#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

[hottubsandwiches]

working on life series winners designs again

[mydairpercabeth]

just saw the most heartbreaking annabeth take from ep 3

[blueskittlesart]

Open your eyes...

[eydilily]

you just got to survive

[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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[mcraftdoodles]

Zombies

[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

[suntails]

growing up!

[mienar]

the wandering painter, part one

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[mo-mode]

The Biblically Accurate Trio in TLT

[mydairpercabeth]

I SCREAMED SO LOUD NOW THATS MY ATHENA

also just realized we are getting annabeth’s fantasy scene now im dizzy

[hinamie]

new official illust of them with puppies healed something in me

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanessa made her suit for the FNAF mimic..