#mad world verse

[megamindsupremacy]

more riordanverse social media fics should make use of the fact that Lester is both There and Like That. I need a classic “all the demigods are arguing on Twitter while the greater public watches in confusion” only for The Literal God Apollo to drop in and join the argument. And then they all gang up on him. And it very quickly becomes clear that he is a loser and his best friend is a twelve year old. Will pops in like “family picture with our dad!” and it’s a group photo of the Apollo cabin and nobody can figure out which one Apollo is because he looks like every other teenager in that photo. Peak opportunity for content here and we need to take advantage

[variousqueerthings]

this doesn't even include any lyrics from "sexy train" which has bangers like:

[neverfittedin]

@cfthesoul asked: "You think you're the only one who can't stop thinking about this?" -elie

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

Prior to the question Nick had learned forward, hands resting on her knees while he was holding her gaze. "No, I was thinking I'm not. Would be awkward if you're about to tell me I read your signs wrong."

[randomnameless]

Typing about the best wildlife scholar made me realise something -

We know Dheginsea's extremist isolationist and non-interventionist policies were motivated by his wish to stop the propagation of wars, or at least, not to create a situation where the entire continent would be engulfed in War, else Ashera would wake up and erase the population.

Which is what he ultimately believes happened - that's why we fight against him in FE10, because the plot is stupid and cannot have Yune tell him "hi! We were woken by Galdr, Ashera mistakingly believes the inverse!" before his ultimate defeat.

But thinking more about it -

The Three Heroes (tfw Lehran's not part of the gang) made a pact with the Goddesses : they had to ensure 1k years of peace else they would stone Humanity. If they wake up in 1k years and the world is in chaos, they would stone it. If not, then kumbaya.

If they wake up before those 1k years due to war, the world is stone. If they are awoken by Galdr, they should, uh, talk to each other to decide what to do.

To Dheginsea, the only person who could sing the Galdr of Release, Lehran, lost the power to do so when he lost his abilities as a Laguz : ergo, without any possibility to wake the Goddesses up with Galdr, the only way to avoid Ashera's judgment was to avoid wars for 1000 years, even if it means... well, ignoring people suffering and letting them die at your doorstep.

So, Dheginsea, if he revealed the truth about Lehran, would have started a war against Beorcs (there's no way Laguz who know the truth will accept the status quo that if they live too closely with Beorcs they die), and without Galdr : Ashera wakes up "with war" and stones everyone.

If he intervened like Lehran wanted, and had Goldoa stomp Begnion/Beorcs who enslaves Laguz? Ashera wakes up "with war" and stones everyone, since she can't be waken up with Galdr anymore.

Hell, if Dheginsea terminated Ashnard and Daein as he planned too after losing Rajaion and Almedha (what FE10 tells us... but can we seriously believe this when in FE9 he dgaf about the situation?), again we have the same situation : Ashera wakes up due to war and stones everyone.

The only reason why the cast "won" and Tellius isn't stoned anymore is because unbestknown to Lehran, Dheginsea and well, everyone in Tellius, Lehran's branded descendants (who conveniently weren't all wiped out!) can actually sing the Galdr of Release and release Yune, who can circumvent the "Ashera wakes up with war and stone everyone".

-> When Lehran lost his powers and couldn't act as an alarm anymore, the only way to "wake the goddesses before 1k years happen" is with war and their judgment would be to kill everyone.

So Dheginsea had to grit his teeth and accept every fucked up thing that happened in Tellius because Lehran - due to this world's crappy mechanics - cannot "wake up the Goddesses" earlier and ask them to withold their judgment : if there is a war they will kill everyone - they must endure for 1k years, else Tellius is doomed.

Tl;Dr : TFW "make love not war" backfired in Lehran's case, and completely fucked up the covenant they had with the goddesses and if Miccy chocked on a pretzel, Lehran's love for Altina (aka him losing his powers) would have led to Tellius being wiped out even without his own participation.

[shieldborn]

OATH: (blood cw, death cw) For a long time Nora thinks it is rage and anger that fuels her. She is made strong by it, that she lived instead of others is an injustice that flows through her veins and settles into her grip on her sword. The oath she made to herself is more than revenge.

The battle over, she pulls herself up and stands among the fallen bodies of her friends. Her friends marred with blood. Soaked in so much death that she could not recognize a friend's easy smile in the cold faces that remained. She stands alone amongst her closest companions and she sees only bodies crumpled like dolls by a force stronger than they had ever seen. In death they were nothing more than the crest that decorated their armor. She does not recognize her friend in the cold body below her, her friend who was so full of life. Nora, gently, with softness that will not be felt, lifts a chain from around her friend's neck, pulling free a silver signet ring from its safe harbor under their torn armor. Nora can do no more for the bodies, but as she pushes herself to her feet, she takes her friends with her, setting the chain to rest against her chest, feeling the chill of metal fight against the warmth of her beating heart.

Her oath is not about revenge. Her friends are dead, there is nothing that will bring them back. Nora discards the armor that had kept her safe for so long. She had found community once by bearing the symbol of her battalion, how stupid of the farmer's daughter to not recognize the brand that marks beasts for slaughter. She would no longer allow herself to be marked. When she dies, she will not die faceless.

[cuteniaarts]

Post-recovery Summiya concept sketch :)

[thevalicemultiverse]

If I remember correctly, since Secundus was written before Madness Returns, that Alice doesn't have a sister.

How's she reacting to every other Alice having a sister?

Secundus Alice: It's -- bizarre, honestly. And a little sad, because...well, I could have had a sister. Mama told me once that I was a little miracle, because the last time she thought she was going to have a baby, she lost it far too soon. I'm guessing that pregnancy was supposed to be Lizzie. I don't know why Mama wasn't able to carry her to term in my universe, but... [sighs] It's odd to miss something you've never had. But then again, I also wouldn't have wanted any sister of mine to die the way poor Lizzie did, so... I don't know. It's a lot of complicated emotions to deal with.

[falsementor]

" You don't look like much to me. "

little scene from a thread with @scumbag-the-hedgehog... and also the proper debut of mac's mobian design djfkas

dont rb unless tagged in post!

[draklorn]

i need to think of a hc to write about so i can rotate devan around in my brain in a productive way

[titsthedamnseason]

we really got robbed of seeing charlie’s reaction to the outcome of the fizzle ceo competition ☹️

[direwombat]

wait hang on new au dropping

au where daddy la roux didn't take the coward's way out and went to prison instead. augustine still goes to college and ends up in montana as a ranger, syb still goes into the military and they essentially cut themselves off from their daddy (or at least syb does)

cue her surprise that, a decade later, she discovers three things

henri la roux is out of prison

henri la roux is in hope county, and

henri la roux is a fucking member of the project of eden's gate*, hand over his heart, a "changed man, billie!"

*grifting them because he immediately broke parole after learning his son currently lives in montana, and so long as he plays the part of the repetant sinner, the cult keeps him safe from the law

[sansloii]

Despite the air he exudes, Andris wouldn't describe himself as an irritable person. He's direct and doesn't like dancing around topics too much… but never to the point of sounding annoyed — not unless he's purposefully pushed to that point. Even then, the fae always tried to look the least bit composed so as to not draw comments that would needle at his patience further…

That evening had been a test of that patience and his willingness to smile, however thinly, in the face of it.

It largely stemmed from an after hours meeting he had with a client — a fairly problematic client, at that — who had routinely made light of the various safety measures put in place to protect other… “special patrons". Now, it was never outright and the disrespect was never so blatant as shouting “Fuck your rules!” straight to his face, but it didn't need to be. Where he advised that conflicts and unresolved issues with other patrons of the establishment be left at the door, they disregarded it. Where he stressed that these disagreements couldn't continue outside onto either business' parking lot or outside common areas, they ignored it. Where he reminded them that their continued cooperation is solely dependent on their willingness to follow simple rules that he set and avoid costing the casino money… they laughed — their leader most of all — because of how “well” they knew his bosses.

If nothing else, they made clear that in the event that he denies them entry, they would go over his head to be allowed in again…

…and oh how that made his blood boil.

It's just one of many assumptions that delusional patrons make just because they've been to a handful of dinners with the C Suite or rubbed shoulders with them in any capacity. To think that anyone that acted with such entitlement on top of their bad behavior would be granted a “pass” that frees them from guilt is beyond him; and the fact that they thought that he would walk back his statements at the mention of his superiors infuriates him further.

The fae is able to calmly usher them off the premises with the silent hand of the casino's security officers, but he can't help but stare after them as they file into dark cars. He only turns to head back into the building when the last pair of tail lights begin to turn onto the road leading away from Oleander Gardens. His staff steer clear of him ( which he is grateful for ) and he elects to call it an early night. He doesn't really check his watch as he begins wrapping up whatever tedious tasks he'd been saving for that evening. Anything not finished is slotted neatly for the next day in the form of a post-it left just beneath his monitor and a note scribbled quickly into the pad near his mouse. Andris then gathers up his things and just… leaves, with curt little “Good night”s and accompanying nods to the few employees that dot his path on his way out.

The next 20 minutes pass by in a smooth blur, the act of getting in his car, driving out of the casino's parking lot, and making the drive to Seth's restaurant melting together. His fingers tap against the wheel in quiet frustration and his grip on it is unusually tight — to the point where his fingers ached when they relaxed them. All he could think about over and over and over again was that smug-as-fuck grins that split an ugly, confident faces.

Simple rules, he had — easy to follow without thinking, easy to repeat to others, easy to remember when forgotten. Somehow, a select few always seemed to have trouble recalling them.

A heavy sigh leaves him as he parks and drags himself out of his car. It doesn't take very long though him to saunter what few steps it takes to reach the restaurant's door and and let himself in. Once upon a time, he would've waited to be sat or, at the very least, waiting at an empty table near the front of the business. However, in light of his mood ( and the time ), he strolls through without much of a care and walks straight into the kitchen.

The smile he gives the chef when he walks in is a bit tight-lipped but a smile nonetheless… but, as expected, it doesn't really faze the brunette. Hell, he even gets the ghost of a critical look; the other's expression isn't quite there yet but could easily give way to it if Seth felt a little less charitable that night.

“ i don’t wanna know the details. ” for andy <3

…is the first thing the man says to him and Andris can't help the laugh that leaves him. Of course he doesn't.

“You don't? You sure?” Andris steps over to him are slow, hands shoved into his pockets. “And here I thought we were friends, Seth, and that I could tell you all my woes. I'm hurt.”

He's not. To be perfectly honest, he'd rather keep the tale of the night to himself.

“I won't bore you with it all, if you're not in the mood to hear all that. But, unfortunately for you, I don't really feel like going home pissed beyond all belief and half starved from a rough day at work.” he says, stopping to lean next to him. “I'm here to give my dear, workaholic friend some company… so the least you could do is be nice to me.”

random ( chaotic ) dialouge starters | @starpoacher

[chaotic-theatrical-weaver]

On living life to the fullest:

“Chasing the Sun,” Sara Bareilles / “Heavydirtysoul,” twenty one pilots / Ecclesiastes 5:18 / “Man with ‘Only God Can Judge Me’ Tattoo Suddenly Realizes God Can Judge Him,” The Babylon Bee / Martin Luther’s morning prayer / “The World Was Wide Enough,” Hamilton / Hobby Lobby sign reading “Always remember to fall asleep with a dream and wake up with a purpose” / “The Mad Ones,” Krystina Alabado and Emma Hunton / “Your Life in Weeks,” Tim Urban

[neverfittedin]

@cfthesoul asked: "I can't stand the thought of you with anyone else." from juniper

Jealousy

Brow slightly furrowed. “You don't have to worry about that.” He reassured while trying to recall what might have brought this on. “Did you see me with Alicia?” Expression eased and made room for a slight amused one. ”She’s my sister, you know? Nothing you need to wreck your pretty head about.” Tugging her against him, arms closed around her frame. Granted, he doesn't meet up with his sister much at the moment, so it's a given Juniper might have mistaken her for some stranger.

[gloryundimmed]

A Fate Manufactured

While under the beloved gods of man, I selfishly made a plea to Vega, Antares, Sirius, and to great Lord Jupiter himself (as those who have watched for countless eons over our world, once dormant, as it roused from its slumber). I called upon such high beings as these to guide me, to provide a tell-tale sign, an omen to solve man's oldest question: the path on which I tread— is it for me? But then, I remembered the myriad of signs sent when my heart truly wavered. Perhaps the universe has taken care of me, alas, in its own quiet way. When I was younger and lost to despair, I needed those signs or gave in to fear. But now I smile, no longer needing a falling star to guide me 'til sunrise.

Gods, both archaic and newborn, be damned. My very blood marks the genesis of a fate manufactured, a destiny manifested through my two hands alone.

[deathfavor]

@kyukicho​ said: It's been an incredibly long day. Stressful to say the least as Kakucho has been hyper vigilant in keeping an eye out on Izana. That's why once they're in the safety of his home, Kakucho finds the nearest soft spot on the couch and immediately passes out. Please don't get upset.

   Izana watches as Kakucho makes a beeline for the closest comfortable space once they’re both safely inside and the door is locked behind them. ( It is something Izana has always done - locked by default much like the man himself. ) He doesn’t mind it of course. But he does mean to tell his servant that the bed is free and open rather than making do with the couch. Such is his intention when he strolls over after setting his coat aside and the keys and phone. He knows Kakucho has had a time. Kakucho always burns up more of his energy the days when Izana meets with other gangs who intend to submit to their growing empire, or the Yakuzha who one must always be wary of. Izana has yet to lose a single drop of blood to any of them, but he can tell how much Kakucho is at the ready.

   “ Kaku-  “  Izana starts, but falls quiet when he sees that his servant is already fast asleep. Impressive considering it hasn’t even been five minutes yet.

   The King lingers for a moment, taking the time to simply enjoy seeing Kakucho’s relaxed breathing. He should do something. His head turns to glance around the apartment before he disappears back into the bedroom and grabs one of the warm blankets. If Kakucho had asked while awake, Izana probably would have given a comment on how he should have done that first. But for now only Izana is awake and his actions are only known to him. ( Despite the fact it will be obvious when Kakucho awakes. ) He returns to Kakucho’s side and gently drapes it over his sleeping figure and then steps back to reassess the scene. It looks better. Kakucho looks more comfortable like this.  Sleep well.

   He doesn’t say anything but allows a tiny smile to himself, the tension in his shoulders dissipating a small amount at just observing him. This is a peace that he doesn’t find anywhere else. A type Izana can only find in the private moments shared with Kakucho away from the world and gangs. It reminds him of when they were younger, when they were eighteen, when they were seven, memories and memories that he kept carefully tucked under the bones of his ribcage.

   He turns and begins to feed the fish in his fish tank.