#try series

[aphel1on]

i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good

[andy-dandy]

love seeing the beginnings of perseus "pay your fucking child support" jackson's crusade against the gods' parental negligence problem in ep 1 & 2 of the pjo show. the absolute KING of "my daddy gave me issues so HE'S about to HAVE issues"

[mydairpercabeth]

just saw the most heartbreaking annabeth take from ep 3

[blueskittlesart]

Open your eyes...

[wotchernewt]

there's something kinda funny to me about certain ways scar tends to be drawn because it's like. okay imagine hypothetically you took a distillation of fanon scar designs and showed it to someone who's never even heard of a minecraft, and asked them what they think this guy might be like. we're ignoring context here, pretend we're showing them a ref sheet. and it's like, alright, here's a rugged looking buff guy. nice abs. lots of scars. he's got a smug grin on his face. very shirtless. he looks like the love interest in a bodice ripper. i bet he's got some dark angsty secret he keeps buried underneath that suave facade. but not buried too deeply, just enough to intrigue.

and then you go watch third life and he is like a cat whose owner keeps desperately trying to make him stop eating plastic.

[legacyofacat]

[END] Nimbus Try I: Arpeggio of Hurt Steel

Gunzō collected the last things he needed for school and put them in his bag, taking a minute to look at the two picture frames, one holding a picture of a younger him with his parents, the other a picture of Blue Steel's crew with Iona at the front – a picture that had been taken sometime in the early days of their travel.

He thought it a bit stupid that they still had to go to school after everything, but even if he had earned a medal, academics were necessary for his and his friends’ future.

Sighing, he turned to the open room, clutching the medallion Iona had left him on his parents’ grave and which he had fastened on a keychain: "Iona, if you're here, I'm off to school now!", with that, he walked out.

Iona watched him leave, burying her fingers in the front of her dress as she sat on the bed he had just walked past.

Ever since she had lost her body, she was flickering in and out of the physical plane like a spectre – here the one second, gone the next.

She wondered if what she was at the moment was a ghost.

The girl looked at the bed, its fabric not dipping even though she was most definitely sitting on it, closed her sad eyes and lamented that fate.

Kongō had promised her to drink tea together should she grow lonely, but it was Iona herself who would love to drink tons of tea with her best friend right now – and never stop.

Iona opened her eyes again and felt them widen in shock: a white pavilion, green grass and the sound of water in the distance…

That… that was the Concept Communication System she had ended up in when she had fused with Yamato! But how!? 

It's not like she had never tried coming here or connecting to other parts of the network, but it had never worked! So, how…

"Iona."

She turned around, back to the tree growing through the pavilion's ground and seemingly aiming to break through the roof, the grieving willow's leaves guarding the white table and chairs, one of them occupied by a pale girl.

Hesitantly, Iona stepped forwards and sat down in the other chair, noting the various Union Cores lying on the table's surface, before looking at the other: "Are you Vanisher?"

"Mhm", she made, the Mental Model of SW2 standing diagonally behind her.

Vanisher was almost unrecognizable:

Her face was uncovered, mask fastened at her hips, revealing the glowing signs of a flagship equipment and blue eyes, her hair was fastened in a low ponytail and golden victory wreath growing skywards like horns. She wore a fur-lined coat, which revealed shoulders and was fastened with silver around her waist, a more elaborate robe with glowing elements and bandages around her left arm and leg.

Iona couldn't say what surprised her more: that someone could access this special part of the CCS who wasn't her, or that Vanisher had brought someone else here.

"How are you here…?"

The battleship's eyes flashed with amusement: "I wonder", she joked, "I was given a key by Yamato – unfortunately, it was merely one for a backdoor utilisable only once all of Flagship Command had, well, lost command."

"Lost", in this case, a word of many meanings.

Green eyes had widened with the implications of those words.

If Vanisher could just, obviously, claim the Admiralty Code, wouldn't that make Iona's last order useless? Wouldn't that… make her death useless? And Gunzō's grief of having lost her – wouldn't that…

"You look like you're about to cry", Vanisher interjected and tapped a finger on the table, "there is no need for that. I won't use the Admiralty Code and go against your last wish; in fact, the children living according to their own will is my wish as well, I just claimed it so that no one with other motives could."

She leaned back in her seat, unfolding the loosely crossed arms on the table and putting them on her armrests: "SW2 informed me of your ghostly existence. It was difficult to find your soul, so to speak, and invite it here, but I thought that one should make you an offer concerning your current circumstances."

SW2 must be her subrocessor, the submarine theorized, it would explain why she is here: "An offer?"

The battleship nodded: "I cannot guarantee that this method will be successful, but we could bind your soul to an Union Core existing only in this realm", a sigh, "apologies, I ironically can't explain this well in technological terms – it must sound like I'm trying to explain magic…"

Maybe… a bit, actually.

Iona still thought that, all in all, she understood what Vanisher was trying to say, though.

Since her and her Union Core essentially didn't exist anymore and she was instead this ghost-like creature, her data most likely was not accessible in the "physical" world and could thus not be connected to anything in it, but since her ghost data seemed to exist in this "realm", it would be possible to anchor her here.

If that really, really worked, then she would maybe be able to interact with Gunzō and the others again!

"No", Iona shook her head, finally remembering to blink away the last tears left from earlier, "I think I know what you mean."

"Oh", Vanisher blinked, "excellent, but please do not forget that, according to our simulations, it should work, but I can't promise so – do you still wish to try?"

Did she wish to try? What a stupid question, of course she did! Agreeing in a heartbeat had never been easier!

Not trusting her words, she leaned forwards with a determined expression, nodding seriously.

The battleship rose from her chair elegantly: "You had your eyes closed when you appeared here, do you wish to do so again?"

Iona shut her eyes, eyelids quivering nervously.

She felt, more than heard, Vanisher support herself on the table, leaning forward and stopping shortly as if hesitating to kiss the submarine's forehead where she whispered: "In thanks for saving my favourite child, I'll even return your ship to you."

Her eyes snapped open in surprise, but the world was already disappearing in white light so strong she had to close them almost immediately again, the pinkish-red eyes of Vanisher and a blueish Union Core forming the last thing she saw.

When she opened her eyes this time, it felt as if her non-existing heart was beating out of her chest, the rapid speed almost impossible to calm even with hands on her chest. 

The bed dipped under her as she leaned back to support-

Wait a minute, it dipped!? 

She leaped up, turning around to see that, yes, there was still an imprint left!

Not believing her eyes, she went to press on the blanket, only to have her hands sink into it: "I… I can touch! T-that means-!"

Iona couldn't finish her own sentence before she sprinted out of Gunzō's dorm, barely registering the door locking behind her while trying to get her systems running – there were people she desperately needed to meet!

The girl was sure that she had never been that fast on her tiny legs, the wind whipping past her so loudly that it muted everything else.

By the same time she could clearly see Gunzō's back, she had also successfully loaded the CCS and by the time her physical self barreled into the boy's back with a shout of his name, her digital self crashed into Kongō's broad back with a call of her name.

Kongō turned around, a hand placed on Iona's smaller one, a surprised smile on her face.

Gunzō, too, turned around, staring at her in shock for nothing more than a second before enveloping the girl in his shaking arms.

"I thought I had lost you", Gunzō said, his voice small.

"What happened?", Kongō asked in the same tone of voice she had sent the white haired girl off with.

"Vanisher helped me", both Iona's explained, tears in their eyes, "I'm home."

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[the-somwthing]

Poorly describing the life series players to help people pick which pov they want to watch

Grian: acts like he really cares about the rules but he doesn’t

Joel: probably on his red life right now

Jimmy: The Underdog

Cleo: arsonist in a constant state of divorce

Scar: just wants friends and money, but uses money-making tactics to make friends and friendship-skills to make money

Bdubs: extremely devoted, But Watch Out

Tango: least careful guy out there

Impulse: his series never has any form of betrayal in it trust

Etho: watch in real time as his reputation as a cool guy gets washed away

Skizz: wholesome and vicious but tends to mix up when he should be which

Martyn: funnyman lore guy theater kid

Scott: thought this was a house building competition. always killing himself. wins.

Pearl: watch in real time as she slowly goes insane

BigB: adhd but not in the overstimulating way. Watch in real time as he slowly becomes a compulsive liar

Ren: theater kid SUPREME

Mumbo: the least loyal guy in the whole series imo

Lizzie: doing her best to understand what’s going on at any given moment, terrified

Gem: (I wish I had more than one season to go off of) likes to make fun of people

[mienar]

the wandering painter, part one

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[mo-mode]

The Biblically Accurate Trio in TLT

[hinamie]

new official illust of them with puppies healed something in me

[dapper-lil-arts]

If Fluttershy had Whatsapp 🤣🤣🤣

[ruporas]

your love returns in tragedy (ID in alt)

[somewhereincairparavel]

i will never understand how people have the heart to hate Jason even after they found out that his Ambrosia tastes like fucking sawdust. Ambrosia being tasty is like one single happy thing a demigod can have despite their tragic lives, because it reminds them of the home they once had, but lost. And Jason doesn't even have that, he doesn't even have a home to lose in the first place.

[legacyofacat]

[19] Nimbus Try I: Arpeggio of Hurt Steel

Vanisher breathed in, the smell of rain-wetted dirt, stone and grass entering her nose, a light wind playing with her hair and blue cape as her and SW2 looked aimlessly around the port area.

The rain clouds still hung heavily in the sky, very light drizzle falling depending on where the clouds travelled to, but the brunt of it was over.

SW2 still held the umbrella up because of that, her masked face barely under its protection.

"You should hold it in such a way that you won't get wet either", Vanisher said without looking, "there is more than enough space."

Silent steps, that only appeared after a while, notified the flagship of the following of her orders.

She, SW2, that is, had certainly considered before doing so. 

The submarine had taken up the job as a personal servant, which was nice, but had still to get accustomed to her "master" not being very demanding – and they knew each other for countless years already.

Sometimes, being asked for something instead of ordered still confused her.

"Do you think Gunzō will rebuild I-402?"

SW2 thought for a moment, then nodded.

Vanisher nodded as well: "I hope that, too. If we already have her Core, after all, why not rebuild her?"

She nodded again, then presented her flagship a screen with a moving red dot.

"Oh", the blue-haired girl's face fell, "I'm not in the mood right now, but very well."

The red dot had been Brokencore, the battleship sprinting around a corner and towards them as if searching for a lost charge in the middle of a war: "Flagship!", she looked said person over worriedly, "that boy wants to take you up on your offer!"

"Oh?", Vanisher blinked up at her innocently (even if she couldn't see it through the mask) and used the slightly higher, more innocent sounding voice, "is this about the Union Core?"

"Yes!"

Gripping the string of the bow hung over her shoulder in what she hoped was a cute gesture, Vanisher said: "Then we could welcome I-402 back into our fleet, that would be great! Can you take him to the repair bay so Melody can lend a few nanomaterials?"

Brokencore still looked not fully happy with that, clearly eyeing SW2 to determine how useful she was as a servant, but already opening her mouth to agree.

"I'm tired and want to go back inside – can you supervise them?"

"Of course!", she looked definitely happier now and sprinted away, leaving the others to themselves. --

Brokencore had practically herded Gunzō over, not even giving him time to take his friends along (Hyūga was with him sorely because she had been in the room by pure accident) and then almost threatened Melody into following her flagship's order.

Not that it had been necessary since Melody would have helped happily without, uh…, passionate questioning.

"Miss Hyūga, may I take a look at the data you've gathered?"

Hyūga gave an amused smile – she had never been called "Miss Hyūga" before: "Of course."

The two began pouring over the information Hyūga had gathered while getting Musashi's location out of I-402's Union Core, the repairship cradling said Core protectively.

After a while, which Brokencore and Gunzō spent just looking on from the sidelines, Melody detached from Hyūga with a look that made it easy to see that she was deep in thought: "I'm unsure whether I-402 can support her ship body…"

A sentoku was a big type of submarine, afterall. I-402's Union Core was of course designed to support that, but that was under the condition that the Core was alright, not featuring one or another crack like this one.

Melody looked at the Union Core in her hands, then thought back on all the similar cases she had had over the years.

Brokencore was a very similar case, her Core having developed various cracks because of physical stress she couldn't handle, thus needing Vanisher to manually lock down a certain amount of her systems to lighten the burden and take out not strictly necessary hardware – that was also the reason why she didn't have a Super Graviton Cannon.

Zeitwächter, whatever the cause, had split her Union Core in two with the help of the mutated/corrupted nanomaterial being created by a massive outbreak of energy.

Maya… Maya was a chimaera of the tiny part of her own Union Core still left and an artificial one that the entire Science Department had rage quitted over at least once.

Still, while all these cases seemed drastically worse (and partially were), whether or not they could support anything bigger than a Mental Model was a case to case thing – it was still questionable with Maya too.

A sigh almost left the brunette. She should just heal the submarine as far as she safely could; if that didn't include a ship body, then so be it.

Before Brokencore could try to… urge her on, Melody walked over to a more fitting space, gathered the necessary nanomaterials and began recreating the submarine's Mental Model.

When she was finished, Gunzō thanked his past self for waiting with accepting Vanisher's offer until he could handle it.

I-402 looked like a twin of Iona, the only difference colouration, clothing and the way her hair fell, everything else the exact same.

The "newly born" girl looked around the room they were in curiously, noting the simple plank bed and the people around her.

When she sat up with support and tried to use her Energy Life Rings, a shock of pain made her jolt and clutch her middle.

"I-402, please don't use any of your systems right now!", Melody advised.

"Where… am I?"

"Germany, naval base of the Fleet of Masks."

I-402 looked at her doctor, not sure what she should think while her mind was still busy catching up, until it finally did and she gripped one of the arms supporting her: "What about I-400? Where is 400?"

Melody looked at Gunzō, Gunzō looked back, both of their faces adorning the typical sad, pitiful look of someone having to tell difficult news.

The submarine had already known the truth then, maybe she had known since waking up, but she still hoped that she was wrong, that she interpreted their expressions wrong, but…

"I'm sorry…", Melody said.

Ah…

That… hurt.

"And what about 401?"

Seeing the way Gunzō Chihaya flinched was enough.

I-402 nodded to herself slowly: "I understand."

Melody looked at the hand still grasping her sleeve and used her free hand to rub over I-402's back: "I will check you over now, alright? After that, I'm sure your friends will answer your questions."

They're not my friends, she thought. --

"Safe travels!"

"Let's go drinking sometime!"

"Invite me to your wedding, Takao!"

Various goodbyes and best wishes were shouted at the Blue Fleet, the group having decided to return home after a week of rest, I-402 accompanying them.

"W-what wedding!?", Takao, tsundere heavy cruiser par excellence, shouted back, her voice easily carrying over the waves.

Enka, standing with her sister in the shadows and leaning against a wall, just smirked to herself. Takao was amusing to annoy, the submarine had exploited that fact endlessly.

It was a bit sad to see them go, even if it had only been a week, since a few good relationships had obviously formed.

In another spot, also positioned so that one could watch the fleet and their Mask escorts leave, the Black Fleet was relaxing, their Mental Models lounging around.

"By the way, what are you gonna do about Hiei?"

"Eat her."

"..."

"..."

Zeitwächter kicked Kongō's chair with all her lazy might: "You said I'm not allowed to make that joke anymore!"

"Which is why I made it."

Since Zeitwächter was, well, an ass, and had also watched the records SW2 had of the battle up in the north, she of course kept Kongō essentially chomping down on Hiei in everyone's active memory.

At first she had been all "Oh that was so cool! You really just looked like a giant beast opening her jaw to devour the world!!", which had been overdramatic, but somehow not as annoying, and had then switched to "You know you could… chomp on them" whenever something annoyed or angered the blonde.

"Hypocritical."

"It's not."

Maya snapped up from beside Zeitwächter like a whip: "It is, actually!"

"See? The annoying clown is taking my side."

"Hey!"

Kongō readjusted and used the moment where the girls couldn't see her face to smile to herself: "Where does the sudden interest in Hiei come from?"

"Bro…", Zeitwächter practically sweatdropped in the most anime style ever, "I think you and your buddy kinda shattered her worldview, aye?"

Admittedly, Musashi had been far from the best influence, but she had been a supporting pillar for Hiei especially once Kongō had disappeared.

The blonde knew that as well: "Annoying little sister", she mumbled and then said louder, "I'll wait for the situation to settle before contacting her."

"Huuuuh", Maya said, resting her chin on Zeitwächter's upper arm which was only tolerated because the battleship was doing the same to Churchgrim, "why not now?"

"Contacting her now might only agitate the situation further", Kongō rested her chin in her hand, "as annoying as she is, I don't want to fight her."

She loved her sisters, afterall, even if they would probably never get her to openly admit that. 

"Aw, that's cute", Zeitwächter said while Churchgrim, Maya and Nagara made sounds of approval, "well, maybe letting her friends heal her wounds so you can chafe them open later will indeed help."

Kongō kicked her, but the other managed to avoid with a not so elegant halfroll: "Silence."

Zeitwächter stuck out her tongue at her.

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