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[pherryt]

Chapter 9 -Beware of Bored Monsters (Xellos - Slayers)

Wordcount: 2104

Slayers was one of my first Animes and has always been one of my faves, but it took a bit for me to figure out how to work them in here. All I really knew was that, as @unforth and @li-izumi had basically said "When in doubt, Xellos" so I followed that.

If you've never seen Slayers, Lina is a redheaded sorceress with some moral ambiguity and quite a bit of notoriety. Gourry is a genius swordsman but otherwise the 'dumb blonde' trope (though it's possible he's playing that up). Xellos is a monster with motives of his own that he never reveals, but sometimes he helps Lina and sometimes he's against her. Either way, he loves mischief… so be prepared to see him trying to start some.

Teaser:

It’d been a while since Xellos had dropped in on Lina and the gang, and he was feeling a bit bored.

He decided not to reveal himself too early, however. He often hovered around them invisibly, waiting for the most opportune timing. The gag was essential to his entrances and went a long ways to staving off his boredom. It never failed to cheer him up then when Lina went into a full on eye twitching rage while he pretended to be completely oblivious.

Though no one could pull off obliviousness half so well as Gourry, who wasn’t quite as oblivious as he pretended to be. Gourry knew his strengths and weaknesses, and understood the value of being underestimated as well.

And who could blame him, anyway? In that company, it was probably safer to pretend to be dumber than he was.

Not that he was the sharpest claw when it came to his mind to begin with, but he’d turned his weakness into a strength, and Xellos could respect that.

He honed in on Lina’s energy, and the energy of the sword of light, and transported himself halfway across the continent, landing on a rooftop overlooking - of course - a restaurant. Their appetites certainly were insatiable. And legendary.

If Xellos ever suddenly became powerless - not likely - and he needed to find Lina, all he needed to do was follow the trail of their eating exploits.

[yourlocalabomination]

Saw this while in the middle to drawing Ted with a ponytail-

[imagionationstation]

“Eurghhh.”

“Owwwiie.”

“What-?”

“Okay, first thing’s first.” Leo states as he dusts off his plastron, scanning the area on unsteady legs. “Everybody’s intact?”

“Limbs, shell, brain, fingers, toes-” Mikey volunteers as he looks himself over. Raph immediately quips, “What brain?”

“You’re just jealous.”

“Of what? That hollow skull?”

“Good to know nobody’s hurt.” Their leader interrupts dryly. “Okay, next thing’s-”

Raph brushes away the last of the head fog, newly suspicious, “Where the shell are we?”

Leo frowns and Mikey chirps, “Yeah, can’t a turtle get some beauty sleep without waking up with a concussion on a hard floor?”

The concern and disguised anxiety is dismissed with the eldest’s hand flick. “Less important things later.”

Raph glares hard. Leo looks at the forming crowd around them. “Hostility in the area seems low.”

“Perfect time for some scary voice to ring out of a hidden speaker and announce a fight to the death.” Mikey offers brightly, cocking his head expectantly. Leo’s face twists, eyes darting about in a brief search for said-speakers. “Thank you, for that inspiring take.”

“No problem.”

“Oh no.” Raph scrambles to his feet, scooping up a blur of purple. His brothers recognize the familiar plush as he rapidly scans the area. “Donnie! DONNIE!”

Heads swerve in their direction. Leo clamps a hand over his mouth and drags him back from the crowd. “Stop, drawing attention to us.”

Raph tears out of his grip, whirling to face his brother. “No! Leo, he’s out there somewhere!” His eyes widen, pleading and panicked. “We have to find him!”

“Why?” Skeptic brows furrow, uncertain. “You think he has something to do with us spawning here?”

“Of course not!” Raph snarls as he squeezes the bear between tense fingers. “We should find him ‘cause he’s missing!”

“You don’t know he came here with us.” Leo attempts to soothe, but Raph wrenches his arm away. He brandishes the bear. “Yeah, I do!”

He looks to the crowd and then back to his brothers, eyes lit in determination. “And if you’re not going to help me, then I’ll just find him myself!”

“Don’t you-!”

Leo moves to grab him, but Raph’s faster.

Mikey appears at his side as their brother disappears into the crowd, declaring, “AFTER THAT TURTLE!”

Again, heads turn in their direction.

“Mikey, be quiet!”

His leader’s contradictory advice is happily ignored as Mikey grabs his arm and drags him in search of their two missing brothers.

@tmntseparatedaucompetition

[phoebepheebsphibs]

I tell you what, after the crossover finale my guys are gonna take the biggest, fattest nap ever

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

You are seriously my favorite blog right now. You opinions and meta for ikevamp are so spot on. You somehow are able to flush the characters more than the canon. I just wanted to say I appreciate all the time you put into your writings and I love everything you have written so far!!!!

In Comte and Leo we trust 🫡

Aww, thank you so much! 💛💛💛

Honestly I have no control over the brainworms, I feel like Ikevamp is so saturated with implications that extrapolating becomes so much natural fun for me. I started writing and analyzing (with no supervision to stop me, big mistake) and I'm still so fascinated with it. I can't believe it's been almost what...four years? Five years? Since I started playing the Japanese version where this all began. I'm frankly flattered a lot of people agree/like my takes, it makes sharing my work really rewarding in ways I never expected~

I don't always have time for more than Comte thirsting and silly quotes these days, but you're more than welcome to enjoy what I've curated here! I imagine I won't stop shitposting until the app is discontinued, and even then I'm not confident I'll shut up 🤣🤣🤣 Comte's the best baby girl I've ever known lmfao

o7 PUREBLOOD STAN OR BUST HELL YEAH!

[p2ii]

Istg one day I will write a full paper on Lloyd garmadon y'all don't understand how important he is just cause hes a lego. he is everything actually

anyway please vote lloyd on this random poll (no pressure)

[international-sunrise]

I LOST MY FEAR OF FALLING

CHAPTER 9/? : but i won't stop lying, and if you want, i'll keep on crying...

Fandom: 외모지상주의 | Lookism

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Hong Jae Yeol | Jay & Park Hyung Suk | Daniel, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Characters: Hong Jae Yeol | Jay, Park Hyung Suk | Daniel, Hong Jae Hye | Joy, Lee Jin Sung | Zack, Lee Eun Tae | Vasco

Additional Tags: Character Study, Relationship Study, Pre-Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Canon Compliant, Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, It Gets Worse, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, POV Hong Jae Yeol | Jay, Spoilers for Lookism

CHAPTER 9: BUT I WON'T STOP LYING, AND IF YOU WANT, I'LL KEEP ON CRYING...

Summary:

Hyungseok brings out a man he didn’t even know existed within him. One that laughs at stupid, cheesy jokes and likes the convenience store, hundred won ramyeon.

[uwu-twistedthorn-uwu]

Vote for Riddle/Azul in the semi finals of the Riddle shipping bracket so Azul can avenge Jade! @twstbracket

[faerociousbeast]

i hate fandom poll tournaments!! like actually

[yuumei-art]

Unreachable

Wandering mind, full of creation

Meandering lines, lost in elation 

Each stroke, I broke a little inside

Each fate, I hate. My will defied

I painted this in Feb 2022 about what it's like to be an artist with repetitive strain injury. In 2008, When I was 18, I made my first comic titled 1000 Words, it was about an artist helping a little girl with a broken family similar to my own. It received such positive feedback that I changed my Environmental Science major at UCBerkeley to Art major. Ever since then, my goal has been to tell stories with my art. Stories that are important to me. My next comic, Knite, was about a boy who wants to put the stars back into the polluted skies of China, my homeland. The comic after that, Fisheye Placebo, is a cyberpunk story about living in the age of technology, about fighting censorship and propaganda.

Unfortunately, I never got to finish Knite nor Fisheye Placebo. By the time I was 24, I was drawing day and night with no regards to my health. Not only did I get repetitive strain injury in my drawing hand, but my entire health suffered. My roommates had to rush me to the ER after fainting one night. I remember looking at my swollen right hand, my fingers like sausages, not even able to hold a pen, and just cry.

I've gone to the doctors and physical therapists. One told me I have Lupus (I do not), and another told me to put ice on it. More recently, I met a friend who happens to an amazing physical therapist and he was able to help me regain a lot of use of my hand. At my worst, I could only draw an hour a week, but now I am able to draw 2 hours a day. My hand is unlikely to fully heal, but I'm so grateful to regain what I have.

To my fellow artists who suffers the same, please know you're not alone. I can't promise that it'll get better, and it's cliche to say don't give up, but I want to keep hoping that no matter what the world throws at us, we will continue to make art.

[pherryt]

Chapter 4 - There's No Wrong Way (Zoro - Ocarina of Time)

Word count: 2716

Okay, first off - this might be my favorite art out of the bunch. I seriously went overboard on this and i might go back and make a REALLY nice version at some point. Now on to other thoughts!

The Lost Woods. Honestly, how could I even think to write a story about 2 lost boys who don't find the Lost Woods? One of the things I thought would be funny here, is if it was impossible for them to get lost in the Lost Woods. Like, whatever logic that makes that work is totally negated by their presence and they're not even trying.

Because, while in the playthough of the game, wrong turns can kick you OUT of the Lost Woods, it is heavily implied in the storyline that that isn't the usual course of events, and the non Kokiri who go in there never come out. 

So yeah, my thought was, what if they couldn't get lost in the Lost Woods? In fact, Saria gives them directions and Zoro goes the OPPOSITE WAY and they still wind up right where she told them to go. I even played with the idea of Mido deliberately sending them back in to get rid of them, but they keep coming back out scratching their heads, trying to figure out why they can't escape this Kokiri Village.

Teaser:

The two of them looked around. There were thick trees everywhere they looked – with trunks bigger around than Zoro could stretch his arms. Luffy, of course, could have done it, but that didn't count as a unit of measurement because Luffy broke all the rules.

The trees growth was so thick that the gaps between them looked almost carved out of them. In the tiny clearing they were in, there were four such gaps in a circle around them, each exactly the same distance apart, looking like nothing less than a freaking tunnel.

There were no signs, but the grass was clearly worn into pathways, each gap having its own, equally worn, path.

"I've been wondering," Ryoga said thoughtfully. "If you can be lost if you don't have a destination?"

Zoro thought about it. "We do have one though – home."

"Which is clearly not here," Ryoga said glumly.

Grunting, Zoro said, “Your point?”

“Well, we’ve got four choices ahead of us,” Ryoga said, gesturing at the tree tunnels. “And since we already know none of them can take us home, any choice we make doesn’t really matter. If they don't matter, then none of them can be wrong. So, if we know where we're not going, and don't care what's on the other side, does it count as being lost?"

“So, no wrong choices, huh?” Zoro mused. "Alright, let's go this way."

[very-straight-blog]

I feel physically sick from this scene. Aegon had just lost his child - his son and heir, the ray of light in his life. And all these people around him, some of whom are his family, don't sympathize with him and don't grieve for Jaehaerys, instead they coolly propose to make the boy's funeral an act of propaganda. And that expression on his face when he looks at everyone, as if asking for help and support, like: "Are you crazy? Do you understand what you're saying?" And he doesn't find any of it. I just see that he's on the verge of a panic attack.

Gif belongs to @barbieaemond

[inbabylontheywept]

Alright. So. I have a confession to share with you. In middle school, I strongly identified as a libertarian. In my defense, I was 13 and I had autism. Against my defense, I was literate, and capable of using common sense. I confessed this to you willingly, so go easy on me.

One thing about this that I can share with you is that I, as a 13 year old boy, read Atlas Shrugged. I read it as someone very committed to the ideology, who wanted to believe it, who wanted to like it, and there are two things I can share with you about that book from that time period.

The writing is terrible. It has the slowest, most boring, most pretentious prose you could possibly imagine. Calling it glacial would be a compliment. It makes glaciers look like Formula 1. There is no description for the pacing outside of hellish torments. It is like being condemned to watch a dog with an itchy ass wear the Himmalayas away only by scooching. It is like counting the grains of sand on a beach while Alexa reads off random phone numbers. It is like dipping saltines into lukewarm tapwater while listening to white noise in a beige room with no doors. It is like wearing a blindfold and being told to guess what a man is painting by sound alone, but there is no man, there is only a dog licking cold vaseline off a window. Forever. It is all of those things and more.

There is a multipage rant about how affairs are Good and Rational that is so insanely desparate that even middle-school-autist me thought she must have been having an affair while she wrote this. And then I googled it, and the answer was yes, she was. She called her philosophy Objectivism, because she believed, like everyone else in the world, that her ideas and motivations were Pure and Rational and Ojectively Correct, but I still find the name accurate, because it was really written with one Objective in mind, and that was finding a way to never admit that Ayn Rand had ever made a mistake in her life.

I was going to rant more about this but I kind of lost my train of thought. The book fucking sucks. It was propaganda of such remarkably low caliber that it actually helped me move out of those circles. Every time someone talked about liking the book, I'd reply with something along the lines of "Yeah, I especially loved the part where she destroyed the post modernists by unequivocally condemning affairs", and if they agreed with me, they would have lost my respect forever, and if they looked very embarrassed, I could at least acknowledge that they had a soul, albeit small and malformed. I had dozens of people claim that they read the book, and only three or four actually passed the test.

And now, goodnight.

[ettadunham]

oh, and happy late non-failed-revolutionary national holiday to my fellow hungarians

[nintendostar64]

LETS GO LUCA!!! THE PRANK LORD!!!!

also a comic dub by the official vas!

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