#the quest series

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[deputyrook]

[itseghost]

the captured! quest was so funny that i actually drew multiple things at once

[thirdtimed]

some more lifers

[bloominflowers]

Archons 🌿🌸🍂☁️

[kugisakiss]

I watched M27!! it was fun so here's some thoughts

[ferntern]

Can't stop thinking about all that Adventure Time news that was just dropped on us.

[marsskaterboii]

Fitz is granted 15 years of peace at the end of the Farseer Trilogy, 15 years he spends with Nighteyes. They travel, they hunt, they live to their lives's content. Loosing Nighteyes after all these years rips his life apart. But at the end of the Tawny Man Trilogy, we learn that Fitz lived partially forged. What cruelty is this, to learn that Nighteyes spend the majority of his life with a version of Fitz that did not have the full capacity for happiness? Who could not appreciate their simple life? Nighteyes knew that Fitz giving away his memories and emotions would have consequences. It is why he intervened. And yet. And yet, he was the crutch Fitz leaned on for 15 years. Without him, would Fitz have experienced any satisfaction at all? Any joy? What must it have been like for Nighteyes to see his partner so reduced with no way to remedy Fitz? What must it have been like, to know that he was dying and that he had leave Fitz alone to this fate?

What must it feel like for Fitz, recovered from the Forging by the Fool's kiss, to realise that he did not do right by Nighteyes? With no way to ever redeem himself???

[cl4y-t33th]

Just a poor boy who just watched his dad die immediately after his leader tried to kill him too :’[

Also featuring grandma reedclaw, idk why the wiki gave her heterochromia but I guess I’m running with it now lol

[demigods-posts]

while the stables scene is a great example of percabeth's growth as a couple, particularly regarding their switch of roles in who plans for their future. an even better example is when they first told the other they loved them. annabeth, who is a well-respected strategist due to how well she can plan for the future, tells him as quickly as possible before something or someone could take him away from her again. she seized the first opportunity she had free of plan. percy, on the other hand, who is known for his impulsiveness and reckless planning, tells her two books later. not because he wasn't head over heels the entire hoo series. but because he was planning for the right moment. he wanted to wait until he could give her permanence and stability on a silver platter because he knows how much it means to her.

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Jonny Quest - art by Dave Stevens (1986)

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The Quest: Everest with Filmmaker Alex Harz

TSC News TV host Fred Richani interviews filmmaker, adventurer, actor and host Alex Harz about his acclaimed documentary The Quest: Nepal, which chronicles his journey to fulfill his lifelong dream of climbing Mount Everest! Plus: Harz discusses the world's most dangerous airport in Kathmandu, the importance of showcasing Nepal's rich culture, and the new THE QUEST: Everest 2D and VR documentaries, as well as the upcoming THE QUEST series taking place in Africa!

[velvet4510]

Justice for Tommy Maximoff because that little angel loves his twin so much!!! He was born first so he is technically the older brother and he totally acts like it.

When Billy reveals his powers for the first time, Tommy isn’t jealous at all, he’s just like “whoa!!” with a huge smile, thinking his brother is so cool for being able to do that.

When Billy becomes tense as he senses their dad is hurt, Tommy immediately notices and asks “are you okay??”

When Agatha has them both in a chokehold, Tommy screams “LET GO OF MY BROTHER!!!”

When their mom tells them to hide, Tommy grabs Billy and runs.

When Billy becomes tense again as he foresees their mom’s confrontation with the townspeople, Tommy immediately notices again and asks “what’s wrong??”

When they work together to take out the S.W.O.R.D. agents, Tommy gives Billy a hi-five.

That boy better show up in Vision Quest and reunite with Billy, I swear...

[nowimjustastranger]

Omgg the dimension in the stcmo au where Stanley destroys his own dimension with Stanford and the dead twins in it is fkn killing me 😭 He was fully ready to die with the world, seeing that his world (the kids) had already ended anyway :(

How do you think Stanley died in the other dimension, where Stanford and the twins survived but he didn't? I also really wanna know what their reactions were to meeting each other again or if their memories were altered or not!

I love this AU to death and beyond, please never die 😔🙏

Honestly, the possibilities are endless in terms of how exactly Stan goes out (destroying Bill in the process).

And as for the relocated Stan...

Stan hit the ground and, for the first time in his life, he just stayed down. That tiny voice in the back of his head that had kept him going all these years had finally fallen silent, leaving him to drown in his overwhelming despair. He didn’t care to pick himself back up again. There was no point.

His kids were gone. Snuffed out before they could even live their lives. His brother, who he had just brought home, killed with the press of a button. He was pathetically thankful that he hadn’t been the one to activate the doomsday device, he didn’t think he could’ve lived with himself knowing that he had killed his big brother with his own hand.

Not that he had been planning to survive the explosion, which was another matter that he was just too worn down to address. Honestly, he didn’t really give a shit about the mystery man or his intentions. Even so, he should be furious that the mystery man kept him from joining his family, but he was hollowed out by the realization that he was the only one left.

Why was he always the last man standing?

He couldn’t bear to go another day without Mabel’s smile. The girl had bullied her way into his heart and carved out a space for herself, bringing enough love for the both of them with her. His sweet girl who loved glitter a little too much and drew trouble to her like a magnet, the girl who saw a sad old fuck and reminded him that life was worth living with every joke, every kind word, every laugh, every hug.

How could he possibly face another day without Dipper’s laugh? The boy had snuck into his heart not long after his sister had gotten comfortable, settling down like he had simply always been there. His brave boy who reminded Stan so much of his brother and himself, a strange amalgamation of both of them. Their best qualities put into one body.

Had he told them that he loved them? Even once? Had he ever uttered those words to his kids?

Did they die unsure of how much they meant to him? Did they die doubting that Stan loved them more than anything in the entire universe? Did they die quick or slow? Did they die scared, wanting their Grunkle to protect them from a cosmic bully? Did they die wishing that they’d never met him? Did they die cursing that they ever came to Gravity Falls–

His kids had to know that Stan would’ve given anything, struck any deal, endured any torment, killed anyone he had to so long as it meant that they got to be happy.

Stan didn't even realize he was crying until he pressed his forehead against the ground, shocked back into his own body by the soft rasp of greenery against his face. His shoulders heaved with the force of his sobs, hands fisted into the grass as he wailed his grief into the soil.

Grief for not telling Soos that he was like a son to him. Grief for not thanking Wendy for putting up with his shit. Grief for not telling Dipper that he was proud of him. Grief for not putting Mabel’s insecurities to rest before they could fester. Grief for waiting for a fucking ‘thank you’ instead of just hugging his damn brother like he had longed to do for the past forty years. Grief for not spending more time with all of them while he could.

As Stan’s pathetic tears finally dried up, a sound was carried on the breeze, every muscle in his body locking up as he raised his head. His brain stalled like an old engine, wide eyes staring off into the thick foliage. He was half convinced that his mind had finally fractured and he was hallucinating even as his body moved, scrambling to his feet to race through the forest.

Even if it was just a cruel trick of his mind, he couldn’t just ignore it. Not when it was his kids. And certainly not when his kids were crying. In no world could he ignore the sound of the niblings' distress. If they needed him, he’d be there. Easy as that. He would sooner light himself on fire than let them think that they couldn’t come to him with their problems, his discomfort with feelings and emotions could fuck right off.

As he got closer to the origin of the sound, he could actually make out words. His heart stuttered in his chest as he pushed himself faster and faster still because they were calling for him. They were wailing his name like two scared little kids lost in a big world that was too cruel for the likes of them. So, he answered their desperate call, just like he always would.

“Kids!”

Stan charged through the brush, erupting into a small clearing with three people standing in it. The first figure he recognized immediately as his brother, whose arm was raised to aim a triangular gun at Stan’s chest. The niblings were hidden behind him, clutching the fabric of his slacks as they peeked at Stan with huge wet eyes. Stan stumbled to a stop, raising his hands in a placating gesture.

Surprisingly, no one in the clearing broke the silence, a voice ringing out from a sturdy branch in a nearby tree.

“It’s not a trick, Stanford.” A heavily modulated voice spoke as a dude in flashy getup stared down at them from his perch. In the blink of an eye, another gun was drawn from Ford’s trench coat, pointed at the man that Stan had been manhandled by earlier. His face was set with grim determination, but there was a telling shake to the hand that aimed the gun at Stan.

“You better start talkin’ or I’ll come up there n’ beat some answers outta you.” Stan demanded, sparing a glare for the stranger. He must’ve followed Stan here, which meant that he had also seen Stan blubbering like a pansy earlier. Great.

“The Stan of dimension F9-2 took his own life to defeat Bill, leaving your dimension without a Stanley Pines. Stan from dimension C40”0 was the only one to survive Weirdmageddon, his world destroyed by his brother’s last-ditch effort to kill Bill, leaving him without his family.” The stranger explained, gesturing to each brother in turn as he addressed them.

“So, you… brought him here?” Mabel tentatively piped in with a sniffle, poking her head out more, and Stan had to swallow the urge to tell her to keep out of sight. Now that he was getting a good look at the trio, he was noticing the differences, like how Ford was wearing the same suit that Stan himself currently had on, except it was far less tattered.

“I did.” The stranger confirmed with a slow nod and the niblings shared a look, communicating with just their eyes. Stan remembered when he used to do that with Ford, way back when their only worry was if they could get one last game of pirates in before they were called home for dinner. Stan hadn’t been that close to Ford since middle school, back before a yawning chasm of distance opened between them.

“Who are you?” Ford growled, his eyes narrowed as he shifted most of his attention to the stranger, who tilted his head in a predatory manner that made the hair on the back of Stan’s neck stand on end. Stan let his arms slowly drop down to his sides since the gun that had been aimed at him had been lowered slightly, Ford clearly prioritizing the bigger threat.

“A concerned third party.” The stranger said, not missing a beat before he shifted his weight to fall backward. He disappeared in the blink of an eye only to reappear right behind Stan, who squawked in alarm and outrage as one hand seized the back of his neck while the other pointed a weird gun behind them to open another colorful gateway. Stan threw an elbow back at the stranger, who caught it with practiced ease after swiftly holstering the gun.

“But if you’re unwilling to house him in your dimension–” The stranger began, before being unceremoniously interrupted by two small bodies darting out from the safety that Ford's body provided and throwing themselves at Stan.

“No! You can’t have Grunkle Stan! Please don’t take him away!” Mabel wailed with no small amount of terror, her tiny arms struggling to fit around Stan’s waist, clutching fistfuls of his jacket. Dipper was no better, quite literally sitting on Stan’s shoe in order to cling to his right leg with all four of his limbs while he begged the stranger to let Stan stay with them.

“Hey, hey… I ain’t goin’ anywhere.” Stan soothed, voice lowered to a low rasp as he abandoned his effort to get the bastard behind him to let go in favor of getting a hand on each of the kids. One of his hands went to Dipper’s head while the other pressed against Mabel’s hitching back, the two pressing into the contact like they were starving for it. Stan turned his head just enough to level the visor of the stranger’s helmet with a dark look, daring him to disagree. “Right, pal?”

“Depends on him.” The stranger retorted, pointedly nodding at Ford, who had taken to aiming the gun directly at the stranger’s helmet. Thankfully, the portal had closed on its own, shrinking out of existence, and as a result, Ford’s posture had visibly lost some tension. Stan figured that it was because the kids had been in danger of going through with him had the stranger followed through with his threat.

“My brother stays.” Ford bit out through clenched teeth, something bordering on manic in his eyes. Stan noticed that Ford’s hand wasn’t shaking this time, his aim perfectly steady. Stan wasn’t sure why this stood out to him until he recalled that Ford’s hand had been trembling earlier when he had the gun pointed at Stan, which was far more shocking than it should’ve been.

“If you ever hurt Stan… I’ll be back and you will never see him again.” The stranger warned, drawing the weird sci-fi gun in a dark blur and firing it off to the side, smoothly stepping into the swirl of colors before both the stranger and the portal were gone. Stan stood there dumbly, staring at the empty space where the portal used to be until his attention was redirected to the warm body that crashed into him.

Stan yelped as he went down in a heap of flailing limbs, instinctively struggling as strong arms wound around his body. However, Stan froze when he heard a choked sob, blankly staring up at the cloudless blue sky in utter disbelief as Ford broke down in tears. Ford’s face was buried in the crook of Stan’s neck, his glasses digging into skin, but Stan didn’t care because he was clinging to him and the kids just as tightly.

And if his eyes were wet and his cheeks damp, it was just allergies.

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

One of the most ironic things in HOO is how Rick reversed the “godly parents don’t want their kids” to “no, kids don’t want THEIR godly parent”

You meet Piper and she rambles about how she’d want to be a daughter of Artemis if she wasn’t a virgin goddess. How she thought Athena and her kids were so cool that she wanted to join the cabin. Makes it clear that she DOESN’T want to be a child of Aphrodite. Gets claimed and makes it abundantly clear she’s Tristan McLean’s daughter first and Aphrodite’s second. Yeah, she’s arguing with her dad right now, but at least he was there the last 15 years. Yeah, there’s a war coming up, but she’s on this quest for her FATHER. And also her friends.

Enter Frank who wanted to be a son of Apollo so badly. Figured since the only thing he was good at was a bow and arrow then the sun god HAD to be his father. Was looking forward to finally being claimed by the god of archery. Gets claimed by the god of war and starts blue screening because he can’t, for the life of him, believe it.

Then there’s Hazel, who had trouble wrapping her head around the whole demigod thing in the first place. What do you MEAN that pale white man who looks like a dictator is her father? It’s the 40s; that type of stuff doesn’t happen. And that the boy who looks like needs a home cooked meal and some sleep is her brother? Blasphemy. Absolutely not.

And then you have the original, Perseus himself. Son of Poseidon? No, he’s Sally Jackson’s son. Retrieve the lightning bolt? For what? A deadbeat? Who cares about some upcoming war, that has nothing to do with him. No he’s not going on a suicide quest for glory. CERTAINLY not glory for his so called father. For his mom? Absolutely. You want him to fight for his father? Sorry, he doesn’t fuck with him like that. He’ll fight for his friends though.

[giuliettagaltieri]

Quest for Happiness

Pairing: President!Coriolanus Snow x Capitol!Reader

Synopsis: You got what you wanted. Power over Panem is on your hands. But after fighting in a battle of schemes and ruse, Coriolanus and you face a much more complex adversity. Together, you are a force to reckon with but when the odds seem to not be so much in your favor, will you manage to remain together?

Warning: doubts, man vs self, man vs nature, superstitions, explicit smut, parenting

Disclaimer: The TBOSAS characters belong to their respective owners, reader is female. Skin tone and body type mentions were limited for better reading experience. If any characteristics of y/n bothers you, or if any of the warnings does not agree with you, I advise you not to proceed to read the story.

Chapter Count: 7

Status: Completed

Note: This is a tag-along series, more toned down continuation of Hunt for Glory where we can see what takes place after your rise to power. Read HfG first if you have not yet, to understand the plot. Have a great time reading!

Masterlist

i. Dollhouse

ii. One Way Ticket

iii. Cacophony No. 7 in C minor

iv. Against All Odds

v. A Hundred Sleepless Nights

vi. Shower of Gold

vii. Footsteps in the Snow

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