#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

[limeinaltime]

New Pressure AU just dropped based on me and my friend's Pressure runs, but with a twist ;)

Kind of my take on an Expendable! Seb AU plus Aster because at this point these two are a pair, do not separate them. Basically the local hobo and an incorrectly-sentenced death row inmate have to team up to escape capitalist hell created by an evil sentient building that likes messing with Sebastian specifically. Maybe they kiss.

[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

[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.

[stonerwitch]

i didn’t know if you’d care if i came back (i have a lot of regrets about that)

summary: kate can’t leave seth, even if he wants her to.

a/n: this is also available on my ao3 and i would worship the ground you walk on if you commented or gave me a lil kudos over there https://archiveofourown.org/works/51804403

Kate had been driving for a whole day before she slams her foot on the break, angrily sighing and putting the car in reverse. She makes her way back to the motel, thumbs nervously tapping the steering wheel and blood still caked onto her face.

He’s probably not even there anymore, she thinks.

Before she knows it she’s pulling up to their room. The light’s still on, so Kate’s hopeful that he’s still there. She grabs the bag of money Seth rudely shoved into her arms the day before and uses the room key she still had to get inside. Surprisingly, he’s still there. He’s passed out—high as a kite, but he’s there. She locks the door behind her and closes the blinds, sets her bags down on the table and makes her way towards Seth.

Seth. The name sounds bittersweet on her tongue.

Seth. The man who kidnapped her and her family. The man who had a gun pointed at her head, more than once. The man who hijacked her family vacation. The man who protected her from monsters. The man who came back for her and her daddy even though he didn’t need to. The man she ran away with. The man who aggravates her to no end. The man who makes her feel safe and not alone. The man who holds her late at night, whispering words of comfort as she falls asleep.

Kate doesn’t really understand how Seth can be all of those things to her. How can the man who took her hostage be the reason she’s able to sleep at night? She doesn’t like to dwell on that thought, likes to file it away in her mind and do her best to ignore it.

She’s tucking pillows on either side of him, something she started after Seth shot up and almost choked on his own vomit. Once Kate is done, she grabs her bag and walks into the bathroom. She turns the shower to the hottest setting it has and starts to peel off her bloody clothes, which now feel like they’ve grafted to her skin. The shower lasts until the hot water runs out, scrubbing her face until it’s red and the skin is irritated. When she’s done, she decides to forgo her own dirty clothes, instead choosing to steal one of Seths undershirts and putting on a clean pair of underwear. Kate knows he’ll be knocked out for at least a few more hours, so she settles on a chair at the table and flicks through the channels on the tv mindlessly until she finds something decent to watch while she waits for him to wake up.

The first Lord of the Rings movie had just ended and the second one was beginning. It was in Spanish but she’d watched the series enough to know the words well enough in her head. When she hears Seth waking up, she mutes the tv and kneels on the ground in front of the bed where he’s laying, her hand finding its way to his cheek.

Seth smiles when he opens his eyes, thinking he’s hallucinating. When he sees the concern on her face, he realizes he’s not hallucinating at all. Pushing her away, he staggers to the other side of the room and rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms. “Thought you left.”

“I didn’t leave.”

He tilts his head, “You literally drove away.”

“Yeah, I did. After you stupidly gave me your half of the money. And, you know, after you literally walked away from me?”

Seth thinks he might be going insane. “Are you actually here right now? I’m not still high? Or dreaming?”

She’s taking small steps towards him now, her hands balled up into fists like she’s trying with everything she has not to knock him out for being so stupid. Instead, she softly replies, “Yes, I’m really here.”

There’s a pregnant pause, like he’s trying to figure out if he believes her. “Why?”

“You’re all I’ve got, Seth. And maybe it’s fucked up but, I care about you.”

The confusion on his face is evident, because Kate Fuller is too good for a common thief like Seth Gecko. Why the fuck would she come back for someone like him? He doesn’t think he’ll ever understand it, but he’s grateful for it. Doesn’t even think he can manage a coherent response. Instead, he pulls her in for a hug, his neck craning down as he settles his face into her neck, breathing in her scent. Strawberries and peaches. He lets himself enjoy the one-sided hug for another moment before he pulls away.

“That is pretty fucked up.” He’s trying to ease the tension, he fucking hates emotional talks, but even he can agree that that was probably one of the dumbest responses he could’ve come up with.

Kate just wordlessly glares at him.

Seth sighs. “Jesus…I’m not good at this.” A beat. “I’m sorry. For everything. I didn’t mean what I said back there. I was pissed and I took it out on you. You were in danger because of me, almost died again because of me. I thought you’d be better off.”

“I’m alive because of you. If you weren’t there, I’d be dead.”

“Rafa saved you.”

She sighs, “He’s dead, Seth. Do you really still need to be jealous of him? You’ve saved me other times and you know that. If the danger of being with you scared me that much then I never would’ve asked to come with you.”

“I’m not—”

Kate raises a brow, telling him I know you’re lying without saying a word.

“Christ… Okay, maybe I was. That’s not– that’s not the point. You’ve been put in so much danger since you met me. Doesn’t that bother you? I literally kidnapped you and got your family killed. Why are you even still here?” Seth questions, still in disbelief that an angel such as Kate Fuller even wants to talk to him, let alone have any kind of relationship with him.

“Of course it bothers me. You can’t even begin to understand the weight of this, of how I feel. Like I’m betraying my family. What happened isn’t your fault, I know it would’ve happened whether you took us or not, but I still feel guilty. Still feel like I’m betraying them. And more so I feel insane for finding safety and comfort in the man who took me as a hostage.” Kate can still see the confusion on his face and sighs, dragging him to the bed. She settles herself on his lap and places a gentle hand on each side of his face, forcing him to look her in the eye. “I don’t fully understand it, maybe I never will. But I can’t imagine my life without you and I don’t want to. Maybe that’s just how you know you love someone, but we’re in this together whether you like it or not.”

Seths entire body stiffens, his hands placed firmly on Kates hips. “I don’t–I don’t understand.”

“Seth Gecko, listen to me very closely. I love you. And I know you probably think that’s naive and crazy and I probably have stockholm syndrome and how could I possibly love someone who took me hostage but, I do. I love you. Like, really love you. And whether you admit it to me or not, I know you feel the same.”

A few minutes pass and he finds himself staring at the muted tv in front of them while Kate fiddles with the hem of Seths shirt. He knows he feels the same. He’s known it for months. He also knows he’s a bastard and a bad man and everything Kate shouldn’t love. She’s an angel and he’s an old man who drove away with her. He took her because he wanted her and ended up ruining her life, her family. Her fathers dead and her brothers a blood sucking monster just like Richie. It’s all his fault even though she’s constantly telling him it’s not. But he’s selfish and always has been.

He doesn’t deserve her or her love, but he takes it anyway.

Because that’s just who he is.

He takes and takes and takes.

And Jesus Christ he loves Kate Fuller and doesn’t think there will ever be a time in his life where he doesn’t. So, he swallows what pride he has left and tells her because she deserves to hear it; whether he’s ready to admit it or not.

“I’ve never loved anyone more.” And it’s true. He hasn’t been in many long term relationships, and even though he used to try and convince himself that he loved Vanessa, he didn’t. Not really. Especially not like this. Not like the blooming he feels in his heart when Kate so much as looks at him. With both hands cradling her face, he spills his heart out to the girl in front of him. The girl he loves. He thinks it’s weird to say out loud. Hasn’t said it (and meant it) to anyone but his brother in years. He thinks it’s kinda liberating.

Kates heart skips a beat, her eyes widen and she lets a soft gasp escape her lips. “Really?” Seth nods, pulling her arms to wrap around his neck while he hums in response. “Wow. I must be pretty special, huh?” The brunette smirks at him, teasing.

Seth chuckles at her joke, “You’re somethin’ else, you know that? Yeah, angel, you’re pretty special.”

Kate just fucking beams at him. Pearly whites sparkling in the moonlight that spilled in through the curtains, her dimples making her look absolutely adorable.

They bask in their confessed love for a moment, a pink hue finding a home in Kates cheeks���giddy with happiness. She leans in to whisper, voice filled with nerves. “Does that mean you’ll finally kiss me?”

Seth scoffs, cause what kind of fucking question is that? “Princess, I thought you’d never ask.”

[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)