#so when i read it i was so happy!

[erigold13261]

📢Psychonauts NSR AU, Chapter 9: VS. 1010📢

After that rap battle that basically had Sasha cut ties with his father. The duo went to speak to Gristol.

“Hey Gristol! We’re back!” Milla spoke. She looked at a massive pile of papers besides Gristol. “Woah… that’s a huge pile of notes. What’ve you got for us Gristol?” She asked.

“Oh this one involves a lot of legwork.” Gristol said as turned on the screen. This time, it shows five people. All of them were robotic and had lights in different colors and they wore soldier-like outfits. The one in the center was thin and had blue lights, the one on the right was fat and had yellow lights, the one on the left was tall and had green lights, the one between the yellow and the blue was muscular and had purple lights, and the one between the green and blue was small and the only girl had red lights. Over them were their names from left to right: Boyd, Edgar, Cal, Gloria, and Fred. “Introduce the spiffiest band around the city right now: 1010.” Gristol explained.

“Oh I’ve seen them, they're… shiny.” Sasha pointed out.

“And they look quite handso— I mean, inhuman. They look quite inhuman.” Milla responded with some slight blushing.

“1010 is NSR’s robotic boy band, complete with the looks, style and the moves.” Gristol explained. “The size of their fanbase is simply astounding. Security for them is tight.” Gristol explained some more.

“I can imagine that.” Sasha responded.

“So if we break into their concert we’ll get arrested? How are we going to take them down?” Milla asked.

“Don’t worry about it, they’re on tour. I’ve found a certain spot where your paths meet. It’s in Metro Division.” Gristol explained. “With some effort on your end, you’ll be on their flying limousine in no time.” He explained.

“You mean… we get to ride on their limo too?” Milla asked with a smile.

“Milla?” Sasha asked with confusion.

“I mean… let’s go!” Milla replied.

“Good luck you two!” Gristol responded as he waved Sasha and Milla goodbye.

~

When Milla and Sasha arrived in Metro Division, they saw how it looked. There was a bunch posters of 1010 all around. Needless to say, Milla was in awe.

“This must be the place.” Sasha said.

“How do you know?” Milla asked. Sasha pointed to the amount of fans behind the gate.

“Oh…” Milla responded.

“Let’s go.” Sasha spoke.

“Let’s do this.” Milla replied.

~

When they arrived on the limo. They saw 1010 posing. Milla was prepared…

“Your flying circus ends now, 1010!” Milla proudly announced. There was no response. “Uh… we’re here to stop you!” Milla spoke, again no response. “Hello?” Milla asked. Suddenly, the blue robot named Cal turned to her.

“Look, everybody. Our one true love is finally here. Let’s be the ideal lovers and give her our utmost attention.” Cal spoke.

“What?” Milla asked with slight annoyance.

“ATTENTION.” Cal spoke as he saluted. (As well as the other robots.)

“Uh… why are we saluting?” Milla asked.

“I don’t know.” Sasha responded.

“We salute you for gracing us with your exotic beauty.” The red robot named Gloria spoke.

“Your lustrous hair.” The purple robot named Edgar spoke.

“Your beautiful gaze.” The green robot named Fred spoke.

“Even your lips which form that radiant smile.” The yellow robot named Boyd spoke.

“Our breaths are stifled.” Cal explained. To which all of the other robots said stifle in sync.

“Hah, cute. But do you really think that you can sway Milla’s heart like that easily. She’s never going to fall for these cheap compliments. Right Milla?” Sasha chuckled. Milla didn’t respond. “Milla?” Sasha asked. He saw why Milla didn’t respond… …she was in love.

“Yes Sasha?” Milla said while being dazed in love. “You’re just saying that cause all of these guys are fawning over me.” Milla smiled.

“Milla, now’s not the time.” Sasha spoke.

“Did you hear what they said about my lips?” Milla giggled. Sasha immediately looked at 1010 in horror.

“What have you done to her 1010? You made her into a crazy fangirl!” Sasha asked in horror.

“Heh… seems that haters are gonna hate.” Cal chuckled. “When we show up, we get the sexy mission done. You better put on your thermal goggles because… …we’re gonna bring the heat!” He explained as he posed. The battle was definitely on.

~

“Aaah! They’re hot and sexy!” Milla screamed in excitement.

“Milla!” Sasha responded.

“What?” Milla asked. As she narrowly dodged a laser.

“You got distracted by them!” Sasha responded. As he strucked Gloria on the head.

“It’s not my fault that they’re sexy!” Milla explained as she strucked Cal’s head off.

“It will be if you get distracted by them!” Sasha replied as he breaks Cal’s body apart. Suddenly the two saw a giant machine flying by, with a man controlling it. He dressed up like a general, and had a robotic cyborg-like right eye.

“What was that?” Sasha asked.

“Intruders!” The man shouted as he landed the machine.

“Where?” Milla asked. “Oh. Us.” She spoke as she realized. “Who… who are you?” She asked.

“I am Captain Oleander, the manager of 1010. You mess with mu troops, you mess with me! 1010 never surrenders!” The man introduced himself. “Deploy! Maintain operation party all night!” He ordered as he activated the unknow machine which spawns… another Cal robot?

“Wh… what the hell?” Sasha asked.

“Baby… I’m electrifying!” Cal responded as he pointed to rock duo.

“Electrifying!” The other robots sang in unison. Activating their shields.

~

“There’s no use, they keep coming! We’re better off chilling with these handsome robots and checking out their crib and after that we can have a jacuzzi party with them and—”

“We must defeat that robot.” Sasha said as he pointed to Captain Oleander.

Milla reluctantly agreed, but decided it was for the best. She tried breaking one of the shields. But to no avail. Then she saw a purple light, and parried it against Gloria. That was her plan, parry the lights.

Sasha did that too, but with Fred. Causing him to break.

“Milla! Use your guitar!” Sasha spoke.

“Got it!” Milla replied as she activated her guitar, turning into a mechanical arm.

“How… how will that help?” Sasha asked.

Suddenly, they arrived at the stop. And saw Oleander respawning Fred and noticed that the robotic arm threw balls at him, causing the machine to break a bit.

And noticed that when they pose, they get their shields back up by the cheering fans. That was the strangest way it worked.

Fortunately the robotic arm broke the giant machine completely.

“Fire in the battery aft! Mayday! Mayday!” Captain Oleander shouted. Suddenly, the machine exploded. Causing the insides of 1010 to be revealed.

“Baby… I’m electrifying!” Cal responded in a distorted tone.

“Electrifying!” The other robots sang in unison.

~

“Oh no! They’re no longer handsome and sexy and gentlemanly and—”

“Good.” Sasha smiled. As he dodged.

The two waited when they arrived at their stop. Hearing the screams of horror from fans caused them to explode.

“Good. I think that’s that.” Sasha smiled. But suddenly, Captain Oleander came crashing in. “Nevermind.” Sasha spoke.

“As long as the flag of rhythm stands, I will keep on fighting! Commencing All Kill Protocol! For NSR!” Captain Oleander spoke as he activated the machine. Which turned upside down and began dancing.

~

Captain Oleander sent in several attacks.

One attack had him jumping up and summoning red claws and landing on Sasha and Milla who dodged.

Another attack involved him swinging a giant purple hammer. Which spawned some ammo to which Milla and Sasha picked up.

Another attack had him using a green sword. Which he swung.

And a final attack had him summoning bombs which were yellow and had ammo.

After that, Milla and Sasha launched the ammo at Captain Oleander. Causing him to be defeated.

“There’s only one thing left to do Milla.” Sasha told the guitarist.

“I don’t know if I can do this… but I’ll try!” Milla said with a frown. She set her guitar on attack mode, while Zuke prepared his drum sticks.

“BUNKA”

“JUNKA”

“SHAKALAKA-BAM!” they shouted. Causing a blue light to attack at the general. Which caused him to fall.

~

“You… you got me, soldier. You got me good!” Captain Oleander coughed. “Go ahead, finish the job!” He ordered. Milla and Sasha looked confused.

“Uh… we’re not here to finish you—”

“I know you sent DJ CCC out to space. I know you unplugged Raz. I know you broke Lili’s piano! You’re here for my factory, aren’t you? Just do it then! Do iiiiiit!” Captain Oleander yelled.

“Wh… what are you talking about? We just want to—”

“Fine! Go ahead and break my troops! But know that you’ll never break my spirit!” Captain Oleander coughed.

“Does… does he want us to kill his own boy band?” Sasha asked with worry.

“And why is he coughing?” Milla asked.

“Because I am a cyborg!” Captain Oleander shouted.

“I’m coughing up the blood… the blood that spilled from my mouth. I do it for NSRRRRRRRR!”

“Okay then… I think we’re going home… right now.” Milla spoke as she slowly left with Sasha following her.

“Home? I remember what home was like. I dream of a day where the children can run innocently on the streets again, their eyes glittering with jubilation. So I made a promise to myself. A promise to bring peace back to my people. And until that day comes, I vow to serve this city with my utmost dedication. Because that is who I am. I got soul. I am a soldier. Oh, what have I become? I have… changed so much. The things that I have done in the name of NSR, I would not wish it to my worst enemy. When I—” but before Captain Oleander finished his monologue. He noticed that Sasha and Milla were walking away. “Hey! I’m talking to you two! Where are you going?! Do you think what you’re doing is right?! What is it that you guys fight for? What is that you guys want?!” Captain Oleander asked several times.

“Uhm… I wouldn’t mind for a signed poster of 1010–”

“Milla.” Sasha pointed out.

“Ok ok ok.” Milla responded as the two continued to leave.

“Hold on! I have not reached the part about my deployment to the Azkar Faction in ‘68! It was unforgiving journey through the rdiges of Kewan. The chill was enough to brittle the spirit of any battle hardened warrior. As I trudged through the mountains with onky my compass and the parachute on my back…” Captain Oleander continued to monologue, but Milla and Sasha couldn’t hear it. As they left to the sewers.

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Physically? I am sitting in my bedroom. Mentally? Spiritually? I AM DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!! THESE TWO HAVE KILLED ME!!!!

(Another drawing! This was originally attempt #1 at drawing stan, and then fiddleford just showed up. Kinda feels like them five minutes after the above acting like nothing happened though, so it works sdjkgkjfshj)

[egophiliac]

ENG PLAYERS I BESEECH YOU

I have been informed that you guys are getting part 4 of episode 7 tomorrow, which means we are FINALLY going to get the official romanization of Revaan's name, somebody please tell me because I need to know what it is.

like, yes, it's probably just Revan/Levan, but look, I'm sitting here with my finger over the button of all these Laverne and Shirley jokes and just waiting for the opportunity to deploy them --

[mimimar]

finally completed my comic based on the song ivy by taylor swift!✿ please zoom in to read the text and see the details~

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you can get the digital zine pdf here! it includes extras like character profiles, costume design, more art of willow and ivy, zine-exclusive sketches and an illustrated guide to the symbolism of all the flowers in this comic.

you can also get prints of individual pages here!

✿.✿.✿

[otaku553]

New blorbo :)

Also a silly interaction with this piece

[opikiquu]

my life a movie (PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR)

[becasart]

Fic: Envy is the Enemy of Honor

Here is my second contribution for the @zkbigbang and guau! This scene though! It motivated me to try something new and make a comic in this format. Make sure y'all give everyone who participated on this project some love 😭💕

[ladystoneboobs]

imo one of the biggest proofs of sansa's character growth post-agot (which seems to be overlooked) is this, where grrm makes sure we know how her perspective of the trident incident has indeed shifted. why else even say this? it's not what the tyrells wanted to know, they asked about joff's treatment of her in particular, and "he lied about the butcher's boy" means nothing without context (and even if she said the lannisters used that lie to justify killing mycah, i doubt olenna, at least, would care). but for sansa atp, joffrey's sins against mycah are worth remembering and reporting as his first crime (known to her), that incident is now recognized as evidence of joff's montrosity, the wrongs committed against mycah by joffrey personally (as in not even his death) are on par with sansa losing her wolf and being beaten by the kg. sure, she still has some classism remaining, but to say she cares nothing for the smallfolk, and is still the same girl disgusted by mycah's smellyness, who later repeated joffrey's lie about him weeks after the fact and blamed arya for lady's death more than joffrey, that's just demonstrably untrue.

[wasyago]

the brainrot won

[odetojupiter]

uhhh so the number four is associated with death in certain cultures, including japanese, which is fitting for the butcher’s son, yes but just remember neil was supposed to be number three and jean was supposed to be number four ,and in every draft but one jean dies. he is symbolically saved from that fate by dodging the number four (being given, instead, the number three which represents REBIRTH of all things - i made a whole post about that if ur curious) because it means he was never marked for death. so in this draft, where he’s number three, but was supposed to be number four, he comes so close to death - to the point where renee doesn’t know how he’s still alive - because he was supposed to die, doomed by the narrative, but that number three saves him. that number three represents resurrection, and so he doesn’t die like he was supposed to. because he’s not number four, he’s number three. he comes back. he transforms, he heals. he becomes number 29 (i will eventually make a post about jean and the 29)

neil, though, was marked for death. he had the number four tattooed on him, and he goes through his own narrative believing he will die by the end of it. his survival, however, is foreshadowed in the very moment neil thinks he’s about to die - when he is kidnapped. lola burns the number four - the signifier of death - off his face, leaving him scarred, yes, but not marked for death anymore. and so he lives. and guess what: the number 10 represents the start of a new chapter, that one cycle is coming to an end and a new life is starting, one that you’ve worked hard for. so for the number four to be burned off of neil, that tells us neil is going to live. and when neil becomes neil legally, he settles into the number 10 properly. and his new life begins.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Danse Macabre

[Commission]

[veronicaneptunes]

A long time ago, we used to be friends... The Veronica Mars pilot aired 20 years ago today- on the 22nd of September, 2004.

[weabooii]

Ganzan Daishi | Ward Against Evil

[mossy-aro]

ultimately i think my insistence on aro positivity honestly is as much a political stance as a personal one.

when i say aro positivity is crucial and that i dislike doomer-ist posts that express sentiments like 'I hate being aro so much I wish I was dead instead’ it's not because I don’t think there can and should be a space for negativity and acknowledging self-hate, or the many ways being aromantic can really suck sometimes. i find that to be very important!

that being said. there is smth here about how self-hate posts are sometimes just arophobia that we inflict on ourselves. and when we put that out into the ether it (intentionally or not) can become arophobia that we inflict on other members of the community. i think there absolutely needs to be a place for negativity and the expression of anger and frustration and self loathing even - these are all good things to talk about because these are things that we experience. that being said, it can also be genuinely upsetting and triggering to people to have what is essentially arophobia shown to them and then have that be validated by other aspec people. your personal thoughts can affect your wider community on a level you may not anticipate. and i understand it i truly do! it took me so long to be able to recover from accepting being aroace - it threw my entire world off kilter and made me question everything about my place in the world.

but my insistence on aro joy and positivity is because ultimately i do believe that building is at the core essence of it all. that ultimately discussions and the purpose of community should be about construction, not destruction. and this is both a personal and a political stance. talking about how much you hate yourself and cultivating online discussions/spaces where negativity about aspec identity is the main and only theme is destructive - if that’s where we let the conversation end. these thoughts can and should be used as a vehicle to look for a path forward!

joy and positivity create a space where the focus can become on forging a path forward, on construction, on community building instead of tearing ourselves and others down with negative thoughts. it’s not productive or healthy when it stops at a place of negativity - it becomes actively destructive to the essence of community.

and i do think that this is especially poignant considering the fact that being any kind of queer, but especially aromantic (and/or asexual) means forging a path for yourself and making your own happiness where there is no obvious way forward. our communities exist mostly online (right now, anyway), there is little recognition of our existence in the real world, the effects of amatonormativity are both pervasive and actively dehumanising, and there are legal, economic and social structures in place actively making our lives more difficult. yes that all sucks! it’s good to acknowledge that. we need to in order to change it. but more importantly, that’s not the end. we are still here and our happiness, our future is for us to determine. even if we can’t change the laws or society, loving yourself and understanding aromanticism as a political identity (as well as personal), as a radical worldview, and as a protest against amatonormativity is essential for both community and personal well being. the personal is political.

tldr. i guess my point is that as a community, we should focus on building, improving, and nurturing ourselves and each other (construction) as opposed to destruction. we should recognise aromanticism and asexuality as political identities as well as personal ones and rely on community and self-love in the absence of anything else as a form of protest and political power. destruction (the recognition of everything that is wrong) is essential as a starting point - but where do we go from there? we rebuild.

[heartorbit]

heartbeat

[welcometogrouchland]

Disgustingly messy and crusty sketch dump but I couldn't get my own terrible theory out of my head and ended up making a bunch of sketches about it. Also at the end a bonus dickbats and Damian doodle bc I was reading an issue of their Batman and Robin run (IDs in Alt)