#sorry i got to this late

[underpaid-candyclub-employee]

Kevin panics a little.

"Do you want the candy? You can have the candy! Uh- take as much as you'd like!! Just not the whole store of course uh-" he frantically looks around.

[thatuselesshuman]

can you tell me a little about each rank of your military set up and how they are selected for the role? Feel free to ramble.

I'll gladly tell you 😁

Military Rankings (in order of most command -> least command):

General (most)

Archreapers

Rank I

Rank II

Rank III

Rank IV

Trainee (least)

This is just for the Reaper Section, but the Infantry and Reaper Sections don't ever usually answer to each other, so Infantry ranks don't matter (feel free to ask about them though, and I'll tell you).

So, explaining how they move between ranks requires a better explanation of stars. Stars are shown on every Reaper's uniform, and signify how many missions/people they've killed for the military. 1 mission completed and/or 50 kills = 1 star. If you get 500 or above stars, an X is displayed instead. Only two X's are currently in service, being the Archreapers Zero and Five (the oldest Archreapers). Stars correlate to command, salary, and privileges.

Also, small note, Reapers are the sector of the military with Affinities (powers). Everyone with an Affinity is conscripted when their 20, with a couple exceptions delaying to 24.

So, now for rank explanations!

Archreaper:

Requirements: Specially chosen. No one knows a surefire way to become one, even when there's an opening. Only known commonality is sheer power of their Affinity

Less than 1% death rate

Can wear whatever the hell they want, as long as their stars/X is displayed somewhere (usually back)

Their names are removed from everything, replaced with One ~ Nine

There has only been one Zero Archreaper

Usually old as dirt

Rank I Reapers:

Requirement: earn 150 stars

10% death rate

Wear White Uniforms with a patch identifying their affinity on their left arm

Wear a porcelain-like mask on the left half of their face. They aren't allowed to take off the mask unless they are alone, a superior officer tells them to, or are with their S/O (only one other than superior officer allowed to see them without it. Not even kids are allowed)

Highest level you can rise to for most people

Rank II Reapers:

Requirement: earn 50 stars

42% death rate

Wear Red Uniforms with a patch identifying their affinity on their left arm

Wear a simple silver circlet in their hair

wear a full cape that goes to the small of the back

Rank III Reapers:

Requirement: earn 10 stars

56% death rate

Wear Yellow Uniforms with a patch identifying their affinity on their left arm

Most Reapers are in this rank

wear a half cape on their right arm that goes down to the small of the back

Rank IV Reapers:

Requirement: pass Trainee exam

50% death rate

Wear Dark Blue Uniforms with a patch identifying their affinity on their left arm

Trainees:

Requirements: A power & passing the entrance test (changes every year, always deadly)

90% of Trainees die before they reach Rank IV

Wear Light Blue uniforms with a patch to identifying their affinity on their left arm

Called ‘Archreaper chow’ because the high death rate means jokes about Archreapers eating trainees for breakfast are common among upper ranks

Trainee exam: A fight to the death between you and a person in agreement (if unable to choose, fights will be randomly assigned). No intervention allowed, the fight ends when one person's pulse stops. All weapons, tactics, and Affinities allowed within the confines of the battlefield.

Most of our mc's are this Rank

Other things that may be of interest/use:

Reaper Uniforms:

Color depending on Rank

Names are displayed on the front of the overcoat

Slightly cropped folded overcoat

Stars are displayed on the back of the uniform

Stars on the top of the shoulders dependant on rank

Pants with a belt that has loops to hang things off of & places to store weapons

Pants are usually tucked into lace up combat boots that reach mid calf

Combat boots have straps across the laces and heel for support

Black undershirts (regardless of rank) with high-neck necklines and cut off sleeves

Squads:

Trainees are split into squads with 15 other Trainees

The squads are led by a Rank IV Reaper who goes through the program with them

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When Trainees reach Rank IV, many squads are combined because of the high death rate

The squads include Rank III at this point

The member with the highest standing (usually star #) becomes squad leader

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When a Reaper reaches Rank II, they leave their squads and join teams of 4 Rank II and 2 Rank I

Highest standing is squad leader, unless both Rank I agree to co-lead

Original Trainee Squads are usually kept together throughout the ranks, but death rates and different ascension rates means it's not guaranteed

Okay, I think that's all I'm going to say for now. As usual, feel free to ask further about anything and everything you're curious about! I'm always happy to answer

[shanicetjn]

I’ve drawn a few of my OCs if you wanna see them

Omigosh- Yes please!! I love learning about other people's OCs. Fire away! :3c ♥

[nymphoutofwater]

And why? Cultural norms? Personal schedule? “Cause I’m always late to everything”?

Bonus points: Region and/or ethnicity?

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT Text) Happy very, very late Mother's Day!

I am not saying that zuko is sokkas substitute for kya. or they look in any way similar! The whole concept here is that something was happening at the moment, be it how they were laying in bed, how the hair pooled over the pillow, or how sokka was able to hold onto it. It just brought sokka back. It triggered a memory, and suddenly he relived a brief memory. Making him suddenly miss his mother again. hope you enjoy!

[mud-muffin]

Tea time with your future little sister 😌

[kiwichils]

may be a month late but whatever, pride is forever <3

[earthyorangeaid]

My brain as soon as I saw the Ithaca saga on Spotify…. Finally…

[timethehobo]

Oops did it again. More photoshoot inspos with Emmrich cos I couldn’t help myself. 🤲

[canisalbus]

If only Machete wasn't so distinctly white and waifish. Otherwise one could possibly use a lookalike to fake his death and just run away with vasco. But finding someone that resembles machete would be almost as hard as making the choice to end a life to save your own.

.

[drenched-in-sunlight]

marriage life.

[albaake]

This might be a little random, but I just want to shout out the artists who try different approaches and have vastly different headcanons from what's considered "the norm" within the COTL fandom. You guys are the MVP.

You guys give us a new flavor and taste we never thought we would like, despite gatekeepers trying to push their opinions and telling you to "do this!" or "It should be that!", you guys can just ignore them and do whatever you like is incredible.

TLDR: Let people share their stories the way they want to. I'm sorry to say this but not everyone is gonna ship the sheep and the cat, hell the story might not be ship-focused, and that's okay! God forbid we have variety in this house-

so ye that my lil rant for the day :)

[senipsenipsenip]

Eventually, the scrapbook ended. The sun had fallen beneath the horizon hours ago, and some nagging part of Stan's brain was telling him kids shouldn't be up this late. Unless they're breaking into a mini golf course. He jerked his head back, furrowing his brow. That was...oddly specific.

"Grunkle Stan?" a little voice - Mabel - questioned. He looked down at his knee to see where his great-niece was sitting, eyeing him with no small degree of concern. "Are you okay?"

He ruffled her hair. "'Course, Pumpkin. Just trying to shake some of those memories back in the right place, huh?" He gave an exaggerated shake of his head, smacking the side like he was trying to get water out his ears. "Got a straggler! Hup! There we go," he grinned, lowering his hand. "Good as new!"

Whatever he said must have been the right thing, because Mabel's eyes had lit up like he'd told her he was turning the Mystery Shack into a cotton candy emporium and Dipper had a sudden death grip on his other leg.

"Geez kid, you're clawing through my pants here," he grumbled, making no move to take away his nephew's hand. "Haven't you chewed your nails off by now? How're they so sharp?"

"You called me Pumpkin," Mabel whispered.

"You remembered I chew my nails," Dipper said in awe. Then he frowned. "Hey, how come Mabel gets a nice one and I get a gross one."

Stan shrugged. "'Cause she's nice, and you're gross."

"Ha! Zoom!" Mabel pumped a fist in the air before collapsing back into Stan's lap in a fit of giggles. Dipper rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as he settled back against Stan's other side. Ford stayed perched on the arm of the chair, smiling fondly, but eyebrows still drawn together.

"What's the matter, Sixer?" Stan frowned as Ford grimaced at the nickname. "What?"

Ford waved off Stan's concern. "It's nothing. It's..." Ford sighed. "I'm sorry. It's not nothing. I just don't want to..." He pursed his lips.

"Don't leave us hanging." There was a shake in Stan's voice, and Mabel shifted closer to her Grunkle.

"I'm glad this has been helpful to you," Ford muttered. "But...you don't remember everything. Not really."

"Whaddya mean?" Stan asked. "I remember you, the kids, Soos. The freeloading jerk who steals my sandwiches." Stan glared at Waddles who simply oinked and started trying to eat his shoelace. Whatever. Free pass for jump starting his memories. He better not get used to it.

Dipper sat up. "Yeah, what do you mean, Great Uncle Ford?"

Ford frowned. "I just... Hm." He seemed to be weighing something in his mind before turning to Stan with some resolve.

"Stanley," he began slowly. "I hope you appreciate what I'm about to do for you."

"That's not terrifyingly ominous," Stan muttered, glancing around at the available exits.

"Do you remember my - " Ford cleared his throat. "My first kiss?"

Stan froze. "What?"

"My first kiss, do you remember it?"

"I was there?"

"Yes. Unfortunately a lot of people were."

Mabel squealed beside Stan. "Ooo! Romance memories! How old were you? Was it high school? Was it a high school romance? Was it star-crossed love between the nerd and the cheerleader?"

"Mabel, I think Grunkle Stan is supposed to figure that stuff out."

Mabel sat up and stared at Stan expectantly. "Come on Grunkle Stan! I need details!"

Stan shook his head, nose wrinkling like he'd smelled something rotting. "How should I know? Who asks their brother that sort of thing?"

"Precisely." Ford spoke with the same air of professionalism he adopted when explaining his theories, despite the alarming shade of red his face was becoming. "So far it seems that your memories are returning based on external stimuli, whether that be Mabel's scrapbook or our own prompting."

"So, wait, you're saying I won't get all my memories back?"

"No! No that's not what I'm saying," Ford held up his hands. "What I'm saying is we can't expect them all to come back at once. And at the risk of turning the Shack into the set of the Johnny Carson show, we'll keep asking you questions."

Stan frowned. "What if I don't wanna remember my brother smooching some babe?"

Ford turned redder. "You do."

"I do? Geez, I was a perv."

"In the meantime," Ford pressed. "It's important to take note of any stimulus you experience that makes you remember something. Even if it doesn't paint the whole picture for you, we can fill in the blanks. Or prompt you to remember more details."

Dipper grinned. "And then we get to learn more about the secrets you've been hiding, old man."

Stan lifted his hand to give Dipper a well-earned noogie, but paused before he could make contact. "Old man...did you...did you tell me to shut up one time and then punched me?"

Dipper balked. "What? No I - "

"YEAH no WAY that'd be CRAZY!" Mabel interjected a bit too loudly. "Anyway let's get back to that kissing story, huh?"

"Actually Mabel, I don't know if I want to hear about Great Uncle Ford kissing anybody either."

"Oh come on, Dipper. Are you jealous that The Author got someone to kiss him and you didn't?"

"What? No!"

"Some girls like nerds."

"Mabel I don't want to think about anybody in this room kissing anybody."

"You could learn from him Dipper! Figure out how to wield your nerdish charms. Soon you'll be like a kissing machine!"

"MABEL -"

The twins were silenced by a sudden gasp from Stan. His eyes were wide and unfocused, his jaw hanging open as if someone had knocked the wind out of him.

"Holy - " he choked out softly.

"Grunkle Stan?" Dipper sat up fully. "Are you okay?"

Stan didn't acknowledge him, eyes darting around minutely.

"Grunkle Stan?" Mabel asked softly. "Did you remember something?" Moisture had begun to gather in the corners of Stan's eyes, one of his hands covering his mouth as he began to shake.

"Great Uncle Ford?" Dipper turned to Ford, worry stitching his brows together. But Ford didn't look worried. If anything, he looked like he wanted to disappear through the floor. His face was an alarming shade of red, nearly identical to his sweater. Stan let out another choked sound.

"Are you..." Mabel trailed off. "Grunkle Stan are you laughing?" He was quaking now, his hand falling from his mouth to reveal a wide, open-mouthed smile. He began slapping the arm rest with his free hand, eyes squeezed shut and tears rolling down his cheeks. Dipper and Mabel shared a look. Sure, they'd seen Stan laugh before, but it was usually a loud guffawing thing. They'd never seen him like this. They shared a tentative smile. Either this was the hardest they'd seen him laugh, or he had really snapped.

Ford seemed to pick up on their worry. "He's fine," Ford offered. "He's just...remembering my first kiss." At Ford's words, Stan let out a loud cackle, burying his face in his hands.

Mabel cocked her head. "But what's so funny about -"

"You children must be exhausted," Ford blurted out, standing abruptly. "Come now, go wash up then head to bed!"

"Oh no you don't!" Stan shouted. He wiped tears from his eyes, still smiling. "You're not getting out of this one, pal!"

"Stanley, this conversation is hardly appropriate for children -"

"You brought it up!"

"And now I'm putting a stop to it."

Stan grabbed his head. "Ooooo ow," he gave an exaggerated groan. "My poor head. The mean man won't let me share my memories so they're all going away!"

"Stanley, please don't joke about that."

"I'm fading away - "

"Stanley."

Stan crossed his arms. "You know, you really know how to take the fun out of amnesia."

"Yeah! Come on Grunkle Ford," Mabel pouted. "You can't just leave us hanging!"

"Yeah!" Dipper joined in. "If it's a funny story I want to hear it."

Ford spluttered, pulling at the sleeves of his sweater and looking around for an exit.

"Come on, Sixer," Stan chimed in. His eyes had gone soft around the edges. "I think the kids deserve a funny story."

After today went unspoken. Ford met Stanley's gaze, already feeling his resolve melting before he even turned to his grand-niece and nephew's inquisitive smiles.

"Alright," Ford conceded. "But to maintain the integrity of the exercise, Stanley will be the one to tell it. Whatever he doesn't remember, I can fill in."

Stan rubbed his hands together. "Oh boy, this'll be good."

"I regret this already."

"It's alright Great Uncle Ford," Dipper patted his shoulder. "We have a whole summer's worth of stuff we get to make fun of Grunkle Stan for. This just gives us stuff to use against you now. Levels the playing field."

Ford frowned. "Is that meant to be comforting?"

Dipper shrugged.

"Alright you two, enough yapping." Stan grinned, leaning forward in his seat and spreading his hands out in front of him. It was the same way he started his campfire tales. Mabel and Dipper met each other's eyes and smiled.

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl named Kiss-Bot..."

[gingermaple]

i got an ask about grian's fluffy ears but tumblr ate it :'( here are the doodles i did anyways

fun fact: i designed his ears to look like little head wings, especially when pinned back

[lovesickgoose]

It's sweaty medic season

[vantablackdraws]

can you draw millia and/or elphelt… girlfriends yk

"Take a look at my girlfriend~"