spoke to her.

“You can’t bring liquids on a plane.” She stared at you with a blank stare. “You’re so gonna get stopped by security.”

“If they’re over 100 milliliters. I did my research. You can never be too clean, and you never know when you might need them!” You urged with an exaggerated tone of voice.

“Girl, we’re gone for two weeks, we can buy anything we need once we get there.” She rationalized with you.

“We’re on a budget. Why waste money on useless things when we can simply just take from what we already have, duh!” You rolled your eyes and chewed some gum while smiling then offered her some. Your best friend hummed and shrugged while taking one and popping it in her mouth.

“Anyways, these jeans are gonna be the death of me, I know it. This plane ride is like 10 hours!” Your best friend complained as she unbuttoned her jeans.

“Airport crushes. Gotta look your best.” You spoke as you touched up your makeup and adjusted your sweater. “Anyways, I hope it’s cold on the plane. I hate it when it’s too hot, but just in case I wore this.” You unzipped your sweater showing a cream-colored, halter-style top with a square neckline. “The cold is better because you can always put on more layers, with the heat, only so many layers you can take off.” You hear your best friend hum in agreement.

You watched the world pass you by and the sunset as the music sounded in your ears from your headphones. The car came to a slow stop to pay the highway toll before speeding up again. You looked into the darkness of the night. This bridge that you were crossing was quite long. Deciding to prep ahead of time, you downloaded movies and songs on your phone.

Red lights flashed on your left and you heard a honk. You looked over and saw a semi-truck switching lanes. It was far too close to you. You simply sat still watching as the semi-truck hit the front of the car. There was nothing you could do. Another collision hit you from behind, jerking you forward. Your best friend screamed. You only screamed when the car began swerving closer to the edge of the bridge. The only thing below this bridge is the black ocean.

The car gave a screeching stop as it crashed into the concrete wall. The back of the car hung over the edge. Both you and your best friend were screaming and crying for help, though the driver only quickly unbuckled themselves and got out of the car. Your screaming drowned out anything else as the car hung in the balance. The car door opened on your right and your best friend was helped out by a bystander.

She called your name as the car slipped backward. Acting fast you stuffed your phone in your purse, crawled over your suitcase and finally stepped onto solid ground again. As you tried to walk forward you got stuck. Looking back, your sweater had gotten stuck in the suitcase. In desperation, you pulled, and it pulled the whole suitcase out. However, the suitcase fell over the edge. You heard your name being yelled at as you were yanked backward. You screamed and swiped for anything, your hand only hit the car. As you fell you screamed even louder as you saw the car fall after you, the bright red tail gates chasing after you. It was a long drop, every second you felt as if you would hit the cold black waters. You moved mid-air and curled yourself into a ball before you felt the sharp hit of the cold water.

As you sank down you extended your body swimming upwards, but you felt heavy. Nevertheless, you persevered. Swimming with desperation you felt a cramp in your calf. You groaned as you stopped moving your leg. Looking down, you saw nothing but black, but as you looked back up red lights crashed into you. The blow was hard and the wind was knocked out of you. Reflexively you breathed in, only to swallow water, coughing, and you swallowed more water. You failed your arms trying to get to the surface. Everything burned and you tried to breathe once more, only to take in more water before you finally gave up.

…

Your body jerked to the side and you threw up seawater while crying. More and more water came out and you couldn’t breathe. Every time you tried a water shot from your mouth. Finally, you took a big deep breath in and grabbed on firmly to what seemed to be an armored shoe.

Looking up the sun blinded you, as well as the shine from the armor.

“That’s her…we just found her…when…what…wearing?” Voices came in and out and you flipped back over onto your back letting the sun hit you. You simply breathed, looking up towards the blue sky. You simply laid back trying to refocus, though it didn’t seem to be working. Large dark figures flew in the sky, you didn’t know what they were but you blinked trying to figure it out. As your eyes focused on them, a man stepped in front of you, he was bald with thick white eyebrows and a matching beard.

“Are you…” The words he spoke sounded blurred.

“Huh?” From behind him, a large creature, what seemed like a… well a… a “Dragon?” It was the last thing you spoke before you felt your body give into the exhaustion once more.

…

“Though it is the great hope of the court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survives his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As a hand, I speak with the King’s voice on this and all other matters.” All watched as Otto finished his speech and then sat on the Iron Throne much more comfortably than Rheanerya would like. “The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon.” Otto called upon him and he stepped into the middle of the hall.

“My Queen, my Lord Hand, the noble history of our noble houses extends to the times of Old Valyria.” Vaemond began. “For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Valeryon has ruled the seas. When the doom fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebears came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean an end to their bloodlines, and their name. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys's closest kin, his own blood. The true and impeccable blood runs through my veins.”

“As it does in my sons, the offspring Laenor Valeryon,” Rhaenerya spoke. It would be a cold day in the seven hells before she lets the heritage of her sons be questioned. “If you cared so much about your house's blood Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition.”

“You will have a chance to make your own petition Princess Rhaenerya,” Alicent spoke, a cold look in her eye as she looked at her. “Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing him to be heard.”

Vaemond turned with a mocking smirk. “What do you know of the Velaryon blood princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn’t recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours.” He turned away from the mother of bastards to address Otto once more. “My Queen, my hand, this is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of survival and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother’s successor. The Lord of Driftmark, Lord of the tides.”

“Thank you Ser Vaemond,” Otto said, nodding as he acknowledged the claim. “Princess Rheanerya, you may now speak for your son Lucerys Velaryon.”

Rhaenrya stepped forward, annoyed and aggravated with the whole situation. “If I am to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding the court that nearly twenty years ago in this very-” A door opened interrupting her. She turned and saw her father, standing with all the glory, once more coming to protect his heir.

“King Viserys of House Targaryen, the first of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.” Everyone in that room watched as he hobbled down the steps, then to the Throne. Dropping his crown, they watched as his ever loyal brother, Daemon, placed it back on his head.

“I must…admit…my confusion.” Viserys breathed heavily. “I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present who might offer a kenner insight into Lord Corlys’s wishes is the Princess Rhaenys.” Everyone looked towards her as Viserys spoke.

“Indeed your grace.” Rheanys spoke and she stepped forward. “It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor, his trueborn son,” She looked towards the dark haired boy. “Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed, nor did my support of him. As a matter of fact, the Princess Rheanerya has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys’s granddaughter; Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I…heartily agree.”

“Well the matter is settled…again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the driftwood throne and the next Lord of the Tides.” As Viserys spoke a scoff broke through Vaemonds lips.

“You break the law.” He spoke to Viserys. “And centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon.” Vaemond spoke, anger clear in his voice and face.

“No!” A faint yell was heard, but no one paid mind to it.

“No. I will not allow it.” They were words of defiance. He would not let his house fall into ruin because the King was short sighted.

“Allow it?” Viserys spoke, offended that he thought he had a say in the matter. “Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.” The warning was clear.

“That!” Vaemond yelled pointing towards Luke. “Is no true Velaryon and certainly no nephew of mine.”

“Go to your chambers.” Rheanerya spoke, ushering her sons away but they did not move. “You have said enough.” She redirects herself to Vaemond stepping in front of her children.

“Lucerys is my true-born grandson and you are no more than the second son of Driftmark.” Viserys spoke once more. This was treading too close to the line.

“Let go of me!” Another voice yelled, though it was muffled and once again, no one paid it any mind.

“You may run your house as you see fit.” The initiation was clear. “But you will not decide the future of mine! My house survived the doom and a thousand tribulations besides.” He turned back to Rhaenyra. “And gods be damned…” His eyes shifted to Luke. “I will not see it end on the account of this-” Vaemond held his tongue, but just barely.

“Say it.” Daemon whispered, tempting him.

A grim smile bloomed on Vaemonds face as he looked towards Rhaenyra. If no one else had the gaul to say it, he would. “Her children…are BASTARDS!” He yelled for everyone in the Seven Kingdoms to hear.

King Viserys leaned forward. “And she…” Vaemond turned to look towards Viserys with conviction in his eyes. “Is a whore.”

Viserys stood up taking out his knife ready to cut out Vaemond’s tongue himself. “I…will have your tongue for that!”

A sharp slice followed and the top of Vaemond’s head came flying off. “He can keep his tongue.” Daemon said.

“I said unhand me you twats!” Once more the voice sounded, this time, closer, as if behind the doors.

“Disarm him!” Otto yelled, ignoring the yells from behind the door.

“You smell horrid! All of you!” The voice yelled once again and this time everyone turned as the door opened and they watched a woman nearly fall back while she gave a small yelp of surprise.

The sounds of swords unsheathing sound. “Woah!” The woman yelled once more and lifted her hands high in the air. Her accent sounded clear. She was not from here. The court watched the event unfold. Guards surrounded her. “Those look a little too real to be fake so imma need y’all to stay a healthy distance away from me!” They heard her yell, such an informal way of speaking. A common born they all deduced, but why was a common born here in the throne room, why was she even in the Keep at all? However, what most caught the attention of everyone was her clothes. What was she wearing? It looked very inappropriate.

“Listen I don’t know what kinda freaky stuff y’all got goin’ on, but as you can see.” You gestured to yourself and your clothing. “Look at my clothes, and look at yours” Your hands moved sporadically around trying to explain yourself. “Ergo, I am not a part of this … .role playing? Whatever you guys got goin’ here.”

They watched as the woman tried to reason and the guard stepped closer, and she left a high pitched scream. All winced at the volume. “Stop! Please! I’m unarmed!” She yelled. “Look! My hands are up as you can see!” She gave them all a spin and for the first time, the people of the court saw the woman’s face but only for a second. “No weapons. Please put the swords away, I don’t care if they’re fake, they’re a little too real for me and it’s freaking me out!”

“Lay down your swords!” Commanded Viserys and all the men sheaved their swords

“Oh so you listen to the man and not the girl whos been pleading for you to stop? Okay.” You spoke with annoyance. You turned finally taking a look at the court. “Ooh….” You sucked in a breath as you saw the old man in a chair or what looked like to be swords. “Uhh, good make up artist.” You murmmed.

“Step forward girl.” Viserys commanded. You looked around, the men in armor had their sharp eyes trained on your, as if they were hounds waiting to be told to strick.

“Uhhh, I’m a little hesitant to uh move…” You gave an awkward smile.

“They will not harm you, I have told them to stand down.” Viserys spoke once more, a headache become more potent by every moment that passed.

“Okay….” You moved slow making sure to show your every movement and keeping your hands visible. “I’m moving, I’m just moving, no weapons.” You spoke as you slowly walked forward. You didn’t know where you were, but you didn’t want to find out if the props were real or not. It all looked so real, a nice place they had. Their dresses and attires, it was all very surreal. Very nice wigs as well, they almost looked real. A man who had half of his white hair pulled back and the rest down looked at you. You looked down to his sword noticing a red liquid, you stopped right in your tracks.

You pointed at him while your hands remained in the air. “Uhh what about him? I’m seein’ a little…a little red there.” You looked him up and down then back at the rough looking old man who sat the sword?? Throne thingy.

“Daemon.” You watch the white haired man step aside and you gasped and turned around.

“Oh my god!? What? Is! That!?” You yelled your back turned not wanting to look any closer at the…person?? Who was on the floor. “That uh! Thats ummm…. very good props? The anatomy is uh…very good. Wow! Uh yeah… sorry I don’t… I don’t wanna look at that, I have a weak stomach, I can’t even watch animals get killed, I start crying.” You began babling.

“Take him away.” Visery spoke and the silent sisters whisked him away. As you turned you looked around taking in the sights of people. So many white haired ones. Peculiar. You eyes caught one with dark hair and a semi bad haircut, but he was good looking nonetheless. Damn, you hope you didn’t look too rough. Looking to your right, you caught sight of two with white hair.

“Damn.” You whisper wiping the underneath your eyes hoping to take away any mascara that may be running. “Please let me look good right now.” You whispered.

“Is it safe?” You called out no longer hearing the sounds.

“It is.” The old man spoke and you faced him. “Who are you girl and what are you doing here. Commons are not allowed here.”

You made a face at the word commons but rolled your eyes and introduced yourself and gave where you were from. You were met with faces of confusion. You scoffed. “Listen uh, your highness? I don’t know. Can we uh, quit role playing or whatever this is. I- I don’t do that, its not for me. So listen can we be real here for a second? I gave you my country, and my continent. There is no way, you would not know that. Unless…” You looked around and breathed but quickly covered your nose giving a noise of displeasure. “Listen you’re a..what? King? So uh forgive my insolence your highness, but uh…there no way you wouldn’t know unless you all are…uneducated?” All in the court made a face towards you.

You sucked in a breath. Wrong move. Oh well, it is what it is. “Yeah sorry, uh disconnected because uh clearly…y’know your attire, your buildings….the smell, god it’s potent, uh everything it’s just y’know.”

Everyone stared at you in confusion. They had never heard of the place where you claimed to come from. Perhaps it was a place in Essos, of in the Shadowlands beyond Asshai.

“Are you from Essos then?” An old man to your, now left, asked. “What? What is Essos?”

“Are you sure you are not the one who is uneducated.” A voice sounded behind you. You turned swifted to glare at the man who spoke. It was the one with the sword.

“Uh excuse you, I’m not the one who doesn’t the seven continents. Comeone everyone learns those. You don’t know Asia or Africa, what about Europe?” You asked him as he looked at you with an unamused face. “North America? South America? Antarctica? Oceania? No! Exactly, you wanna know how I know? Because of that stu- I’m yelling. I probably shoudln’t be yelling in my position.” You caught yourself and turned around to face their king.

“But come on Essos?” You scoffed. “Listen I may not be the best at geography, but,” The words got stuck in your throat and you sighed out a breath of defeat. “You wanna give me a hint where it’s at?” You heard a scoff behind you and your eye twitched and you smile became forced.

“It’s in the name.” The man behind you —Daemon they called him— spoke once again and you scoff. “What East?” You smiled as the white haired woman to your right gave no signs of a smile. You smile fell from your face. “What? Seriously? What do you call the West?” You laughed. “Western Land? What about the South? Southlandia?” You give another laugh.

“You’re is Westeros.” The old man on your left said.

“What kind of- Okay,” You murmured. “And South?”

“Sothoryos.” He said once again. You face morphed into an approving expresson. “That one is actually not bad. Sounds really actually cool. Okay North?”

“We don’t have a North, it’s part of Westeros.” Once more he answer your question and you nodded turned to him and pointing. “So Westeros leads to the polar icecaps?”

He furrowed his brows. You made a sound of understanding. “Ah I see, you haven’t discovered them yet. So no South pole or North pole. Okay. These are your continents? Okay…so I’m gonna assume Essos is just Asia, this seems a lot like the UK, England? The accents match, or maybe Ireland? No…I think imma stick with England. Okay so I’m in England.”

“As my uncle said…you seem to be the one who is uneducated.” A male voice rings out, and the one with the eyepatch has an aggravating smirk.

“Excuse me? You try getting into a car crash, falling off a bridge because a damned suitcase, wake up in who knows where and figure out where you are. Might I add after not being told common continents.” You looked him up and down. A shame he was good looking, well as one can be with an eye patch. Him opening his mouth really just ruined him. “Tell me, if you, I don’t know, what do you guys have here? Carriages? Do you guys have bridges? Probably not as big as the one I fell from. Have you ever fallen say 200 hundred feet or… sorry uh…. 60 meters? Thats what you guys use right? Well say you fall from 60 meters, into water, drown, then wake up on a beach not knowing where you are or who anyone is. If you fell from that hight and landed on say…oh I don’t any island on Micronesia. Do you know what or even where Micronesia is?” You tilted your head. “No? Well…I think I’ve made my point.”

“You speak to a Prince girl” The King spoke and you turned to him then back towards the one eye man who seemed a bit shocked that his father would come to his rescue.

“Thats your son? My apologies. Is every white haired person here your child?” You asked but the King suddenly let our a groan. The woman in the green dress ran to him.

‘His wife? No? She’s too young. Are those her kids? No…she’s too young…right?’ The thoughts raced in your mind.

“Get the Maesters!” The woman yelled.

‘Maesters? Masters? Weird accents, definitely in the UK.’ You looked around standing there unsure of what to do.

“Get him milk of the poppy, and the get the leaches!” The Maester called.

“Milk of the poppy? Opioids!? Well I mean, I suppose it's common, but um, as long as he doesn’t get addicted to it.” As you spoke the white-haired woman looked back at you with an expression you couldn’t quite describe. “Did you know, there are only two drugs that can kill you if you just quit them? Opioids, which is what your ‘milk’ is, and alcohol funny enough. Once your body becomes dependent on it, or in other words, you get addicted, if it is ripped away from the addict. Your body will go into shock, thus killing the addict. Just a little fun fact to think about if you feed him that stuff every day.” As you spoke the room became silent as men in white clothing came and grabbed the King. From your left, you heard a scoff.

“You think you know more than the Maesters?” The old man asked once again.

“Well…if my ears do not mislead me and I heard you still do leaching, or bloodletting. Then I think I just might.” You smiled and shrugged at him. “If anything, you’re doing more harm than good. While leeches can be used in other ways that would be beneficial, this is not one of the ways. You’re idea of leaching and blood letting comes from the notion of bad blood or good blood right? Something along those lines.” As you spoke the Maester stopped and let go of the King and another took his place walking him down the Throne. Everyone was looking at you and the sounds of the King.

“Well, there's no such thing as bad blood or good blood. What there is in the body is something called bacteria. It's on a microscopic level, don’t think you’ve discovered it yet, that's okay. Misinformation is common these days. Well in any case, when you bleed the patient, I’m pretty sure you deprive them of white blood cells and then force the body to focus on the cut instead of the actual issue that the body is facing. White blood cells are kind of like the fighters, they fight off the bad bacteria.” You continued. “Well it might not be exactly because of that reason, but it's one of the many reasons why it doesn’t work.”

“Well if there are these ‘white blood cells’ as you call them why isn’t our blood white?” The Maester asked. He had a smug expression on his face.

“Well, there is white blood and red blood cells. Also as I said, it is on a microscopic level. It’s not visible to the naked eye. They’re very very very very small. Also, there is a chemical reaction that makes blood red.” You answered with a smug smile of your own.

“How much do you know of medicine?” The white-haired woman asked.

“More than him it would seem.” You gave a blank smile.

“Would you be able to cure him? My father, the King.” The woman, who was a princess asked once more with a pointed look.

“Uh I’d have to take a look at him. Can’t make any promises.” You spoke and she nodded walking away and you stood still unsure of what to do. You looked over to the boy with the bad hair cut and gave a smile. He gave you a small curt one in return before following the Princess. The the seconds dark haired boy left. You turned to look at the man with the eye-patch and what you assume are his siblings or cousins.

The shuffling of feet stop and you look towards the Princess who looks at you with an expectant look. “Oh! Oh! Right, sorry!” You turned back, they were royalty, it felt wrong to just leave, but you didn’t know what to do. “Um, bye.” You said in a small voice giving a small bow before turn and giving a small run to catch up to the Princess.

Next I Masterlist

Note: This is self-indulgence and I'm not gonna research anything trying to make it as real as I can. If an average person was just randomly there.

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[patemi-pk]

This post has the aim of collecting all those stories which have one or more of the following characteristics:

It is a modern story set in the past of our characters (mainly 1930s);

The characters embrace their classic looks (again, the 1930s one) and the artstyle should refer, at least partially, to that era;

It has connection to classic tales and/or there is interaction with their past selves, by time travel or other gimmick.

I think these bullet points are enough, but the kind of stories I'm choosing as the first slate, will explain the criteria better than words.

I TL 2243-1 Topolino e il fiume del tempo (Artibani-Faraci/Mastantuono)

I TLDLE39-1 Topolino e il cerchio del tempo (Artibani-Faraci/Mastantuono)

I TL 2979-1 Topolino e gli esploratori del domani (Artibani/Mastantuono)

I TL 3286-1 Topolino e l'avventura su misura (Artibani/Pastrovicchio)

I TL 3467-1 Pippo e i bracciali di Maciste (Artibani/Pastrovicchio)

I TL 3576-2 Paperino e la banda del lupo (Artibani/Pastrovicchio)

I TL 3543 Quante storie, Topolino (Artibani/Pastrovicchio)

I TL 3130-1P Tutto questo accadrà ieri (Casty-Bonfatti)

I TL 3280-6P Tutto questo accadde domani (Casty-Bonfatti)

I TLSS 1 Che avventure, Topolino! (Casty)

I TL 2861-1 Topolino e il surreale viaggio nel destino (Gagnor/Cavazzano)

I TL 1672-B Paperino e l'insolito remake (Cavazzano)

I TL 1866-B Topolino presenta "La strada" (Marconi/Cavazzano)

I TL 2764-1 Topolino e l'ultimo caso (Faraci/Cavazzano)

I TL 1323-B Topolino e la trottola del tempo (Martina/Asteriti)

I TL 1424-AP Topolino e il cavallo venuto da lontano (Sciutto/Asteriti)

I TP 2-1 Topolino e il circo aereo (Ferrari/Asteriti)

I TL 1948-A Topolino e la magica lettura (Asteriti)

I TL 1716-A Topolino e l'incredibile avventura (Pezzin/Ubezio)

I TL 2262-1 Mio fratello Topolino (Palmas/Sciarrone)

I TL 3591-1 Topolino e il ritorno degli acchiappafantasmi (Barbieri/Vian)

D 2008-373 Lost on memory lane (Carol & Pat McGreal/Fecchi)

D 2000-022 Steamboat Willies (Petrucha/Ferioli)

D 2000-023 Clown of the Jungle (Hedman/Manrique)

D 2000-025 Donald's Snow Fight (Halas/Calvet Esteban)

D 2000-034 Mickey's Trailer (Ferioli)

D 2003-327 The mystery of Freefer Hall (Markstein/Ferioli)

F JM 89216 Mickey agent secret (Cochet/Ferioli)

F JM 94224 Mickey à travers le temps (Corteggiani/Marin)

F JM 2848-1 L'affaire des fraises (Trondheim/Chivard)

KJZ 136 The perils of Mickey (Weiss/DeStefano)

H 2019-058 Peter Bigs Orkest (Geradts/Perez-Fernandez)

H 2019-063 Ruilhandel (Geradts/Perez-Fernandez)

H 2019-044 Clock Cleaners (Gentina/Perez-Fernandez)

F DBG 1 Une mystérieuse mélodie (Cosey)

F DBG 4 Café "Zombo" (Loisiel)

F DBG 8 Horrifikland (Trondheim/Nesme)

F DBG 11 Le secret de Tante Miranda (Cosey)

F DBG 13 Les Vacances de Donald (Brremaud/Bertolucci)

F DBG 15 Terror Island (Nesme)

XPW OMF 1 Lonesome Ghosts... in the Machine (Artibani/Rigano)

XPW OMF 2 Exoplanet Trailer (Artibani-Camerini/Bigarella)

XPW OMF 3 Mickey Mouse Takes a Space Trip (Artibani-Savini/Perissinotto)

XPW OMF 4 Firefighters of Tomorrow (Artibani-Panaro/Soffritti)

XPW OMF 5 Starship Builders (Artibani-Sisti/Sciarrone)

XPW OMF 6 Mickey's Martian Rover (Artibani/Pastrovicchio)

XPW OMF 7 Robot Cleaners (Artibani-Panaro/De Lorenzi)

XPW OMF 8 Thru the Betaverse (Artibani/D'Ippolito)

XPW EM 1-1 Clocktower Cleaners (David/Sciarrone)

XPW EM 1-2 The Game's Afoot (David/Sciarrone)

XPW EM 1-3 One Scary Night (David/Sciarrone)

XPW EM 1-4 The Rubbish Cup (David/Sciarrone)

XPW EM 1-5 Oswald the Lucky Duck (David/Sciarrone)

XPW EM 1-6 There's a Hole in the Sky (David/Sciarrone)

XPW EM GN 1 Epic Mickey: The Graphic Novel (David/Celoni-Mottura)

XPW EM GN 2 Epic Mickey 2: The Power of Two Graphic Novel (David/Petrossi)

XN HOJ 2010-001 Just Like Magic (Gerstein/Kausler)

I've certainly missed some more of them or other will come to my mind later on and for this reason I'm leaving this as a collaborative work. Feel free to reblog adding stories to this list.

[discar]

HZD Terraforming Base-001 Text Communications Network

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SilverVixen: I assure you, I am almost ready.

FlameHairSavior: Almost as in minutes, hours, or days?

SilverVixen: Days.

FlameHairSavior: Fine.

Icarus: MY part is ready. And if we had gone with my plan, we would be done by now.

ADMIN [Zo]: Please stop bringing that up.

Icarus: Just because you are too immature to accept necessary sacrifices does not change the truth.

ADMIN [Zo]: This isn't even about your actual plan any more, you're just being annoying.

HIMBO: YEAH, WHO'S IMMATURE NOW?

FlameHairSavior: Still you, Erend.

DIVINER: Aloy, what are you doing right now? I thought you had more things to do?

FlameHairSavior: I'm almost done exploring a Cauldron. I didn't want to start something else again if we're ready to go.

ADMIN [Zo]: Which Cauldron?

FlameHairSavior: Iota.

ADMIN [Zo]: I don't have that on my map.

[FlameHairSavior] has sent a [MAP LINK] to ADMIN [Zo]

ADMIN [Zo]: Thank you.

FlameHairSavior: It was tricky to get in. The main entrance didn't have anything I could override. Had to find a crevice entrance.

DIVINER: Why wouldn't it have an override??

HIMBO: YOU KNOW, NOW THAT I THINK OF IT, WHY DO ANY OF THEM HAVE OVERRIDES? GAIA NEVER INTENDED THESE THINGS TO BE USED BY HUMANS.

DIVINER: ...huh. You know, that's actually a good point!

HIMBO: WHAT DO YOU MEAN ACTUALLY?

Icarus: It's an insult.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Do you have anything productive to contribute at this point, or are you just going to continue sniping at everyone?

Icarus: Unlike some of you, I can multi-task.

SilverVixen: I notice that Alva isn't denying it being an insult.

DIVINER: I'm not what?

DIVINER: But anyway, I'm still curious about Erend's question! I wish GAIA was still here!

ADMIN [Zo]: Actually, I did speak to her about this a little.

MARSHAL Kotallo: I don't recall seeing anything like that in the chat.

ADMIN [Zo]: It was in person, not in the chat.

ADMIN [Zo]: Anyway, the Cauldrons are at least generally human-traversible and human-safe due to the fact that humans have wandered inside before. GAIA also anticipated the possibility of humans needing to come in to help with maintenance one day, or perhaps to shut down a malfunctioning Cauldron.

DIVINER: Which I guess is basically what's happening!

ADMIN [Zo]: Exactly. She also said something about the "barest minimum of oasha's safety protocols," whatever that meant.

SilverVixen: Do you mean OSHA?

ADMIN [Zo]: Possibly. This was an actual conversation, not a text, I don't know how to spell it.

SilverVixen: OSHA was the American safety regulation and administration board. They made sure factories were as safe as possible. Warning signs around dangerous machinery, clear lanes of passage, and plenty of safety railings. That sort of thing.

FlameHairSavior: Well, the Cauldrons got the clear lanes of passage right, but they forgot about everything else. This one is damaged from an earthquake or something, but none of the others have been much better.

SilverVixen: I have never actually read OSHA regulations, so I don't know which parts GAIA would be able to ignore or circumvent.

HIMBO: REALLY? I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT YOU'D LOVE READING A BUNCH OF DRY REGULATIONS. ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU DO ALL DAY?

SilverVixen: What do you think I do for fun?

HIMBO: YOU STARE AT REALLY OLD PAINTINGS AND RAMBLE ABOUT THEIR HISTORY WHILE DRINKING WINE.

SilverVixen: ...

SilverVixen: I scanned you when I first entered the Base.

HIMBO: OKAY?

SilverVixen: Judging by your current alcohol consumption, I can tell the exact day your liver is going to give out.

SilverVixen: But I'm not going to tell you.

HIMBO: THAT'S JUST PLAIN UNNECESSARY ALL AROUND.

FlameHairSavior: ANYWAY, Zo, did GAIA say why the Cauldrons have override points for humans?

ADMIN [Zo]: Hm? Oh, that's simple: She didn't. The overrides were intended as emergency access for her own machines, if a Cauldron was cut off from the network or otherwise failing to listen to commands. GAIA could directly control a machine designed for maintenance and have it open the way.

HIMBO: YEAH, THAT MAKES SENSE. I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW MANY TIMES I'VE SEEN A TINKER MAKE SOME GUN THAT SHOOTS LIGHTNING OR WHATEVER, BUT THEN IT OVERHEATS AFTER THE FIRST SHOT AND THEY CAN'T EVEN GET THE CASE OPEN TO FIX IT.

FlameHairSavior: Huh, Tallneck.

DIVINER: What does that have to do with anything??

FlameHairSavior: Sorry, still in the Cauldron. Looks like it was building a Tallneck and got interrupted by an earthquake. You don't see these being made a lot.

ADMIN [Zo]: Looking at the map, that explains why there isn't one in the area.

FlameHairSavior: Uh oh.

ADMIN [Zo]: What is it?

FlameHairSavior: Rollerback.

SilverVixen: I have not heard of that one.

MARSHAL Kotallo: It is a machine based on a pangolin.

SilverVixen: You know what pangolins are? I don't know if they were part of the basic terraforming package, but they shouldn't be native to this region.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Sylens directed me towards some nature documentaries.

HIMBO: REALLY?

Icarus: I'm rarely interested in them myself, but they can be quite fascinating.

DIVINER: Um, should we really be bothering Aloy while she's fighting a rolling death machine??

FlameHairSavior: It's fine, I killed it.

SilverVixen: Rolling death machine? Pangolins are tiny.

FlameHairSavior: Well, rollerbacks are huge.

FlameHairSavior: I just have to finish up this Cauldron. One or two more overrides should do it.

HIMBO: YOU KNOW, THAT THING ABOUT THE OVERRIDES EXPLAINS WHY ALOY DOESN'T GAIN FULL CONTROL OF THE CAULDRON AND CAN'T JUST HAVE IT SEND OUT AN ARMY UNDER HER COMMAND.

ADMIN [Zo]: Correct. It's a maintenance function, not enslaving the entire Cauldron.

HIMBO: TOO BAD.

Icarus: I will admit I was hoping for a personal Cauldron the first time I used an override on one. Many of my plans would have been much simpler.

MARSHAL Kotallo: I am curious, would you have ignored Regalla and the Tenakth entirely, or would you have given Regalla more weapons?

Icarus: It would have depended on several factors. I almost certainly would have needed human support somewhere along the way.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Of course. I should have known.

DIVINER: Aloy! Not that I'm trying to change the subject or anything, but are you out of the Cauldron yet?

FlameHairSavior: Uh, no. Things got weird. It's broken, remember?

ADMIN [Zo]: If you're texting while fighting again...

FlameHairSavior: No, no, the normal exit was blocked so I have to go under the Cauldron and follow a weird path. Bunch of moving parts and things.

FlameHairSavior: And now I'm above the chamber. Guess I have to fix it.

SilverVixen: Do you really believe you can fix a broken factory made by an ancient AI, which hasn't been able to solve the problem in however many years it has been since the earthquake?

HIMBO: NAH, SHE DOES THIS SORT OF THING ALL THE TIME.

MARSHAL Kotallo: In the Grove, she literally brought the lost Visions back to life.

Icarus: I watched her fight a state-of-the-art war machine and come out on top. Note that this was after she fought through about a dozen of those war machines that were already heavily damaged by wear and time.

DIVINER: She's a saint in at least two religions!

ADMIN [Zo]: Maybe three.

DIVINER: Oh? The Utaru are that grateful for what she did with the land-gods?

ADMIN [Zo]: There's been some discussion.

SilverVixen: What exactly do you expect her to do?

FlameHairSavior: Maybe they expect me to ride the Tallneck head along the conveyer belt, shooting hostile machines that try to stop me, let the head reattach, detach a construction arm, and then ride the completed Tallneck up the elevator and into open air?

SilverVixen: ...

SilverVixen: Please tell me you recorded all of that.

DIVINER: I'm already making a compilation video!

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[lenavaz]

Having grown up in Merrock, Lena loved Christmas time. The decorations, the lights, the happiness that permeated every corner -- the events, the market, the movies, the window displays of every shop that you passed. And living in the suburbs of Merrock, she found herself spending more and more early evenings taking a stroll, bundled up in her warm coat, hot chocolate in hand, just seeing what her neighbors were up to, what sort of new decorations had ended up in the front yards.

The particular night, she realized that she wasn't the only one with that idea, spying Benji walking just ahead of her, feeling a smile touch her lips as she put on a little bit of speed to catch up to her neighbor, calling out as she approached. "Hey, Benji!" she curled her fingers a little more around her thermos of hot chocolate, the heat from the mug warming her through the gloves that she had pulled on, hat tucked down over her ears, boots lightly sprinkled with the snow flakes she had kicked up on her walk. "Are you out to see the lights, too? I figured with the fresh snow, it would be the best time to see what's new in the neighborhood."

Who: Open Where: Lupine Lane When: A December evening, 2024

Benji had never been a big fan of winter. He didn't like being cold, he always got sick and SAD plagued him every year. He often wondered why he moved North instead of South on days like this. New Orleans was looking mighty nice, to be perfectly honest, with its humidity and his beloved India House hostel. But he was trying not to wander anymore, trying to be as close to a sensible adult person as he could be. And Marrock was where he’d chosen to stay, at least for the time being. He had a job. He had his own place. He had friends, or at least people who didn’t seem to hate him.  So he was going to put up with winter.

Still, at the moment, he wasn’t a fan.

It was his day off and what he really wanted to do was hole up by himself, huddle in his chair with a blanket and watch stupid horror movies. Maybe even go with a Christmas theme; The Killing Tree and Jack Frost and The Gingerdead Man. Smoke a joint. Eat some pop tarts.

But.

There was always a ‘but’, wasn’t there? But. He was not only trying to be a sensible adult person, he was also trying to keep the melancholy at bay, and he could already feel its icy fingers latching at him. Isolating himself was not the best course of action and he knew it.

And so, feeling leaden, he sighed and got bundled up, complete with stripey scarf and flappy hat, and went out the door to see the neighborhood Christmas lights (though he allowed himself the joint before leaving). His own place was a chaos of multi-colored, mismatched lights and shiny tinsel trees to reflect them…and a vintage Halloween blow mold of a ghost that he’d forgotten to put away and decided to call thBoots crunching in the snow and breath puffing out in misty plumes, he paused at each residence, studying the displays solemnly. This was Benji being festive.

[dxrkenedheights]

where: center hill block party 4th of july

with: june lane and margo lane @gloriouswhispers

★・・・・・・★

Sneaking up behind Margo, June dangled the beer bottle in front of her daughter's face before appearing at her side. "Don't tell your dad." she grinned, despite Colin never once being a strict parent. "The doctor said one or two won't hurt, plus it's the fourth so..." she shrugged, whispering with no real need to. "I just think, well, you seem to be doing good, right? You remembered your keys the other day, and also I forgot the name of that actress...with the...y'know with the hair? She's all...scary with the boobs. Almira? Anyways, you remembered her and I obviously never can. So, a few beers, huh?"

[bestwaymedia]

№374 001

Penny Lane 🎀🐞

[lifebinds]

@gettnup asked:

for benzo. hc +

001. what was benzo's relationship like with silco prior to his arrest?

honestly, i think he was someone who silco thought was just a meathead. thought little of him aside from extra muscle to get jobs done. i think he wasn't particularly close - close. but i think they did hang out quite a bit. enough that silco respected his talents, and still knew him to be reckless & stubborn in his youth.

002. did benzo have children of his own? if not, did he ever want anyway?

he did not ! i don't think settling down was ever something he wanted. at least he always liked being more of someone who helped out, the babysitter / godfather who could hop kids up on sugar and send them home. i think he had a lot of time to nurture the qualities in engineers and inventors he didn't have a lot of growing up, in hopes they'd be able to accomplish more than their parents or himself.

i think he grew content with how things where.

but he also always made it out to be a thing, about how it was 'junk' he didn't need. while keeping a watchful eye to see what the kids accomplished with said "junk". and learning what they liked to build, keep things he knew they'd need or have interest in, in specific spaces for them to "find". i think he's stoic, and adjusted a lot to be softer and less stoic / gruff around them so the kids were happier.

003. what about the pawn shop business enticed benzo to get into it?

benzo is someone who learned quickly what would sell and what wouldn't. after working in spaces, the mines, working maintenance in the vents, he learned to pick up on orders, on parts that needed to be fabricated, or made, cost of materials. etc. etc.

while benzo was able to make connections topside, a lot of people in the lanes have too much resentment, too much aggression towards them, and they're too quick to resort to things that would sever those connections. so benzo, as always was filtered into a middleman. it let him help those in zaun get cash quick. and allowed him to make a living as well.

because of how the lanes are, i shrimply don't think he ever thought about it being an honest shop. though he probably dreamed about it quietly.

004. what is his opinion about vander's dealings with the enforcers?

it brought peace. he trusts his friend. he's had his back for as long as he can remember. he's not entirely keen on it. but it let them deal with things on their own. their people, their rule. he only didn't agree with how easily unsettled things could get. and worried about it coming to something, like vander being pushed out of power.

i think he also thought it was a temporary fix, something for the kids to be able to grow up and use their big ideas to make the changes that he and his friends didn't have the power to do without causing conflict. much on his part. so i think, he was a little guilt ridden about those things.

005. what are some of his favorite food? has he ever gotten the chance to eat the food the topsiders eat or had it all been cuisine made in zaun?

he's a big fan of beef and peppers. any kind of skewers, with a spicy honey glaze. i like to think this is sold closer to the bridge, they just don't have these things further down in the lanes. but i think when he goes to sell in piltover there's a few vendors he deals with. both to pick up a good snack and to get information from them.

he's a rather charismatic individual, so i think sometimes he gets to haggle and bring a bit more back than he should.

he def enjoys a lot of food from zaun, i think there's more of like, a difference where the food topside doesn't taste as good to him.

[lynnbrcwning]

"I could not get away with that, unfortunately. Everyone that knows me a little, knows I cannot bake. For some reason I always manage to ruin everything." Cooking... That was something that Lynn was able to do so but baking was just a no go. Even when she followed a recipe down to the last dot, it still didn't come out right. So she had given that up and was happy enough when one of the many aunts or uncles from her kids wanted to bake with them, to let them go for it. "Out of morals and such, I decided to not join that bake-off. Because I can't have it on my conscience that it was my fault the jury had to go home due to food poisoning."

WHO: Josh & OPEN!

WHERE: Farmer's market, countryside

WHEN: a Wednesday in May

"You know... technically, you could buy something from one of these stands and pass it off as a homemade baked good at the bake-off," Josh suggested with a grin on his face, gesturing towards the cakes and cookies, the pies and fudge that were all laid out on the table. Everything looked delicious, and although he had come to the farmer's market to grab some vegetables to stock up his refrigerator, maybe grab a hoagie for dinner, or a freshly made pretzel from the stand... he had a feeling he would be heading home with some baked goods, too. "I probably don't recommend it, though. Morals and what not, you know?"

[askrobotnikempire]

Robotnik PSA 001

[A flash of red before the screen cuts to a large rotund man with a large red moustache and bald head, red flashy suit.]

Robotnik: "Citizens of Robotropolis, all surrounding areas, and the rest of the world! I have come to make an announcement! And that announcement? You are not safe. If I have done my job right, which I always do, everyone is nothing than a robot servant for me! But, something tells me that somewhere there are more people holding out."

[A short pointy nosed man walks up behind the egg-shaped man.]

Snively: "Uncle Robotnik, the new group of SWATbots has been fin-"

Robotnik: "SNIVELY! You sniveling oaf! I am on the air, and when robots can see, or even when they can't, you call me SIR!"

Snively: "Ye-Yes sir. But... you need to instill the new fear-of-you programming into the SWATbots, as you asked for..."

Robotnik: "Ah yes! Perfect! Did you remember to make the extra one?"

Snively: "Yes sir-"

Robotnik: "Omlettes!"

[A short robot shaped like an egg with a button on its head waddles over.]

Omlettes: "Yes boss?!"

[Robotnik slams down on the button with his fist, opening a capsule in the robot's chest and pulls out a staff with an 8-ball on end.]

Robotnik: "Thank you, Omlettes. It's always important that the robots know they are expendable!"

Snively: "Sir... you're still on the air."

Robotnik: "Oop- Um... You think I didn't know that! I want them ALL to know they are expendable! Now, if you have any questions for your wonderful and powerful leader, please send it to 1245 Garbage Dump Lane, Refuseville, Robotropolis! And remember, if you're not Robotic... you will deal with Robotnik! Mwahahah!!"

[The screen cuts to black and red words flash on the screen]

GET BACK TO WORK

[azurlaneincorrectquotes]

So, in browsing AO3 in the late night, I found an Azur Lane fanfiction. It was basically about "what if SCP-4217 existed in the AL verse?"

For those not in the know, SCP-4217 is basically asking "what if Bismarck was an eldritch horror?"

A very good and creepy fanfic, about 4217 doing her thing and mutilating/traumatizing shipgirls. As well as a reference to "When Day Breaks" an SCP-001 proposal that's definitely not for the faint of heart.

Also, some pieces of art that are pretty good