#takeover event

[benevolentindigo]

"Hello, online folks :)"

"I had decided to take a short visit to Fear's forest and look at what I have found! A little... Broken up but perfect!!!"

"I think this belonged to them but oh well... Finders keepers!"

[rebootgrimm]

Yo!!! So I have decided to do a takeover inspired by @averagetmntfan, although it’s someone you’ve already seen lmao

Ask Past! Zaria! (part two)

But to add a bit of spice in there, you can ask the past versions of her parents as well! Any current role plays going on with present Zaria will continue I just wanted to do this hsngjend.

Here’s the only Past! Zaria full body ref I have lol. I don’t have designs for her parents but eh (they honestly don’t need a past version, the only reason Zaria does is fancy clothes and long hair. that’s the only difference)

Like the last time, Zaria will be 15, so that’s about a year before she runs away. I have no fucking clue how old her parents are. I have not decided ages yet. enjoy (below cut is just tags btw)

@dmr-au @candycoffinss @lilacquintet @baileythebean @schnozzlebozzle

@thesilliestofallqueers @lunajanearabella @grandselfmythologizing

[alexdanger0894]

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! BOYS AND GIRLS! COME ONE COME ALL TO THE RINGMASTER TAKEOVER EVENT! THIS WILL LAST AS LONG AS IT CAN (let's hope the account host doesn't find out!) NOW! SEND IN YOUR ASKS AND I WILL ANSWER THEM!

[askwhispangle]

"Heya, everyone! Both Tangle and Whisper are busy for a few days so they left me in charge!"

"As always, just like them, I am a minor as well so nothing lewd. Questions are open 24/7 so ask away everyone!"

[robin-the-wanderer]

Static and Renny got bored of Rotomblr, so now they’re trying to stuff Harper inside the hotel room washing machine because he’s a water type. Arc, electric types can be so… erratic at times.

…

Oh, sorry, not you, lil star. You’re big as a house but quiet as a mouse. Anyway, ya reckon a teenage inteleon can survive for long enough in a washing machine or should I call for help…?

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Seems we have Time on our Hands.

🐦‍⬛ Yup, I'm throwing another cat at you, Miss Raven. Deal with it. 📚

Above All, Self Control.

"Ms. Crowley, might I have a word with you? It will take but a moment of your time.”

Raven froze at her desk. the books she had been shuffling almost slipping from her grasp. She found her Magic History professor’s gaze, a piercing grey, on her. He stroked the fat cat cradled in his arms with one hand—and that, paired with the stern composition of his face, and the time that had carved folds into it, made him appear like a comedically evil villain from a spy film.

Raven gulped. “Yes.”

"Uh-oh," a mob student snickered in passing. "Looks like the teacher's pet is getting busted."

She shot them a glare as they ducked out of the classroom, followed by a stream of other students. Most of them were no friends to her—she didn’t know expect them to look back, to wait on her. The door unceremoniously slammed shut after the last boy had left, as if condemning her to solitude with the warden thar kept them jailed in lecture.

She stood and made her way over to Trein’s desk, but stopped several paces from it. Raven carefully eyed the feline comfortably sat in her instructor’s arms.

She had seen the cat videos online. From this distance… he shouldn’t be able to pounce on me.

Trein cleared his throat. "Would you care to come closer? I do not wish to raise my voice.”

“S-Sorry, Professor Trein,�� she stuttered. “I don’t think I can.”

The older man sighed. “This is what I wanted to discuss. I have noticed this since the beginning of the school year.” He indicated the large gap of space between him and her. “Is there a reason for it? And if so, how may I correct it? The last thing I would want is for my students dread my presence.“

“Eh?!” Raven flushed with shame. Her eyes darted from Trein to Lucius. “I-It’s not you, sir. It’s… well, um… b-being a bird and all, there are certain instincts that are difficult to override… and cats being the natural predator to birds is..."

“I understand. Dear me, it sounds as though my Lucius is making you feel this way.”

“Mrrow? Meow meow meow..” ("Who, me? I wouldn't hurt a fly.") Lucius tilted his head up at his name, ears twitching. Raven jolted back, as if struck by a slap. His contractor kept a firm hand on Lucius’s back, pinning him in place.

“This is quite the conundrum,” Trein mused. “I worry this could impede your studies. More importantly, I would never wish to bring distress or discomfort to those under my instruction. Then there is a personal concern."

"What would that be, sir?"

"You won't be able to fully appreciate Lucius's appeal." This, Trein stated with a face so straight, a tone so serious, it threw Raven off guard. "This won't do. It must be corrected at once for the sake of your academic success."

"C-Corrected?! And just how do you intend to achieve such a thing, Professor...?" Her stomach tightened into a hard knot.

"Exposure therapy. Have you heard of it?" Trein held Lucius up, fingers tucked under his familiar's front legs, exposing his furry belly and swaying tail. Lucius blinked lazily at Raven. "We will start small and take gradual steps to have you become more accustomed to the presence of cats. I will consider it a milestone if we are able to reach the point at which Lucius can sit in your lap and you can pet him without feeling apprehensive."

"Huh?! L-Lucius-san... in my lap?! Me, petting him?!" Raven paled on the spot. "I-I do admit that it would be best if I learned to overcome this, but... Don't you think it's asking too much of me to... touch Lucius-san in such an intimate way? Wh-What if he bites or scratches me?!"

“Myyyeow!! Meow mrow…!” (“I take offense to that. I’m not a savage…!”)

"He won't, I guarantee it. My Lucius is a very good, very well-behaved boy--and, moreover, he's excellent with children." Trein smiled fondly. "Aren't you, Lucius? You'll help Ms. Crowley, won't you?"

"Mrrowwww." ("I'm not opposed to getting more head pats.")

"There, you see? Lucius is willing to do all that he can to assist you. If you still have your doubts, I will of course be present to supervise and assuage your worries. The sooner we nip this in the bud, the better--lest it snowball into bigger issues down the road."

"Nngh..."

I can't argue with him here... He's completely right! If I don't face this now, then when will I? I'll only keep putting it off, letting that fear fester. I should stop making excuses and take the plunge while this opportunity is still avaliable!

Raven took a deep breath. "... I see the value in these teachings. Very well, I'll be under your tutelage for the time being.”

"That's the spirit. I think I speak for Lucius too when I say we look forward to working with you, Ms. Crowley."

Lucius produced a low purr, sounding like the gentle rumble of an engine starting. Raven flinched, but managed to keep from backing further away.

“I look forward to working with you too…! Please be kind to me, Professor Trein and Lucius-san!"

“Meow mrow.” (“I’ll be as nice as I feel like being, kid.”)

[intotheelliwoods]

Ahh this event has gotten so much reception! I dont think I can answer you all but I will certainly try to get to as many as I can! :)

Maybe this can last 2 days? 3?? We will see!

[ask-nurse-curly]

Something I can’t help thinking about.

The damage I have suffered from hypoxia — I am not that well-versed in neurology, but my doctor told me that there is a possibility that it would not be as drastic as it ended up being, and that the…that its final degree is conducive to a scenario where my brain has already taken similar damage before.

Which could include things like hypoxia, haemorrhage, or— poisoning.

I think I would remember if I had a run-in with a rope before, and all the scans I’ve done here showed no blood where it shouldn’t be.

…I wasn’t wrong, was I. I was so certain that we were one bottle of isopropyl short, but Jimmy kept brushing it off until I let it go.

[pjsk-facts]

After Kana5, we're getting a new event where every character participates in a Mario Kart tournament. The VBS Mario Kart side story from one of An's cards was actually foreshadowing this event.

[rebootgrimm]

I am yet again promoting the ask thing with Past! Zaria chat please

forgot to say but you can ask the past versions of her parents too, if ya want

not expecting shit for them honestly but hey they’re there if ya want

[purpleskelet0n]

Hello, good people of Tumblr! Don't worry about your "purple skeleton", they're just...taking a break. But in the meantime, your dear friend Elvis is here to answer your most pressing matters, The Inbox is open to all, and perhaps, if Eddie can't handle my adoring fans, they'll let me have my own blog! Chop Chop dearies! Don't keep your Narrator waiting.

(ASK EVENT!! GO TO MY INBOX!! WILL LAST ALL WEEKEND! MAYBE MORE!)

[doinkdoinkdonk]

via agiftfromtodd on instagram

This video doesn't have audio because it's copyrighted, but it's linked below. "Hostile Government Takeover (EDM Remix)" by AGiftFromTodd.

[robin-the-wanderer]

[ an audio recording dated back to a few weeks ago. the background noise is messy, but you can hear panicked panting and puffing, and a crowd of clamouring voices in the background, as if someone was being chased. ] “harper! use- use dark pulse-“

[ a terrified scream tears across the recording; and there’s a loud crash before silence ensues. loud panting and puffing is heard in the background. ]

“dispose of the girl. take the beast and go.”

“no-” [ there’s a sound of a scuffle, and another scream. ] “no, please, get that gun away from me, please don’t hurt me- DONT TAKE KONPEITŌ, NO!”

[ a desperate guttural shriek is heard, followed by the sound of a charging gun, before there’s a burst of a pokeball opening. ]

[ loud whirring sounds akin to roaring are heard; you can’t really tell if it’s of terror or of rage. the powerful boom of electricity is heard cutting through the air, followed by the cries of a panicked crowd of women and men. ]

[ there’s a faint “retreat! retreat!” in the background, and after a few more moments of chaos, silence returns once more. ]

“…”

[ another, sadder whirring around is heard this time, as if it was ashamed. ]

“konpeitō. please.”

“they’re gone. let’s go home.”

[ the sound of a pokémon being withdrawn into its ball, and the scuffle of boots against pavement, following shaky breaths that trailed off into the night. ]

…

Oh. Sorry. Arché did not mean to send recording. Arché no know how to delete recording, so Arché will just leave recording there and hope row-tum-blr no mind. Gratitude. Have good day.

[aster-the-floof-dragon]

I just called my representatives and so can you!

Even if no one answered, I was still able to leave a voicemail which can count massively. I normally hate doing phone calls but I still did it!

And if the voicemail box is full, you can always email!

I will even say that I had issues reaching one of them. All I had to do was try the number for the local office and it worked.

I used 5 Calls to help me find my reps and get a script for what to say in regards to the Musk takeover. Things are dire and its up to us to hold our reps accountable to do something about it and contacting them directly is the best way to do it.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Heel, Stay, and Shake.

🐦‍⬛ What’s this? A wild bird in our classroom? Now we can’t have that, can we? 🧪

By My Hand.

Raven didn’t know what to expect when Professor Crewel asked to see him after class. A summons from him typically meant one of two things: a thorough scolding or remedial work. Sometimes both.

She wasn’t the type for either. Raven kept her head down and behaved—and thus stood off to the side of his wrath. And now here she was, standing in the line of fire.

“Wooow, sucks to be you,” Ace had sneered on his way out. “The goody-two-shoes finally gets into trouble herself!”

“Leave her alone, Ace,” Deuce grumbled, “You don’t want to make things worse for her than they already are.”

Even the Prefect, Yuu—level-headed, neutral—had passed her a look of sympathy. But they cleared out of the laboratory the same as the rest, leaving Raven to her doom.

The heavy wooden door slammed shut, trapping her in with their teacher.

Crewel had traded his lab coat and safety goggles for his usual attire: a black and white color-blocked vest, black undershirt and slacks, smart shoes that clicked with every step, blood red gloves, socks, and tie. Over this, a striped fur coat with several tails, the insides a shocking scarlet.

He ran a hand through his hair—black slicked back, white in a graceful sweep of parted bangs. His eyes, a shade of iced onyx, dug into her like the teeth of a dog. Not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to threaten to.

She struggled not to tremble under his gaze. Raven knew it to be discerning and, more importantly, unrelenting in its critique.

“Crowley.”

“Y-Yes!!” Raven yelped, standing at attention. Her posture naturally corrected itself at his voice. Back stiffening, head lifting. “Wh-Whatever it is I’ve said or done to offend you, I apologize! I will reflect on my actions and do better in the future!”

“Offend me?” Crewel’s surprise melted into a devilish smirk. “You’ve done nothing of the sort. However, I’m flattered that you would think yourself in such dire need of my private instruction.”

“Eh? Then what did you need me for…?”

“A curiosity of mine. I hope you do not mind.”

“N-No, sir! Curiosity not minded!”

A chuckle.

Crewel extended his pointer to a line of shelves. “I’ve heard from the headmaster that you care for colorants. Is that correct?”

Raven was all too eager to provide the answer and then book it out of there. “That’s right. I brew some in my spare time. They’re enchanted inks, meant for writing and journaling.”

“Inks? What, may I ask, makes them ‘enchanted’?”

“Well…” Raven gestured to a potted mandrake. “It’s like cultivation. I infuse magic into the ink, which grants them fun properties. Smelling like an orange slice, glowing even long after you’ve penned it, words that produce the sounds they write out.”

“I see.” Interest had started to seep into Crewel’s voice. “Have you ever thought to extend this skill to other areas of application?”

“No, not really. It’s just something I got into to save on pocket money. Commercial inks can be expensive, so I thought to make my own with the ingredients gathered from around campus…”

Raven trailed off.

A glint had settled into Crewel’s eyes. The very same shine that came into Crowley’s at the mention of money or fresh game.

“It seems to me,” Crewel said slowly, “that you have a talent.”

A stone dropped into her stomach.

Uh-oh, here comes trouble.

“I would very much like to train that talent.” He tapped his pointer into an open palm. Each strike light, but had all the gravity of a gravel.

“Huh?!”

“You’re familiar with Night Raven College’s charity ball?”

“Yes…”

She couldn’t forget it even if she tried. The headmaster had droned about it for the last several weeks, declaring it a “prime time” to look good to the public. (Half of those weeks had been spent preening and wondering which suit and tie to wear.)

“School staff are to be in attendance to oversee the event. This year, we’re donating the proceeds to an animal shelter on Sage’s Island—a cause I’m particularly passionate about. As such, I would like to wear something stunning—and to dazzle at a show, you must have the element of surprise. I will be designing my own outfit. That is where you will come in.

“I will provide the materials, and you will prepare the dye for it. I want a unique color and magical effect that suits my image and enhances it.”

“But I don’t know the first thing about fabrics or treating them,” Raven protested faintly.

“Which is why I will mentor you. It will be a collaborative effort.”

“I-I’m sure you’re entirely capable of accomplishing this on your own, Professor! After all, Crewel-sensei is so very skilled…”

“Tch.” He frowned, making his displeasure clear. “You are missing the point, pup. Do you really think I wouldn’t have already done so, were that my intention?”

Raven flinched. “I don’t know, sir.”

“Night Raven College is making efforts to promote teamwork in its curriculum and extracurricular activities. For such a front-facing event, our new direction will be center stage. You’re a clever girl. I’m certain I do not need to explain the importance of this.”

“Surely there are more ideal candidates, sir… Students far more qualified than me. V-Vil-senpai? Or a Science Club member? Rook-senpai might be interested.”

“Of course I am aware of that—but this isn't about them. This is about you."

His pointer sliced through the air, so sharp that it cracked like a whip, aiming itself right at her. Crewel's face was the picture of arrogance, a high and mighty king looking down at the peasants. (Raven suddenly understood why he, of all teachers, was a Night Raven College graduate.)

"Since the day you scampered into my classroom, you've been nothing but a meek little thing. Obedience is all well and good, but you lack a bark and a bite, the confidence to be bold and to demonstrate your ability with pride. Schoenheit and the others already have that.

“You must learn how to speak up, pup! And this Crewel-sama will be the one to teach that to you.”

“B—But…”

“No buts!” he snapped. “If you’re going to reject the idea, then do so with your entire chest! I will accept it as proof of your bite. If you cannot muster that, then you will submit yourself to my guidance. What will it be?”

Raven shrunk back—proving his point. Speak up? Louder, more sternly—against her own teacher? She couldn’t.

Yikes, he’s so fired up about this… There’s no way I can comfortably say ‘no’!

She balled her fists up, terribly twisting her skirt. Raven sighed deeply, resigning herself to her fate.

“… Alright, I will do my best to assist, Crewel-sensei. In return, I will be relying on you too.”

“Good girl. You’ve made your choice.” Crewel offered a hand. “Then let us shake on it.”

She hesitantly took it. His grip was firm and resolute, hers limp and unenthusiastic.

At last, he smiled in satisfaction. “I look forward to instructing you, Crowley. I expect you to keep up.”

Never in her life had she felt more like some poor dog strung along on a leash.

[inkynightmaresau]

THE STUPID JANITOR GOT RID OF MY DRAWING AGAIN