#the NERVE of not being canon

[shiiro-arts]

Official art Nalu vs manga/anime Nalu is so different you would think mashima is actually a horny fan drawing fanart of their OTP

Like

What do you mean this is official

Uuuh???

These just look like the fanbase most popular headcanons come on…

BFFR

[little-pondhead]

I have a simple fascination and joy in the thought that, for the Ghost King AU, most of the time Danny is literally so normal compared to other ghosts.

Like, he’s a kid. He looks like a kid. Going by canon appearances, he is the most human looking ghost we see (aside from Ellie). Even Plasmius is more inhuman, which is where all the vampire jokes come from. Every single one of this enemies is off even in a human disguise. They’re not human, and people don’t expect them to be.

So aside from the implications of Danny looking like a child ghost, I wonder what other characters would think if they summon the Ghost King, expecting this huge monstrosity worse than anything they’ve ever seen, and getting a totally normal human-looking kid.

I’d be terrified. Because if horror movies have taught us anything, it’s that the most innocent and normal looking people are the worst monsters you’ve ever seen.

Like, what is he hiding??

[iamumbra195]

Don't you love it when you get back into your childhood hyper-fixation that you remember very fondly as an adult and realize how fucking depressing the actual story is now that you have the capacity to understand it beyond cool fighting and characters, humor, and awesome friendships?

[mugentakeda]

i deeply understand the hilarity in zuko being dumb in fics but when i read fics that are centered around him and iroh they always depict iroh being too wise when iroh being stupid occasionally was literally part of book 1 and 2s comedy. its important to me personally. mind you if zukos head wasnt nearly entirely bald against his will in book 1 then most of it would be grey hairs and it would be all irohs fault. buying random knick knacks off zukos monthly banishment budget when he had mouths to feed. turning the whole ship around for a singular tile off his nonsensical board game (itd been a farse to keep him off the gaangs trail but still.). his funky ass sandals. that ship is too small for him not to be washing his feet. running around hot springs while butt ass naked. flirting with women. making zuko socialize with zhaos bald and ignorant self

and thats not even covering book 2. eating poisonous flowers in the middle of nowhere then nearly dying. ruining the potential of zuko having a situationship with the cool mysterious tall boy with curved swords in ba sing se just to heat up his lame tea. No wonder zuko always lost it with him. i know i wouldve too. occasionally hed play the dumb old man card if it benefit him in some way but im telling u rn the other 85% was him just being stupid. It runs in the family. i wont stand for this erasure

[sonknuxadow]

theres multiple reasons i dont like s/urgeamy but one of the things ive seen people do with it that annoys me a bit is the idea that surge and kit are going to become good because surge is gonna fall in love with amy and thats gonna be her only motivation to change.. and im sorry but am i the only one who thinks it would suck so bad for such fun antagonists to instantly switch sides just because one of them was "fixed" by romance and no other reason

[freak1demon69]

Anyways dw guys I will be really petty abt a ship I don't like to make the class feel better. I really don't like Vallamir x FPP and i live in fear the next time someone draws it. This hatred- and this is really only gonna make sense to Nico but shh- genuinely only formed bc I was on my period so I was having A Bad One n getting blasted with ship art n discussion of smth I did not care about at all has made me mean

[emmebearpaw]

That feeling When you haven’t put in the work to make your OC as good as they should be

[voltrons]

i know that a majority of the characters in aftg with visible scars and injuries don’t necessarily have permanent or chronic injuries but it’s a nice change of pace to see fan art depict injuries and scars across the board. comics really shy away from characters being visibly hurt for longer than the story “requires” or showing past physical trauma outside of one off moments and it’s especially wild that characters so reliant on physical fitness aren’t regularly depicted with tools to aid in the upkeep of that. both in canon and in fanon??? for something with a plot as outlandish as cape comics it’s so refreshing to see scars and kt tape and braces be a mainstay in aftg fanwork. love u recovery devices. love u body maintenance tools. love u sports medicine

[musclesandhammering]

Real queerbaiting almost always has to do with an individual character’s identity rather than any romantic pairings but y’all aren’t ready to have that conversation.

[bluevelvt]

when people think anakin wouldnt have turned to the dark side if qui-gon trained him im just ?????

YOU THINK THAT WOULD HAVE STOPPED PALPATINE???

i mean qui-gon took anakin to be trained cause he thinks anakin is the chosen one or this is at least a major reason why and like??? PALPATINE WOULD HAVE JUST PIVOTED LIKE

"it's such a shame my boy that the council and even your master only see you as the chosen one and not your own person"

"i hope that they trust you as a jedi and not just part of a prophecy"

"i fear that qui gon only wants you as the chosen one and if you weren't, you would never have left tatooine"

LIKE PALPATINE WOULD HAVE DONE THAT! HE ENGINEERED A WHOLE WAR JUST TO TAKE POWER AND QUI-GON BECOMING ANAKIN'S MASTER WOULD HAVE DESTROYED PALPATINE'S PLANS???

idk just gets on my nerves and feels like a slight against obi-wan who yeah wasn't perfect and the circumstances for becoming anakin's master weren't ideal but i think he was a great master and this idea also makes palpatine seem far less manipulative, cunning, and evil

the man once said he would gladly make vader again given the chance, even knowing how it would eventually end, so he's not stopping just because anakin has a different master

[sonchiildren]

"You have to be some sort of dense to think my Goku or ANY other version of Goku would be a cheater. Shows how little you know him."

[astrids-multiverse]

natalia made ways to entertain her twins, such as teaching them about their mexican culture. natalia teached them how to dance, and even put them together to practice dancing. marena and alberto loved it so much. while natalia was single, and young she manged to study and get a teaching degree. so, marena's childhood was quite alright if you don't count her horrible father (and besides they got to get away from him right after they turned thirteen). natalia was loving towards her, and told her that she could trust her in every way possible. gentle, caring and kind, marena felt like she had everything a child should need in a mother. even as a stubborn teenager, natalia tried to be understanding towards her, and it wouldn't stop her from loving her daughter. 

y'all i'm so 🥺🤧

[cloudbattrolls]

Frankenstein's Nonsense

Ullane Wistim | Wellspring Clinic | Present Night

Note: The surgery mentioned is being developed for the sake of @contrastparadoxx's Tertet Virrus.

It was past the middle of the night, and the clinic was closed to visitors - its medic needed to do some preliminary work for a surgery she wanted to propose. Before she did, she needed a meticulously planned order of operations, list of materials, warnings of the risks involved - everything a troll required before any major surgery, plus a few extras. This was a custom job, after all.

The clinic was brightly lit, recently cleaned, and Ullane Wistim was getting to work.

She looked critically at the body on her operating table, its exposed muscles and organs constructed to mimic a specific living yellowblood’s, but it was all for show. Structurally speaking, the thing was more like a plant than anything, its cells living off light rather than food. It had a face blank of features, a head lacking a brain or even bones.

It spoke anyway.

“So, how’s it going?”

“I told you not to talk.” She said, voice slightly muffled behind her surgical mask as she adjusted her forceps’ grip on the layers of skin at the bottom of the mock ports they’d implanted in the arms and neck.

“I’m the one being cut into! I think I get to have an opinion.”

The body’s voice was cheerful, enthusiastic even. Ullane rolled her eyes behind her medical goggles.

“Can have opinion silently.” She grumbled, peering at where the connective biowire she’d used to approximate Tertet’s setup melded with Arty’s skin, muscle, and bone.

A short, blessed period of quiet ensued as she took notes on the elasticity of the wire and the nerve clusters it was most directly linked to. 

Unfortunately, Arty’s fake body couldn’t feel pain, even though it had imitation nerves, as the shell lacked a brain. So she couldn’t experiment with anesthetic or anything like that. 

It would immoral to ask it to feel pain for her, but it was a shame she couldn’t test as extensively as she’d like. Glas would never let her hear the end of it even if Arty agreed, most likely.

“I’m both impressed by how far ports have come and how invasive they still are.” Arty remarked. 

“I mean, honestly - you’d think in the last four hundred and sixty sweeps someone would’ve worked on that to make installation easier if nothing else. But no, still right into the bone, even if they are better with conductive efficiency these nights.”

“It’s a grounding technique.” Ullane said absentmindedly as she put her tablet down again (paper was no good when a stray blood splatter or fluid leak might get on it) and went back to examining the connections.

“Imagine if they only went as far as the muscle. It would be a much higher risk of frying the tissue if there was an excess of psiionic feedback. Bone is semi-conductive. Some currents, flowing in the correct direction, can pass through it safely, yes? Of course, also makes ports harder to remove.” She added, deadpan. “And more expensive.”

“Not to mention it complicates your job here.” Arty said with amusement. “You’re going to have his nerves spread out like spaghetti to make sure none of your repairs unsettle other existing damage while they’re in process.”

“Yes, thank you, Arty.” She grunted, plucking out some of its fake nerves and spreading them over a small board for examination.

Getting her assistant to make the body hadn’t been too hard, especially with her powers to assist it.

Now she had to simulate the damage done to Tertet’s nerves as well. She had the scans she’d done of the other yellowblood to help her, but it would still require a delicate touch with her powers and tools.

She took a deep breath, warm moisture filling the inside of her face masks, and projected a 3D model of the internal damage in the air as a reference for herself.

Her eyes sparked reddish pink as she withered and ‘burned’ the nerves as well as she could - not pushing so hard they were impossible to operate on, or so delicate they’d break apart. 

Then she intentionally disconnected some from the others and from the ports they had been tied to, further mimicking the upset done by the wrongly installed ones Tertet had once had. Fortunately, he had better ones now - that would definitely make things easier than if she’d had to work around the ruined set. 

Her model wasn’t perfect, but it was close enough. She knew anything she did wouldn’t be an exact re-creation; it wasn’t necessary anyway. This was about testing techniques ahead of time, to create the most efficient and minimally invasive surgery possible. 

Tertet deserved nothing less, after all.

Ullane respected him - a peer in the field, intelligent, and very much entitled to a better lot than what he had. 

She would have done her best even for a patient she did not like, but it felt especially important for a fellow, one suffering in a way that could have been so easily avoided.

Helming did not have to be painful.

It was not a popular opinion among other lowbloods, and Ullane understood why, rarely voicing it around any who had suffered as generators or were at risk to. They wanted to avoid the column completely, prioritizing that goal whether it hurt or not. 

Yet helming was not going away any time soon, and it could be far better of an experience than it currently was for all except the lucky few.

“What are you thinking about?” Arty said, curious.

“What do you think?” She muttered. “This is needless. Shouldn’t have to do this surgery at all. If only she’d been given proper ports the first time! Her psiionic type isn’t even rare, not hard to deal with. What were they thinking?”

“They don’t care, Ullane.” Arty said quietly. “You know what the answer is. Disposability. Machine, helm - we are both easily discarded. Or, if we are too valuable, we are never given any freedom.”

Then it laughed softly, the noise slightly static as it wasn’t speaking from a throat.

“But look at you, forceps like a sword of justice! Come on, see what you can do for me. Repair your work, Maledict.”

Ullane set down the forceps and took out a syringe, light gleaming off it as she held it in one medically gloved hand.

“Let’s see if Thrixe can do anything for this.” She murmured. “Diluted, of course.”

She’d been gone from crown clinic for a while now, but fortunately the Varzim signmates were happy to keep her supplied with regenerative serum regardless. She did miss Friday’s nanotech; she suspected Arty used some, but knew trying to ask for a sample probably wouldn’t go well.

Regeneration wouldn’t solve every problem here. The damage still had to be repaired with manual tools and her own psiionics, as the serum only regrew things as they had once been; it did not make any intentionally needed changes. Giving Tertet too many nerves would be an even worse issue than she currently had.

However, it might give her a little new growth to divide up and use to fix the damaged or missing parts, without having to worry about shortening them too much or her nervous system rejecting any implants.

She released a few translucent drops onto Arty’s damaged nerves, watching carefully. The dosage had been adjusted in mind of the patient’s psiionics, existing damage, calculated to not spread and regrow any other tissue that wasn’t needed.

Ullane grinned behind her surgical mask as the nerves began regrowing themselves, shedding dead matter she’d clean away later - yes, just as she’d thought; she’d still have to adjust the port interfaces and account for the misplaced clusters, but this would ensure she didn’t need to use any foreign matter to repair them! Rejection wouldn’t be an issue.

“Aaah, that feels nice.” Arty commented, confirming her satisfaction. “The power of growth, working its way through me.”

The entire nerve spread wiggled a bit, and Ullane scowled.

“Hold still.” She scolded.

“Oh, don’t fuss; I didn’t dislodge anything.”

She grunted because that was true, but she didn’t want to admit it; she’d see its smug expression later when it had a face again.

“We have more to do.” She said curtly, but without any real bite. Her movements as she took notes again were full of barely restrained excitement - a theory proven, a methodology paying off.

“We always have more to do, doctor, but I want a break, fun as this is.”

Ullane sighed, but put her tablet away and went to clean her instruments off, slightly disappointed but not minding too much. 

She turned around to see Arty weaving its nerves back into its body, growing a face out of the blank features the mock-up body had. Mouth, nose, and eyes built themselves, bone structure pushing forth from what had been smooth flatness.

She blinked, but it hardly bothered her anymore. Arty patched itself up with freshly grafted skin and stretched out its newly whole limbs before shaking its head and tossing its hair.

“That was nice.” It said, pleasant. “But I want to check on Wiggles.”

It threw a simple dress on and pranced off to visit its pet tiger shrimp in his tank near the entrance of the clinic. 

She shook her head, ears flicking in amusement. Such an oddly wholesome hobby for an entity like that. It really loved the bluish crustacean, fussing over his food, tank water and enrichment. 

Ullane looked at her notes and tools, dripping water after being freshly cleaned.

Hm. She should go find her lusus. Give him some attention. She’d made good progress; she could work more later.

The yellowblood discarded her surgical mask, walking off in search of her porcupine-firefly father to give him the scritches he loved so much.

[patrice-bergerons]

Consider a multiverse fic in which canon! Q and Bond find themselves in our universe.  I normally don’t like this trope because it almost always ends up feeling too gimmicky, but James Bond is such a cultural institution with an equal amount of cultural baggage that you can just about pull it off I think.  And the angst potential is exquisite.

Above and beyond the getting yanked bit, they can tell something is wrong in this new place the moment Bond uses his classic intro—”the name is Bond, James Bond”—and gets a hearty chuckle and a ‘good impression daniel craig lookalike’ in return.

(Bond could actually sense it a little earlier when Q saw him and pulled him into a bruising hug as if he’d seen a ghost. ‘What year is it for you?’ Q asked and looked puzzled for the briefest moment when Bond said 2019 though he quickly replied it was the same for him too and he had no idea where this 3 year gap came from, where in this new place it’s 2022.)

And this new place is full of ghosts—Eva Green looks exactly like Vesper, Judi Dench exactly like M and DCraig and Ben Whishaw, all of them actors, exactly like the two of them and so on.

Still, when they get DVDs of the films, they expect them to be wildly inaccurate—isn’t that always the case with movies based on ‘real stories’?—even though they hope they might contain some clue as to how the hell they get back home.  

Except they start CR and according to Bond, every single detail spot on from the make of the car he drove to what he wore—

I just think you can do so much with taking someone as private and cagey as Bond and turning his life (his grief) into mass entertainment, you know, and how dehumanising and bewildering it must be for them both to find out your life is a story as far as a whole universe is concerned with narrative choices and plot points, and them finding out that Bond is this symbol of ultimate masculinity to so many men.  

And it would also offer this intrusive but super interesting window into the bits of each other’s lives they were never a part of (Q suggesting they don’t have to watch CR when he realises what’s going on and what’s coming or at least that he doesn’t have to be there only for Bond to make it a point of pride and doom them both) and it would also be a tale of grief—not only for people Bond lost along the way but for Q too; Q who very much so is from 2022.

I just think of them reading the commentary from the cast and producers around NTTD alone, that the best ending for Bond was for him to die for the people he loves the most, that Madeleine was the love of his life etc. and I break my own heart, man.

[frostretainer]

@amanturine ;; continued from-- HERE.

Already he could tell this wasn't going to be easy. It's the IPC. It's never easy when it comes to them. He sighed, shaking his head as the frustration began to settle in. He knew from the first glance that this man saw him as a child and was not going to take him seriously. Most outsiders didn't. Still, Yanqing remained firm in his stance.

"Classified or not, this is protocol. Any visitors entering the Luofu have to communicate their reasons for being here." He said, keeping his arms crossed. Honestly he didn't really want to deal with this right now. So after a moment, he sighed once again. "I'll make this easy for you... are you here for business or is this a recreational visit. Once you answer my questions, I can point you to where ever you want. Does that sound fair?"

[sailforvalinor]

Alas, they've found me (the Ahsoka haters found my posts)