#these four are so chaotic

[sleepylink]

In Wind's Era, Legend is in Mermaid form and swimming in the water next to the pirate ship, he calls up to Wind-

Legend - "Wind! What is that at the bottom of the ocean!? Do you know!?"

Wind - "Oh, that's Hyrule Castle! It was recently filled with water because the seal to protect it broke!"

Legend looks down in the water then back up a few times - "I wanna explore it."

Wind - "I mean, I feel like we should tell the others-"

THUD THUD THUD THUD-

Time comes running up and dives into the water putting the Zora's mask on, and transforming mid-air, diving in next to Legend yelling - "NOT WITHOUT ME!"

Time pops his head up for 2 seconds to yell - "Twilight is in charge! We will be back in a few hours!" and dives down.

Legend laughs, shrugs, waves goodbye and dives in after him.

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 3 - Rage Form

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falls down stairs IM HERE IM HERE SORRY IM SO LATE

RAT SONS AU

in which Master Splinter is a wise and silly old tortoise, and father of four skittering, chaotic, ninja rat children. <3

(inspired by that one background moment of the 03 series! 🐢🐀🐀🐀🐀)

there will be lots of similar plot points as the 03 series (like 'tales of leo' and 'good genes' etc etc) but there are also a lot of fundamental changes in the foundation of things too — like the guardians and ninja tribunal and the hamato family line etc etc. content wise tbh its probably mostly just gonna be snapshots of random moments throughout the boys lives, but i do kinda have some plot concepts? so we'll see 👀

(embarrassingly long) introduction under the cut if u'd like to read!

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Years ago, Oroku Saki defeated Hamato Tang Shen in battle, and finally brought an end to the family that would deny him his power. He ordered her homestead be razed to the ground, and all mystic artifacts to be delivered to him. Particularly, the Hamato’s prized pet tortoise, which was rumored to be itself a conduit for the family’s legendary mystic abilities. With the creature in his possession, along with the new rapid-enhancement chemical he commissioned from laboratory familiar with mystic properties in New York — at last, he would be granted his godhood, and guarantee the legacy of his fathers clan. The Hamatos could deny him no longer. He had won.

Or he would have, had the fools at the lab not ruined everything, the precious mutagen spilling all over the tortoises crate and the fool handlers who carried it. The contaminated men morphed into horrific, animalistic monsters, attacking the scientists and wrecking the laboratory itself. And, most crucially, in the ensuing madness, the crate which contained the tortoise, his last possible connection to the Hamato’s power, lay shattered, and empty…

Meanwhile, Hamato “Splinter” Yoshi, who until this point had quite enjoyed his extended existence as a simple tortoise and family pet, found himself fleeing the eyes and hands of the man who killed his human family, and the lab that granted him this new shift in consciousness, to instead face the terrifying chaos of the streets and alleys of NYC. His transformation into something more bipedal had hurt considerably and left him aching and disoriented, but still he could not pause. He could not falter. Not until he found somewhere safe to hide himself and the four squirming, impossibly small rat-pups in his arms. He hoped the chemical that washed over them had not warped and hurt their young bones as it had his own. He hoped he could find somewhere safe to care for them. He hoped they could survive the night without their mother. He hoped, he prayed he could protect these precious, squeaking, peach-fuzzed ruminants of his family. He did not think he could survive any more loss.

For now, he would do what he could, and slip into the shadows of this city. Having lived so long among ninjas had its benefits there, at least.

[theveryfruityfour]

Nancy and Steve being like shit

Then Eddie and Robin being like shit

But then Nancy and Steve are like yeah let’s go while Eddie and Robin are still flabbergasted at the upside down

I think this sums up the fruity four well

[yuikomorii]

// That’s literally them and you can’t tell me otherwise! >:3

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Ok Wild Angsters, you wanted a continuation, so here you go :)

Four already knew what he would be walking into. His phone had been blowing up for hours. He’d come in to work early. Whether he was assigned to take care of Wild or not was another matter - Vaati loved to try and take all the admissions, convinced he was the best nurse on the unit. If Four could just keep Vaati out of Wild’s room, he’d consider it a success.

When the charge nurse told him he would be admitting the trauma alert, he knew who he was getting.

Pre-admission jitters always made Four anxious, but this was an entirely other level of fear. He almost wanted to request a different assignment, but it was too late now. What if he couldn’t take caer of him because he was his friend? What if that impair his decision making? What if he just wasn’t skilled enough to handle it? He knew Ezlo wouldn’t give him an assignment he couldn’t handle, wouldn’t be there to support him, but still…

Four went over the supplies in his room once more. Safety checks were fine—they had suction, they had a bag valve mask, the code card was nearby—and he had all the supplies he needed. It was just a waiting game.

Four paced the unit at least three times before he looked at the OR status board again. Wild was still in surgery. He poked in his chart, glancing at injuries, looking at vital signs and anesthesia notes. The last update he saw was that Wild had gotten another unit of blood. Estimated blood loss so far was around 2200mL.

2200mL. That… wasn’t too terrible, Four supposed. He’d… seen worse.

Please don’t get worse.

Four knew for certain that Wild had been mass transfused in the ED. Warriors, his primary nurse when he was there, had told him as much. Between that and the multiple blood products he’d gotten in surgery, as well all the crystalloids he was likely getting as well…

Four took a breath. Then another. He grabbed his phone, texting Warriors. You doing ok?

Wars didn’t reply.

Four wasn’t entirely sure where everyone was at this point. Hyrule had stayed at the hospital, lingering in the emergency department and then the operating room waiting area, but Four hadn’t seen him since he’d clocked in. Warriors and Legend should be getting off shift now, but whether they were going to stay up was another matter. Time was obviously in the OR (Wild’s wreck had been around 10pm, he’d arrived in the ED around 10:45, and he’d been stabilized for surgery and gone to the OR by around midnight - it was 7am now… he wasn’t sure how long this was going to take, but it couldn’t be much longer). Malon should be getting on shift now as well - she had come in last night when everything had gone down, alongside Twilight. Wind had been cautiously left out of the loop until Wild had gone to surgery, simply because nobody had really had much information at the time, so no one wanted to worry the kid until they could figure things out. Everyone had their hands full as it was. But by now, Four knew Wind was either in the OR waiting room, harassing every respiratory therapist he knew, or in the hospital library pacing anxiously. As for Sky, the last Four heard he was bouncing between different people, checking in on everyone.

He clicked through more anesthesia notes, looked at flow sheets for blood products. There wasn’t much to go on, as charting was sparse. What Four did know was that Wild had been obtunded, got mass transfused, had gotten a chest tube, had been intubated, blood was evident in his abdomen, and he had an open femur fracture. He’s been taken to Time’s OR for a ex-lap. Head CT had shown a bleed, and they were monitoring it. That was all the information Legend had told the group when he’d had a moment to spare.

Four’s vocera activated, telling him he had a call from the charge nurse. When he answered, he was told Malon had called and said they’d be finishing up in about thirty minutes and were likely to come up open.

Why was he coming up with his abdomen open? When had they gone from exploratory laparotomy to a full on open abdomen?

Ten minutes later, Malon called back to give report. When Four answered, the first thing he asked was, “How’s he doing? Is he okay? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Malon said, even though she sounded exhausted. “And he’s… hanging in there. I’ve seen worse, I’ll say that. I’ll give you the full rundown, okay?”

Four listened as Malon gave report, feeling his heart settled into his stomach, which was tying itself in knots. Multiple spots of bleeding, possible compartment syndrome in his abdomen, a likely kidney injury due to compression from the bleeding on some major vessels, a small hematoma in his brain… they’d had to call neurosurgery to do an emergency craniotomy out of overt concern of swelling, given that Wild had apparently had previous head trauma, based on what they saw in the OR.

Open abdomen, craniotomy, ICP monitoring, bleeding, one chest tube… this was a disaster. Four swallowed as he wrote, feeling his hand shake a little as his heart raced. He was not qualified enough to be admitting this. He was not.

But the turnaround on his unit was pretty insane, and he was the most experienced nurse on the unit today. At least Ezlo was charge; he knew he’d be well supported.

This was a nightmare. But Four had dealt with nightmares, and he would deal with this. He wasn’t going to screw up taking care of any patient, but especially his friend.

Sighing, he hung up the phone after thanking Malon, pushing worries for her and Time aside, trying to focus on what he would need, who he should grab to help him, and how he should prep his room.

It was time to get to work.

When everyone arrived from the OR, Four made brief eye contact with Time. He couldn’t read much from the man, who was stone faced, aside from the exhaustion evident in the dark circles under his eyes. Four got to work quickly, assessing Wild from head to toe as he looked to see what IV medications he was on. A coworker wrote the note while Ezlo helped detangle his lines (the OR always brought up a mess, after all). Time gave an overview of the surgery, and Four listened along as he checked pupils, as he zeroed the arterial line and the ICP monitor, as he listened to lung and heart sounds, as he checked the chest tube and stripped it with his fingers to ensure patency, as he checked peripheral pulses, as he looked at the abdominal dressing to get a baseline in case there was swelling from bleeding later. One of the techs connected the chest tube to wall suction, and Four looked over his drips. Only having levophed at 2 wasn’t terrible, and he was getting a unit of red blood cells, which was in a transfusion set that was y’d to some lactated ringers fluid. He was on propofol for sedation. Another nurse grabbed a blood gas from his arterial line and sent off labs. His foley he had was temp sensing, and Four quickly ascertained that Wild was cold, so he set up the blanket warmer and covered his friend up.

His friend. His friend.

Four shook his head. He had to focus.

As Time left the room, he put a hand on Four’s shoulder, making him freeze. The surgeon didn’t speak, just locking eyes with him. Four wasn’t entirely sure if it was for his own benefit or not. But he had no more time to let his emotions make any decisions for him. He nodded to the doctor, who nodded in return, and then the two went their separate ways.

This was going to be a long day.

[laz-kay]

Fethry: What's worse than a heartbreak?

Gladstone: Waking up in the morning and your phone wasn't charging.

Della: Waking up in the morning.

Donald: Waking up.

[shrugsinchinese]

So I’ve been rereading the sea the stars, the dreamers by @nonwal

Space Opera! Intrigue! Jenga! If I had a nickel every time I read a fic where Astrid threw a knife near Essek’s head!

[raycatz]

I'm not including a situation where someone might be injured because in that case I'm thinking the bed goes to them by default or they are nominated for it. anyone who wants to be chatty goes to join the living room floor gang.

What are your thoughts and headcanons? Do you have thoughts on how the boys tend to approach assigning beds in inns? Who do the chain choose to sleep near when camping and why? What are their dynamics like when settling down for the night and getting ready for the day?

In "Mirror Vs Open Closet Door: Fight!" by Gintrinsic (here) Four refers to the chain's decision on how to split up between inn rooms as the "Link-per-room ratio" which I find very funny. He, Sky, and Time also talk about their thought process behind why they do or don't want to sleep in a room with some of the others which I find fun and interesting.

So! If you have thoughts and want to share them! *gestures to the post!*

[thatbitchmabel]

There are many benefits to being a cbi consultant

Blame @willexmagic. This is their fault.

[rosemarydisaster]

We all know that Cass and Duke being dubbed the normal/nice one's is tied to people not reading their individual comics/ only knowing them from fanon or WFA.

But I would like to propose the hilarity of them actually being considered the good ones just because the Batfam can't see their internal monologue.

Like, they'd be looking at Cass being chill looking at them while they fight Two-Face and think "Aww she's watching over us". Meanwhile Cass has figured out what the weird tension between Harvey and Batman means and is taking notes so she can go tell Barbara and Steph later. They don't even realize how many times she's known they were gonna fall/make a fool of themselves and she's allowed it because it's funny (nothing serious, she doesn't want her clumsy little brothers actually getting hurt). Just the Batkids thinking she's being sweet while Cass is thinking "not bad for a girl with no talent" while looking at them.

The rest of the Batfamily feeling pity for how shy Duke seems to be around them, encouraging his exploring of the mansion so he can feel at home because their sweet sweet boy has not had a home for a very long time. They might even send Jason his way to play the "you know, I get it, this is a lot", and Duke dutifully nods along playing the grateful but shy little orphan. In reality he's cataloging all exits and security measures (in case he needs an out or in) and using his powers to get as much Intel from his siblings for blackmail/manipulation ammo. Cass knows he's not really a poor little wet cat but figures she'll allow her brother to have his fun. In exchange Duke teaches her how to exploit white guilt. Cass hasn't had this much power since Barbara taught her how to say "what? Is it cause I'm a girl?".

[kulapti]

Hidden singer (Coyote and Big Bluestem); Dec 2022, ink. ID in alt.

In the North American prairies, we talk about the "big four" characteristic grass species, which historically were among the most common prairie plant species and are noted for their affects on the rest of the habitat. They define the habitat, in the same way oak forest is defined by oaks. Everything else that lives there is shaped by them. This art represents Andropogon gerardii, whose common English names include Big Bluestem and Turkeyfoot.

[lennsart]

Heyo :3 I saw your wip tag game thingie and I was curious about the boom one?

It's A cave like a net again. I SWEAR I'm drawing other things too—

It's a drawing of this scene :

...And I just notice now that's not exactly what they say, oops

I just really liked the detail of Four putting his hand on Wind's

[beanghostprincess]

Your first kiss shuggy post definitely put me into some mood. Like buggy being insecure about this fact all his life, he was not shanks first but feeling and then he is around cross guild and talks with Mihawk and learns he actually got to be the first love, but he’s definitely not destined to be the last one that stays

I'm gonna sob why would you write that last line??? Worse than a stab in the back, honestly. But yeah, Buggy was definitely Shanks' first love and that will always be important to the redhead, but the fact that he won't be his last makes Buggy feel uneasy in a way he has never felt before and refuses to acknowledge. And Mihawk has to witness all of this and honestly regrets talking about this in the first place because dude had already had to deal with Shanks after the breakup, he can't handle the fucking clown years later either. The one who suffers the most here is Crocodile because he has no fucking idea what they're talking about and just wants to continue with the Cross Guild meeting.

Crocodile: I don't care that your ex-boyfriend cheated on you, shut the fuck up and get to work

Buggy: He didn't cheat on me! That's not what I'm angry about!

Mihawk: No, he also cheated on you

Buggy: WHAT? HOW DO YOU KNOW?

Mihawk: ... Let's get back to the meeting-

[infinite-orangepeel]

JOSEPH BABY IM NEVER GOING TO SURVIVE IF YOU KEEP SERVING THE PERFECT BALANCE OF SILLY GOOSE BOY & SEXY MUSTACHE MAN

[k-chips]

Hassel: *kicks Clavell's door open* I want shared custody of Arven, also i wanna meet the dragon baby -

Clavell, already fighting off his brother Maxie who also wants to adopt Arven: Alright listen-

The poor man just wants to keep his kid ahah