#she's a disaster

[tadpole-apocalypse]

OC Smash or Pass

I saw @bardic-inspo do this and wanted to join in. 🤭

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Morgan

ty @mercymaker for the first two images <3

Quick Facts:

Height: 5'5"

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pros:

She's DTF pretty much whenever, wherever. She is making up for her sexuality being under lock and key for so long, sometimes literally.

She's practiced in meditation. It was forced on her in her cult, but it ended up being a useful practice she carried with her; it helps her keep her emotions in check, allowing her to examine situations more logically and thoughtfully.

Very open to trying new things and new experiences.

Likes to bake bread.

Small business owner that contributes to her community by overcharging the stupid patriars coming into her shop to get their fortunes told.

Hot girl. Gets away with a lot due to pretty privilege.

Cons:

Wild Magic Sorcerer, so being around her is hazardous to your health at most times.

Will read your thoughts without your consent and use them to get you to agree with her

Impulsive and reckless with her physical body in ways that could be considered self destructive.

Blacklisted by several landlords in Baldur's Gate due to unintentional magical destruction.

Has a criminal record due to the above issue, among a few others.

Hoarder.

Brat energy off the charts. May be a pro depending on the person...

has very little experience being in a relationship not based around sex/physical attraction.

Low standards for lovers. Example: dated Lorroakan.

And I am going to tag @mercymaker, @vspin, @psalacanthea, @boghermit, @clamsdraw

@elfboypussy, @ejoym, @collegeoflore or anyone else who sees this and wants to do it! Tag me so I can see~

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Yangs beetie 😭 https://twitter.com/EtincelleArt/status/1686200446967250944?t=XMd_eXSYAxwDK5dtFDfk3w&s=19

Blake: (snorts) Yang, what are you wearing?

Yang: I think it's distinguished.

Blake: You're a dork.

Yang: But I'm your dork.

Blake: And I wouldn't have you any other way.

[simmmy-dimmy]

I finally got my reshade to work, and now I have an excuse to start posting sims content. Anyway meet Carmen, she’s awful and I love her

[thecosmosproject]

"Ah yes, Mizuki does have a really cute face... They're totally complimenting them..."

Ena is so down bad it's sickening, girl couldn't even comprehend someone mocking Mizuki bc she's head over heels for em

okay but can we talk about when ena initially heard students A-C mocking mizuki going like “haha akiyama is cute as ever” with a cruel tone and laughing her first thought wasn’t “what the hell are they implying” but it was “well yeah mizuki has a really cute face” like. girl. i cant

[britishsass]

12, 17, and 27 for Agent C?

If anyone else wants the ask game, click here!

You really want to know about our lil agent gal, huh? :3

12. Do they have a very distinctive manner of speech or other way of communicating? (like telepathy, sign language, making small noises, ect.) Do you have an idea of what they might sound like? (For example: an accent, certain common phrases they're likely to say, vocal tics, quirks or habits, ect? Voice claims even!)

In any normal situation, she sounds a lot like the rest of the other CAW Agents-- kind of mysterious, but in the same way the g-men from Psychonauts are. However, they scream when startled, and try to hide it's them.

In WT Au, where they're actually just a normal human, she sounds a bit different. Her voice is on the higher side, and they tend to talk a lot just to talk. She tends to talk to her mother in Korean, but most of the time, she doesn't have an accent. Thinking of a voice actor... I'd probably go with a voice akin to Glamrock Dusky on YouTube! (Partially because her videos are really nice, partially because it's the right pitch.) Totally recommend her videos, especially the one on the Miradora Network for right now. That's probably the right vibes for this. Silly lil vid about a rarely-known fnaf fan game :)

17. If they had a storybook, like the ones presented in-game, what would it detail about them? (If you're feeling extra adventurous, feel free to sketch/illustrate/storyboard or describe as a short story what each page would look like!)

Oh boy. Let's see-- It's a bit difficult to come up with a story that would actually be important to tell. Most likely, her leaving the nest, or her mom's house. Her mom was also a CAW agent when she was younger, but retired, so C's grown up with a lot of wanting to be like her. Therefore, their storybook would be something like this:

Them as a lil crow, looking up to their mom

Her as a kid, running around dressed up as a CAW agent

Them as an adult, filling out an application

Her getting the job, shown as a letter in the mail, with her and her mom celebrating

She goes to the door, now wearing their personal caution tape sash.

They look back one final time, seeing their mom watching with pride.

They run off to go join CAW.

It's a simple little story of growing up and following your dreams, nothing much, but still cute. :)

27. What would your OC's idle animation/s be? How would they react if Hat Kid/Bow Kid whacked them with their umbrella? (would they do the squeaky toy animation or would they give an appropriate reaction?)

Being a CAW agent, she'd have the usual CAW agent animations. Same squeaky noise too. However, there's something else-- if she's around her friend Ollie, then their animations change. They grow more excited, and more natural. Lots of happy swaying, little bit of chatter between them. And yes, they still squeaky toy.

[artkaninchenbau]

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

[natasha-in-space]

Happy pride month to the most disastrous lesbian I know

[stil-lindigo]

the calamity.

a comic about being seen.

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[inkskinned]

"don't make it political!" .... what proportion of death and suffering must occur before politics are involved. if this isn't political, what is even the point of any politics, ever. of democracy. the words are "by the people for the people." if i am going to be left alone by my elected representatives to "figure it out" - to undergo damage, hardship, fear. what the fuck did i elect them for. what was their job. the entire point is that they handle this shit. this is why we were supposed to be electing leaders.

poverty is political. misogyny is political. gun control is political. climate change is political. how much aid a community gets is political. what the fuck are you talking about. it's been political this whole fucking time.

[snawleyy]

all padawans must grow up some day

[brainrotcharacters]

The moment Wade handed Mary Puppins to Logan and Logan had no protest beyond groaning, I knew

[kylorenscar]

"...and I have to live with that. Forever."

[natalievoncatte]

There was something decidedly… insistent about Lena’s footsteps. Kara knew it was her, of course, when she picked up Lena heading towards her apartment. Not just her heart rate but her breathing and mumbling to herself and the way she walked, her footfalls painting a picture of how she was walking, and she was mad.

Kara expected a complaint when she opened the door. Lena would sometimes launch without preamble into a rant about this investor or that senator or some such executive at this or that company and just rant adorably, balling her little fists. Kara would never tell her, because she’d feel patronized, but Lena genuinely was cute when she was angry.

Well, annoyed. When she was really angry, throwing a fit angry, fed up with the world angry, she was something else entirely. Kara would move heaven and earth, quite literally, to address whatever bothered her. When she was sad it was even worse and Kara just wanted to bundle her up in her invulnerable arms and shelter her from everything forever.

Lena walked into the apartment, not looking at Kara, and clearly fuming. She dropped the order she’d picked up on the way into the kitchen island and stared at it, then finally glared at Kara. There was no mistaking the subject of her anger.

Kara fidgeted nervously. She shifted on her feet, feeling a pressure of Lena’s gaze that forced her own away.

“Lena? Is something wrong?” She swallowed, hard. “Bad day?”

“Something is wrong,” Lena said, very softly, in the icy tone she reserved for the fools she did not suffer gladly. “Take off your glasses.”

“What?”

“Take off your glasses, Kara.”

“But I can’t see…”

Lena stepped forward and put her hand on the takeout order in its plastic bag. Kara had ordered it and Lena had agreed to pick it up, far from be first time they’d done that. Lena often ordered for them and Kara brought it when Lena was hosting.

Right now Lena was trembling, head tilted forward like she meant to charge, eyes locked on Kara.

“Glasses. Off.”

Kara hesitated briefly.

“Okay,” she muttered, screaming at herself not to do this, pleading for some kind of distraction.

All she wanted to do tonight was curl up with Lena on the couch and watch a movie and focus very very hard on not giving away how badly she wanted to make out with her.

Kara slowly took the earpieces in her hands and slipped them off, setting the too-heavy frames on the table with a soft clunk. The word rushed in, sounds more vibrant and distracting, colors almost unpleasantly sharp.

Lena was staring at her. Her nostrils flared and her fists clenched. She took her hand from the food bag and took another step forward, then another, finally picking up the glasses in her own hand, feeling them. She raised them as if to put them on and stared through them.

“For someone who says she’s blind without them, these glasses don’t have a very strong prescription, do they.”

Possibilities raced through Kara’s mind. Things she could say, things she might do. She’d squeaked out of this before, somehow evaded Lena’s staggering intellect. She had seen curiosity darken her brows, maybe even brief moments of suspicion.

This was different. Heavier. More serious.

“What gave me away?”

“Everything, really. All the pieces were there this whole time, but I just refused to put them together on my own. It took a flat out slap in the face to make me choose to see it.”

Kara’s chest felt like it was caving in. Everything was going wrong. Her chin quivered and the tears began welling hot behind her eyes.

Lena looked at her flatly. “The guy at the take out place asked me why I was picking up Supergirl’s order. I asked him what the hell he was talking about and he told me Supergirl comes on all the time. Then he showed me a selfie.”

Kara licked her lips.

“It has to be a mistake.”

“They have your number on their speed dial as Supergirl, Kara. You let their delivery kid take a selfie in your suit. They wouldn’t let me pay for it. The old lady that owns the place said ‘Supergirls girlfriend, no charge!’ and started laughing.”

Kara stared at her.

“Lena…”

“You better have a good fucking explanation for why your favorite restaurant knows who you really are and not your supposed best friend.”

The tension in their air was palpable, electric. Kara could feel it like the gathering energy in the air before a storm, ready to burst forth with energy and life or mindless destruction. She folded her arms around herself and looked down.

“You do know me,” Kara finally said. “You do know who I really am. You’re the only person who does.”

Lena’s extension was fixed, intense, edging between a scowl and a pout, and Kara realized with a start that she was holding back tears of her own.

“You’re the only person that knows me as me. You know me without Supergirl, but without all the fake stuff I do so people won’t realize I’m Supergirl. I don’t have to pretend to be clumsy with you. You’re not always looking at me like I’m super strong or super fast. I can just be me when I’m with you.”

“You’ve lied to me so many times,” Lena said, after drawing in a deep breath. “Running away from our lunches, telling me wild stories about where you disappear to at work, and I just bought every bit of it. You must think I’m an easy mark.”

“No, never.”

“I’ve always had it in the back of my head. I always thought there was something there, something between us that kept you from really, truly being yourself with me. The way your touches are always so whisper-light and you’re always stealing glances at me. Like you were afraid with every word or movement that you’d give something away.”

“Lena,” Kara began.

“I knew you were hiding something. I had hoped it was something else.”

Kara licked her lips. She quickened her perception, a little trick of will that took her out of sync with the humans around her, processing the world at her natural speed, which made her peers seem almost frozen in place by comparison.

She took this drawn out instant to really look at Lena, truly take her in, savor what she was seeing because it might be the end. She was suddenly heavily, painfully aware that this might be the last time she ever looked on Lena in person.

Great father Rao, she was so beautiful. Not hot or pretty or even gorgeous or sexy, beautiful. She was dressed for the autumn chill in a pea coat and turtleneck and black leggings and her hair was down, letting itself soften into her natural waves. She was without makeup, and Kara suddenly realized that she only ever saw Lena without makeup when she meant to be alone with Kara. When she was her most pure, most true self.

Kara slowed herself again and as she did the world sped up, and she drank in the soft sadness in Lena’s blue-green eyes and all of those things she’d pushed deep down came bubbling to the surface: imagined sighs and the feeling of that lustrous inky hair slipping through her fingers, her name whispered on pillowy lips.

Human thoughts. Alien thoughts. Desires no Kryptonian should even apprehend, much less indulge. The very idea of the non-procreative act was shameful, and to develop these emotional entanglement…

Kara had once mourned her failure, for she had been charged with preserving the ways of her people. Her first command had been to keep Kal Kryptonian.

A task she had failed even within herself.

“You hoped it was something else?”

Lena looked at her so sadly and so sweetly and swallowed.

“Yeah,” she said in a thick voice, “I kinda did.”

Kara smiled in spite of herself. When she sighed, it was as if the weight of a world slid off her shoulders.

“Can’t a girl have two secrets?”

Lena’s eyes widened.

“One day a long time ago, very very far away, a young Kara looked over her shoulder and watched the shockwave shatter the crust of her planet as its core exploded. She lost everything. Her world, her family, her culture, so many things. Tastes. Colors. Places. All gone.”

Lena wrapped her arms around herself, averting her gaze.

“I knew I’d lose you eventually. I just wanted to keep you as long as I could.”

Lena reached up and rubbed at her eyelids with her fingers.

“Do you remember when your mom’s goons threw you off the balcony?”

“Yes,” said Lena.

“Do you remember how I held you when I caught you?”

“I do.”

“I wish I hadn’t lied. I wish I’d never put you down.”

Lena said nothing and did not look up. Kara could hear her heart racing, practically feel the tension in her limbs across the room.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I lied. I’ve always known I could never keep you, I just didn’t want to make it end.”

Lena looked up with tear-wet eyes.

Then she lunged across the room, crossing the gap between them in long strides. Kara Danvers -Kara Zoe-El, Supergirl- was caught almost completely off guard. It wasn’t until Lena was practically charging into her arms, leaping into her, that she remembered to cushion the impact, catch her gently and make sure she didn’t slam herself into an unyielding wall of Kara.

She was so surprised, so shocked into helpless acceptance, that she didn’t offer the slightest residence when Lena reached, grabbed her neck in a firm hold, and pulled her into a kiss. Kara’s stomach did a backflip and she was helpless, undone despite all her strength. For a moment both their eyes opened and they looked at each other in a wordless exchange and Kara began kissing her back in earnest. Lena’s sharp breaths and soft moans instantly kindled a hot need inside her, thrumming like a plucked guitar string, and she effortlessly lifted Lena onto the kitchen counter.

“Holy shit, you’re strong,” Lena breathed.

“Of course I am,” she whispered into Lena’s kiss. “I’m Supergirl.”

And at long last, Kara found something she wanted to taste more than potstickers.

[littlemushroomboi]

baby shark and daddy shark doo doo doo

[thatpunnyperson]

According to NBC here in the US, the missing titanic sub has been found. As debris. Off the bow of the Titanic wreckage.

And it looks like the sub suffered what we all suspected, and what was undoubtedly the more merciful of the two options: a catastrophic implosion from the pressure.

Also, more info has come to light about the fishing trawler with the hundreds of migrants that sank cataclysmically off the coast of Greece, indicating that the greek coast guard knew about the vessel AND how much trouble the vessel was in, and were towing it at a speed that made it capsize, at which point they unhooked the tow line and watched the trawler sink without helping the passengers to safety. Despite a bunch of other ships trying to help as well throughout the whole ordeal.

So a lot of people are dead, all because of regulations (and the lack thereof) regarding sea-faring vessels and rescue protocols. People shouldnt be allowed to make a business charging a ton of money for a ride on an uncertified, unsafe, un-seaworthy ship going deep into the ocean with no distress beacon or tether to the mothership. People also shouldnt be allowed to enact laws that criminalize the ferrying of refugees, which then force the refugees to hitch rides on fishing trawlers, and which also prevent people from helping those fishing trawlers full of refugees due to fear of legal consequences.

Hopefully BOTH of these events spark changes on an international scale in terms of what is legally allowed to be sailed, who is legally allowed to be the passengers, and what the rescue protocols are in the event of disaster for any seafaring vessel, illegal or not. It shouldnt be just the global 1% who get 24/7 search parties and remote-operated submersibles helping rescue them.

[ash-short-for-trash]

The fact that both Obi-Wan and Ahsoka think that the other died during order 66 and spend years mourning the other when they both survived is so heartbreaking