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[ganondoodle]

(concept 1)

(refined design)

more totk rewritten/botw 2 concept wips

im removing the mayoi (frogs in caves) bc i dont like how satori and its aesthetic was turned from something mysterious and otherwordly to yet another collectable-

so im turnign the frog idea into a single thing living in the underground as a counterpart to satori itself- perhaps it resides in a giant tree growing from the ceiling bc i ASLO didnt like how there was that at first cool looking underground tree with all the rumis (rabbit things) but then it was quite literally nothing (again)

this idea is pretty new so i am still working on the details, im all ears for suggestions :P

[restinsodaroni]

Some drawings from my new fic Surprise Rescue Party! I'll say it's certainly gonna be a weird one to write given the events of Ruin but hey all I know is I'm gonna have fun writing it! (and drawing it I suppose lol) Also yeah Mask Bot is going to join you on your adventures XD

[sarai-the-furry]

As much as i love rescue bots, there are some things that absolutely piss me off now that i want to become a firefighter

not surprisingly, there are instances where kade has to go into a fire

normal firefighter stuff, right?

MY DUDE YOU WERE JUST IN A BURNING BUILDING, WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR PPE. YOUR SCBA??? YOUR MASK??? YOUR HOOD???? MY DUDE YOU AINT FROM WHERE FIREFIGHTERS DIDNT USE MASKS, FUCKING USE THEM

this screenshot is from Season 2, Episode 14 "The Vigilant Town"

[aceofwhump]

9-1-1 7x09 "Ashes, Ashes"

[discordiansamba]

have you considered.... vampire zuko

taking him away from the sun! mean to him!!!!

but. i am in fact, considering it. vampires not as undead creatures (because that brushes up a bit too close onto the bum spirit deal AU's uh... deal) but a form of a Fire Nation spirit curse. for a long time, it was simply considered a myth until some fool brought proof of its existence before Ozai and you know his ass was like

'hm. we can use this.'

so he does. the Earth Kingdom has a Fire Nation and a vampire problem. they cannot fucking win. speaking of guys who cannot win- world's unluckiest fire nation prince gets on the wrong side of one and ends up bitten and turned. but he has something on his side that most don't- and that's iroh.

iroh is going to save his nephew.

he prays to any spirit that is willing to listen to him. he will do anything they ask, if they will help his nephew. it is the moon spirit who answers- and she tasks not iroh but zuko with exterminating the vampires who are starting to become a problem. if he kills them all, she'll grant him a boon.

in short order zuko

a.) becomes a vampire

b.) learns that his father was the one behind using vampires as a method to overtake the earth kingdom

c.) becomes much more aware of the violence the fire nation is inflicting upon the world as a result

d.) uncle talks him into treason so much more easily

or: ozai's plan to use vampires to conquer the earth kingdom was going great, until the blue spirit shows up. then it is decidedly going less great. two and a half years later, the gaang will run into the blue spirit in a town that's having vampire trouble and end up working with him to get rid of it.

zuko quickly realizes a) that's the fucking avatar and b.) they don't know he's a vampire. aang takes an interest in the blue spirit and asks if he'll come with them to the north pole. zuko turns him down- his nocturnal lifestyle doesn't make him a good traveling companion. just ask uncle. they part ways there.

...then the avatar gets himself captured.

zuko sighs. breaks the avatar out. takes an arrow to the head. has a vision of the moon spirit talking to him who says she'll grant him that boon a little early, if he agrees to accompany the avatar. zuko wakes up. it's daytime, but for some reason he isn't dead. moon spirit made him a daywalker. the avatar asks zuko if he'd like to come with him again.

...sure?

[boybleeddry]

pt 2

[cloudofspacedust]

The Chase

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[leaveharmony]

@mangle-my-mind

See, I don't know if I can answer this without starting with Brian's reaction TO Jack, and to Curt.

Because I think Brian gets something fundamentally wrong about both of them, filtering them as he does through his own worldview and his own view of music and performance.

That is to say, that he sees a performance.

"I wish I'd thought of it," what is he referring to here, exactly??? During TV Eye, what is he looking at? Curt, dousing himself in oil & glitter, pogoing out of his pants so hard he falls on his ass, and committing some lowkey arson whilst probably tremendously wasted. Brian sees this absolutely raw, unfiltered mess occurring and seems to interpret it as contrived, emotion faked really well for the purposes of credibility. He hears the myths about wolves and shock treatment and the abuse (the latter two possibly true, but still heard first as gossip) and he thinks they originated with Curt, a brilliant piece of marketing, when in reality it's rumour constructed/repeated by people to explain what they are looking at (and do not understand).

And it's interesting that most of what he seems to admire about / openly steals from Jack, is even more hollow: the little entourage, the fashion, the position at court (so to speak). Jack is like...a choice boutique that just got a shipment in, and Brian loads his arms up and runs home to try things on. Because he wouldn't imagine that the bits he stole from Jack had any meaning other than 'It was pretty,' or 'He moved just so, and it was elegant without seeming artificial,' and 'They made me look adored.' Brian understands things like an entitled tourist understands ancient ruins; he doesn't think about the history or the meaning or the reason, he just carves his name in them, takes a selfie and walks away.

Jack - I think one of the reasons Curt is the recipient of that big delighted smile, is that Jack recognizes a kindred in him immediately and has probably been waiting patiently for an opportunity to speak to him (formerly being impeded on all levels from doing so by Brian / his secondhand hangers-on).

I know the idea is that ~Glam~ is artificial and meaningless, but in their case, I simply don't think it's true. I think that Jack and Curt, onstage, that is wholly their authentic selves, I don't think they're faking a damn thing, ~inventing~ a damn thing. They're...exactly the same at opposite ends of the spectrum, if that makes any sense.

Jack holds himself so closely because he's such a beautiful soul that people see him, and those who don't want to outright destroy him, want to cut bits off him to take home for themselves, which would leave him with nothing, at the end of the day. You can see it in his face, that it's happened a hundred times before; this is why he doesn't fight Brian off or give him the satisfaction of an angry reaction...it's nothing new to him. So we see him most open onstage, where he can show exactly who he is without being fucking...punished for it. Where he is even admired for it, but he has control over exactly what he is giving away. Jack channels himself onstage.

And Curt onstage is a fucking exorcism, letting himself off the leash somewhere safe to express what otherwise would come out as a four day bender and a spattering of charges for public indecency, assault and destruction of private property.

Jack reveals himself onstage to keep himself safe, Curt does it to keep everyone else safe, and that is their separate but identical way of coping with a world that has no idea what to do with them in any other context.

[goatsludge]

MSA McCaa Breathing Apparatus with Burrell Diaphragm Facepiece.

An old oxygen rebreather from the 1930's commonly used for mine rescue and sewer inspection.

I've partially disassembled this unit and it's awaiting future cleaning. As usual, this example belongs to @bureau-of-mines

[northpen]

i finished writing chapter 1 of my new fic (i'm going to write it to completion before uploading it) so here is a sneak peek of the introduction!! (warning for needles and a character being sedated)

1. LLOYD — 07:22 AM

Nobody likes Lloyd Garmadon. And they especially don’t like him the day after a Garmadon attack on Ninjago City. 

It hurts, but Lloyd can’t bring himself to blame them. His father’s attacks hurt people. They level buildings. They destroy lives. They make people angry, and angry people need a target for their aggression. Since Lord Garmadon is good at hiding, they turn to the next best thing: his son. 

This makes going outside pretty dangerous. On normal days, it isn’t uncommon for strangers to yell at him, or attack him, or even try to follow him home from school. If a Garmadon attack is particularly destructive, Lloyd doesn’t bother leaving his apartment at all—people have the tendency to get a little stabby when the damage is bad enough. It just isn’t safe for him. 

Last night was the worst attack they’d seen all year. Lloyd would need to have an actual death wish to risk showing his face on the street. 

It’s a good thing he doesn't plan on being outside for more than ten minutes. 

After getting dressed, Lloyd reaches below his sheets and sticks his hand into a slit in the mattress. He pulls out a small satchel of electronics. Now, these aren’t just any electronics—they’re gifts from Blue, resident tech designer of the Secret Ninja Force. Among the goodies are a stun gun, smoke pellets, by-pass keys, and a number of other devices he could use for self-defence. Their presence in his mattress has always made him feel a little safer at home. 

Lloyd upends the bag over the floor. He pushes the smoke pellets out of the way, then crushes each device underfoot. Once they’re reduced to small enough pieces, he sweeps them up and dumps them in the toilet. He tosses in the smoke pellets and flushes them away. 

Before returning home last night, he ditched his ninja communicator in a pile of rubble. His gi is stored under bricks somewhere else in the city. There is absolutely nothing in his apartment or on his person that could connect him to the Green Ninja. 

You see, Lloyd doesn’t plan on being safe today. But he doesn’t plan on dying, either. 

He’s going to be abducted instead. 

08:10 AM

If this were a normal school day, Lloyd would leave his apartment building through the fire escape and make his way to school through Ninjago City’s alleyways. He would move with his hood up and head down to conceal his face. He would hide behind dumpsters and boxes if he heard anyone else in the alleyway. He would take different routes to make it impossible for someone to trace his path back to his apartment building. No one knows where he lives, and Lloyd intends to keep it that way—it’s the only place where he can be himself without facing danger. 

Today, he leaves his building not via the fire escape, but through the front entrance. He walks along a main road, hood down and chin up to give anyone passing by a clear view of his face. If anyone is looking for Lloyd Garmadon this morning, they’ll find him. And he knows people are looking for him. 

A few blocks ahead of him, a couple of men stand beside an idling van with tinted windows. While crossing a busy intersection, he sees another van waiting on an adjacent road. One of the men posted outside is conducting a sweep of the area. When he sees Lloyd, he puts a handheld radio to his mouth and starts speaking. 

Lloyd steps onto the same block as the first van. His heart beats quicker with anticipation. As he moves to pass the van, one of the men steps directly into his line of sight. Lloyd crashes head first into his chest. 

It’s a little hard to act annoyed, but he does his best.  “Ugh, watch it,” he grumbles. He tries to step around the enforcer, but he moves to block his path once more. 

The enforcer opens his jacket, giving Lloyd a peak at the long blade strapped to his chest. With a smile, he asks, “Did you need a lift to school today, Garmadon?”

Before Lloyd can respond, the enforcer grabs him by his shirt and pulls him towards the van. Lloyd puts up a pretend struggle, pulling at his arms and kicking his knees, but refrains from using one of the many tricks he knows that could be used to get out of his grasp. Another enforcer opens the van’s back doors and helps drag Lloyd inside the rest of the way. 

The doors are shut behind them. A thick bag is pulled over Lloyd’s head, robbing him of his vision. Someone binds his wrists behind his back with scratchy rope. Once they're done, they use their weight to pin him to the van’s floor. As the van pulls away, the rumbling engine rattles his skull painfully. 

“Ow,” he mumbles. He makes a half-hearted attempt to throw off the person on top of him. They punish him by pulling back his head and slamming it against the floor. 

“Shut up!” they command. “If you keep talking, we’ll gag you.” 

That isn’t threatening enough to silence him. “What do you want from me? 

Another voice—the enforcer from outside—speaks up. “We want your father. We want him gone. You’re going to help us do that.” 

Lloyd opens his mouth to protest, but falls short of speaking when he feels something prick his arm. The effect is immediate. Within seconds, his body feels heavy as lead and he can barely think at all. 

Sedation. Of course. 

“Just sit tight, kid,” the enforcer says. “This will be over before you know it.” 

With sick satisfaction, Lloyd smiles at how wrong they are. All of his kidnappers are wrong. 

They want to use him as bait for Lord Garmadon. Unfortunately for them, Lloyd’s father doesn’t care for him at all—he won’t exchange peace for Lloyd’s life. This whole plan of theirs is going to end up as yet another fruitless attempt to save the city from Garmadon’s attacks. 

That doesn’t mean it won’t save him. As long as he doesn’t die in the process, Lloyd will leave this kidnapping an innocent man. The world will finally realize that Lloyd has nothing to do with his father and leave him alone. 

Okay, so maybe this isn’t the smartest way to prove his innocence. But Lloyd has tried every other trick in the book, and sixteen long years of isolation and undeserved hostility are starting to make him a little desperate. This is a huge gamble, but it’s one he’s willing to take. It’s one he has to take. 

Nobody likes Lloyd Garmadon. This abduction is going to change that for good. 

[indigosabyss]

Unexpected Baggage

Erik should have realized Schmidt would do it again. How had he been naive enough to think that he would be the last child tortured by that man?

He had given up the last lead he had on Schmidt to save the girl he had seen being dragged around by the mad man's followers. He was trying very hard to not regret it. Reminding himself that the girl was like him.

Here were the facts: he was in France under false pretenses, his reason for living wasn't dead yet, and there was an American teenager following him who wouldn't stop talking.

"-and all I wanted to do was get Monica back!" The girl threw her hands up, "My family is probably having my funeral already."

Maybe he shouldn't have started tuning her out. That sounded like important context.

He turned around to look at her, feeling slightly bad as he watched her pull down the sleeve of her jacket from where it was riding up. She kept doing that. He didn't want to ask why.

"Listen, kid-"

"Kamala."

"-which part of America are you from? I'll try to get you home, so you can tell them to call off the funeral, in-person."

She screwed up her nose as she thought out loud, "It's the sixties, right? Well that means my Nani is in Pakistan, right now. Probably just about to meet my Nana, so my parents are definitely not alive yet, and to answer your question-" She paused to breathe, "I don't think I qualify as an American right now."

The first thing that came to mind was that she sounded incredibly American for someone who claimed not to be. Was that what a Pakistani accent sounded like?

The second thought, once he actually digested what she said, slipped out before he could control himself:

"What the hell?"

"Surprise!" She did jazz hands weakly, "I'm a bit of a time traveler. And, I'm hoping, a dimension traveler."

If she was right about that, Erik was incredibly glad he'd gotten her out of Shaw's hands.

[Has nothing to do with my Gwentin Takes On X-Men First Class fic. I just enjoy this movie and think the most emotionally competent person in marvel movie history will probably fix this mess]

[lemissingmask]

[ID: Sketch of Eliot Spencer with his wrists bound in chains and tied above his head, with bruises covering his torso and arms, and his head bowed forward. In the background, mostly hidden in shadow in the darkened room, Parker is descending from the ceiling, about to come and rescue Eliot. End ID]

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Whumpuary alternative prompt: Rescue

Just Parker coming to rescue Eliot (Hardison is distracting the captors by creating all kinds of digital havoc and chaos in their security).

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[how-much-for-a-whump]

WHUMPTOBER day 5:

Prompt: "Debris"

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