#souls nonsense

[soulreapin]

keith “i miss stupid things on earth” kogane

lance “like what?” mcclain

keith “the color orange and 7/11 and my bedsheets and you” kogane

[soulchronicity]

[Headcanoning HMS' to be queer in their genders is funny with Whole just being a he/him cis man. What do you mean your Mind is trans, your Heart is genderfluid, and your Soul is [redacted] and you're just cis? Is it like a math problem, since the three all use he to some degree? Is Whole he cubed?]

[zorangezest]

soundwave and bee, just some designs I made for fun!

[captain-astors]

More Macaw Luffy, and a quick rundown on how I imagine this AU works! Because even if I just created it for the sake of fun I do like continuity.

Simple premise, everyone has wings, and usually tails and some other feathers. However, the majority of people don’t have wings strong enough to properly “fly”, instead they just glide and hop around. Devil Fruit users have the additional handicap of getting quickly exhausted if they try to fly over bodies of water.

The exceptions are as follows;

People with large wings and the strength to sustain flight; (ex: Dracule Mihawk)

People with Devil Fruits with the specific benefit of flight (ex: Marco)

People with Devil Fruits that can be used to propel them (ex: Ace)

People from the cloud islands, but outside of their own altitude it tends to be tricky.

Preening, chirping, etc. is all possible because I think it's fun.

[mikami1992]

DPxDC Imagine what it would be like..

It seems that the entire DPxDC Tumblr community has come to the conclusion that Phantom King Danny is one of the most OP characters that can exist in both places….

And also a cliché in these stories is that some incident occurs and Constantine arrives with the Phantom King summoning spell to solve it, although as far as he knows, Pharia Dark is still the king.

But, let's be aware that if we stick to the more paranoid side of the wizard, we know that he will leave the option of summoning until the last resort, especially if he knows that there is a high possibility that said summoning will be a trigger for mutual destruction (of the enemy in turn and the JL)…

So, it is very likely that he will first get other options at the first opportunity he has,

Now imagine that in a mission (search for an object, stop a cult, investigate some reports) Constantine meets Danny Phantom and our favorite scammer will possibly look for a way for them to end up calling each other to solve things related to the other.

and the moment Constantine realizes that he has been "summoning" (via phone number/personal summoning seal) the new ghost king, is when the JLD and JL fail to stop the summoning of a cult that seeks world destruction/domination….

How do you think the situation would be, because I mean, everyone expects Pharia Dark, a giant Viking with so much fury and blood lust that he destroys worlds for fun and in reality they end up receiving a skinny teenager with a cup of coffee and on the verge of collapse due to final exams…

[mythalism]

writing poorly, cringe-ly, messily, embarrassingly, like a 13 year old, incorrectly, and riddled with grammar mistakes but authentically and with genuine humanity is always going to be infinitely more valuable than even the most technically "perfect" genAI output. hope this helps

[aeon-uriel]

the sillys are at it again boss

[neon-catarina]

neoncatperson actually animating for once?????? AND its cccc related?????????? woah?????

who wants to listen to me ramble about why be born is my favourite song btw

[fandomflux33]

Which One Piece Characters Would Wear Nail Polish?

Luffy: He had fun doing nail painting with the others and chose red, but was too impatient for it to dry. It looks like a blood stain and crinkled funny with Luffy’s rubber punches.

Zoro: Was once “persuaded” (Nami said she’d take off some of his debt) to try nail polish. He chose a dark green and he pulls it off, but he couldn’t care less about hygiene or appearance. Because he doesn’t usually do much hand-to-hand combat, and his hands are usually safe behind hilt guards, the paint surprisingly went awhile without chipping. His nail care in general is atrocious though.

Nami: Her nails usually stay neat enough for regular polish. She likes corals and tangerines. Acrylics SHOULD make it hard to do cartography, but Nami somehow maintains perfect dexterity in spite of her trade. At least two of her nails are usually short for practicality (iykyk).

Sanji: Flat-out refuses. He works with his hands and getting nail polish flakes in his cooking would be disastrous. (Tried nail polish once on Kambaka island, had fun, felt fancy. This threatened his masculinity and he refused to look at the stuff again).

Usopp: The Thriller Bark trio and Robin sometimes hang out and do their nails. Usopp only occasionally paints his nails, but when he does he usually chooses a black or sparkly bright yellow (adds to his god aura). He works with a lot of tools and explosives so his nails get chipped pretty quickly. He’s naturally talented at nail art and experiments with attaching gadgets and special powders to Nami and Franky’s nails.

Chopper: Has fun painting his hooves with nailpolish with the thriller bark trio + Robin. Usopp likes doing nail art on Chopper most because hooves are a much bigger canvas to work with. Chopper tries not to paint his nails/hooves when he’s in (or knows he’s going to be in) one of his rumble ball forms because strange things happen to the polish when he changes forms.

Robin: Robin likes nail polish. Painting nails is a fun bonding activity she never got to indulge in as a child on the run. She likes purples, blacks, blues, and archeology-inspired nail art. However, her nail polish is always short-lived, as, after painting her nails, she can’t (doesn’t) use her Devil fruit powers to make hands (at least, not when others are looking). The crew had a huge fight once about whether the nail polish would transfer to her hand copies, and she refuses to give them an answer.

Frankie: Sure! Frankie’s more into body mods than body art, but he’ll ask Robin to apply some of Usopp’s SUPER nail gadgets if he’s bored. Chopper, Usopp, and Nami like painting Frankie’s metal parts with nail polish graffiti while he’s napping [He accidentally got high off nail polish fumes one time they did this].

Brook: Soul King’s unique combination of glam rock, soul, and funk makes nail polish a staple of his stage costume. He has trouble getting the nail polish off of his bones though… Brook has a lifetime (one week) ban from the thriller bark trio’s nail art night because of his lust for panties.

Jimbe: Jimbe is here against his will. Jimbe fell asleep while on watch once and woke up with a full face of makeup and hot pink nails. He’s not upset, just disappointed.

[helinedmightbehere]

listening to cccc in the background while doing random shit might just be the funniest thing i think

like i'll be reheating a burger or something while souls 20th breakdown of the day is blasting in my ears . do you want a mediocre burger too little guy . would that help

[calamarispiderart]

is it subdermal if you cant see the skin?

[soulreapin]

“if the pen is mightier than the sword

why do i cut my fingers on the blade

is it the ink that is poisonous

and not the handle”

[soulchronicity]

A fun fact for you all: Our base designs of HMS [which have been updated but will not be seen for a little while, due to a project] have gained nicknames. Lunar, Solar, and Stellar respectively. Whole's is a work in progress.

[nevertheless-moving]

unable to stop dwelling on the discworld trouser leg of time where, in the penultimate fight scene in Nightwatch, Carcer manages to kill teenage Sam Vimes.

Which means that the future that Duke Vimes came from can no longer exist, which means he can’t go home. Meanwhile you’ve got a bunch of history monks with stored up temporal energy, a prepared space outside of time, and the need to do some desperate damage control before the Auditors get involved. Death shows up, reality is unweaving, Sam is reading Carcer his discworld miranda rights because what else is he supposed to do.

and finally, with little other option, the monks de-age Sam so he fits the time period and send him back out into the fray.

(they didn't call it deageing of course. His memory is hazy, splintered during that terrible in between moment, They....took the time out of him? Sanded away the edges of his self for a terrible, workable fit? It...wasn't a good feeling.)

Just—damn. Sam Vimes having to live his whole crapsack life over again, but this time as his disillusioned-reillusioned, unwillingly-character-developed, noir-epic, Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes self. 

Younger (Older? He's never felt so Old, His steps so Childlike, reality twisting in his gut like one of Dibbler's pies) Sam Vimes walking around in a haze after the revolution. Desperate to go home, knowing he can’t. Wanting to drink. Knowing he can’t.

The whole precinct feels pity, he really took Keel’s death hard, hardly speaks except to do his job. Eventually he has to grit his teeth and start being present, because what else is there to do?

Resists the urge to drink until Colon takes the whole watch out to celebrate because -he’s going to be a father!

Come on Sammy, one drink won’t kill you— and after the first drink he’s cracking jokes and after the second hes smiling and after the third hes honestly the life of the party and sometime after that he’s crying about how he was going to be a father and my wife would be ashamed if she saw me drinking like this and— 

Oh shit, Did anyone else know he had a wife?? A PREGNANT wife??? What—aren’t you like 12—no you're 17 now aren't you but when did—

You guys n’ver met ’er—oh gods none if you ev’n know ‘er, is jus’ me...

What—when did you lose—

I lost her the same damn day I los’ ev’rythin else, whadya think...bleeding Carcer...the fuckin revolution...

So! That! Sam only vaguely remembers the night, but rumors travel faster than light on the disc, so by the next day the whole damn city knows about poor Sam brung low by the loss of his poor, tragic, pregnant wife, so young to be a widower, and the Seamstresses nod because they already knew, don’t ask them how, somethings you just have to know in that trade.

And his mother—I don’t know, sue me, I’m a time travel fiend but there’s something deeply intriguing about a man meeting his dead parent, who is somewhat younger than him, and stepping into the old relationship like a badly fitting thing that's supposed to fit well. She would know, right? How would she deal with her son’s impossible grief? Maybe she wouldn’t know—he spent most of the time out of the house, running with different street gangs, maybe he avoids her until she dies and lives with the guilt twice over. God, we don’t even know her name. There’s just so much narrative and emotional potential that I don’t even know where to start.

When he’s on duty, which is most time - it’s agonizing because at first he remembers cases, saves lives that would have been lost. But the more time passes, the hazier his memory because in the original timeline he was becoming an alcoholic. Fuck! A kid dies and he could have saved her if he hadn’t been such a drunk, if he had just remembered where the asshole lived, but it’s all a haze, and he wants to drown out his guilt, but that’s what caused this in the first place.

Good young Sammy, who spends his rare off-time in dusty libraries (and yes, the irony that he’s apparently Carrot now is not lost on him) reading gods-only-know.

It’s not like he can ask the wizards for help, cutthroat and vicious as they are now in the not-so-distant-past.

Good young Sam, who...talks to the Broken Drum’s pet Bouncer like he’s a real person and not a dumb rock? That’s a bit weird, but he’s a bit of a funny guy.

Good old Sam, who believed the testimony of the dwarf who said the humans were trying to rob him and let the dwarf go??

the PROBLEMS this man would cause, good grief. Can you imagine a moderately progressive middle aged man with some degree of begrudging diversity and equity training that he did, for all his sins, pay attention to, suddenly going back to like, 1990, going back just 30 years, and going...oh damn this is kind of fucked up, no man you can’t say that, holy shit.

Except Sam’s lived through even more rapidly shifting social moroes! There’s no seamstress guild, there’s no women allowed inside the university, there’s no black ribboner’s society. People hunted trolls for their teeth! But Sam can’t just unlearn everything, and he can’t shut up, and he has no real luck and anyway he would absolutely get himself (temporarily) fired.

FUCK. Sam has no idea what to do with that. None. Zero clue. Wanders around in a haze until that dwarf he saved from police brutality finds him and insists on repaying the debt. No, he insists, do you have any idea what debt means to a dwarf?

“Sort-of?” he replies hesitantly, and that honest admission of incomplete knowledge shows a hell of a lot more respect and understanding than any self proclaimed dwarf-expert ever did.

Gets a job as a surface man, hauling rocks into the city. It’s backbreaking work, but, in true Discworld fashion, it’s also one hell of a workout (again the irony of being Carrot is not lost him. he freezes for a minute while hauling a rock cart, when he remembers he's technically Lost Nobility too, in a strict sense, but someone curses at him in the street and he's comfortingly grounded)

And here is where this au slides into a SPECTACULAR romantic comedy, BEAR WITH ME. Because in his time on the Watch he’s already done noir, action adventure, war story, detective who dunnit, psychological horror, but guards guards only allowed him to be a romance protagonist in an extremely limited context.

Give me righteous, twenty-something-looking, can’t-say-he-doesn’t-have-style, young Sam Vimes, not an alcoholic,  being fed three square meals a day by his dwarven forced found family, hauling rocks. He is startled to find him bumping his head on a low hanging bar that he doesn’t think used to be there, eventually realizing that he’s an inch or two taller than he remembers. Huh. Guess all that bearhuggers really did stunt his growth.

Still doesn’t get what some of the looks from women he’s getting are about, sure, he’s dirty but so is everyone else. Fine, he took his shirt off, but it’s hot out, there’s far wrinklier than him hauling heavy loads, get a life. 

Happens to glance in the Ankh one day when it’s particularly slow and shiny and is startled to realize that he might be turning heads for a different reason. Oh. Right, not that he was ever a heartbreaker, but he did alright for himself... when he was a younger and his face hadn’t been broken so many times. Which...it isn't now.

Is mildly disturbed by the revelation.

Especially once things blow over at the precinct and what with high mortality rates, he ends up with getting hired again. The boys are delighted to have him back, nevermind that he’s an odd one, noone is ever quite in your corner like Vimsey, absence makes the heart fonder, no one else works that hard, and he’s not even competition for promotion. All around great guy, we should set him up with somebody and just, no.

It just keeps getting worse! He’s literate! He’s a feminist! He believes abuse victims! He’s got a tragic backstory! He’s unreasonably good in a fistfight! He’s kind to animals! Word gets around that there’s a good man on the watch and he’s just waiting for a good woman to come snap him up. The widower excuse doesn’t hold people off completely, and for some it’s its own sort-of appeal. 

Things REALLY become stressful after he rescues that carriage full of noblewoman.

What’s he supposed to do? Let them get robbed? Or worse? Chasing down and beating up 10 goons is as easy as beating up one, when they’re that stupid, getting separated like that, drunk and distracted, and he knows these streets better than anyone, really it’s nothing. And oh lord he’s Modest too.

I mean, they were genuinely greatful, as genuine as people like that are capable of being, the skill having grown rusty. And then there is something...magnetic about the man. An air of command.

So, soon enough you get Lady Marigold of Marigrave calling on Treckle Road for that gallant young officer who rescued them, she really needs to thank him. And Viscountess Elanor Thitzferal specifically requesting that he guard her at her next soiree. And Baroness Julieta van Shoeholten insisting that he come to her home while her husband’s away, for... manly protection.

Aaaah just zero sympathy from the guys. None. 'It’s become a competition, they’re just trying to see who can get me into bed first, it’s like I’m a piece of meat, you can’t send me sir, the Marquess greeted me in a nightee last time you made me go to—' and 'small gods Vimes are you even listening to yourself, shut the hell up'.

Simultaneous to this, (again this is several years into the timeline) swamp dragon accessories come into style. Which means abandoned swamp dragons scrounging on the street. Vimes takes one back to his apartment, blows his paycheck on dragon medicine, and eventually, heart in his chest, brings it to the Ramkin estate. The sunshine orphanage doesn’t even exist yet and he’s just standing outside the gates like an idiot, what is he thinking. Turns around, but her carriage is pulling up and—

well. they meet. it's cute. he's never felt so young. he's never felt so old, too old for her, too poor—

and certainly her thoughts linger too long on the awkward, kindly, handsome young commoner, but is it any wonder she doesn't quite connect it to the stern, dangerous, sexy young guard the ladies seem to be in some quiet, cuthroat competition over?

i have this gorgeous, absurd scene in my head in which Vimes is strong armed into standing guard at some high society soiree and one of the pushiest ladies insists he dance with here, or, if he prefers, if he's not confident about his skills, he can dance with her in-private at her home and he’s like [grinding teeth, looking for a way out, seeinf one] “I would be honored to dance with you.”

Steps right into some ultra-complex dance with multiple partner swaps (she never thought he'd pick this one, devilishly intimidating to one not strictly trained, and you barely spend anytime with your first partner).

But he does alright. Better than alright, for a common man, sometimes misstepping but his hands and feet always end up where they need to be. Raises several eyebrows part way into the song because he's throuwing in some slightly scandalous, no innovative, extra lifts and twirls that wouldn't become fashionable for another decade or two. Who even is that guy? Some out of towner? No, no he's in a guards uniform...how very strange.

Gets to Sybll and she's used to embarrassment during these dances, she tries to get out of them when she can... but can't always. Men awkwardly skipping the lifts, or worse, trying and failing. But him — oh it's him, the one who helped little Erold, and looked at her like—like—well like she was someone beautiful. And he's doing it again, and he's strong and there's a quiet moment where she's in the air, they lock eyes, and the rest of the room melts away.

And then the partners change again, the moment ended.

Just...living throught it all again. To the left, a dance he almost knows the steps to, throwing others off balance with erratic moves , honest mistakes, and delibrate stepping on toes. Improvising. Ruining. Improving. Getting far, far too much attention.

Hes almost excited when the first assassains start coming after him. It's like a hobby.

Everyone tells him he should get a hobby.

Interactions with young vetinari...I don't have the energy to write it all down, the slow circling in on each other, both burning with the need to fix the city, save it, their city.

needless to say he ends up fired again, life under real threat after offending some high lord.

Conveniently enough he has an employment opportunity- bodyguard to fucking Vetinari on his 'grand sneer.' The bastard knows vimes isn't what he seems, though sam is pretty sure that he doesnt know the exacts.

Vetinari hypothesis:(the ghost of keel? Keels son, with some hereditary curse? Or a larger spirit of justice possessing a string of unrelated souls? He knows things he shouldn't- mind reader? Fortune teller? Havelock once arranged for a wizard to bump into him on the street, the magical fool gave an odd double look and then muttered something about destiny looping in on itself giving him a headache. Destiny? Lost noble? And hes far too familiar with sybyl, one of the few bearable noblewomen in this city. And his thoughts on guilds, when havelock can trip him into speaking... Most of all, if hes reading him at all correctly (for all the mystery hes not that hard to read, unless thats a very clever cover) then it seems that behind those dark haunted eyes is Respect. Loyalty. For vetinari. What an interesting man. A puzzling asset. An intriguing threat. )

Did I mention the timeline is changing, healing slowly around the place where it was torn? Healing enough around scars to perhaps get some flexibility back, with some painful stretches and...massaging of said scar tissue?

And hes heading to unresting uberwald, a place where a werewolf pack still hunts humans and, truely unrelated but perhaps equally exhausting, an eldritch spirit of vengeance just might be looking to stretch its legs in a hapless vessel?

Opening drabble Vimes Vetinari Meta (Unwell) Scene from the Uberwald Grand Sneer

[dasiesanddarkness]

did some research and i am now absolutely certain that Wylan Van Eck would own a ball python, walk around the house with it around his neck, and name it Julius Squeezer

[dollypopup]

The way some of y'all talk about Luke Newton is just. . .I need this fandom to check itself with a swiftness, because the very thinly veiled ableism is ENOUGH. Like it is WILD to see, in the year of our lord 2024, people either actively infantalizing or talking down this grown man.

Calling Luke Newton stupid for behaviors that are just him displaying his Neurodivergence? Ableism. Saying it because it takes him longer to answer a question is ableism. Saying it because he said something 'incorrectly' or not as eloquently on the fly as his neurotypical costars? Ableism.

Saying he's boring because he's quiet or he doesn't talk as much (because he often needs more processing time and/or has anxiety to surmount) is ableism. Knitpicking his social media and how he doesn't interact as much with a fandom that has actively been cruel to him is ableism.

Assuming Luke is out here like some helpless little lamb clinging to Nicola because 'oh, she's his comfort person!' instead of recognizing that they both lean on and like each other? Is ableism. Saying he has a one sided infatuation with her BECAUSE he needs her as said comfort person is ableism. Essentially being all 'awwww, poor wee baby, he has anxiety so thankfully his neurotypical costar is there to pick up the slack!' is. ableism. You cannot in one breath say that Nicola's love language is touch but also that Luke is the only one ever reaching to hold her hand because he needs her to ground him. That's ableism.

They both like each other. They have a very close relationship and they both clearly admire the other and like to be around one another. To frame it as him being some inept toddler and her as his more capable caretaker and 'thank God he has her to give him the save' is ableism! That's ableism, babes!! And in many cases people don't recognize that's what they're taking part in, but that's what it is.

He is a grown man and a hell of an actor. Yes, he's quieter than some of his costars. Yes, he contemplates what he says in his mind before he says it, and it takes him some time to do so. Yes, he doesn't behave the way his neurotypical peers do. He doesn't have to. He won't- because he has a neurodivergent brain. And he shouldn't have to behave as a neurotypical person or an 'acceptable' neurodivergent person to have respect from people who claim to be his fans.

He's been outspoken and unapologetic about being a neurodivergent actor with ADHD and dyslexia and how that can contribute to difficulties in the current media machine. He has discussed his coping mechanisms. He has specifically done so because he knows how difficult it can be to be a neurodivergent person in the limelight, and he uses that spotlight to show other neurodivergent actors they can be successful, too. And people saw this openly neurodivergent man and said some mad out of pocket nonsense about him.

As the tour comes to a close, I just really need people to look back on their beliefs and viewpoints during it and do some reflection, because I am side-eying a LOT of takes that have gone largely uncontested.