#spacetime duo

[schellis]

Did an Arcane portrait style study with my two favorite ocs :]

(as usual, open image for higher quality)

[fuck-you-im-the-president]

wait until you find out that you actually love and cherish Tubbo in the future 😒‼️

what. when does this happen. what.

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

With the Inspector and Emerald visiting the 1960s or 1970s,

it will be interesting to see how people perceive what looks like a middle-age Arab man with a Caucasian girl.

[saintvainglorious]

Fics I Enjoyed in January - DC Comics Fic Rec List Part 2

I am still neck-deep in DC fandom this month and the fics have been so so good. Unlike last time, I am too tired to write mini summaries/reviews, so I'm going to feature my favorite quote from each fic instead.

My first DC Comics fic rec list is here!

Floor Plans by @oh-mother-of-darkness (Teen & Up, 1k, 2016) “I really didn’t want to die,” he finished. “I was kind of hoping if I laid here long enough, I would remember what that felt like.”

Losing two brothers in six months takes an emotional toll.

almost right by @bitimdrake (Teen & Up, 3k, 2020) He desperately wishes that he didn’t know what Dick’s cheekbone feels like under a gauntleted fist.

Bruce sucks in a breath, hand raising to fix the cowl. Dick flinches back.

but more with love by @danishsweethearts (Teen & Up, 3k, 2022) Dick wakes up one morning, groggy from a dream that he thinks might’ve been about the circus and also about his favourite car and also about how lonely he is, and realizes that he can’t remember what his mother’s voice sounds like anymore.

O Robin, Robin, wherefore art thou Robin?

The Mechanics of a Hug by @sohotthateveryonedied (General Audiences, 4k, 2017) “You know… that crushing sense of depression? Like,” Dick chews his lip. “It’s. A physical weight. Makes it hard to breathe?” “Yeah,” Tim says, soft. He smiles, wryly. “I sort of hoped you didn’t, though.”

“So,” Tim ventures. “It's… what, a cuddle pollen?” Bruce just shrugs. “Something like that.”

No Pain, All Gain by @sohotthateveryonedied (General Audiences, 1k, 2020) Tim’s eyes go even wider. “You stole my organs?” “Technically,” Jason chimes in, “the doctors stole your organs. We just gave them permission.”

Bruce checks Tim’s IV. “Are you in any pain? Do you need more morphine?” Tim’s pupils are so wide that only the faintest ring of blue can be seen. He watches Bruce the way a five-year-old watches cartoons. “I’m all good, B-dog. All Gucci, like we cool teens say." His words are slurred almost beyond recognition, but Tim doesn’t seem to notice or care. "I could fight Superman right now.”

The Wind Sits in the Shoulder of Your Sail by @birdchildsnest (Teen & Up, 7k, 2020) “Oh my god. Bruce. I can’t even tell if you’re serious. When everybody finally eats the rich—they’re going to eat you first.”

At least, back then, Tim had barely been a teenager. He could almost forgive his own volatility. And he’d been smart enough (scared enough?) not to tell Jack that he didn’t need him. What was his excuse now? Bruce was his dad (at least, in the legal sense), but (surprise, surprise) it turned out that Tim wasn’t any better at being a son. Or Tim and Bruce still have some things to sort through after the adoption.

I Left My Conscience On Your Front Doorstep by @dustorange (Teen & Up, 21k, 2022) He doesn’t want to be loved if being loved is like this.

"I think I'm leaving," Dick whispers. "I think I'm not coming back."

bad boys bad boys (whatcha gonna do) ♫ by @drakefeathers (Teen & Up, 20k, 2014) "They live their lives thinking they can charge through the city with the right to hurt and kill and destroy as many lives as they want. And they do it all without a shred of remorse." “But—” Damian begins, brow furrowed in confusion. “Isn’t that like you?”

a Jason and Damian as Batman and Robin AU!! featuring a bunch of graffiti, a rival dynamic duo, and Cat Jason (a cat named Jason).

The Biggest Mistake by @oh-mother-of-darkness (General Audiences, 1k, 2016) “I could ground him anyway, if it would make you feel better.” “He only said it because I called him ‘a garbage can so ineffective it actually became garbage.’”

"You know what really needs to be addressed? Bruce's truly terrible treatment of Damian." -Me, on a daily basis

been a number and a name by @wynterstars (Teen & Up, 35k, 2023) “Turns out if you just say ‘spacetime’ until people’s eyes glaze over they don’t really question anything you say. Also, somehow nobody expects me to be able to actually do enough math to explain it.”

On a field trip, Robin has a close encounter with the newest super in Metropolis, only to discover the hard way that Superboy secretly works for Lex Luthor. They agree to work together on a plan to free Superboy from Luthor’s hold, but Robin isn’t sure how far he can trust him—and his developing feelings only make things more complicated.

clean it like you mean it by @wynterstars (Teen & Up, 70k, 2024) "Wait, ugh, you're not my dead dad, right? If I'm getting a dying vision of my dead dad I want a do-over because he suuuuucked."

When Gotham's crooks have to scrub down their lairs, who do they call? Jason Todd, Gotham's first and only underworld crime scene cleaning specialist. He's spent his life dodging the Bat, but after a chance encounter he saves Robin's life. Tim Drake finds himself drawn to the conflicted rogue, and soon Jason becomes Robin's street informant. But they can only stay on opposite sides of the law for so long before something breaks.

3:16 by @wufflesvetinari (Teen & Up, 70k (WIP), 2023) “Try to decouple one thing from the other. I’m proud of you, but ice cream isn’t my grand statement about whether you’ve been good or bad today. Good things are good. Happiness is precious. Sometimes you just want caramel chocolate chip.”

The knife pushes thin along Dick’s carotid artery, cupping the indent between neck and jawline—forcing him to angle his chin. The metal is warm, pulled with execution speed from under Damian’s pillow. “Okay,” Dick says quietly, tracking the intricacies of his own heartbeat—counting the space between breaths. “Guess I did need a shave.” (With faltering steps, Dick and Damian become Batman and Robin.)

wolf-king of rome by @mysterycitrus (Not Rated, 25k, 2024) “You go after Joker, but you don’t kill him, because it’s not about the Joker dying, it’s about Bruce breaking his code for you. It’s about Bruce loving you enough to change himself for the worse. It’s about your idea of grieving.”

Jason doesn’t fear Dick Grayson. Fear itself has changed shape for him, since his return from the Pit - it tastes of dirt in his mouth, of drowning, of fire and blood and laughter, more than a tangible face. Still, he’d be stupid not to be cautious. Dick liked playing on an uneven field, and would do anything to keep him off balance, so he just had to stay focused. That’s the nature of the armistice, both waiting for the other to make a move. It’s like balancing on the head of a pin.

Declensions by @dustorange (Teen & Up, 13k, 2018) “Do not tell them your name. Do as I did to survive. I lied. I have always lied. Make one up. Do not let them have you. Say your name is…is…is…Richard Grayson. Or something. They are going to steal you; do not give them anything to steal.”

“My father,” Dick says, “worked the rope. It cut him. His hands were never clean.”

Passiontide by @bigdvmnhero (Teen & Up, 5k, 2025) Despite its faults, the day had tried to be good. He felt young, like someone's son.

On the 96th day Bruce didn't call, Dick remembered their old game. Three things he knew: 1) In three months, it would be Dick's death anniversary; 2) Bruce was still missing his check-ins; 3) Here Dick was, persisting. Imagine the things I'd survive, Dick thought distantly, if I loved Bruce less. Or: Agent 37 and his various crises of faith, on Day 277 at Spyral, Day 150, and Day -0.

the time you won your town the race by @silverwhittlingknife (Teen & Up, 4k (WIP), 2022) Tim. Tim is Dick’s. Death sharpens, clarifies these things. Who will receive the body, decide on the funeral, receive condolences, make all the decisions that matter. No one has questioned it, not even Tim’s friends. There’s a terrible clarity about death. If Dick said, let’s burn everything he owned, Alfred would do it.

He doesn’t know exactly what Tim would say. But he knows what Tim would do. Tim dies. Dick doesn’t take death for an answer. A Red Robin 12 AU.

door, opening by @cowboysorceror (Mature, 70k (WIP), 2024) Dick, with the keys to every locked door Jason has ever tried to open, tucked inside the cradle of his skull; all of that, snuffed out like a candle.

It’s barely audible, but he knows what he heard. A short, four-note whistle, chirping down – E, C#, then jumping up to A, F#, a little trill on the finish. He waits a moment, head turned slightly towards the dim shapes of storage containers between him and the ramp, eyes straining against the blackness. Long, stretching seconds. There it is again. His gloved hand, prickling with cold, closes into a fist. It’s a wood thrush. A small North American songbird that doesn’t sing at night, doesn’t live in the city. He knows what it means. It means hold, steady, not yet. It means wait for me, I’m behind you.

[masterofthenova]

I wanted to summit my characters to christmas aus but they need to be public for me to do so…

So here's Cibil, as well as her siblings Ash and Decay, alternate rewrites of Poppy Marusina, Dusted, and Rust respectively

Poppy is by FMSdraws Dusted and rust are by dihze All 3 of which can be found in the @ut-poppy-askblog

Tldr: poppy falls into the core and fucking dies. Dusted and Rust aren't doing well either

To make an attempt to shorten an exceedingly long story, this version of poppy originates in multiverse 5691, a multiverse where the omega timeline was built in the ruins of an abandoned timeline rather than a white void. Most individuals in this multiverse are weaker than their canon counterparts as well, at least at the beginning of the story. As an abandoned timeline didn't have the safety that the closed off white void had, eventually the destroyer had found their way into the OT. though the destroyer was never supposed to find the OT in the first place. Not only that, they were teaming with some unknown magic. The fight should have been on a relatively even playing field, hell the OT shouldve won, but it was almost as if the destroyer had found a blind spot of Core!frisk’s omnipresence. Attacks didn't seem to phase him, even coming from powerful figures such as Dusted or Rust. As the destroyer moved throughout the omega timeline, static effects began to appear everywhere, and touching objects with the effect would leave people with stinging sensations throughout their body. It was attacking their code directly.

The fight eventually ended with Poppy, Dusted, Rust, and Core on a bridge in hotland. Bone attacks blocked a side of the bridge, turning it into a dead end. Seeing no other ways for their kids to escape, and not being able to trust their own omnipresence at that point, core had opted to make an attempt to fight the destroyer…however his attack landed first. The destroyers attack tore through Core’s code, tearing them apart at the seams before condensing them into a singular point in spacetime. They had been deleted entirely, wiped from the future, wiped from the past. They fell to the ground, their body coursing in pain that they hadn't felt for lifetimes. Their once grayscale color palette had been stained red, and similar static marks that surrounded the ot now covered their body. They were singular. It was as if they had never been omnipresent in the first place.

Seeing how there was now a void in the code where core frisk belonged, the code made a desperate attempt to save itself. It rewrote characters to fill the void, causing poppy (cibil) to be raised by dream, rather than core frisk, though often figures such as monarchy chara or Mr.Asgore would play parental roles as well.

This change did not prevent the attack on the OT. The destroyer, seeing a redscale figure appear from seemingly nowhere, opened a portal banishing them to the reaches of space. As for the sibling trio, Poppy had gotten ensnared in some of the destroyer's strings, Dusted opted to aid their sister while Rust did what they could to fend off the destroyer. In a sick combination of the heat from the magma, already being low on energy, and the destroyer’s unknown magic, rust faltered, taking a blast from the destroyer head on. It wasn't a quick blast either, magic continuously bore down on their body until it had begun to fail, slowly dripping away into a molten mess. Rust had effectively been killed. Dusted, seeing their counterpart fall, opted to make one last attempt to run, to try and get Poppy to safety. As the destroyer's attention turned to the fleeing duo, the destroyer sent a singular bone for the weaker of the two. The bone pierced through Poppy’s neck, the force of the impact shoving her over the edge of the bride and down into the magma of the core. A blaster quickly followed, partially missing dusted, only hitting half their body, however the magic still tore away at dusted down to their very code.

As for Poppy. She sunk into the lava, her arms covering her face in a hopeless attempt to save her from at least some of the pain. Her efforts were in vain, the magma burning away at the layers of her skin, exposing the magic that made up her own body. She could do nothing but scream hopelessly into the magma, the molten rock flowing into her mouth moments after. She knew she would die there.

Until she felt…determined? She didn't want to die there. She couldn't die there. She had no idea where the feeling was coming from until her hand found its way to the bone still piercing through Poppy’s neck. The surface of the bone had been destroyed by the magma, allowing the destroyer's magic to mix in with Poppy’s, letting her feel determination that wasn't her own. It was fading fast, she had to use it before it was gone. The magma scorched her eyes as she struggled to open them, pain making every movement she made excruciating. Before her, in the lava, there was a dimly glowing reset button. It didn't belong to her, but she had no other choice. She reached out one of her hands, her fingertips barely reaching the orange button, turning it a bright shade of yellow.

The pain ended, everything went quiet. Calm even. She could see herself drifting in a void-like place, her skin slowly turning black. Poppy hadnt had determination before, nor did she have a save point to return back to. That, mixed with the corruption from the anomalous event, led the core itself to explode much more violently than it normally would have. Poppy’s code was scattered so far and so thin throughout space and time that she became omnipresent, existing through hundreds of multiverses, with a blind spot of course. She was entirely separated from her home multiverse. She could never go back.

Once the destroyer had fled due to the explosion of the core, Dusted was left stumbling through the ash covered remains. Their body was burnt and scarred, blood seeping through the burn marks that had not instantly cauterized they stumbled their way over to Rust’s half molten body, pain shooting through their body with every step they took. They managed to take a critical chip from Rust’s broken body, clenching it in their hands before falling unconscious.

Poppy was found by another omnipresent being, taken into their group, working under an organization from another multiverse called the wardens. The same organization had gone to what little remained of Cibil’s multiverse, and at Cibil’s request they opted to attempt to save Dusted and Rust, as well as a handful of other survivors from the multiverse.

Dusted was taken to a hospital in a distant OT, the damage to their code was incredibly severe, however they were able to be saved. Of course not without the loss of their right leg and eye. They adopted the name Ash soon after meeting another Dusted alternate in the OT. As for rust, they sat broken in a basement for years before finally being dragged out and repaired. Most of their original parts had to be replaced, however their new body was incredibly optimized, created to be a weapon and nothing more. While they had been personified, and their appearance entirely shifted, the repair was successful.

i ran out of motivation to keep writing

[simpsalot]

Tempora Mutantur- Part 1 | Billy the Kid | 7k words

Time travel; Real or not real?

Well, considering her and her dad, Conway, had been in the 1800s for three years now, Rowena Radcliffe would like to say it’s a hundred percent real. Neither one of them had any idea how it happened, she had her private theories that would involve her working with quantum mechanics and spacetime models. Something she doubts she could even do without a calculator. Rowena was smart, but not that smart.

Not to mention the implication towards the history of scientific discoveries should someone find her calculations. No, her and her dad were perfectly happy in the past…if you ignore their yearning for modern conveniences or their grief for her mom.

Personally she tended to rail against the lack of respect she got as a doctor simply because she was a woman. Ignoring the fact that she was a genius that had graduated high school–admittedly in the 21st century, but if anything that should count for more–by the age of fourteen. Had been pre-med by the time she was sixteen, and, had they not been shunted to the 1800s, was on track, in the next two years, to start her residency at eighteen years old. One of the youngest ever. It really was lucky her father, a renowned surgeon in modern times, had been thrust back in time with her since he was able to, in general, teach her what would have been taught during that time. He gave her a level of protection that most women in this time need, while also respecting her thoughts and feelings no matter what he felt about a subject himself.

Three years ago, the two of them were just driving home from a camping trip in the Virginian wilderness they were taking before she would start her next year of college when they’d pulled over to sleep and watch the starts. Camping had been something she did with her dad since she’d been young, her mom skipping out on the excuse of ‘hating the outside’ so once a year the two of them would take a father-daughter trip to the wilderness, no matter what either of them had going on. They’d fallen asleep under the stars on a couple of blankets and their supplies packed up and ready to head back right when they woke up.

It was waking up that was the problem. Well, more like when they’d woken up. Instead of a car or anything familiar, the two of them had, somehow, woken up in 1873. No noise, no lights, just one moment they had been sleeping in their time and the next, it was 1873. Luckily they were still in Virginia with all their stuff, sans car of course. After getting over the shock, they made their way into the nearby town, Henrico County, the exact place Rowena had grown up in before she moved to go to college in Richmond. They’d been able to sell some of their trinkets–nothing too modern though–for a decent price so her dad could start up a practice. Thank you Capitalism, and your need for quick cheap items that too anyone not of modern times, comes off well made.

That practice had lasted until some local doctor hired some thug or outlaw to trash the place, including all the medicine and herbs Rowena herself had been creating and growing for the past six months. That was when they decided to move West. Halfway there they had been robbed, luckily only robbed, and that was when Rowena had suggested robbing a bank.

Her father had opposed the idea, not wanting the two to become wanted, until she explained that she meant to rob them at night, when they could just sneak in, grab the money, and go. The thing about this time is most criminals were rather simple in their plans since there wasn’t anything like cameras, fingerprinting, DNA, or anything. They rely on eye witnesses and guards. If they watch a place for a couple of days, they’d get the guard pattern down.

Plus, Rowena knew how to pick locks.

Thus, the father daughter duo of bank robbers was created. Not taking much, they didn’t want to deprive a town of all their wealth. They took what they assumed amounted to half a year’s salary at each bank. They continued the pattern, watching and hitting banks randomly and in no pattern of where until they had a decent amount of wealth.

That’s when they rolled up on a little town called Silver City, New Mexico. It was a less developed town, but was starting to pick up speed. Plus a smaller place meant less chance that someone would question how they got their fortune. Sure they’d never gotten caught nor spotted even, but in this time you could never be too careful, especially in the Wild West.

“Doctor Rowena! It’s Beth. She’s in labor at the new restaurant in town. She’s bleeding, ma’am, come quick.” A voice called from her porch, dragging her from her memories. Quickly grabbing her medical bag, she cursed to herself. Of course, Beth Mayfield would go into labor while her dad was on a house call. This couldn’t wait for him to get back though. They had told the Mayfield couple not to get pregnant again with the last child but Thomas Mayfield was determined to have a boy.

Snatching an apron from the coat rack, Rowena hurried outside, annoyed she’d worn a dress today. If she was right, it was going to get bloody; apron or not. Trousers would have been a much better choice for this. Outside was an acquaintance of hers, Carmen. She was standing on the stairs of her porch, biting her lip in worry. “Take me, quick. Do you know how far apart her contractions are?”

“No, señorita. Me acaban de decir que viniera a buscarte.” Carmen replied, sticking to Spanish in her worry. They just told me to come look for you.

“That’s okay, Carmen.” Rowena comforted her. “Now let’s hurry.”

As Carmen led her through the streets to the less developed part, Rowena hurriedly tied her apron around her. While they sped through, people started moving out of the way when they saw it was her. Her dad and her were well known as the best doctors in town, so if she was running someplace; they moved. Quickly they came up on a building that had wooden walls halfway up then it was left open with only beige tarps acting a ‘window’ coverings surrounding the place. She could see in the back was an open kitchen area, much like the dining place. Above the door was a sign saying ‘Kathleen’s’. There had been decent talk about the place among the lower class people. It apparently had good food for a decent price.

But currently, she could see a crowd of people surrounding what she suspected was Beth in the middle of the area. There was a woman’s voice trying to get people to back up, but people want a spectacle. A woman giving a bloody painful birth in the middle of a restaurant was definitely a spectacle.

“Outta my way! Now!” She yelled, pushing people until she was greeted with Beth, already a sweaty mess with her graying hair sticking to her forehead, sitting on the floor, thighs spread and bloody. She was leaning on a pretty older woman with her hair up in a braided updo. “Out! All of you. If I see one person that’s not an owner or a worker in here I’ll remember the next time you need medicine.”

There was some grumbling but most people stepped out of the door, though, due to how the windows were, could still stand outside and watch. Figuring she could use this for a moment, she called to the crowd. “I need one of you all to head to Louis Henning’s place and inform my father what is going on.”

That done, her eyes flittering across the dining area before landing on a boy around her age, clinically she noted the curly brown hair and blue eyes that were currently filled with surprise and worry, but he wasn’t her patient so instead of comforting him, she just gave him an order. “Close those tarps. This is going to be a bloody and painful birth as it is. Not a show for nosey people.”

Blue Eyes nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Finally she could focus on her patient. She walked over to the two women, smile on her face despite the trepidation she felt towards this birth. “Beth, looks like this little one is coming a bit early and a lot quicker.”

Beth gave a painful chuckle. “Guess so, Doc. Is your father coming to help?”

“Naw, just me today. But considering you’ve been my patient since day one, I didn’t think you’d mind” Rowena replied, nodding at the woman behind Beth and she settled between her legs. In the back of her mind she recognized that Blue Eyes had gotten all the window tarps down and was nervously standing in the corner. “How far apart are your contractions? Do you know?”

“Near constant, maybe a minute or two in between. I thought they were those false ones I’d gotten last time so I didn’t think, oh god it hurts.” She stopped to clinch the hand she was holding, breathing deeply as she did. Finally, she let up and continued. “So I thought I could run my errands today. Thomas had heard about the restaurant and wanted to try it so I was getting something to take home when my water broke and I started, well, this.”

This was the blood that coated her thighs. Rowena kept her face passive and asked if she could check her out. Consent, especially with anything health wise, was important. Getting a nod from Beth she checked under her dress, using her scissors she kept attached to her chatelaine to cut her small clothes away. Checking the dilalation she noted that Beth should be pushing pretty soon. The blood, from what she could see, was from her tearing due to the speed of the labor. All her other labors had apparently been long ones so such a fast labor hadn’t prepared her body enough.

Feeling around the woman’s opening to check the position of the baby, Rowena mouthed a curse to herself. Head popping up from Beth’s skirts, she delivered the bad news. “The baby is breached.”

The woman behind Beth gasped in horror, something Rowena would have seconded if she could without frightening her patient. Breached birth was near enough a death sentence for this day and age. Lucky for Beth, Rowena wasn’t a doctor of this day and age. “I’m going to try and move the baby to the correct position. You’re the owner, yes?”

“Yes, I’m Kathleen. That’s my oldest, Billy. How can we help?” Kathleen offered, gripping a crying Beth’s hand and rubbing her back with the other one.

“You’re going to need to switch places with your son. Someone is going to have to hold Beth steady because what I’m going to do is going to hurt like a bitch. I also need water and clean towels or blankets.” Rowena ordered. Glancing over at Billy, she noted the rather comical horror expression he had. Most men in this time didn’t even stay in the birthing area, and here this poor boy was getting a front seat to one of the worst types of birth.

Kathleen nodded, calling out to her son. “Billy, switch with me, please.”

“Are you sure, Doctor? I don’t exactly know what I can do.” Billy said. Despite his words he did walk over and grab Beth’s hand, smiling at her as he did. “Hello, Ma’am. I’m Billy. I’m apparently going to be supportin’ ya for now.”

Beth grimaced a type of smile back at Billy before her face scrunched up in pain once more. They didn’t have time for niceties. “Kathleen? That water please? We need to hurry. If she tears anymore I fear the amount of blood she’ll lose.”

Kathleen quickly nodded as Billy slid into her place. Beth settled back down in between his legs, using his torso as a back rest. She wasn’t too pale, so Rowena was super worried about her blood levels right now, but the minute she started trying to reposition the baby, she knew that would change.

“Now, I’m going to need you to hold her as steady as you can. If her torso moves too much I can damage her or even the baby, okay?” Rowena stressed. Billy swallowed, before nodding slowly, tightening his grip on her shoulders. “Beth, what I’m going to do is going to hurt more than anything you’ve ever experienced. You cannot fight me too much, okay? I’m going to try and save you and your child.”

Beth gasped but agreed through her tears just as Kathleen came back with the water and towels. Pushing her sleeves up, Rowena wet her arms, and using a bit of soap from another compartment on her chalateine, washed down her arms as best she could. Rinsing the soap off, she asked Kathleen to replace the water if she could.

Kathleen grabbed the pot just as Rowena went back under Beth’s dress. Over the next few moments Rowena focused on moving the baby around, trying not to do it too quickly and injure Beth more than she already was. The breaching of the baby had torn her more than she thought, so she needed to get the baby head first as quickly as possible without doing too much damage.

Beth screamed, legs clenching around Rowena’s body, heels kicking into her back–definitely leaving bruises–but Billy was able to keep her from moving her torso too much. Only a few thrashes escaped his hold but none strong enough she thought she’d hurt Beth. Finally, after what felt like forever even to her, she had angled the baby head down.

Sighing, she popped her head up to both check on Beth. Eyes skating over Beth’s face, she frowned. She’d lost a lot of her color and was sweating more than Rowena felt comfortable with, but at this point there wasn’t anything she could do. If she’d left the baby breached, they would have torn her open and killed her. Flipping the baby was her only option. “Beth, I know you’re tired, but I need you to push now, okay?”

“I can’t. I don’t have the energy.”

“You totally can, Sweetpea. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. Now just a couple of pushes and you’ll be done.” Rowena encouraged. Beth tightened her grip on Billy’s arms before yelling as she pushed. And pushed. And pushed. A full head of dark brown hair like their mom’s came first, then the shoulders–the worst part any mother could agree–before the rest of the baby. Glancing down, Rowena let out a sigh of relief. It was a boy, meaning hopefully Thomas Mayfield would leave his wife alone and not make her carry another baby.

Using her fingers she cleared the airway just in time for the little guy to let out a loud cry. Despite being a couple weeks early, there was definitely a set of lungs on the kid.

Within seconds Kathleen appeared next to her with a towel in her arms to wipe the baby down. Thanking her, Rowena took those same scissors and cut the umbilical cord to detach him from the after birth. “One more push Beth. Gotta get that after birth or else it could make you sick.”

Beth was pale and weak, even an everyday person could tell, but she gave a final push like she was asked. Rowena was hopeful she’d survive if she got her stitched up quick enough. Which was exactly what she started to do once the after birth had passed, bloody hands dug out her silk thread and needle. More stitches than she wanted went into sewing her patient up but she got it done quick enough that the bleeding was stopped before she thought Beth had lost too much blood.

“Ma’am? She’s passed out!” Billy called from Beth’s head.

“Fuck,” Rowena cursed, head popping out as she tied off her stitches. Fingers grabbing Beth’s wrist, uncaring of the blood she got on the woman’s arms, she sighed. Despite being weak, her pulse was steady. “My father should be on his way to transport her to the clinic. He’ll be able to help with setting an IV which should handle the blood loss.”

“But she’ll live?” Kathleen asked, eyebrows tight with worry as she shushed the newborn boy.

Rowena nodded. “As long as she survives the night and no infection sets in, she’ll live.” As her words sent a shock of relief through the three of them, a knock on the door jolted everyone. Her dad’s voice echoed through the empty restaurant over the murmuring of the yet to disperse crowd. Asking Kathleen to let him in, she watched as her dad’s large frame came through the door.

Her dad was a handsome man despite the more prominent aging living in the 1800s had inflicted. Standing at a whopping 6’6 he towered over most people, especially in this time. His hair had gone grey around the temples but the rest was still the jet black of his youth. There were noticeable laugh lines and crows feet but any more aging was hidden behind the short beard he kept on his face. All in all, Conway Radcliffe was a man, even in his 50s, a lot women found appealing.

Most people, when they saw them together, didn’t really expect them to be father and daughter until you looked into their eyes. They had the same warm brown eyes. Everywhere else she took after her mom; blonde straight hair, pale skin that freckled in the sun way too much in her opinion, and curves that in this day and age got her some looks that she didn’t particularly like.

“Hello, sorry that my daughter and our patient have taken over your restaurant, ma’am. Hopefully we can be out of your hair in a few moments.” Conway greeted Kathleen, head bowing in greeting. He wasn’t wearing his normal black wide brimmed hat. She assumed he’d left it at home in his hurry to get over here. His eyes swept over her and Beth, completely ignoring Billy, eyebrow quirking in silent question.

She nodded to let him know she thought Beth would live. She hoped Beth would live, or else the absolute ass chewing she was going to give Thomas Mayfield was going to be a lot worse and possibly include the threat of death.

Kathleen giggled a bit overwhelmed. “Oh it’s no problem. It's not like anyone planned this. It was just an unfortunate situation.”

“All the same, I feel an apology is necessary.” Conway said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out some money and handing it over to the shocked Kathleen. “I believe that should cover the cost you’ve lost with having to close for the day.”

Kathleen and Billy gave the man shocked looks as Kathleen waved her only free hand trying to reject the money, something Rowena knew her dad wouldn’t allow. They had shut down the relatively new restaurant. Doesn’t matter to him or her that it wasn’t intentional. “You don’t need to do that. Truly.”

“You might as well just take it. He’s not going to take no for an answer.” Rowena said, a tired smirk on her face. Kathleen sheepishly grabbed the cash, sliding it into her dress pocket with a quiet thank you. “Now, Father, as much as I love you, could you maybe do your job and get Beth to the clinic?”

“But you handled it so well, Daughter of Mine, you don’t want to finish it out?”

“I will kill you.” She glared, tone mostly joking. She had maybe a half a year of solo experience under her belt and that included mostly injuries and illnesses. Births? Not so much.

Her dad just laughed and opened the door behind him to let the helpers they hired for the clinic to come in and load Beth onto the stretcher. With another apology to Kathleen, Conway followed the stretcher out towards the clinic to do his own diagnosis on the woman. Rowena during that time, had grabbed a rag to start cleaning the blood off her arms. Her dress and apron were a loss cause. The blood from Beth’s birth had pooled under her knees and soaked right through the apron onto the blue dress leaving the front completely stained.

After a few moments a callused hand grabbed the rag from her. Head jerking up, she raised an eyebrow at the boy that had helped her. “Let me help ya, Ma’am. You shouldn’t have ta clean yourself up on your own after doin’ all that. ”

Narrowing her eyes, Rowena studied the man. Now that she wasn’t worried about a woman’s life, she could admit he was rather handsome, especially when he smiled like he was doing right now. Sigh, she let go of the rag. “Thank you. You don’t need to do that, though. This isn’t the first time I’ve been covered in blood and, as a doctor, it won’t be my last.”

“Don’t mean you don’t need help once in a while, though. So let me help ya.” Billy said, kneeling down as he softly wiped the blood from her arms. Occasionally he’d dip the rag into the only clean pot of water to rinse the blood out.

Smiling, she ignored the warm feeling of her cheeks. Adrenaline crashes like this made her emotions wonky all the time. “Alright, you can help me. I won’t fight you.”

“Good, cause I reckon I’d win.”

Before she could reply, Kathleen came back in, cooing at the bundle in her arms. She’d wrapped the baby boy in a plain tan sheet, but even from her place in a chair she could see the strong arm movements. Good, that meant that even at three weeks early, at their best guess, the baby was healthy and would, hopefully, live through infancy. Kathleen looked up at the two of them and smiled. “I miss having little ones this age. They’re so cute and sweet.”

“Ma?” Billy said. “You’re not wanting a baby now, are ya?”

“Oh, no, Billy. I’m just saying babies are cute.” Kathleen shook her head. In front of her Rowena noticed Billy heave a tiny sigh. “I suppose you’ll be taking this one to his parents then?”

“Yes, though I’m not looking forward to seeing his father, but with the condition Beth was in, it’s inevitable.” Rowena complained before a thought hit her like a train. “Oh damn, I never introduced myself, did I? I barged into your restaurant, took over, and didn’t even think to tell you guys my name! I must seem so rude.”

Billy shook his head quickly. “No, honestly, it’s understandable considerin’ the circumstances.”

“Well, then.” Rowena started to stand up, Billy sliding back and onto his own feet as he did. “It’s nice to meet you folks, I’m Doctor Rowena Radcliffe.”

Billy dipped his head, smile widening to show his dimples again. “Pleasure to meet you, Ma’am. I’m Billy Antrim and this is my mother Kathleen Antrim.”

“It's very impressive. You being a doctor at such a young age.” Kathleen commented as she handed over Baby Mayfield. “I didn’t know that someone could become a doctor at your age.”

Doing a quick scan with her eyes over the baby, Rowena was happy to not see anything overtly wrong with him. Sure he’s a bit small, but nothing notable. Done with that, she shrugged at the two people. “It wasn’t easy, especially since I’m a woman. We had to appeal to the governor and everything to get me even admitted to do the test. All my schooling had to be done as a self study under my dad since no school would admit me.”

“It’s good that despite all tha’ you were able ta still become a doctor.”

Rowena shot him a grin. “Thanks, I near thought I’d have to give it up after a while.”

“For Beth’s sake, it’s good you didn’t.” Kathleen said.

There was a beat of silence as the conversation naturally closed before Rowena decided it was time for her to get Baby Mayfield to his parents. “I better go. I’m sure Thomas Mayfield is already having a conniption about where this little one is.”

Billy started forward, arm coming out to rest on the small of her back. “I’ll walk you out.”

“Thank you.” A frown formed as the two of them passed the large puddle of blood. She shouldn’t just leave it to them to clean up. “I can get some of our clinic helpers to come clean that up for you guys. I don’t want to just leave it to you two to clean up.”

Kathleen shook her head behind them. “No, no need. We can clean it.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I did make the mess…sort of.” She hesitated to just leave them such a mess.

“Not the first time Ma and me have had ta clean some blood up. Don’t think nothing on it.”

“Okay, okay. I know a losing argument when I see one.” The duo was pretty independent from what she could see. Insisting on helping people like that is a choose your battle type of decision. This was not a battle she would win. Not after they saw her deliver a baby most in this time wouldn’t have been able to handle. “But if you change your minds…”

The two of them left Kathleen in the restaurant. Rowena blinked a couple times as the bright sun hit her face. With the windows closed the restaurant wasn’t that bright, so the sudden light stung a bit. The baby in her arms gave a annoyed coo, but luckily didn’t wake from the nap he’d fallen into. Turning to Billy, she was struck by how pretty his eyes were in the sun. Sure, she’d noted that he was very much a pretty boy in the building but in the sun it was even more evident.

The man was really fucking pretty. Clearing her throat, she tried to ignore her revelation. “Thank you for the help in there. Really. A lot of men wouldn’t have helped seeing it as a ‘woman’s job’.”

Billy couldn’t hold in the snort at that. “If all women’s jobs are like that, its a wonder how y’all don’t run this country by now.”

“Bold of you to assume we don’t.” She winked at him before saying her goodbyes.

She had just stepped off the steps into the place when he called for her again. “Doctor Rowena?” She turned around, questioning look on her face. In front of her he took a deep breath as if to gather some courage for some reason. “I’d like to see you again, if that’s alright with you?”

Her eyebrows raised in surprise but Rowena couldn’t keep the smile from her lips. Billy had shown he had a respect for women she suspected was rare in this time; that alone was attractive to the modern woman. “A friend of mine sings at the saloon every Thursday night. I generally go to support her. I wouldn’t be opposed to some company if you happen to show up.”

“Thursday night? Good, good, great actually.” Billy’s dimpled smile from before showed back up just in time for the baby to let out a cry. He must be hungry. Beth wouldn’t be awake currently but hopefully her father had called for a nursemaid. “I’ll let you go, the little one must be ready for his first meal.”

“Most definitely.” She agreed, turning to start her walk back to the clinic. Behind her, blue eyes watched, amazed, until she turned the corner.

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Buttoning the last button on the top portion of her outfit, Rowena smiled. The ensamble was a bit different than what most wore around here, but nothing completely out of the ballpark of acceptable. Instead of matching top and bottom portions to create a dress, she had commitioned a warm brown button up vest with a pretty pink skirt portion. Under the vest she wore her linen long sleeve button up with woven lace inlays around the upper arms allowing her skin to peak through just a little.

It was a lot more girly than her normal wear which was generally a pair of black wool trousers–something that had gotten her more than a few dirty looks and suggestive comments–and a red button up vest. Both colors good at hiding the blood and other grosser fluids she dealt with as a doctor. Her dad was much the same, walking around in a nearly all black outfit except for his undershirt tended to be either white or a brighter color.

Of course, she did own dresses. She had to in this day an age. Some events it was just seen as rude to dress in trousers. While acting as a doctor people don’t particularly mind since they know the job is a lot, but to social events or nights out? It was expected for her to wear dresses and skirts no matter her occupation.

Then, like tonight, there were days she wanted to wear the dresses.

An impressed whistle came from behind her, her dad’s cheeky grin on his face. “Don’t you look pretty, Pumpkin.”

“Thanks, Dad.” She said, spinning around to grab her chatelaine and attach it to her belt. On her ankle was a small holster she had holding a small gun and strapped to her thigh was a duo of throwing knives. The shooting was something she had been taught from a young age, admittedly not with the revolvers used now a days, but it wasn’t too hard to adjust. Normally she wore a belt with a side holster but in a dress or skirt that just didn’t work. “How was Beth? She settling in at home?”

“As well as she can with four little ones and a new baby.” Conway rolled his eyes remembering how Thomas Mayfield had acted the whole time he was there. “Thomas is still a piece of work but I think I stressed that his wife shouldn’t be made to do all the work while she recovers.”

Rowena scoffed. “Please, we both know he’ll probably be out at the saloon tonight.”

“Well, if you see him, kick his ass home. Beth could die if she pushes herself too far.”

Saluting, she tied her purse around her wrist and passed her dad. “Will do. I’m not sure what time I’ll be home, meeting some friends tonight.”

Conway raised an eyebrow at his daughter, amusement streaking through him. “These friends don’t happen to include that restaurant owners son I saw?”

“If it does?”

“Then I’m just going to remind you that this isn’t the 21st century, try not to treat it as such,” He paused seeing the apprehension enter his daughter’s eyes. “But have fun. If anything comes of it, I’ll back you up.”

There was a knock on the door, signalling her friend had made it right in time. Kissing her dad goodbye on the cheek, she waved at him as she hurried down the stairs of their house. At the bottom of them was their clinic. Currently they didn’t have any long term patients, Beth being the last one that stayed with them for a total of two nights.

They had three seperate rooms. One with a few chairs that they handled what they called ‘in and out’ patients; people that they could treat quickly. The other two rooms were bigger, both having four beds in them. One for overnight patients but nothing too serious, then in the last room with doors that could close and lock, was their version of ICU. Patients they doubted would live but weren’t lost causes yet would stay in that room. It was generally kept pretty dark with the curtains drawn and lamps only on when people were in there.

Their house that they lived in was kept all upstairs, kept seperate by a large locked door. One her and her dad had a key. When illnesses get really bad and they need to bring on a nurse or two they generally also get a key but only during their stay. That had only happened once in the year and a half they lived here. And their clinic had only been up and running for a year.

Hurrying to the door, she pulled it open with a grin, blonde fly aways floating around her face as they escaped her braids. She’d done twin braids and crossed them atop her head in a mock headband. “Hola, Stella!”

“Hola, Rowena, how’re you?” Stella, her first friend she’d made in Silver City, asked. Stella was an adorably short latina girl. She was the middle child of five so she tended to dress in handowns from her older sisters and mother, not that you could tell. Her seamswork was amazing and half of Rowena’s own closet was commisioned from Stella herself.

“Good, especially after the start of the week.” Rowena locked arms with her friend as they made their way down the road. Occasionally someone would wave or say hello to her. Mostly people her or her dad had helped, but some were just people she knew from being a regular at places.

Stella let out a giggle, bumping her a bit as they walked. “Your big save of Mrs. Maryfield is about all people can talk about this week. A woman doctor keeping both the woman and the baby alive with a breach birth? You’re going to become a legend at this point.”

“I was doing my job. It’s nothing special.” It wasn’t, not to her. The techniques and medical information she knew was only because other people in history discovered it. If anything, she was cheating just a bit being from centuries in the future. “But, what about you? How’re you? Excited for your set?”

“I’m ready for it, if that’s what you mean. Hopefully Jenkins won’t be there. He’s always such a downer with his comments.”

“I think you mean he’s a pendejo.”

“Rowena!” Stella scolded but couldn’t help but laugh at her words. “If my mother heard you she wouldn’t care you weren’t her’s, she’d wash your mouth out with soap.”

Rowena giggled as they reached the saloon. Opening the door for the two of them, she replied as Stella walked through the door. “It’s a good thing she’s not then, huh?”

The two girls laughed a bit before they seperated. Rowena claimed an open table a bit close to where Stella tended to set up while Stella went to let Clark, the bartender, know she was there and to order them a drink. Settling down in the seat, Rowena’s eyes scanned the room, somewhat to note who was where but also in an effort to see if Billy had indeed come.

Not seeing him, she ignored the pang of sadness. It was still early and they didn’t exactly say a time. He could still come later. Stella came from the side of her, a glass of whiskey and one with just drinking water in it. “What’s the sad face for? You expecting someone?”

“It’s nothing, Stel.” Rowena waved the question off. “What time are you going to start? We got here a bit later than we normally do.”

Stella downed the shot of whiskey after setting her water in front of her and winked as she walked towards the stool that had been claimed by her some weeks ago. In the corner sat the guitar they kept for anyone that wants to play. Settling down, Stella started to strum, bringing eyes to the noise. As people noticed who was playing chairs scraped as they turned to watch.

Music flows through the saloon, Stella’s warm drawl seemingly crawling under everyone’s skin. She was good, really good. Rowena had tried to get her to travel, maybe see if she could make it as a singer in bigger places but every time she denied it. Saying she had to stay near her family and help them.

Occasionally Stella and her would make eye contact while she sang. It was a comfort to her friend for Rowena to be there. Her nervousness still there even after weeks of performing. It was why she still came every week. That and it was a nice change from the grossness that was being a doctor, especially in this day and age.

It was about halfway through the third song that Rowena heard the saloon door open again, but figured it was just another one of the men coming in from their work at some ranch. It wasn’t until a warm presence was next to her that she looked away from her friend and into a pair of happy blue eyes. “Billy, you came.”

“Of course, I did.” Billy smiled, taking his hat off as he bowed his head to her. “I’ve been looking forward ta this all week.”

Rowena grinned, a warmth filling up her stomach at his words. Something about the man was different. She was drawn to him, more than she’d ever been drawn to anyone. She gestured for him to take the seat next to her. “Sit, I’m sure Stella won’t mind you taking her seat.”

“Thank you,” Billy said, sitting his drink he’d was carrying on the table next to his hat. “You look beautiful, I was near struck silent when I saw you sitting there as I walked in. It’s nice ta see you not covered in blood.”

Smirk taking over her face, she figured she could have some fun with him. “You know, Billy, some women would be a bit offended, you talking about me being covered in blood.” His eyes widened a bit but before he could try and back track, she chuckled, saving him from his panic. “Luckily, I’m not one of them. Especially since half my life I am covered in blood and other strange liquids.”

“You had me worried there for a moment, thought I’d put my foot in it before I even had a chance.” Billy said, ignoring the relief that he felt.

“If you really offended me, you’d know. Trust me.”

“Well, let’s home I never find out.” Billy flirted back. As he went to say something, Stella got a bit louder, hitting the cressendo of her song, bringing the eyes of the saloon back to her. “Your friend is good. Better than the guy tha’ tries to sing Friday nights at least.”

She giggled, ignoring the embarrassment that hit her when she did. With the way Billy’s smile widened, she didn’t think he minded the girly sound. “Lewis, right? Yeah, I can see how he’d leave a bit wanting with his singing.”

“Ya know him?”

“Sort of. More like I’ve treated him a few times after a drunken spat gone wrong.” She shrugged. She knew most of the town that way; either they’ve treated them or they treated someone they know. “How’s the restaurant? You guys didn’t have any problems after I left, right?”

Billy shook his head. “Oh no. The opposite, really. People wanted to come in and see the place, stayed an’ ordered a bit ‘f food when they did.”

Snorting, she sipped her water. “People love a spectecle, that’s for sure.” Stella finished up her set and was going to take a break when their eyes met, question in them as she passed. Tapping her ring she kept on her third finger against her glass three times, Rowena saw her friend grin, message recieved.

“What was that?” Billy asked, looking between the two girls.

Her eyes flew to him, teeth biting her lip as she throught over explaining. Figuring he wouldn’t be the type to be offended if she had been reading him correctly, she bit the bullet. “A little message between girls. Coming here sometimes sends the wrong message to men, so we’ve developed some gestures to mean either ‘come save me’ or ‘no, I’m happy with this.’ A women saving women thing.”

“And which one did you tell her?” Billy inquired, smirk on his face. He had an idea, considering her friend had settled herself down at the bar instead of coming back over.

“Oh, Handsome, I’m quite happy with this.” Rowena leaned a bit forward.

He matched her movement, leaning closer to her until the world became only the two of them. “Good, because I’m quite happy bein’ here.”

The rest of the night the two of them just sat there and talked, flirted really, until it was later than Rowena had ever stayed out since coming to Silver City. Stella had left with her brother, a semi regular at the saloon, a bit earlier after checking with Rowena that she didn’t need walked home. Finally, after literal hours, the place was closing, pulling the two of them from their little bubble they’d created.

The pair stood outside the doors, main street dark as most lights were shut off for the night. “I suppose we should probably be getting home. Father’s probably worried about me.”

Billy offered his arm to her. “Why don’t I walk ya? I’m tha one that kept you out this late after all.”

“Are you sure? It’s literally the opposite direction to your place.” She fretted. He had mentioned earlier, like her and her dad, he lived in the house that was ajacent to the restaurant.

“Ma would have my hide if I left you to walk alone, let alone what I’d think of myself.” He assured her.

Sighing her acceptance, she took his arm as they began to walk the dark streets back to her clinic. A comfortable silence decended on the two as the strings of fate changed course all because one misplaced girl connected with a sweet boy that made her heart flutter.

[spacetimesally]

Hey, there, Toy Fans, it's another look back at some more of the Kenner line of Spacetime Sally action figures! Last week we took a brief look at the evolution of the Sally figure, and, this week, we'll take a look at some secondary-character action figures.

Starting with the above: Top left: A very special promotional figure of starfighter extraordinaire, Lance Battleshine, from the Spacetime Sally Animated Adventures. A one-off character and special-guest star lending his voice to the role, you may recognize him as none other than pop music sensation, David Jones. Jones originally didn't want the job, and the only line he speaks in his episode is at the end, when he says, "El-low, Sal-ee" in that unmistakable British-accented voice. Top right: The Sally figure from the Lance Battleshine episode. Bottom Left: Special Agent Paul Townshend in AstroAction Suit. Bottom Right: Metro Sector L SecurityBot.

But wait, there's more!

Various Bot figures. Top Left: Manny and Mortimer, the unorganized crime duo from the episode, "Modest Score" and, Top Right: Darla-9 from various episodes. Bottom Row: recurring characters, Paladin Fiver-Fiver, Rosco with his CommsBot and Coteko, A-D-4U.

More recurring characters: Top Row: Left: Commander Raul Jimenez with "bear hug crushing action" and Right: Genevieve Contreras in Mechanics' Spacesuit. Bottom: FlippJett Suit Agent Paul Townshend, and an Agent Townshend figure from the episode, "Call Me, Ishmael"

And three more various Sally figures to close out this week's further look at Kenner's line of Spacetime Sally action figures. Tune in next week when we look at the line-up of figures that LJN Toys offered up on toy shelves.

[ggrimboy]

YOU!!!!

Do you like Octo Expansion? Maybe even some roleplay? Have you wanted to explore the Deep Sea and its connection to Kamabo Co. ever since it was introduced? Why not join our server here!

The Singularity is an AU/expansion of the expansion that follows two Octolings mistakenly assigned the same number: 10,008. We are currently in the prologue stage before we officially start their journey, so it's the perfect time for newcomers to get a feel for the setting and create their characters and/or revamp current ones (or maybe even play a canon character if the one you want is available.. oo so tempting)! There's also the option to spectate if you're unsure about joining or just want to watch the shenanigans unfold.

Have any questions? Here's a couple under the readmore, but don't be afraid to send an ask for anythin you're curious about!

How did Singularity start?

You can thank Pip for that! It originally started with them writing their Agent 8's story down in the metro and asking some friends if we'd like to be involved, which quickly evolved into our 8s becoming an inseparable duo (along with a few other people's OCs getting involved of course). It was all uphill from there (collective Autism Blast where we decided to turn it into an rp and not just a story).

What's different about it?

Asides from the most glaring difference being the two 10,008s instead of one, Singularity is meant to focus more on the Depths and what goes on down there, and why it's so closely connected to Kamabo Co. and WHY IN THE WORLD IT CAN WARP SPACETIME ITSELF? I feel like we brushed past that pretty quick. What the fuck. What is happening down there. This is also meant to be a much longer journey, so there's plenty of time to get into the meat of things. (And not everything is prewritten! So go wild with your own headcanons as long as they fit in and don't contradict anything!) But if you REALLY want to know more, we have more info in the server!

squits?

Yeah.

[paleodictyoptera]

Very silly headcanon question:

But how tall do you think the duo is compared to an average person?

I'm fully convinced that Worldless plays games with size ala "Wind In The Door" style.

Context: the sequel to Madeleine L'Engle's "A Wrinkle In Time", Wind In The Door continues with the esoteric shenanigans. In one scene, several characters are in a weird dimensional space, looking down upon a tiny spark winking into being.

It's a star achieving fusion.

The main characters point out how large they must be for the star to appear so small. Their side characters then proceed, in standard L'Engle fashion, to refute the notion of large and small to begin with. "Size is relative," they say. And later in the book, they manifest inside a character's mitochondria, on a time scale where a second upside might take over a decade down here.

So yeah, when in the beginning scene of the game we see an explosion of stars in a three dimensional space, only to transition to abstract humanoids in a 2-D platforming environment? I'm not sure our perception of the starfolk's natures is to be trusted. Size is relative. But 'whatever they are' is has got to include both portrayals of them, as stars suspended in spacetime and beings made of shape with greater forms that flash into being from time to time.

[universalcollisionleaks00]

Universal Collision: Meet the Adventurer Support Assists!

Name: Chronos

Class: 5★ SP

Summoner/Duo: No

🎂Birthday🎂: No

Weapon Type: SPECIAL (EX Weapon: Nyx)

Current character status: Released

Info (From Dragalia Lost wiki)

A dragon who came here from another world and wields the power to manipulate time. He refers to the person as "my liege," and seems cooperative, but his true master is located in another world. Who could that person be...?

VC

I will see the desires of my liege fulfilled! - Stats of all allies except for HP/MP +100% (1 Turn) + Deploy Force Strike Zone (2 Turns)

Skills/Abilities

Lunatic (Steampunk) - Convert all defense to attack, attacks are doubled, and combos are increased (Access extra skills when in Lunatic (Steampunk)) (Replaces regular attack (1 time))

Dimensional Oblivion - Thunder type SPECIAL attack on a single enemy x7 (XL) + Thunder type SPECIAL attack on all enemies x3-4 (L) + inflict Time Stopper (3 Turns)

- When inside any fever state, increase damage (x35)

- When in Lunatic and inside any fever state, damage increased (x70)

- When inside a zone, initiate Awaken Zone

- When activating Awaken Zone, activate Lunatic (Steampunk)

(Passive) Timed Evasion - Automatically dodge attacks by damaging user 10% every attack unless the attack is unavoidable.

- HP cannot go below 1 if at 1

- Dodge fails if user is below 10% HP

(Passive) Liege's Contract - When Chronos dies and the user with Liege's Contract is alive, all fallen allies are revived to 100% (Both HP/MP) and user with Liege's Contract is in frontline, both Chronos and user enter Lunatic (Steampunk) (5 Turns)

Lunatic Special skills

Arcs of Time - Combined Thunder/Psychic SPECIAL type attack on all enemies x3 (2XL) + Speed of all enemies -25% (3 Turns: Max Stack x3, -75%)

- When inside Awaken Zone, pierce barriers and stack Liege's contract on leftmost ally

Spacetime Collision - Combined Fire/Earth/Wind/Water/Thunder/Shadow/Crystal/Psychic attack on all enemies (2XL) + Enter Another Force

Another Force - When entered, Another Force will cause the enemy to stop moving, cause character skills to cost 0 MP and allow for skills to be activated in quick succession in real time. This allows the player to deal great damage, or to stack multiple defensive or offensive buffs in a single turn. The higher the charge on the bar, the more time the player will have to use skills. When Another Force is activated. The speed up battle animations function does not affect Another Force. Full bar is taken to be 100% and half bar at 50%. The gauge depletes at 10% per second, meaning a half-bar AF depletes in 5 seconds if no skills are used. The display shown at the end of Another Force caps at 999,999,999 but damage can exceed that number.

Awaken Zone Effect

Dominion of Time - When allies are inside Lunatic, extend Lunatic by 5 Turns

- If ally has Lunatic unactivated, activate Lunatic and add a SPECIAL attack after each attacking move

[zeravmeta]

stargazer was the special princess of the spacetime duo thats why all new pendulum support is astrograph and stargazer based. which is why the next wave has to have timegazer and maybe finally we get the ultimate performapal-oddeyes-magician card finally straight up unifying the three

[blank-fox-sideblog]

A series of double-attacks between me and leafeonluvr on ArtFight!

First chain (top row): They drew my 5-eyed Mew, 5! yes that's his name, just '5' (left) In return, I drew their Vaporeon, Blue! (middle) Then they drew "4" (name undecided; no relation to 5), my 4-of-everything Raboot! ::3 (right)

Second chain (bottom row): They drew Terry, my spiky, noodly Riolu/Xurkitree boyo! (left) So in return I drew their spiky Gallade/Absol fella, Bjorn! middle) And finally, they drew Neil & Noah, a human/shiny-alpha Ninetales duo, who ended up fused due to some spacetime nonsense! (right)

Original posts: Top left / Top middle / Top right Bottom left / Bottom middle / Bottom right

[lithellyl]

Speaking of bands

let me tell you of this interesting little history of mine

FAO (Future Audio Odyssey)

FAO was made of two members

{my deadname} (later Lithellyl) [my last name] - Stage Name: Stellar C

Eric [his last name censored for privacy] - Stage Name: Electrik Pulse

Discography:

Album: "Synthetic Dreams" (1996)

Tracks:

"Ephemeral"

"Virtual Euphoria"

"Interstellar Harmonies"

"Cosmic Vortex"

"Astral Ascension"

"Neural Pathways"

"Celestial Reverberations"

"Holograph"

"Futuristic Fantasia"

"Metamorphic Fusion"

"Luminous Reverie"

"Nebula Embrace"

"Eclipse"

"Synaptic Serenity"

"Trance Serenade"

"Synthwave"

"Solar Eclipse: A Celestial Symphony of Light"

"Elevated Consciousness: Soaring Beyond the Veil"

Album 2: "Voyage Through Spacetime" (1998)

Tracks:

"Galactic Odyssey"

"Neon Pulse"

"Serenity"

"Digitalis"

"Orbiting Dreamscape"

"Transcendence"

"Cyber Skyline"

"Solar Eclipse: A Celestial Symphony of Light (Stellar Remix)"

"Quantum"

"Liquid Horizons"

"Elevated Consciousness: Soaring Beyond the Veil (Orbital Remix)"

"Techno Nexus"

"Ethereal Echoes"

"Parallel Realms: Journeying Through Multiverse"

"Supernova"

"Orbit"

"Quantum Resonance: Uniting Space and Time"

"Orbiting Dreamscape: Floating in Cosmic Serenity"

Album 3: "Elevating Horizons" (2001)

Tracks:

"Metamorphic Fusion"

"Cosmos"

"Synthetic Dreams"

"Digital Illusions"

"Astrocosm"

"Ethereal Wanderer"

"Resonate"

"Elevating Horizons"

"Dreamstate Rhapsody"

"Infinity"

"Digitalis"(Ethereal Remix)"

"Nebula"

"Serenity (Galactic Remix)"

"Quantum Resonance"

"Techno Nexus"

"Eclipse"(Cosmic Remix)"

"Harmony"

"Cosmic Awakening: Embracing the Infinite Cosmos"

"Parallel Realms: Journeying Through Multiverse (Astral Remix)"

Most Popular Songs:

"Neural Pathways" - This track from their debut album captured the essence of Stellar C and Electrik Pulse's early sound, becoming an anthem in the emerging electronica scene of the late '90s.

"Digitalis" - From their second album, this song showcased FAO's pioneering Tripcore style, combining Stellar C's ethereal vocals with Electrik Pulse's intricate rhythms, gaining significant popularity on dancefloors worldwide.

"Elevating Horizons" - As the lead single from their final album, "Elevating Horizons" marked a transition to a more mature sound, reflecting the artistic growth of Stellar C and Electrik Pulse over their active years.

Highlights:

Pioneering Tripcore: Stellar C and Electrik Pulse played a crucial role in shaping and popularizing the Tripcore subgenre of electronica. Their unique blend of Stellar C's ambient textures and mesmerizing vocals with Electrik Pulse's complex rhythms and hypnotic melodies set them apart from their contemporaries.

Captivating Live Performances: FAO was renowned for their mesmerizing live performances, incorporating Stellar C's captivating stage presence and Electrik Pulse's electrifying energy. Their shows featured cutting-edge visuals and immersive light displays, leaving audiences spellbound.

Controversy - Name Change: In the early 2000s, Stellar C's decision to undergo a gender transition and publicly change her name to Lithellyl Beleth became a significant controversy within the band and among their fans. During that time, transgender awareness was not as widespread as it is today, and unfortunately, some fans were not accepting of Lithellyl's transition. The situation caused division among the band members, with Electrik Pulse being ambivalent about the change. Despite facing backlash from a portion of their fanbase, Jessica's courage in embracing her identity also garnered support from a handful of fans and progressive allies.

Ultimately, the decision to split the duo was not solely due to the name change controversy but rather the culmination of creative differences and personal growth paths. Following the split, Lithellyl continued her journey as a solo electronic artist, while Electrik Pulse pursued other music-related endeavors.

FAO's legacy lives on as pioneers of the Tripcore subgenre, and their contributions to the electronic music landscape of the late '90s and early 2000s continue to inspire new generations of electronica enthusiasts. Lithellyl's bravery in sharing her authentic self has contributed to the broader acceptance and understanding of transgender individuals within the music industry and beyond.

now the fact remains we were NEVER a HUGE hit, unlike colleagues of ours....who went on to become Shiny Toy Guns, we were known around the local scene, and that's about it, (other than the fact that I coined the term Tripcore and the creation of that subgenre) and even the "solo electronic artist" part, I've made one album that I released online around 2005, titled Tripcore Tocatta, don't bother looking it up, or the FAO albums up, they've been since lost to time, and the master recordings are rotting in a box somewhere in my basement.....I think. the music only really exists now only in my head, and I don't really have any desire to try and recreate it. the album covers I posted are just quick mockups I did of the originals using Leonardo.AI and Photoshop, last I've spoken with Eric he was an IT Project Manager at an insurance company.

[thekaijudude]

Ok, so here’s the other qn related to Helldragon Zetton that I wanted to ask. Here’s the idea:

Helldragon Zetton is a variation of another fan variation I made, Diabolic Zetton. Helldragon Zetton is 45 times more powerful than a normal Diabolic Zetton, in every aspect. In turn, a normal Diabolic Zetton is 30 times more powerful than the original Zetton (in other words, the one that defeated OG Ultraman in the ‘66 series), in every aspect other than agility (they’re only 10 times faster than OG Zetton.)

Also, I’ve sent you Helldragon Zetton’s abilities, just so you have an idea of what he’s capable of.

Anyway, how powerful do those abilities and those numbers make Helldragon Zetton? Who in canon is the closest in power to Helldragon Zetton? How might their battle play out? Who would win?

The thing about using numbers for kaiju for comparison is actually quite redundant cause we dont usually even have stats for kaiju. I believe the last time we got a complete set of stats are from the Belial Fusion Beasts.

So other than the first question, this basically renders the rest of your questions moot.

Number only make sense for Ultras (Absolutians by reference as well) since theyre usually the ones with a complete set of stats, so I can only compare sth with Ultras when u include numbers.

Thus, I can really only give some rough scaling here

Since its essentially 450x a Tier 2 Kaiju, its likely on par with, or stronger than your standard Duo fusion Ultra (Ruebe, Trigger Truth, Mebius PB etc), but would still get floored by any Trinity fusions. Essentially sitting in between yr New Gen Movie form and a lowball Ultra Brother (1000x NG)

Dont think it could still do anything to the definitive top tiers of kaiju since it dosent possess any particular hax to combat them (teleportation is a standard zoning hax, wouldnt bypass sth like the Chaos Organisms, Greeza's spacetime manipulation etc)

Thanks for the question!

[nenilein]

Okay, boy is falling back, time to write more propaganda.

First of all, lots of respect to the Samurai Flamenco Fandom here, I totally get why you are fighting so hard. You're pretty niche too compared to other fandoms on the list. We're kindred spirits in that respect, so nothing but success! *handshake*

That said, we Puyo fans won't give up either!

SO, ZERO IS A SWEETHEART. Despite his social anxiety, he does everything he does for other people, and the only reason he ever worked for Time Paradise (the antagonists of Puyo Quest's story) was because he wanted to improve the world for everyone. It's implied he thought his inventions could lead to improvements in accessibility options for people like himself, for example. For that ends, he even did some rather unethical experiments, but he never wanted to do anything that wouldn't be reversible. The moment he realizes that all his boss, Thousand, wants is personal gain, he's immediately out.

He has a cute, strange little bond with the OTHER Puyo boy in this poll, Sig. The two of them barely ever talk (on account of them both being in this poll, lol), but Sig seems to instinctively understand Zero's needs and worries, and is usually the first to try and check if he's okay if the two of them share a scene.

He also loves his machines SOOO MUCH. He gives them all real names, not just unit designations, and gets annoyed when Eight (his friend and coworker) wants to give them all "cool robot names" instead of the cute, more humanizing names he came up with. They have a full-on fight over whether to name an airship Kumoe-chan (roughly "Cloudette") or not. Zero also clearly cares for Eight, because he doesn't seem very uncomfortable around him compared to most people, even though Eight has logorrhoea and is by far the loudest and most talkative character in the franchise.

Speaking of Eight loving his machines to the point his heart bleeds when one of them is damaged, a big reason he ends up bonding with Atari (one of the protagonists) despite being scared of her at first, is because Atari treats Puubot, a companion-robot that was issued to her as a sort of company smartphone (and which was originally designed as a prototype by Zero) like a real, living, breathing friend and cares about it just as deeply as Zero does. In the endgame of the story, Atari and Zero work together desperately to try and save Puubots life when its EPPROM chip is failing. (Does it survive?? Not spoiling it here!))

When Zero does oddjobs for the Spacetime Detective Agency to pay off a certain case he entrusted them with, Puubot uses its text to speech function to talk with strangers in his stead, because it understands how stressful that is for him. In their duo-unit, Zero at all times prioritizes Puubot's wellbeing over his own, even his voiceline upon defeat is all about protecting Puubot.

He's such an incredibly cute person!!!!

Autistic Anime Boys Side B Round 1 Match 16

Propaganda:

Masayoshi -

"Has a special interest in superheroes and has a huge collection of superhero merchandise and can recite his favorite superhero movie word for word along with all of the fight choreography. Became incredibly apathetic throughout high school after finding out superheroes aren't real. His dream to be a superhero is so strong that it literally alters the world and causes aliens to invade earth so he can be a superhero."

Zero -

"First of all! Zero's brain is outright stated to work differently from most people. His special interest is robotics and he much prefers to talk to them than actual living breathing people. He has to mentally prepare himself for long conversations with others and can't keep up with them otherwise. He is just like me for real your honor."

[dragon-zena]

Some drawings I did yesterday! The first one is a TMM au hhh earlier in the month I was thinking about what animals the OC squad would be if they were in TMM and I wanted to draw Zi as a magical girl. The next three are some of my OCs in Mardi Gras masks (+ commentary), and the ones after those are close-ups that I really dig. Zi's close-up is my fave. She looks v soft.