#sup 14

[gabaghoul-fandom-meme-queen]

Dude, what is this scene in S14E10!?! It's right after Cas makes his deal with the Empty. So, thia language is similar to what Cas went through. Dean "only wants what he can't have", he doesn't want Pamela he "just likes to flirt" and shes a "psychic so I know things". Like why did Dean want Pamela in his "happy place"? Maybe because she is the only one that "knows" what he actually wants (Cas) because she is psychic and even in his mind he repressed himself so much that he won't put Cas there but at least he has someone that "knows". Also, how is it not connected to Cas since the language is basically the same!

[cryptidvoidwritings]

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[okutama-tpreport]

10月14日奥多摩レイクSUP13：00～

まだ落ちてないのは誰～？

冷たい水なのに、暴れん坊ばかりがそろい踏み(笑)

バトルロワイヤルで燃え尽きました( *´艸｀)

合言葉は・・・

[robintherobiner]

Bruce Wayne at a gala: Oh my goodness, have you met my babies yet?

Person: Babies? I thought-

Bruce, dragging them over to a group of people: Here we go! Meet my precious angels.

Dick, 29: Hi, pleasure to meet you.

Cass, 23: *waves*

Definitely-Not-Jason-The-Dead-Son, 23: Sup.

Tim, 17 21: Ah, nice to see you again. Are you enjoying the gala?

Stephanie, 22: I am not his, or an angel. I am precious though.

Duke, 16: Hi! Have you tried the cupcakes yet?

Damian, 14: Greetings. Goodbye now.

Bruce: Aren’t they adorable? I birthed them all!

Person: But.. But you’re a.. man?

Brucie, beaming brightly: Whats your point?

[cheriebryantsart]

I actually finished this piece like over a week ago but I have been mega busy with convention prep and selling at a bring and buy sale and a convention that I have only just got chance to post this!!!

This is based on a Leyendecker painting called Golf or Tennis (there is two versions of the painting this is based of the one with two women mostly.)

This is also my piece for the Dead Boy Detectives Pride Charity Calendar which I am proper excited to take part in. It's gonna be mint. i also did a quote piece for it (and maybe will get a cheeky second piece done, we shall see)

here's more information on which charities the calendar is supporting

and an FAQ on any questions you may have

[on-the-clear-blue]

Champion and King Pt1

(Since yall seemed to want this...)

Danny didn't know why he was doing this, didn't know why he agreed to try this for Clockwork...

He cursed the day he defeated Pariah Dark, that great petty bastard cursed him with something much worse than a missing limb or death.

Motherfucking paperwork

And centuries of it, sure there was some meager efforts done by the Ancients over the years but at some point they just stopped.

And now he was stuck behind a desk reading mind-numbing legal jargon trying to figure out what exactly the Observants wanted him to do, the most he was able to comprehend was they wanted support for an increase of dead from leprosy...from 800 BC.

He slapped it with his decline seal and moved onto the next, another plea for more funding by Walker, accepted and pushed to another bin.

Read, Stamp, put in Bin.

That was his life now.

He had become the lamest office worker whenever he wasn't at school or sleeping, he hadn't seen Sam or Tucker in what felt like years...

His eyes skipped over lines of text, sighing as he let the paper drop, his ink stained fingers rubbed at his eyes, yawning as he did.

Stretching back in his chair, Danny stared up at the ceiling of his office, feeling some calm come over his tired mind, his ceiling was covered with stars on pitch black, his eyes could pick out constellations known and unknown, one (and maybe only benefit) of being the Ghost King was that he had full access to all of the ghosts in the Realms, others who looked up to the stars and felt hope.

Watching the stars twinkle for another minute, Danny groaned before looking back to the piles and piles of paperwork, only pausing as there was a bright pink postit note stuck on the paper that he had recently tried to read.

It was both a welcome distraction and a troublesome thing, picking it up, Danny's eyes narrowed as he read.

'Dear King Daniel, I hope this note finds you well, a pressing matter has come to fruition that need your attention. Come to my tower, I wish to speak to you.'

Grumbling, the teen stood, wincing at the creak of his bones as he stretched, he is barely over 14! Why does he have a worse back then his father!

---

Floating through the purple door of the clock tower, Danny looked around for his supposed mentor.

Letting out a grunt as he was tackled from behind, the teen glared at the pint sized Clockwork grinning evilly up at him, "Sup Unc, took you long enough, were you in Ohio? That's totally not skibidi rizz my guy, never Ohio max Danny, it would destroy the time stream."

How is this the same person thst sent that flowery worded message from before? Simple, it was an older Clock Work, as his body cycles through ages, so does his words and how they are used...sadly.

Rolling the young Clock Work off himself, Danny glared for a moment before sighing, "if you brought me here just to sprout brain rot I am calling Technus and making him ban your accounts..."

The small Clock Work glared at Danny for a moment before shifting to a more mature form, "Truely if my excited form is too much for you I fear for the other citizens of the realm." Not letting Danny defend himself the now man steam rolled on, "But that matters not as of now, for I must instruct you on another Kingly duty that you have yet to do."

Danny sucked in a breath and tried to stop the growl that wanted to come out, he would save it for his office and his mountains of paperwork, "Another? I am already drowning in paperwork! I am this close to helping Vlad get my mom just so he teaches me the duplication trick he does!" Pacing the teen dragged his hands down his face, "I am barely in the 800s BC! Undergrowth doesn't need to help save a certain flower that can only be found on one island because it fucking sunk and became Atlantis! Did you know that's how I found out it was real? Fucking Atlantis is real and I found out through paperwork!"

As he ranted Danny gripped at his hair, tugging at it as he continued "I can't even process that because I have Walker up my ass, every second paper is him asking for more funding! Why does he need more ecto? He only has 5 inmates at a time?"

Clockwork o lyrics crossed his arms, watching as Danny raved onward, after he hit the five minute mark, Clock Work grabbed the teen by his shoulders and shook him lightly, "Daniel this will not be anything like the paper work, will you kindly cease speaking and let me tell you what it is?"

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Billy yawned and decided that today would be a good day, it wasn't really anything that was about this morning that was unnormally good or nice, but Billy couldn't shake the feeling it was going to be great!

Stretching, as he shucked off his sleeping bag, the teen rolled off his sleeping pad and fumbled for his phone, a small rinky dink flip phone he had gotten with prepaid minutes.

Yawning again as he checked on the time, he nodded, he would be able to stop by the shelter in an hour to get breakfast, he could thr pop behind the general store to see if Mister Mathew had anything he needed help with/ was throwing out.

Shuffling around his makeshift area, Billy packed up his things, slotting them into an old military backpack he had been able to snag out of a dumpster, it only had a few holes! Practically brand new for a homeless kid.

Checking over his League communicator, he made sure that the world didn't end while he was sleeping, and set off for the day, humming a tune as he walked through the abandoned subways under his city.

Coming out to one of the less abandoned places, he waved at some of the kinder homeless population, he had been on the streets longer than most, but for some reason a lot of them still treated him like he was fresh out of a foster home.

Taking a deep breath as he came up into the light of day, Billy hummed, a smile on his face as he set to do his morning rounds.

---

Okay so it seemed like the day was purposely trying to make Billy get in a bad mood, the shelter denied him entry since they were full up, which is fine, he has protein bars in his backpack.

Then it seemed like Mister Mathew forgot to tell his new hire about their little deal so he got cussed out and chased off, which is again, is fine, he will try again later when he knows for sure that Mister Mathew is actually there.

No, what was the serious thing that was trying to make him have a bad day was the twenty story tall tentacles that were whipping around trying to destroy the better part of down town Fawcett city.

"Oh shiz...am heh." Shaking his head from his own little pun, the teen ran into a near by alley, did a once over to make sure there wasn't any unexpected viewers, and then called out the old wizards name, "Shizam!"

Lighting tore through the sky and slammed into his chest, in a flash of light Billy Batson, homeless 14 year old was gone, and where he stood was Captain Marvel, Champion of Magic.

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He didn't do it on purpose, Danny swears mentally as he flew out of reach of the dark whip like tentacle, he still wasn't used to traveling by the Ring of Rage and well...his portaling wasn't as good as it probably should be...

Sending a blast of ecto at what he could only assume to be a being outside of his comprehension, Danny sneered at it "Oy grippy face! Leave the people alone! I brought you here dammit! Fight me you sad sack of calamari!"

Grinning as his taunts got him a feral grumbling and black ichor bubbling at what he could only assume a mouth was? He didn't really care as he focused on freezing the tentacle that missed him, stopping it before it could slam into a near by building.

But before Danny could attack the beast, he froze, his dead heart suddenly pounding in his ears.

After the portal accident, Danny instinctively had a sense about electricity, he could practically taste it when there was a high voltage.

And right now? His mouth was like an ozone ocean, his arm burned once again along the lines of his Lichtenberg scar, and with a boom that rattled Danny's core and left stars flying around his vision, a bolt of white lightning shot from a figure flying not to far away towards the great tentacle beast, making it squeal in pain.

But Danny was still frozen, eyes wide and hands shaking, as another bolt of brilliant white shot out from the being, a man in a scarlet suit, a snow white cape fluttering behind him, and a golden lightning built across his chest.

Danny was not going to have fun this fight isn't he?

[redpill-tfs]

sup mate I'm british can I get a red pill I hate it here.

I'd be glad to help you out mate. I'll send you the pill and a plane ticket shortly. You'll know what to do when you arrive at your destination.

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You arrive at the London airport about a week later, ticket and pill in hand. Nothing else will be needed for your new life. You weren't told where you were going, and the ticket strangely doesn't say. It just has your name and the gate number. You're starting to feel a bit weirded out by it but anything is better than staying here in Britain, right?

You get through security with no issues, arriving at your gate just as the passengers are boarding. You sit down in your seat, ready for your new life to begin as the plane takes off not long after. The guy next to you is in a military uniform, looking at the nearly naked women in a magazine he brought. You try to hide your disgust in having to sit next to this guy for the whole flight. Those imperialist douchebags just bragged about the women they fucked and flexing in front of the bros. Totally unlike you in every way.

You remember the pill in your pocket and pull it out. It sits in the palm of your hand, almost begging to be swallowed. The in flight TV is playing news about debates in Parliament, but you can't bring yourself to pay attention. It's not as though British politics will matter to you anymore. that isn't to say you paid much attention before, not even taking the time to vote.

As the flight attendant brings you your water and the smallest bag of pretzels you've ever seen, you take the chance to finally take the red pill. It goes down on the first gulp. At first you don't feel anything. Was this all a scam? Are you going to be stuck in the US with only the clothes on your back and no way to contact anyone back home?

You don't have to worry for long, however, as you get a tingling feeling in your stomach. You squeeze past the guy sitting next to you and rush to the airplane bathroom, quickly locking the door behind you. You press your hands against the sink to support yourself. Were they always that big and calloused?

You take a look in the bathroom's mirror. Your hair has been cut into a short, standard brown haircut, not a hair out of place. Some stubble has grown onto your face, giving a nice mature but rugged look.

You stare in shock as your body changes. Any fat on your body is gone in an instant, replaced by pure muscle. Not too much, just enough to show you're in shape and train regularly. You feel your feet grow larger, now a size 14.

Your old clothes disappear in a flash as new clothes materialize in their place to match the new you. Your old nerdy t shirt is now a plain dark green, complimenting your new figure. Dark green camo pants accompany the look, perfectly showing off your longer legs. Was your butt always that much of a bubble butt? The pants sure don't hide it. A camo jacket drapes itself over your shoulders, the American flag displayed proudly on your bigger arm. Finally, a pair of boots plops onto your feet, ready for the days of training ahead. (Wait, training?)

That's right, you're heading back to base after taking a short vacation to the UK with your bro Jake. You've been in the army since you turned 18, hating your time in school and wanting to serve your country proudly, just as your father and grandfather did before you. You met Jake on the first day of bootcamp and became the best of bros ever since. You two constantly worked out together, ate meals together, and of course hit on women together when you took trips off base. You couldn't ask for a better wingman if your body count was anything to go by. The ladies love a man in uniform after all.

You give yourself one last look over in the mirror before you head back to your seat, giving Jake your special handshake as you sit back down next to him.

"You okay, bro? You were in there for a while."

"Yeah, broski. Just making sure I look good for the chicks, ya know?"

"If you say so bro. Hey, check out this chick in here."

As you refastened your seatbelt, you take a look back at the TV. FOX News is reporting how Trump is passing tariffs on Canada and Mexico. You smirk as you listen. You can't think of a better president than Trump, besides maybe Reagan. He was turning the country back around, making it a force to be reckoned with soon the global stage. Those sissy snowflake libtards could cry about it all they wanted, but you knew the country was on the Right path once again. You voted for Trump all three times he ran of course.

The flight landed in South Carolina not long after, and you and Jake set off back to Fort Jackson. Though sure no one would notice if you two snuck in a quick trip to a bar for a one night stand!

[mehwmidklpe]

hiii, i' Ve been Reading your Connor x reader AND I JUST LOVE HOW YOU WRITE THEM!! ⁠♡

i dont know if request for One shots are open but... Can i ask a connor stoll x a daughter of iris reader?

Like, Reader have Always a prism as a necklace that his mother iris gave her when her dad died and Connor stole It and reader Is mad asf

Idk like ad enemies to lovers thing? But u can write whatever you want i will eat up everything at this point 🫶🏻

Thank you again and keep going!! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

my requests are always open I get excited when I get them

and that's actually so nice omg, of course I'll write that for you! ♡

MESSAGERS PART 2

Waking up in cabin 14 was amazing as always.

It was so peaceful, so beautiful.

The prisms, the colors, the diamonds.

You were one lucky demigod.

You got out of bed, got changed and–wait. When you got changed you didn't see/feel your necklace around your neck. You're always wearing that necklace. You've never taken it if since– nevermind, that's not important.

What is important is searching for your necklace. On the desks, on the drawers, in them, under to beds, no where was a necklace to be seen.

You even looked everywhere you had been at camp the other day, but still no sight of that beautiful prism.

You sighed deeply, trying to say calm as you walked back into the Iris cabin, over to your two siblings who were also the headcouncelor and lieutenant counselor of the cabin.

They were discussing something when you approached them.

"Hey Butch, Mauve. You got a minute?" You ask them, a regular smile on your face. "Yeah, of course." They smiled back at you.

Before you could even say anything, Mauve spoke up. "Hey, where's your necklace?" She frowned. That's when Butch noticed too. "Yeah, the one with the pirsm. I've never seen you without it."

It was clear that people knew you never took i off, you fidgeted with it when you were nervous, you matched it with every outfit you wore.

"That's what I wanted to talk about, I can't find it anywhere." You tell them. "That sucks." Butch states. "And you're sure you looked everywhere?" You sister then questioned you.

You were quick to nod. "Yes. Everywhere." That earned a hum from your brother. "And it never occured you that it could be.. stolen?"

That caught you of guard. "Stolen?" You echo before letting out a small laugh. "Why would anyone steal that, and who would do such a thing?" You ask them.

"Well.. the Hermes kids have their reputation." Mauve informed you. "But they wouldn't do that. We get along great, you know, since our parents are both messegars." You reminds her.

Butch nodded. "That's completely true, but Connor Stoll, he pranks and steals from everyone, he doesn't care who it is. Could be the president or his closest friends and he'd still do it."

"Connor Stoll? You mean the hot Connor Stoll?" Yeah, Connor was hot, not gonna lie. But stealing your necklace? Not-so-hot.

Your brother frowned. "Uhm.. I mean.. is there another Connor Stoll?" He akwardly asks. Mauve brushed it off. "You should just ask him. Be kind and maybe he'll give it back." She suggested at which you nodded.

"I will, thank you so much." You quickly hugged them– a hug they returned of course –and rushed out to find Connor.

And when you spotted him he indeed wore your necklace. You sighed in relief, happy that it at least wasn't lost for good.

Thank the gods, thank Iris.

You quickly approached him with a smile. "Hey Connor." He stopped what he was doing and turned to you. "Oh, sup."

"I noticed that you're wearing my necklace and I'd be very happy if you could maybe give it back? It's really important to me." You said with a kind smile and a kind tone.

Then Connor pretended to think about it. "Mhmm. No."

Okay you did not expect that.

Your smile never faltered though. "Excuse me?" You asked. The blue eyed boy shrugged. "Well, I kinda like it, so I think I'll keep it to myself, thank you very much."

"Uhm.. I know that it's pretty, I do, but I really need it back. Like I said, it's very important to me and–" "Look, Y/n, spare me the nice talk. I'm keeping it." He interrupted.

"Please." You pleaded him. A grin spread across his lips, taking of the necklace from around his neck. "You want it?" That's when he held it in the air. "Come get it."

You couldn't believe this.

How could people be so cruel?

With a sigh, you tried to get it, making him stumble back at which you lost your balance and steadied it by placing your hands on his shoulder.

Dam was he close.

But nothing happened between you two cause you heard something fall onto the ground behind you, and the shattering sound made your stomach drop.

And Connor Stoll had the audacity to grin. "Oops."

You turned around to see the shattered pieces of your beloved prism necklace.

Gone.

It was gone.

You couldn't cry, Iris children are happy.

When you turned around, you were faced with a grinning son of Hermes.

Don't be mad.

Smile.

Iris children are happy.

Iris children think positive.

Iris children are peaceful.

You slapped him across the face.

Hard.

Every camper around you froze as they saw what happened. Did Iris' daughter just use violence against camp's greatest prankster?

Connor surely was in shock, his cheek burning from the pain. Since when were you so strong? And angry?

Without saying anything, you left, leaving Connor dumbfounded.

Another day, Connor was happy to finally get to talk to his brother again.

Since Travis left for college, Connor had spend every day missing him.

Finally, Travis had a free schedule so they had agreed to call.

Now demigods couldn't have phones.

And since Connor Stoll's good old friend Leo Valdez hadn't invented demigod proof phones yet– yet. –the best option was an Iris message.

So he did just that. But when he got to the "Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering." part, the rainbow infront of him faltered, no Travis to be seen

A frown placed on his face. "What the–" he tried again, but the view just faltered again. "Accept my offering?" He repeated.

But a voice echoed trough the room. "Offer declinded."

Offer diclined? What you mean offer declined??

"Wait, no, no, no. This is important, I need to see my brother, you can't just decline it. I'll steal– I mean I'll find more drachmas, I swear." But nothing he said worked, the view dissapeared, and Connor wasn't gonna see his brother again..

You were just peacfully drawing in cabin 14 cause you're good at that, of course, when the door bursted open.

A panicked Connor Stoll walked in. he scanned the place, scanning if there was any Iris kid present, and when his gaze landed on you, he was quick to walk over.

"You. Hey, Y/n. I need you to talk to your mom for me." He spoke to you. Your eyes never left your sketchbook. "I'm sorry, but I'm busy."

He shook his head. "That drawing can wait. For some reason, I can't do the Iris messaging shit anymore and I need you to talk to your mom so she can accept my offers again."

You smiled. "I'm sorry, I can't help you with that." "Yes you can, your mother is in charge of this, and she's kind, so one nice, brightful talk with her and I can Iris message people again. Please, this is important to me." Connor pleaded.

That got your attention, cause you looked up at him. "Important to you like how that necklace was important to me?"

Connor froze. "What?" "I guess it's not that important, then, is it?" You smiled at him.

But for the first time, your smile didn't look so kind and bright anymore, and that made the boy feel weird.

"Y/n, you can't do this to me. This is important, it really is." He told you, but you ignored it. "This is what happens when you disrespect a daughter of Iris. You're the only one to blame."

That's when the son of Hermes realized. "You did this, didn't you." That same smile stayed on your lips. "Took you long enough."

Connor shook his head. "You're cruel." He states.

"I'm righteous." You correct.

"Well trust me when I say that you'll regret it." The curly haired boy warned you.

"Whatever kind of prank you pull on me, it won't change, you'll always be banned from Iris calling." You remind him, and the thought of that made his chest ache.

"Screw you, Y/n. I thought children of Iris were supposed to be nice." Connor said, getting frustrated with you.

"I am nice, just not to you. Not anymore, at least. Now get out of my cabin before Chiron finds out you're breaking the rules, again."

And that's how the daughter of Iris and the son of Hermes became rivals, or enemies.

Whatever you wanna call their hatered for each other.

idk if this was good so I'm sorry

and I know the lovers part wasn't in this, but I can make a part 2 (and probbaly 3) if you want

[avianoutcast]

[MASTER POST]

(LIST & LINKS DOWN BELOW)

(Still too lazy to change the master post cover lol)

Outcast: Sup fellas. Outcast!Sans here! Me and my partner, Avia, would like to welcome you all to our lil' side of the multiverse.

Avia: For this post, we'll be creating a 'Master Post' documenting all our progress (and shenanigans) in the creation of this AU.

So if you're interested, please like, follow and stay tuned for further updates!💜

And If any of you have questions either about the lore or characters, please feel free to Ask!❤️💙

Outcast: Aaannd if ya just wanna chillax, you can always ask good ol' Sans for some 'rib-tickling' jokes! Heh

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About Ships // pt.2

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[MY AUs]

PROMISEDTALE

REFERENCE SHEETS

Chara ref sheet // pt.2

Alphys & Papyrus

Promise!Gaster Color Palette + character references

Age ref

AU INFO

Soul Modes

Data Collection // pt.2 // pt.3

Gaster's Ability

Outcast's Soul

Soul Synchronization

Scrying Poppies

Height.lol

Crashing

Error Confrontation

Bad Sanses // MTT interaction

SNOWBY SHENANIGANS pt1, pt2, pt3

British Gaster XD

Brotherless

Core.Frisk Encounter

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Gaster's friends

Hobbies

Nightmare Encounter

A Blessing or A Curse

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File_01—Gaster (Chapter 0)

Cover-p. 5, p. 6-8, p.9-10, p.11-13, p.14-15, p.16-17, p.18-21, p.22-24, p.25-28, p.29-31, p.32-35, p.36-38, p.39-41, p.42 (extra), p.43-44, p.45-46, p.47-49, p.50-51, p.52-53, p.54-55

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DREAMLESS AU

Creator's ramblings

More ramblings TwT

Besties XD

The Skele-boys Gang XD

Nightlight outfit design! (Line art)

Finding Dream

Dreamless

Height

Meeting with the OGs X3

Dreamless' Last Letter

Dreamless in color (still too lazy to make a ref sheet TwT)

Inevitable Fate

Training // Success

A Dream or A Nightmare

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(just for fun and art practices)

Outcast!Sans zine cover

12.22♑

Christmas Special X3

New Year 2025!

Promise!Gaster Art

Outcast color practice

Avia color practice

The Skele-boys Gang XD

250+ Animatic Special💜🎉🎉 // script

Favorite/theme songs

Special Cake by Mama Star!✨

Human versions X3 // pt.2

Gaster doodles

Valentine's Special❤️💙💚🧡✨✨// + SNOWBY

MafiaAU.lol // pt.2

Swapped out XD ft.Epictale (lol)

Kun1 DTIYS X3

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[luna-loveboop]

'Sup

Wind's turn for an age poll! This one's probably a bit redundant, but it's for fun!

I'm gonna give the evidence first for Wind and Wild (since they have the most confirmed in canon):

-Wind spoke on his age in the Malon comic "Now I'm almost 14"

Wind says he is almost 14. Which is not 14- it means he is under 14, and implies 13

I think it's easy to see the number given (14) and forget the rest- but he is not 14, he's almost 14. 'tis a difference. And I want his birthday in the comic PLEASE let his birthday happen in the comic that'd be Awesome

-he's said to be the youngest, and he's grouped into the 'teen' category of ages

(I promise I'm not trying to be condescending if I've come across that way or anything. This is for fun, to see what everyone thinks on their canon ages, and also to be informative on this one I guess) :D

This is the one time I've felt all the options weren't needed- also the art is by Jojo @linkeduniverse <3

Share your thoughts if you want 00 (I want to see them :)) /gen

<Warriors

Wild>

masterpollst⛓️

[okutama-tpreport]

9月14日奥多摩レイクSUP14:45～

素晴らしい青空のしたで初めてのSUP☆

綺麗な自然に囲まれて幸せ～♪

合言葉は・・・

[sonoranbumblebee]

During Carmy's main "shouting wedding vows" monologue, I think he semi-consciously switches topics in a kind of a subtle way that's interesting.

So Carm lists Syd's great attributes, ending with "...and you're doing all of this great stuff for every right fucking reason."

And then, I think he switches to talking about Adam's restaurant. He doesn't pause or verbally mark it, he just launches into it. The segue is so fast that it wasn't until the third time I watched that I started to suspect he had switched gears and wasn't just ranting about the Bears.

"And I get it. This is a great opportunity. And it's for a lot of fucking money. And you can hire who ever the fuck you want?"

The this is the trick word here. If he'd said "that is a great opportunity" it would have been clear he meant Shapiro's, by using this it sort of hedges whether we're talking about Adam or Carmy. I was confused but accepting about the "lot of fucking money" and "hiring part" but on my first watches I just thought he was projecting into a Bear future where suddenly they're very profitable. But he's talking about what he thinks or knows is the Shapiro offer, which is a new opportunity to be sure and who knows might even be great. He also gestures that way which also happens to be where your hand would point if you were talking about this restaurant.

And then he switches back to talking about the Bear, and he gets much more aggressive, playing offense whereas he's been on defense since he first went out there:

"But this place, right now, this is starting to gel. It is starting to feel alive, right? And you will have seven people in front of a fucking train for you right now. And I'm gonna do everything I can to set you up for success but—any chance of any kind of good in this building started when you walked in and any possibility of it surviving? It's with you."

All of which is to say, that I think there's more of the "just please don't go to that other guy" in this whole fiasco than I thought at first glance.

It starts to read as more of a sales pitch than as an explanation/rationalization of why he needs to leave for his own reasons but she will be fine and here's why. He's trying to sell her on her own restaurant, which is of course a stand-in for his/their family.

Syd told TJ that if she went to pizza house they would never let her come back to video game house. But if I'm reading this correctly, Carmy is terrified that if she goes to pizza house she'll never come back to video game house, so he starts testifying about the relative merits of the Bear.

But maybe/definitely what he's also doing is trying to tell her why she should love their family and stay with them/him as opposed to leaving them/him.

"...starting to gel...starting to feel alive, right?" - "I know parts of this suck but other times feel pretty magical and good and almost perfect, right? We could be happy."

"people who will throw themselves in front of a fucking train for you right now." - We fucking love you for true, emphasis on relationships she can leverage right now as opposed to ones she *might* develop in 14 months when Adam's restaurant opens.

"And I'm gonna do everything I can to set you up for success" - she kind of takes this as a kiss-off like "I will print up some informative documents before I go" but maybe it's more like "I know you're wildly sick of my bullshit but I will do anything for you before you cut me loose, I am always at your service if you need help"

"...but—any chance of any kind of good in this building started when you walked in and any possibility of it surviving? It's with you."

any way you cut it, this is the big testimony. He's acclaiming her as a chef, but he's also reiterating what he said long ago: "I wouldn't even want to do it without you." This restaurant dies if Syd quits. If she leaves him for Adam he's done, because the Bear without her is a dead body with a missing heart.

In short, I think he was much more hurt than he let on, which I suppose we could have guessed. In any case, he's so desperate to prevent her leaving him for a better, less terrible/problematic chef that he basically fires himself without even talking to her. It's insane! He's trying to save his family but he keeps saying "restaurant" which she very reasonably finds uncompelling.

[nonaabuabu]

20.00 — 14/05/2025

Hi! Masih sehat kan?

Aku dalam keadaan sehat, ya lecet sedikitlah. Tanganku terluka dua hari yang lalu, lima titik di jari-jari tangan kanan. Hal yang membuat aku menggunakan tangan kiri lebih banyak belakangan. Penyebabnya, aku malu menceritakan, bukan karena aku teledor, tapi karena aku tak cukup mahir melakukan sesuatu sehingga terluka.

Badanku juga remuk redam, puncaknya tadi malam. Jam sembilan setelah menonton satu drama musikul aku tidur dengan sangat nyenyak. Seharian aku tak melakukan banyak hal kecuali pekerjaan rumah, menulis pun tidak. Aku beristirahat total.

Ada yang menarik belakangan, karena sedang musim kemarau banyak lubuk mulai mengering, Abang setiap sore mencari ikan bersama temannya. Aku mempelajari jenis-jenis ikan baru. Ada empat jenis ikan yang baru kukenal. Tapi yang lebih menarik aku belajar mengolahnya dengan berbagai cara. Sore ini aku membuat sup ikan, ini pertama kali. Bahkan aku tak pernah mencoba rasanya sup ikan.

Kelas editingku baru mulai bulan Juni, aku tak sabar menunggu. Tapi sembari itu aku sedang mengedit tulisan salah satu teman tumblr untuk buku digitalnya. Aku juga mencoba mengedit tulisan lamaku yang masih berantakan itu. Juga kemarin aku terhubung dengan salah satu pemilik penerbit, ia sedang mencari tim, semoga aku bisa masuk dalam seleksinya. Jika pun tidak aku akan coba yang lain.

Buku yang kubaca hari ini buku puisi, pemenang Kusala Sastra. Aku ikut mengirim karya untuk Kusala Sastra Khatulistiwa tahun ini. Tiga hari lagi mereka akan mengumumkan long list-nya. Aku juga cukup bergairah menunggu ini. Meski aku tak begitu berharap banyak, tetap saja aku ingin melihat progres menulis puisiku sejauh mana melalui lomba.

Oh iya, kedua temanku sejak SMA akan menikah akhir bulan. Si laki-laki adalah sahabatku, sedang si perempuan teman sekelas juga teman sekamar. Aku dekat dengan keduanya, tapi aku tak bisa datang. Ya lagi-lagi jarak yang cukup jauh dan aku tak punya waktu sebanyak dulu. Meski sah jadi pengangguran, sekarang justru aku punya banyak hal yang harus dilakukan.

Aku punya banyak cerita, yang terkadang itu cukup sedih karena tidak semuanya bisa diceritakan ke manusia. Padahal aku punya teman, tapi temanku juga punya kehidupannya sendiri dan aku harus menyaring mana sekiranya yang bisa untuk diceritakan kepadanya.

Kadang aku heran, setelah dewasa ini pertemanan tak lagi menghitung cerita duka. Aku punya pertemanan lain, yang berinteraksi lebih banyak. Tapi mereka tak lebih dari sekedar orang yang hadir untuk mengatasi kesepian. Seberapapun aku ingin berbagi, tak ada yang mampu keluar. Sebab bagi mereka, interaksi orang dewasa adalah hal-hal yang bersifat transaksional. Tak salah, hanya saja aku sering mempertanyakan, untuk apa aku turut serta di dalam?

Baiklah, sepertinya itu saja. Aku harap kamu juga dalam keadaan baik. Omong-omong aku tak bercerita agar kau merasa hidupmu lebih baik atau sama buruknya. Aku lebih senang jika kita lebih sering membandingkan hidup kita yang sekarang dan di masa lalu. Apakah kita bertumbuh, lebih baik atau seperti apa. Aku sendiri sadar, ada hal yang tak lebih baik, tapi secara emosi, aku sudah lebih baik.

Setidaknya, aku bukan lagi Yuli yang berteriak, "Ayo Tuhan, luka mana lagi, sini aku jabanin!" Aku sepenuhnya menerima, tidak ada manusia yang tak punya duka dan luka. Kita terbentuk dari semua itu. Aku senang, aku bisa menuliskan ini sekarang. Aku terdengar lebih bijak, hehe.

[fragmentedtear]

Moments in Zapolyarny Palace #14

Arlecchino: "Did someone hit you?" [She cupped Risa's cheek where a bruise was slowly becoming visible.]

Risa: "uhm.... no?" [There brows furrowed slightly]

Arlecchino: [Her eyes narrowed] "Why is your cheek bru-"

Childe: [Cutting Arlecchino off when he busts into the room] "Sup, comrades. Anyone up for a spar?"

Risa: [Stiffens on instinct, they were on the receiving end on his begging for a spar recently.] "N-no..." [tries to inch away.]

Arlecchino: [Her gaze sharpened as she noticed the way Risa stiffened] "So that's why....." [Her gaze turns to childe] "I supposed I can amuse you for a moment, 8 could use a warmup."

Childe: "Finally! A worthy apponent." [His usual smirk turned into a blood thirsty grin]

Risa: "You don't actually plan to fight-"

Arlecchino: "Rest assured, a rank as low as 11th can not put a scratch on me."

Risa: "I'm not worried about-"

Arlecchino: "I will refrain from killing him, just maiming."

Risa: "That's not-"

Arlecchino: "Let me handle it." [She gave them a gentle kiss on the cheek.]

Risa: "Let me- ! . . . ........" [They cut themself off that time, brain rebooting and buffering]

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Dottore: "You walked into the door this morning when you were half sleep."

Risa: "mhm"

Dottore: "When the bruise started to form, you ran into the Knave, and she questioned you."

Risa: "yeah..."

Dottore: "This in some way led to her agreeing to fight Tartaglia."

Risa: "Yes."

Dottore: "The fight end up with Tartaglia in this state?"

Risa: "Yessir"

Dottore: "And the fight burned over half if the training room?"

Risa: "... Yes?" [The burnt area was actually on them. Arlecchino didn't even have to use her vision to overpowered Childe.]

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Risa's accidental elemental activations.

Anemo = Annoyed or angry

Hydro = Physically or emotionally hurt (or constipated)

Dendro = Indifferent (Emotionally shuts themself down)

Electro = Jealous or Irritated

Cryo = Pissed

Geo = Fear

Pyro = Flustered or Excited

[dandylovesturtles]

More Sidelined propaganda for @tmntaucompetition ! Today's special guest star is Omega from Replica by @kathaynesart

I promise that the 100ft boys aren't my redheaded stepchildren I've just had more ideas for Sidelined so far (and also they've been in a comp before). I'll try to write something for them sooner rather than later.

But for now, this!

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"Ohmigosh, look at that!" calls Mikey, pointing excitedly. "It's a cartoon Donnie!"

It's not hard to tell what he means - some kind of screen mounted on a wheeled tripod, with a cartoon Donnie face making various expressions as he "looks" around at the assembled turtles. Leo wheels his chair towards him, grinning mischievously.

"Look guys, Donnie finally evolved to his final form."

"Hah hah, I haven't heard that one a hundred times before just today," says the Donnie on the screen.

"He even does sarcasm like Donnie!" squeals Mikey.

"Faaaascinating," says Leo's Donnie, leaning in close to observe. "I would think this Donatello is just broadcasting from some remote location, but then why the sprite-based representation of myself? Mikey's handiwork, I assume."

"Correct that it is Mikey's artwork, however, wrong that I am a Donatello broadcasting from a remote location." The cartoon Donnie looks entirely too smug, even in 2D. "I am a fully autonomous AI made from Donatello's personality and memories. I am Omegabootyshaker9000, but most people call me Omega."

"An AI!? Of me!?" Donnie is really buzzing now, practically fluttering around the tripod. "Oh, that's brilliant! Ooooh, I would love to get a look at your programming - may I?"

"Nope, my programming is proprietary, as you well know."

Donnie's face falls. "Awww, come on! Your creator and I are the same person!"

"The deviations between our timelines would suggest that they are not. But nice try."

Donnie immediately turns sulky, pouting off to the side of the Leo's wheelchair. Leo wants to laugh at him, but something more important than his brother's disappointment occurs to him.

"Hey, if you're one of Dee's AI, I know someone who'd want to meet you."

So saying, he reaches around the back of his chair, under the various things he has hanging in the way (as always) and taps on the little drone stowed there. He hears a questioning whirr, then the sound of rotors slowly starting up, and then Shelldon pushes his way out from under Leo's hoodie, stretching his rotor discs like they're limbs.

"Sup dudes?"

"Check it out, Shelly - it's one of your big brothers!”

"Hm?" Shelldon blinks at him, still booting up, before finally looking at Omega. That seems to shock him all the way awake, zipping toward the screen and doing a lap around it. "Whoa! A Dee AI!?"

"Shelldon!" cries out Omega, looking delighted. "Oh, look at you! You look so young!"

"Hey, I'm not young! I'm version 13.0.8!"

"Ah, almost version 14..." Omega chuckles. "I know how much trouble you gave Donatello back in those days."

"He gives me plenty of trouble now," huffs Donnie, still sulking.

"Eh, don't listen to him," says Leo, waving it off. "Shelly's great!"

"You are part of the reason I have so much trouble with him," Donnie argues. "You're a bad influence!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"They update so fast," says Omega, interrupting their bickering. His sprite has a look of wistful nostalgia. "You should really cherish this time, you know."

"Eugh." Donnie makes a face. "There's nothing about this time to cherish. I'll be glad when he updates out of it."

"You think that now," says Omega, "but whenever Donatello remembered those years... he missed it."

The past tense applied to his twin makes something in Leo's stomach twist. Though they're out of his sight, he can sense Mikey and Raph tensing up, too. For the first time, Leo has to ask himself why Donnie needed to make an AI to store his memories and personality. And he doesn't like any of the plausible answers.

Omega seems to realize after a moment that he's sobered the mood, because he does a very exaggerated clearing of his throat and says, "So, that wheelchair is interesting, he said in a very natural segue. Is that a Genius Built original?"

"Uh," says Donnie, and then he kickstarts into motion. "Why yes! Yes it is! You know, I can show you the schematics if you just let me see-"

"Haha, nice try again! But no."

"Awwww, come on!"

[lislelycan-i-am-dumb-lol]

SUP TV HEAD!!

I wonder how these two will react to each other when meeting for the first time

P.S she does have a tail but doesn't use or show it often lol.

Maybe he will be amused?

Startled?

Threatened?(Lol imagine being scared of a 14 year old-)

Interested?

Or simply just shrug it off lol

Also didn't add Copper cuz I was lazy but a small Copper comic is coming up soon!

RTV AU by: @4thwallbreakerdraws2