#olympia amusements

[robthepensioner]

Game machine outside Olympia Amusements, Cleveleys. The chap in the background is not standing behind the machine, but is a reflection.

[cerealbishh]

"We're in the exact same place we were before..."

"We are in such a different place. We're communicating, we're- we're listening to each other... We're gonna figure it out, together."

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Vienna, Austria 2024 © Christian Baumgarten

[petrichorvoices]

i just. Olympia. the details, the references, the context around it!!!! holy shit Olympia!!!!

[fstbmp-a]

"People call me a hero, but that doesn't mean I have to be a good person all th' time!"

[moodymisty]

Sleepy primarchs are best primarchs. If you are willing to mabey a sleepy angron fic,or a sleepy perturabo?

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author’s note: Sleepy Perturabo. Post tweet.

Relationships: Perturabo/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Perturabo isn’t as cunty as usual so, none really

Olympia is battered with rain today, you can hear as you wake up. It streaks down the glass of the windows, and you can hear the thunder crack outside.

It sounds wonderful.

Perturabo is still asleep, you notice when you roll into him. He’s sleeping on his stomach, massive arm bent to wrap around his head. Though he doesn’t remain asleep for long, as your movement near instantly rouses him.

The short chop of hair on the top of his head not affected by his cybernetic enhancements is disheveled and messy, as he looks at you with a sleepy expression.

He then looks over you to the window, and sees the pouring storm battering against it.

“We won’t be able to get anything done in this storm without double the effort,” He says, referencing a current project. His brow furrows and wrinkles become more prominent, as he wipes a hand over his still sleep-stricken face.

“I imagine anyone but your men would get washed away. Though it is funny imagining one of your Iron Warriors float away in 200 kilograms of ceramite.”

Perturabo looks at you with an expression that could be described as far from amused, before he sighs.

��Come here.”

You wiggle closer as he moves to lay on his side, and he throws and arm over you. Your knees touch his ribs as you curl them upward; He can see you smiling at him. He pulls your closer, wrapping his massive arm around you.

“I am not dignifying your attempt at humor with a response.”

That’s more of a response in and of itself, and you take pride in it pressed against his chest. You shift upward slightly so his chin rests on your head, and he silently allows it. It seems he has no plans to get up, and has decided to take the day to himself.

“Your commanders are going to wonder where you are,” You whisper, though you don’t mind he’s decided to stay.

“Then they can come find me, and I will send them away.”

You’d be amused to see that happen, as you shift against him. He tightens his arm around you, and you feel his fingers grip your night clothes. Content in the bubble of body heat he creates as the cold rain batters outside you close your eyes, and you feel Perturabo’s chin shift against your head as he falls back asleep.

[nevesmose]

The crowd found this amusing. Perturabo scowled at them. He had not intended to be funny.

Perturabo: The Hammer of Olympia by Guy Haley.

[satoshi-mochida]

Otomate Party 2024 announcements roundup - Mononoke Chigiri, Olympia Soiree Catharsis, 9 R.I.P. sequel, BUNNIES HIGH SCHOOL, more - Gematsu

Idea Factory‘s Otomate brand announced (2, 3) various new titles and updates during its Otomate Party 2024 event this weekend.

Get the full roundup of announcements below.

Otomate Titles

Mononoke Chigiri (Switch)

Genre: Otome Visual Novel

Tagline: After regaining your sealed power, take on your ancestor’s long-time rival, the Great Yokai…

Keywords: Yokai, Onmyoji, Modern Japanese-Style Fantasy

Staff: Nanami Takizawa (director), Mero (character designer), and Yumi Aihara (scenario writer)

Title Outline: After one thousand years, the great yokai “Bakaneko,” who was sealed away by the protagonist’s ancestor Abe no Seimei, begins the process of resurfacing in the world once again. The protagonist, an onmyoji, confronts the Great Yokai alongside the yokai that appear before her…

Olympia Soiree Catharsis (Switch)

Genre: Otome Visual Novel

Keywords: Colorful Fantasy, Japanese Mythology

Staff: Wataru Watanabe (director), Satoi (illustrator), Yuma Katagiri (scenario writer)

Voice Cast: Yoshitsugu Matsuoka, Tomokazu Sugita, Nobunaga Shimazaki, Yuuto Uemura, Yuma Uchida, Shun Horie, etc.

Title Outline: From the age of the gods to the age of humanity… a new colorful fantasy and Olympia Soiree sequel is about to unfold. What was the “thing” brought by the waves…

OVER REQUIEMZ (Switch)

Genre: Otome Visual Novel Where You Must Choose Between the Truth and Darkness

Tagline: No matter the pain that awaits, I will not regret this decision.

Keywords: Kingdom of Oz, Murderer, Dark Fantasy

Staff: Kogado Studio (production), Tayu Kazari (character design)

Voice Cast: Youhei Azakami, Makoto Furukawa, Kaito Ishikawa, Ryouta Suzuki, Shun Horie, etc.

Title Outline: The Kingdom of “Oz” is another world ruled by a king and four witches. After wandering into this world, you are unjustly sentenced to death. Your only chance to escape is through a dangerous “ruins” inhabited by monsters. Accompanying you on this journey are young men—murderers—also sentenced to death. The story splits into two routes: “The Truth Route,” where you confront the past, and the “Darkness Route,” where you lose your way. Your journey with the murderers towards the end is about to begin.

Official Website: otomate.jp

Release Date: 2025

BYAKKO: Shijin Butai En Renki (Switch)

Genre: Otome Visual Novel

Tagline: This is a story that opposes sadness.

Keywords: Historical Fantasy, Age-Gap Romance, Tragic Drama

Staff: Noel Sakurai (director), 2tk (character designer), Machi Shimano (main scenario writer), etc.

Title Outline: A story set in the Bakumatsu period’s “Aizu Domain.” The fourth year of the Keio era. In preparation for a fierce battle against new government forces, the Aizu domain reorganized its military into a French-style system, forming “Age-Based Troops” with an emphasis on combat efficiency. The ultimate combination of “historical fantasy” and “age-gap romance” story is about to begin.

Release Date: 2025

Official Website: otomate.jp

9 R.I.P. sequel (Switch)

Genre: A Peculiar and Amusing Otome Visual Novel

Tagline: The more peculiar their appearance, the more lovable and maddening…

Keywords: Peculiar Omnibus Romance, Various Romances, Nine Main Characters

Staff: Afumi (director and scenario composition), Yuuya (original images)

Voice Cast: Toshiki Masuda, Shunichi Toki, Ryouta Suzuki, Tetsuya Kakihara, Nobuhiko Okamoto, Shinnosuke Tachibana, KENN, Youhei Azakami, Kouhei Amasaki, etc.

Title Outline: A full sequel to the June 29, 2023-released 9 R.I.P. An omnibus romance story that intertwines various strange worlds and peculiar people. What will become of the romance with the one you long for…?

BUNNIES HIGH SCHOOL (Switch)

Genre: School Violence Otome Visual Novel

Keywords: Delinquent High School, Ultimate Protagonist, Violence Romance

Staff: Mana Itou (director), Roku Rokugatsu (character design)

Title Outline: A brand-new title made in collaboration between Otomate and Mana Itou. Tokyo’s most notorious delinquent school: Usagi Private High School. Also known by the name “Bunnies.” The ultimate protagonist arrives at this elite delinquent high school, which is also known as a quasi-gangster training school.

Matsurika no Kei -kEi- Tenmei Kashokuden (Switch)

Genre: Otome Visual Novel

Tagline: This is a melody of love spoken between a pair.

Keywords: Chinese Fantasy x Exquisitely Charming Romance, Happy Fan Disc

Staff: Fumiyoshi Tatematsu (director), Ryou Hasumoto (original images), Ririka Yoshimura (scenario writer), Gesshoku Kaigi (Evil Line Records) (opening theme, ending theme, and background music).

Voice Cast: Nobuhiko Okamoto, Seiichiro Yamashita, Shun Horie, Shinnosuke Tachibana, Wataru Hatano, Takuma Nagatsuka, etc.

Title Outline: A fan disc to Matsurika no Kei -kEi- Tenmeiin Iden. Gather more “good fortune” in the midst of “misfortune.” The days they spent together, both past and future, are connected by a light of happiness. A title by the Jakou no Lyla and Cupid Parasite series staff.

Fuyuzono Sacrifice (Switch)

Genre: Otome Visual Novel

Tagline: A wish for a bride in a frozen world.

Keywords: Tsunekiyo Fujisawa (producer), Neko Tsumugi (director), Mawica Midou (character illustration)

Voice Cast: Yuuichirou Umehara, Liura (Ireisu), Ryouta Suzuki, Junta Terashima, Shinnosuke Tachibana, etc.

Title Outline: The world of Teidol is suddenly thrown into winter… Leticia, a girl blessed by the Goddess of Spring, spent each day continuing to pray to God for salvation for the people tirelessly awaiting the spring. And then one day, the Goddess of Spring finally descended and announced a solution—Leticia was to be offered as a “Bride of God” to the God of Winter. This meant the end of Leticia’s life as a human being. Will she be met by a dazzling, vibrant spring, or an eternal frozen winter? Her destiny is about to unfold…

Release Date: 2025

Official Website: otomate.jp

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Hypnosis Mic -Alternative Rap Battle- 1st period (Switch)

Genre: Rhythm Game / Visual Novel

Tagline: This time we settle things on Nintendo Switch!

Keywords: Rhythm Game, Hypnosis Mic, Rap

Staff: King Records / EVIL LINE RECORDS (original work), Kazui (character design drafts), Otomate

Voice Cast: Subaru Kimura, Haruki Ishiya, Kouhei Amasaki, Shintarou Asanuma, Wataru Komada, Shinichiro Kamio, Yuusuke Shirai, Soma Saito, Yukihiro Nozuyama, Show Hayami, Ryuichi Kijima, Kento Itou, Ryota Iwasaki, Kengo Kawanishi, Takaya Kuroda, Shota Hayama, Yuki Sakakihara, Eiji Takeuchi, etc.

Title Outline: The smartphone game Hypnosis Mic -Alternative Rap Battle- makes its Nintendo Switch debut. This first entry, Hypnosis Mic -Alternative Rap Battle- 1st period, will launch this fall. Additional story written by Hypnosis Mic series creator Yuichiro Momose will also be added.

Release Date: Fall 2024

Official Website hypnosismicarb.com

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Soukoku no Kusabi: Hiiro no Kakera – Tamayori-Hime Kitan for Nintendo Switch (Switch)

Genre: Otome Visual Novel

Tagline: A mirror reflects two worlds, and the wedge of fate that holds two people together.

Keywords: Japanese-Style Fantasy, Blighted Love, Japanese Mythology

Staff: Tsunekiyo Fujisawa (producer)

Voice Cast: Tomokazu Sugita, Kousuke Okano, Daisuke Namikawa, Daisuke Hirakawa, Hiroki Shimowada, Kazunori Nomiya, Wataru Hatano, Tsubasa Yonaga, etc.

Title Outline: A sequel to Hiiro no Kakera: Tamayori-Hime Kitan. During the summer one year after the Onikirimaru incident, Tamayori Princess Kasuga Tamaki and her guardians must once again throw themselves into battle to prevent a new disaster—“the end of the world”—that has occurred in Kifu Village. What is justice? And what must truly be protected? What decision will Tamaki and those precious to her come to…?

Release Date: 2025

Suran digit for Nintendo Switch (Switch)

Genre: Otome Visual Novel

Tagline: When the ten numbers gather, the seal will be revealed and be a guide to the battlefield…

Keywords: School, Numer-Themed Characters, Sword Battles

Staff: Mero (character designer, original images)

Voice Cast: Koutaro Nishiyama, Kōji Yusa, Tatsuhisa Suzuki, Tomoaki Maeno, Kazuyuki Okitsu, Masakazu Morita, etc.

Title Outline: The private Soyogi Academy. The sons and daughters of the nine noble households—referred to as the “Suuke (Number Families)”—attend this school. Within the school, these students are treated as superiors by their peers. They have a secret—in this school, there is a war that only they’re able to fight in. It is called the “Suuransen (Number War).” Since the olden days, this periodically-fought war has been determining the rankings of the Suuke, as well as selecting a “Soyogi” who leads and controls the Suuke. This war was thought to never take place again after one number broke away. However, since the sudden re-emergence of “the number that should not exist,” the conditions for the Suuransen to be held have now been met… “When the time comes in which the ten numbers assemble, The carved seal shall guide you to the field of battle.” Her name is Reisaki Hiroka. She is the one who signals the beginning and the end. (via VNDB)

Release Date: 2025

[sgiandubh]

Lo puedes negar hasta el cansancio pero cada vez te me pareces más y más a Puffy-Liar! su mismo modus operandi, hablas en círculos, te crees dueña ds la verdad absoluta, escribes largos "rants" donde hablas mucho pero no dices nada. Es cuestión de tiempo para que traigas de vuelta tus "privy info", "close to SC sources" a tu amiga Stella y el "vault" con las fotos de SC y el bebé rubio. Supongo que en WordPress ya no eras tan popular y extrañabas tener los shippers rogandote para que compartas la información de tu amigo "long throat" ya sabes, Puffy siendo Puffy. 😅🤣🤣

Oh, but hello you Master Troll Anon,

For the delight of this fandom, may I translate your venomous rant, that was supposed to what...? scare me? ... make me run for the helicopter on the roof, Ceaușescu-style?

You can deny it until you get tired, but every time you look more and more like Puffy-Liar! The same modus operandi as her, you talk in circles, you think you are the master of absolute truth, you write long rants where you talk a lot and say nothing. It's just a matter of time until you bring back your privy info, close to SC sources, your friend Stella and the vault with the pictures of SC and the blonde baby. I suppose you were not as popular on WordPress and you missed the shippers begging you to share the information from your 'long throat' friend. You know, Puffy being Puffy.'

Since your reading comprehension is so perfect, I will answer you in English.

I hope my letter finds you well, btw.

First of all, it's Deep Throat, not Long Throat. But you know... barista/barrister... Deep Throat existed, during the Watergate Affair. His name was Mark Felt and he was the Deputy Director of the FBI, supplying Bob Bernstein and co with all the needed info. Puffy's is a figment of her imagination, as you all know it.

I have doxxed myself not once, but twice . And I did it on purpose, because I knew you would do exactly this, in order to feel alive, perhaps:

First, my mugshot:

Posted on July 30th, while recounting my visit to Olympia: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/724219876757176320/a-stupid-shippers-guide-to-the-peloponnese-part

Yes, darling, this is me: a Romanian, 45 year-old, Roman-Catholic diplomat. Not a 60+ Jewish widow from Massachusetts :

Then, because you were harassing @bjj3007-ichoosetobelieve, I posted this flat denial on August 18th: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/725983370933354496/jeez-louise

In Romanian. Had I done it in French, my second mother tongue, you would have screeched it was inconclusive. Silly twats.

As far as I know, Puffy has some rudiments of French, but that's about it. Sorry, doll. Wrong number.

I don't care about your slanderous, uneducated and vulgar opinion. I despise your harassment attempts on people who were only liking what they were reading and were very warm to me.

You are not the first one to try and scare me. You have yet to prove I am a liar, with hard evidence, not with impressionist camelos.

There is at least one woman in this fandom who knows my name, my full mail address and all the specific details. Because she recently used them and got confirmation that I am who I said I am, I have the job I said I have and I live where I said I lived.

Her delicate gesture moved me. Yours brought a sort of disgusted amusement, if at all possible.

I know who you are. If I were you, I'd think twice before going on with the shitshow. I am not implying anything and I will not lose my time with you in court (my best IRL friend, the Madrid abogada, will gladly do it pro bono, btw). But you have nothing and you will continue to have nothing.

Because there is nothing you can have about me. I said it all, almost.

What this outburst is telling me, is one darn inconvenient thing for you, people. So, I'll say it in Spanish, cariño:

¿Vds tienen mucho, mucho miedo, verdad?

I promised to be your worst intellectual nightmare. I meant it.

So far, I think I am not faring that bad, eh?

[problemduetest4life]

for the ask game, snippet from Olympia please? Btw I LOVE your writing

thank you so much :`) and of course!

(IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE)

The plot of Olympia covers the day of the interview and the next morning. I've only written a couple thousands words for it so far, but here's part of the aftermath...

~

“Kevin, stop,” Jean said, backing out of his space. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but I don’t find it amusing.”

“It’s not supposed to be,” Kevin said, stepping closer yet again. Jean was already up against the bed, so he put out his arm to stop him. Kevin looked down at Jean’s hand on his chest. His heart was beating fast, Jean could feel it beneath the flat of his palm. Slowly, Kevin placed his own hand over Jeans.

“Quit it.” Jean ripped his hand back like he had been burned. It wasn’t fair. Kevin couldn’t flit in and out of his life and expect the same space to be waiting for him each time.

“If you want me to go, I’ll go,” Kevin said.

Jean had never wanted Kevin to leave, how could he tell him to go now? Anger lurched up his throat and Jean lunged forward, pushing Kevin back.

“Don’t— Don’t you fucking dare,” Jean barreled into Kevin’s space. Kevin took each hit, keeping his gaze downturned as Jean shoved him again and again. “I’m supposed to have a life without you and you keep showing up! Why? Why are you here?” Jean said, desperation slipping into his tone.

“Tell me to go,” Kevin repeated. Jean shook his head and moved to turn away, reaching to wipe the moisture from his eyes, but Kevin caught his elbow. His hands engulfed Jean’s jaw, pulling his face to his. The kiss was harsh. Needy.

That was the thing about Kevin. He always tried to appear crueler than his nature. Yes, he was an Exy obsessed asshole. Crucifying with his words and unyielding on the court, Kevin thrived. And yet when Riko brought out his knives, Kevin turned into the skittish pet that he was. Back in the Nest, back when Kevin was still a god, Jean had latched onto that with all his might.

There it is, Jean would tell himself, a glimmer of the truth. He fooled himself into thinking it was proof Kevin cared. Would someone, could someone, look so distraught if not out of affection? Favor? Love?

Now Jean knew it had just been fear. And the morning after, pity.

~

The title comes from the painting by Édouard Manet. I thought the woman in the painting looked normal until a professor pointed out how uneven her face is. He described it as looking half-dead. Now I can't see it any different. I thought it would be a good title since Kevin and Jean's relationship has decayed so much.

[theoihalioistuff]

Hey! Regarding your last post about Zeus facets, do you have any idea about how he was perceived in cults?

I think this is such an interesting topic! There's no easy answer considering how ubiquitous and widespread his cult was, but for a quick overview I really recommend Jennifer Larson's Ancient Greek Cults. It's far from a complete coverage (for that there's Farnell's psycopathic 5 volume effort The Cults of the Greek States, and even he falls short), but it's an amazing collection of the most significant, fundamental and peculiar cultic aspects of every major god. So for my answer I'm shall offer a shamelessly plagiarised deficient summary of her work.

The most familiar cults of Zeus are the large panhellenic sanctuaries of Nemea and Olympia, where the god was famously honored with athletic contest. This last cult, a meeting place for local chieftans at least since the 10th C. BC, had victors offer massive hecatombs at the center of the sanctuary: a walled precinct called the Altis (Sacred Grove) where a primitive altar stood, a great conical pile of molded sacrificial ashes. The sanctuary also boasted of having one of the Seven Wonders of the world, Zeus' colossal chryselephantine statue. Appart from the awe and majesty, "viewers received the impression of a calm and peaceful deity. According to Dio Chrysostom (Or. 12.51), “whoever is deeply burdened with pain in his soul, having borne much misfortune and grief in his life and never being able to attain sweet sleep, even this man, I believe, standing before this image, would forget all the terrible and harsh things which one must suffer in human life.”"

Earlier cults focus more on Zeus's aspects as a rustic rain deity. As "the" sky god he frequently dwells on the summit of the tallest mountains (Mt. Lykaon in Arkadia, the Oros of Aigina, Ida in Troy, Hymmetos in Attica, etc. until ultimately Olympos) where he was worshipped under titles such as Ombrios (of showers), Aphesios (releaser, in reference to the myth of Aiakos and the drought), Hyetios (of rain) and Ikmaios (of moisture). Rain-magics were common (such as sprinkling water from oak boughs), and he was curiously worshipped on Keos and Mt. Pelion in conjunction with Sirios (the scorching Dog-Star). Fleeces seem to have formed a common part of many of these rituals.

Second only to Artemis, Zeus also had some of the most sinister cults, where mythically humans became the sacrificial victims. In Thessaly, Athamas almost sacrificed his son to Zeus Laphystios (the Devourer), and further strange practices survived to Herodotos' days (Histories 7. 197). Similarly in honour of Zeus Lykaios (wolfish) a secret nocturnal sacrifice was held during which participants ate portions of a “mystery meat” from a tripod kettle, reputed to contain not only entrails of animals, but also a human victim. Several traditions speak of the later lycanthropy of the participats. Zeus always makes a show of refusing human sacrifice in myths, punishing Lykaon and having Herakles berate Athamas, but still rituals that outlived even the roman era paint a darker picture of the god (though there's no archaeological evidence of human sacrifice).

Zeus also dwellt in the cities. An amusing rite was held in Athens in honour of Zeus Polias (of the city), where after the ox had been sacrificed the priest who had committed the deed quickly run off, and the axe that was used was tried for murder. He could also be found as Zeus Boulaios (of the Council), Agorarios (of the Agora), Soter (Saviour) and Eleutherios (liberator), and Zeus Tropaios (of the Rout) was worshipped as the defender of cities in the form of an empty armor placed on a pole. He also resided in the home, where he could be found in shrines dedicated to Zeus Patroös (ancestor), Herkeios (of the Courtyard) or Ktesios (of possessions), this last one embodied in a wool-wreathed jar filled him "ambrosia", that acted as a charm to increase the household goods. In the sanctuary of Zeus Messapeus, near Sparta, other finds were eclipsed by the staggering number of crude clay figures with massive, erect phalloi; presumably votive offerings related to male fertility and fatherhood. He was also syncretised with Zeus Meilichios, a serpentine god of a chthonic nature that deserves a post of their own. His moral attributes where reflected when he was surnamed Hikesios (of Suppliants), Katharsios (of Purification), Xenios (of Strangers/Foreigners) and Exakester (of Making Amends), and as Zeus Horkios (of Oaths) he served as the ultimate witness.

Finally, he had fascinating rites in Crete, where he was said to be born and die every year, and his tomb was shown to visitors (I won't go into details because I'd be here till the cows come home), and he was as an Oracular deity in Dodona, his other major panhellenic sanctuary. His cult title there was Naios (flowing), and together with Dione (the female form of his own name) he delivered prophecies (different ways are given depending on the version or theory: speaking oak-trees, doves, dove-priestesses, ascetic male priests, wind-chimes, lead tablets, etc.). In such a capacity, and as lord of fate, Apollo and other oracular figures were conceived of as his mouthpieces.

Generally speaking, quoting Larson: "His cults typically reinforce traditional sources of authority and standards of behavior, whether in the family, the kinship group, or the city." Still, plenty of his cults where surrounded by an elemental and primitive air. He ranges from majestic and lawful to savage and wild, from rustic to urbanite and from straightforward to mystical. He's the pile of contradictions I love to see in my mythological figures.

[robthepensioner]

Cleveleys outdoor market, held every Wednesday during summer. The number of stalls has decreased recently, probably due to lack of customers. The old indoor market, open every day, was much better, but it was closed and M & Co took over. Then M & Co closed down. The old gang cannot be brought back together, because they either went out of business or moved into separate premises.

[serendertothesquad]

Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "A Dicey Situation" Episode Followup, Part 1

Captain O origins episode! "Totally Odd Squad" Mk. II! Call it what you like, I'm just hoping this is good. After the hell that was "Mission O Possible", I like to be prepared. Almost anything could surpass that, really.

Let's dive in below the break! (Pun unintended.)

...It's another Tasha episode.

I can hear that stupid "oh no" TikTok song playing as I fucking type this. I'm not confident after "The Triangle Sisters". I'm praying to Don't-Fuck-This-Up-God.

Hey. Hey. You guys remember when Otis threw a fit because Rebecca was exploiting Odd Squad for moving services?

This is just as egregious and yet will go entirely undetected. You don't need two pseudo-government agents to pull up Google Maps and punch in the location of the nearest Aldi's, for God sakes.

I see this milk came from the same cow that the Town Baker's milk came from.

I'd go investigate that cow, really.

You guys also remember Otis giving therapy to a plant?

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT THIS IS BUT IT'S MILK. And it's just as amusing here as it was there.

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!"

Thank you, edutainment overlords, for this obligatory healthy eating message.

Asshole cereal box is making up lies for himself, methinks. Dude just tipped over on his own the second his owner picked up the milk pitcher.

hhhhheeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY THIS AIN'T MY SWAMPS 'N GATORS. WHERE'S MY SWAMPS 'N GATORS YOU CHUCKWADS.

...No but seriously what is this game and why does it look like Odd Squad Risk to me.

I remember when there was a brief shot of Oona failing at chess and Oprah telling her that's not how the game is played.

That was fun.

This is fun too, and nice to see, but it doesn't hit the same.

Good segue. Not as good as Oprah calling everyone out on their RPS strategies.

(You will see me make a lot of TOS cracks and references. I will not regret a single one of 'em.)

Hot damn, she can dim the lights with her mind! That's craaaaaaaaaaaazeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

So that would make her ship the Odd Squad Odd Squad.

Instead of Screw Steamer Odd Squad, or Steam Ship Odd Squad, both of which sound much better.

And are actually canon in the franchise.

(No, really. Go listen to the Squadcast. The S.S. Odd Squad is a 100% canon ship.)

Honestly, if you had told me about a year ago that that sailor in that promo picture SSE put out was a chef named Osgood, I'd have laughed at you.

RIP to the days when I thought that sailor was an assistant of Captain O's and not her first mate.

Ohhhh, a wavy flashback effect! Standard in a ton of shows, but Odd Squad has never really employed it as far as I'm aware. Nice to see they're going to effect basics!

Aside from that, wow that is...a tiny ship. Tinier than I was expecting. I was expecting something huge and not...y'know...a little BB thing.

I'm sorry, I just did an entire fuck-ass wheeze at her saying SHE KNEW OSGOOD SINCE NURSERY SCHOOL.

These two ARE FUCKING CHILDHOOD FRIENDS.

Genuinely fucking flabbergasted, because it's rare that we get childhood friends who were main characters in this franchise and joined Odd Squad together. Not even Olive and Otto can attest to that! Or Olympia and Otis!

Best bit in the entire episode so far bar nearly none.

I mean...on the plus side, at least he only has two mouths to feed.

That being said, I will once again raise the issue of there being couch cushions in a ship like that.

...Goldfish.

Huge-ass Goldfish.

You can't fool me.

They're Goldfish.

If there is one thing I utterly despise about Captain O as a character, it's the stupid euphemisms.

They're not amusing. They're not funny. I've heard better from other characters.

Okay, a shell phone is actually pretty clever. One point to Tasha, and don't make me revoke it as quickly as I did last time.

(Choosing to overlook the fact that there's an Admiral because...I mean...pretty standard sailor stuff. And me and other fans can work with the lore.)

Definitely not the intent, but I can't stop reading this line as utterly sarcastic since Captain O did a hard aversion off the "Newhart Phone Call" cliff.

"So this look isn't a fashion choice?"

Osgood, you poor Ohlm-like sonuvagun.

No, sir, actually those are holes. They got depth to 'em. Swiss cheese is not made with polka dots.

"See? You're a fashion trendsetter."

Ohhhhh it's like...the woman in "Double O Trouble"...but 's...fuckin' polka dots...

Great, I hate it, thanks.

*squints*

*more*

*even more*

...Bitch that is a cluster of fucking trees. That is not an island. Now how and why would you spend pounds on a fucking CLUSTER OF TRE-

THIS IS HOW THEY CHOOSE TO REMIND US THAT ORLI AND OZZIE ARE STILL HERE?????? WITH THE OBLIGATORY MATH LESSON?!?!?!?!?!?

Oh piss ALL the fuckin' way off.

If this is gonna have a lesson at the end, like in "The Weight of the World Depends on Orla", I'm going to lose my fuckin' mind.

Because, for all that Season 3 sucks, that episode was actually pretty solid.

it was just her and osgood

this guy shows up

not even the two canon characters from the odd squadcast they could've used

...I get it. You need someone to steer the ship. Fine. But for the love of God, just include the one driving the boat in your roll call!

I'm...I'm so tired. We are halfway into this episode. I am tired.

I honestly can't be bothered to ask why this woman has a rotary phone and how the fuck it can get service out here where there would, in most other instances, be no phone lines. Or electricity. OR FUCKING SPEAKERPHONE.

I do like the pirate getup Dottie here has going on, though.

Well, the last time a villain alleged to not have a pattern...they had a pattern.

I don't expect Dottie to be much different in that regard.

ohhhhhh oodelallyoohdelally it's the chekhov's gun wheeeeeeeeeeeeee-

She spun in the chair for all of time, bored out of her wits.

(On to Part 2!)

[fstbmp-a]

"I cannot continue my bit, I'm so sorry." It is simply not letting her write now. This is a crime.

[moodymisty]

Hi, i was wondering if you could do an x reader for dorn or mabey peterturabo again. I just love these boys

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: Hey anon, I just posted this Dorn fic here, but I feel a little bad leaving you empty handed and I do love me some Perty, so here's a little tiny snippet I didn't know what to do with.

Relationships: Perturabo/Gn!Reader featuring Sanguinius

Warnings: Perturabo. Sanguinus being a bit of a cunt (as he should be) and poking Perturabo's fragile ego

"Ahh, so you must be Lord Perturabo's littlest warrior. We were wondering if we'd ever catch sight of you."

Sanguinius looks down on you with a gentle smile. You assume the 'we' he refers to is his fellow Primarchs, an idea of which makes your stomach twist and turn in your gut.

"I hope he hasn't been too inhospitable since," He glances away, his miffed expression cues you into what he's more than likely referring to. His wings gently shift, the feathers fluffed out comfortably. The golden armor he wears reflects the cold sunlight of Terra and gives it a golden sheen, his pelt cape shifting as he favors leaning on one leg.

You haven't looked directly in his direction since he joined you on the massive balcony, and you turn to bow and speak with the proper prose. It's the least you can do after being surprised with his arrival. You'd barely even heard his footfall before hearing him speak, his gentle but firm voice had nearly startled you out of your basic wits.

"He's been well, Lord Primarch."

It's the least you can do in the presence of the angel; You hadn't been expecting him and you feel so hideously under-dressed, tongue twisting to try and form the proper words.

The Angel manages to both soothe your nervousness and heighten it, as the corners of his mouth turn upwards and he lets out a small laugh.

"I do hope Perturabo doesn't demand you speak to him with such theatrics; He's always been the stauncher of us a-"

"Sanguinius."

The angel turns to the entryway from where he'd come, blonde hair falling over the collar of his armor in waves. The larger Primarch moves closer looking directly at Sanguinius, but the angel is effortless in deflecting the irritation Perturabo throws at him.

"There you are. We were just talking about you."

Peturabo is already in a foul mood, and to find his winged brother sniffing around you and using that silver tongue of his only serves to stoke that already fueled fire. Sanguinus' smile drops just a tad as he realizes Perturabo's discontent figuratively spilling over onto the marble floor.

The Hammer of Olympia steps closer to you and with one massive hand, places it on the railing; Separating you from Sanguinius and obscuring most of your form. The silent display of possessiveness is a bit surprisingly to the angel, as you watch his expression change.

"Am I not allowed to jest with my brother and his beloved?"

The two of them are completely at odds with one another; Though Sanguinius knows well that Perturabo is being tested. He simply finds it amusing to make him bristle. The air around you is so thick you swallow heavily, watching the two of them.

You could never tell another Primarch to cease, nor would Perturabo ever forgive you for the stain on his honor of trying to fight on his behalf. It would also be a dream to even entertain the idea of him taking the higher ground and not attempting to pick a fight with Sanguinius, of whom glances down at you and watches the way you get swallowed by Perturabo's shadow.

But now you stand in the vicinity of two near demigods, sweating hands holding onto the railing of the balcony as the angel continues to nettle Perturabo.

"Fine fine, I'll take my leave."

Sanguinius looks outward over the balcony before glancing down at you. His expression is unreadable- a flawlessly gentle smile and soft eyes as he looks over Perturabo's massive arm. He squares his shoulders more so in preparation if Sanguinus attempts to move closer to you.

"Enjoy the palace, little warrior."

[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

15

“I didn't know I'd feel relieved after ordering a dress.” you sat across from your fiance at a cozy little bistro you'd picked for lunch.

“I didn't really understand why it was such a big deal until today.” He replied picking up the menu in front of him.

“That hit me at dress number four.” You chuckled, “I feel like you saved the day.”

Law lifted the tri-fold laminate to hide the odd surge of pride he was feeling.

“That's a bit much.” He managed evenly, “All I did was pick something I thought you might like.”

“Well, it is perfect.” You smiled glancing down at the menu.

All of your reactions today had him feeling a bit cocky. He'd been the source of that happiness and Goddamn if that wasn't an addicting high. It was more than that though, part of your elation was the unexpected show of affection in the dressing room. Whatever rare occasion Law touched you was warm and comforting. This small kiss on the forehead was electric. Shivers wiggled down your spine just reflecting on it.

“Do you come here often?” He asked, still perusing the restaurant's offerings.

“I used to when I wasn't burying myself in work. A friend of mine from culinary school owns it.”

He glanced up, interested in this newly offered information, “You went to school with Sanji-ya?”

“Small world it seems. How do you know him?” You asked.

“Through an infuriating acquaintance.” He grimaced.

“Oh, now that sounds interesting.” Your chuckle faded as realization washed over you, “Luffy.”

Law's brows raised, he shouldn't have been surprised. Your cousin hung out with Sanji and Luffy too.

“Smaller world than I thought.” He murmured, “You used to hang out with them?”

You shifted and cleared your throat.

“Something wrong?” He asked, watching your disposition change.

“I mean… to answer your question, kind of? Luffy is Zoro's best friend.”

Law sat forward as it clicked, “The little brother?”

You nodded.

The raven sighed, “Will everything always come back to that guy?”

“I really wish it didn't.” You slouched forward a bit.

“Sorry,” Law reached across the table and hesitated briefly before touching your wrist, “I didn't mean to ruin the mood.”

His hand was so soft and warm, you fought the urge to hold it, opting instead to stay still.

“No, you didn't ruin anything. It's actually something we should talk about.” Your gaze rose from his tattooed fingers just before he pulled away.

“Maybe not in public.” He glanced around, “Let's get back to the issue at hand. What would you recommend ordering?”

He’d found that getting you to talk about something you had passion for usually brightened you right up.

You sat up and flipped the menu between the two of you to show him all of your favorite items. He leaned in resting his chin in his palm, pleased with the mood change.

Soon your orders arrived as the conversation continued comfortably.

“So did you decide on going back to Olympia to look for your suit?”

He nodded, finishing his last bite, “I forgot to tell you, Cora-ya will be coming next weekend to help me.”

“Is he going to stay with us?” Your eyes lit up.

“Well, I assumed he'd stay at a hotel. Our place is small.” He answered appreciating your excitement.

Our place.

The phrase sent a flutter through your chest.

“It's a two bedroom apartment.” You deadpanned moving your napkin from your lap to the table.

“I guess I can take the couch so he can have my room.” He suggested thoughtfully.

You cocked a brow at him, “Is sleeping with me that bad?”

Law’s eyes widened as his face heated up, “I'm sorry?”

“Wai-I -” You covered your face and let out an embarrassed chuckle, “I meant like, if I snored or something.”

A soft laugh rumbled through your fiance's chest as he reached forward to gently move your hands from your face. The amused look on his face had you frozen for a moment.

That smile could end wars.

“You don't snore,” he assured, “I just didn't want to invite myself into your room.”

Your gaze trailed down to your hands resting in his, “I appreciate that. You can stay in mine.”

“Thank you.” He murmured.

“Look at the two of you, charming everyone around you.” A familiar voice chimed as a plate softly clacked against the table.

“Sanji.” You straightened yourself out now that you'd been reminded you were in public.

“I couldn't let my beautiful former study partner leave without her favorite dessert.” He'd placed a small plate of strawberry shortcake between you.

“Awe thank you.” You smiled up at him, “I'll hook you up next time you stop by the bakery.”

“Sanji-ya,” Law nodded toward your friend.

“Tra-guy, it's been a while. I see you're doing well.” Sanji shook his hand.

“Tra-guy?” You echoed.

“You know how Luffy is with names.” The blonde winked at you.

“How's Pudding? I heard about the bed-rest.” You changed the subject, deciding to circle back to Law's nickname when you had him alone.

Sanji's blue eyes sparkled at the mention of his wife. He immediately launched into an update on her pregnancy and gushed so much you almost wished you hadn't asked. You were glad she was well and the bed-rest was just a precaution due to high blood pressure. After the catch up and a few pictures your former classmate excused himself to get back to work.

“I definitely ate too much.” You sighed entering your apartment.

“What should we do with the afternoon?” Law asked removing his shoes and placing them with yours by the door.

“First, stretchy pants.” You suggested.

“And then?” He prompted removing the dark knit sweater he'd had covering the worn black t-shirt he had on underneath.

“I'm fine with whatever you choose Tra-guy~”

His sweater flopped over your head and shoulders as you tried to make a dash for your room.

“Not you too.” He grumbled blithely.

You gasped dramatically and pulled the garment off your head, “That’s abuse.”

“You're ridiculous.” His lips upturned enjoying this playful side of you.

“I could have fallen.” You pushed the sweater against his chest.

“I'm a doctor,” he leaned over you and dropped his voice, “I'd take care of you.”

Fuck.

That silver gaze flitted from your lips to your eyes so quickly you had to have imagined it. His expression was relaxed but there was something there he was holding back. Torn between learning what the consequences would be and being afraid to let you into his world completely - he held his breath.

It was a subtle but bold move. Wanting to match his energy and ride out the high of this tension without taking a move your brain might not be ready for - you gently nuzzled his cheek.

“I know you would.” Your fingertips brushed the sharp line of his jaw.

The rush of cool air that hit him as you stepped back was sobering. He cursed under his breath as you made your way to your room to change. Kissing your forehead earlier in the day suddenly didn't feel as intimate.

Confirming you wanted the affection was like opening the door to a locked room.