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[fatedroses]

Chance encounters in Costa del Sol.

[fried-manto]

THE SKINS ARE DRIVING ME NUTSSSS!!!!

[rogdona]

imagine the traffic signal smiles and waves at u

[aerialworms-art]

Spocktober + Trektober Day 17 - Survival Training

Their camping dates in The Final Frontier are everything to me :'3

(ID (+ bonus unedited version) under cut!)

I wanted to add the unedited version too because I actually quite like the scrappiness of it! Plus I find it funny that I've done 16 of these and somehow managed to switch the 'Spocktober' and 'Trektober' in the corners on the 17th and not like. the second. 😅

I'm sticking this one right up on my wall :3

[Image ID: A black and white drawing of Jim Kirk, Spock, and Bones from Star Trek: The Original Series. They are sitting around a campfire in a clearing in an alien forest; in the sky above is a crescent moon, a distant ringed planet, and a galaxy. Smoke rises from the fire, and it casts long shadows behind the characters. The forest and sky are drawn in white gel pen on black ink, and the ground around the characters is shaded in scratchy black brushstrokes to indicate the ring of light thrown by the campfire.

Bones and Jim are reclining on the ground, to the left and behind the fire respectively. They are wearing casual clothes; Bones is wearing a jacket and Jim is wearing a t-shirt with a button up shirt over the top, unbuttoned. Bones is also toasting a marshmallow. Spock is on the right of the fire. He is sitting cross-legged facing the other two. He has a blanket wrapped around him and is wearing a beanie with a bobble on top, covering his ears. Only his face is visible. He is scowling, and saying in a square speech bubble "I do not see how this activity provides adequate survival training."

Bones replies, also scowling, in a round speech bubble "Just enjoy the peace and quiet, Spock."

Jim's eyes are closed and he is smiling, basking in the moment.

Above the drawing is written "Trektober" and "Day 17 - Survival Training" Below it is written "@aerialworms" and "Spocktober".

The second image is the same as the first, except several brushstrokes have broken the boundaries of the drawing's frame, and 'Spocktober' and 'Trektober' have switched places. /End ID]

[jalboyhenthusiast]

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[banthegirl11521]

Ceiling gremlin

Khan: YOU CANNOT DENY THAT YOU SCARE ME FROM THE CEILING EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!

V: *on the ceiling* YOU CANNOT DENY DEEZ NUTS!!!

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Headcanon: V likes to scare Khan by using the ceiling. Ether by dropping down in front of him or make him look up in some way

There’s no reason for why she does it, she just likes to scare the old man

And yes this exists because i saw a post about V being a ceiling gremlin.

And also videos of suction cup man.

sooo have a good night/day.

[faunabel]

i've been dying to share what i've been up to in minecraft btw. long post warning!! spoilers for minecraft i guess

so i found a bunch of black stuff in a cave, and when i looked it up, everyone just said to RUN 😭 terrifying

there was also an ancient city which i decided to go to eventually but when The Warden came out i panicked and left. luckily a big waterfall spawned right next to the ancient city so i just swam up it and left. i should go back soon tho... i was pissed off actually bc even tho i placed wool everywhere, merely jumping set the alarms off!! why!! all i did was jump on a block of wool!!!

i also built a cool house :3 i might add stairs to the roof. undecided.

i did a good job on the roof tho! i think playing the sims has paid off.

a cool attic for storage (i need more cobwebs though)

with my fun enchantment setup (don't ask me how many cows i murdered for it... i still feel bad)

i also made a bedroom! that has a basement with furnaces and more storage

made a dock in my backyard

made a dance hall for my allays but they all got lost in a cave. which is ok with me because they got kind of annoying after a while.

made a neat bridge with another dock! the dock is only there bc i miscounted by one when placing the pillars and didnt wanna redo them all.

also built a coop for my chickens :D

and the lead on the wandering trader's llamas broke so they're mine now. i bred them but the baby despawned fr some reason :( the donkey baby i bred also despawned :(

also found this super cool bow from fishing! i just wanted infinity because i was having trouble getting flint but i got so much more. (enchanted it from iv to v myself tho)

[chonnysinferno]

would like to think that mind has a clock eye right. and whenever he's panicked it starts spinning franticslly. also steam literally comes out of his ears and heart & soul make fun of it for that

[diegusting]

That absolutely should’ve counted as a hit-

Jose as woman in red dress dodging a bat for deduction star please

[critical-birb]

The main thing I'm getting from Age of Calamity that you don't get quite the sense of in Botw is just how much of a war zone the entire of Hyrule was during the Calamity.

Wherever you are on the map there's no homes or people, everything is on fire. There's so many more hylian/zora/gerudo/rito/goron warriors because everyone IS a warrior - because if you're not a warrior, you're dead.

Fighting a guardian in botw is scary - in AoC playing as the champions you'll be one person fighting like twelve of them at once while they're infected with malice and twice as strong. The sheer effort it takes just to survive - not even to win, but just to live through the day, even as a high level fighter, is mad.

Everything is torn apart, the monster swarms are in the hundreds of thousands, even stomping around in the divive beasts mega blasting them, sometimes the hoards of hundreds of Lynels and Talus and Hinnox are too much and the megazord giant ancient robot beasts get smashed up.

It's raw devastation everywhere, nowhere is safe, there is no time to rest, the world is burning under their feet.

[woodsie]

playing metaphor refantazio and ngl it’s combat system solves so many issue I have with personas combat lately

[londyboobs]

a real life goddess x

[patty-propaganda-archive]

I have played just a bit of Astral Chain, and GOD does that game made my 'Hunter Patty with demon summons' thoughts come back with a force.

That game has basically the perfect setup/structure to insert her in and make Patty a formidable opponent, while also keeping her, you know, grounded and human. So I propose a shameless ripoff of gameplay mechanics and themes for her in a DMC-universe.

(these rambles are sponsored by my maybe two hours playtime of Astral Chain)

A quick intro about Astral Chain - it's a Platinum game that is set in a sci-fi universe which basically demons invade. Humans set up a special forces division that mixes some captured via Chains demons with human material, and the result are Legions that get paired with an operative and they work together.

Important note here is that the chained demons are exactly that - chained, and they aren't really happy with their predicament, so they try to escape if they aren't controlled properly. That said, they aren't mindless either, and can operate on their own, but are normally tightly ordered around and kept on a strong leash.

I think this setup in itself is very interesting - the humans are trying to fight fire with fire, while fully aware said flame might turn on them if used too freely.

Another thing I'd like to highlight is feel of combat in Astral Chain. The characters fight demons with guns and batons, which, well, doesn't exactly do much damage. The main damage dealer in this equation is, of course, the Legion under the human command.

You can do the normal button-mashy 'attack unless dodge then attack again', but really, in this game it feels like it pays to play Smarter, not Harder. The chain that binds demons is very physical, and with proper Legion positioning you can trip charging enemies or bind them in place for a time. This translates to me that the key is getting the upper hand in a fight, and no 'power level' or some other imaginary number will truly decide the outcome.

Last thing - the main character of the game is a sort of police officer, and they get a lot of requests to help civilians around. Even while on a big demon hunt, the priority for them is protecting humans, and getting to the big bad only after they are secure.

Why I think all of this works Perfectly Well for Patty:

The main premise of 'fighting fire with fire' is something the Order demonstrated quite well in DMC. They went so far in their studies as to develop stable technology based on demonic, and relatively safe enough for human use!

That said, Patty is no martial fighter. She is a human, and she physically cannot compete with demons, even easier ones. She needs as edge in a fight - this is where the idea of playing Smarter comes in.

I have been advocating for Patty getting a summons-based combat style, based of V(ergil) in dmc5, for a while now. I'll keep the design stuff under wraps, but I think that turning the demonic against demons seems very much up Patty's alley. Especially given her sourceress heritage, which, to be fair, we have no idea if it does anything, but hey, why not an ability to bind some demons to herself right? Or well, maybe some new demon-based tech helps her do that, but the technicalities don't really matter.

Plus, DMC demons already Do have a 'binding' ritual of sorts - the Devil Arms. Humans certainly can't wield those, so that's out of the question, but a simpler demon? Bound for a time even maybe? Not a bad substitute.

So, Patty gets herself a gun for long range, something close-range (rapier) for self-defence, and acquires a demon binded for herself.

Another idea I read a few times was Patty trying to get herself a position...close to the demon-hunting, but not the task itself, as she's not suited for continuous fighting. Something more about helping people, organising them and other supportive roles for when invasions happen.

Needless to say, I think that after how Dante disappeared on her, Patty would want to keep a Very Close ear to the ground about demons. She wouldn't be able to just stand aside either, so I think she'd volunteer to help there and then keep it up.

Having an ability to Bind demons would be a valuable ability in this situation, as her main focus would be on helping and defending civilians, instead of mowing down hordes on her own.

This can be up for debate, but I think the idea of demon binding being situational is more useful than getting a single demon bound permanently. Permanent binding would probably be harder to keep up, mostly in terms of mental/magical(?) effort, and I don't think Patty really needs that ability on all times. A spontaneous binding of a single demon out of the attack group though? More sudden, adaptable and, depending on the power of the demon chosen for binding - more cost-efficient, or at least you save up on the cost outside of fighting.

Another option is a 'pokemon' situation, when the binding requires energy only for the initial bind, but the upkeep is cost-free. So, she needs to change demons only when the bound one is too weak to fight anymore. Though I don't think that fits the other dmc demons rules, and the situational bind situation is better.

tldr Astral Chain gave me the perfect vision of Hunter-Patty, which is pretty much a ripoff of abilities from that game. It fits Patty very very well in my opinion though

So yeah, Astral Chain basically gave me a fully-realised Hunter-Patty fantasy, and I really love this mix of ideas for her. The game itself is also very fun, and I highly recommend everyone tries it out, if you can (curse you nintendo for holding it hostage). Thank you for reading this ramble)

[mo-ok]

[ccaptain]

   ' ━Ah, so that's your brand new hiding place. '

   A pair of familiar, inadvisable shoes seemingly materializes out of thin air. There's a grin on the man's face as he bends down to eye level, red hues exploring the hiding space his stray snuck in and slowly turning on the side of incredulous concern.

   ' How in the hell did ya managed to get in here? You're taller than me, and almost as bulk, too! Only someone like Brother Hanu could get cramped in here, and even he... '

   They both know how. the Enigma doesn't answer him, limiting himself into quietly staring at his adoptive father as the playfulness in his voice disappears.

   ' One of these days, huh? ' A sigh. ' Come on- scoot over, 'm coming in. '

   There's a long pause. Kaeya doesn't move- but he resumes speaking, a tad on the side of incredulous.

   ' Dad... It's too big for both of us, We'll both be stuck if you come in. '

   ' That so? ' The man named Gallagher sighs with relief, chuckling in the same breath. ' Right. Would have been worth a shot, though- look who's speaking again. '

   It rips a chuckle out of him, for the way it always works- his dad is never afraid to do something scandalously funny to shock him out of overthinking. This includes trying to reach for him in a small, battered metal closet.

   Sometimes, it's just a thing that needs to be done.

   There's a can of something similiar to SoulGlad in violet-hued fingers, the comfortable silence, and his father's leg pressed against his as they sit with their backs on the wall. 

   A drop of condensation comes in contact with his thumb, unfelt. This is where Enigma breaks the silence.

   ' Dad... '

   He hesitates, a million questions in his mind. He picks the closest one, reels the others in.

   ' This feeling of emptiness... when will it stop? I thought it was going to go away on his own, but it never did. Never does. '

   There's an awry sound coming from his side. ' Hard to say, ' he starts, the movement that turns his face into a small grimace of sympathy. ' 'm kinda afraid that you put yourself into a bad situation, kid. '

   ' I did? '

   ' Yup. This... ' He gestures at Kaeya entirely, careful, ' avatar that you took, the one you told me belongs to your friend... you're really not supposed to do that. Take his looks, I mean- it just makes everything more complicated than it needs to be. Adds a whole lot of weight where there shouldn't be. Kinda jumbles everything that should be simple... ' 

   His dad trails off, irises taking on the looks of his stray without the irony shining in his eyes.

   ' You still haven't told me why ya picked him, out of all traits you could have taken. Of the amalgamate you coulda been. '

   No- no, he has not. The reason only makes sense in his brain, only tie together when Kaeya Alberich has been in the life of someone for a while. And Kaeya Alberich never got to know his father at all.

   His mouth opens, words lost. Impostor closes it, opens it again, shakes his head almost helplessly, the faint buzz of confusion starting behind his eyes before a warm hand ruffles his hair, stays in place over mussled cobalt locks.

   ' Don't sweat it, ' the man that is his father tells him, a lopsided grin on his face. ' As long as it makes sense to you, it's alright. You gotta solve this emptiness thing yourself- I can't help you much, here. '

   A few pats on his dusty behind, and his dad is up and going again. Kaeya shakes his head at the hand being offered to him, signaling that he'd like to be alone and in here a little longer.

   ' You gotta be glad we have a lotta time to think about stuff, no? 'is the last thing he tells Kaeya before he's out, leaving a wink and the bark of a laughter behind.

   and a cold can of soda, untouched.

   The hut is empty. There's nobody else but him, and the unheartly silence of the abandoned planet hs picked as his residence.

   Kaeya's digits follow the jagged edges of his newest wound, a gaping hole where pale diamond should be. The skin has been broken like porcelaine, long cobalt strands trying to hide the lack of eye and the emptiness where skull and human gore should be.

   Gray materia floats around his head, trying to recompose him and shoo his fingers, foreign, cold objects, away from the problem. But the wound is fresh, terribly big, and the effort requires an addictional component to speed up the healing factor. 

   The surviving eye is as faulty as the one he took from Kaeya Alberich: all he sees are shadows dancing out of his reach, the blurry, darkened form of the table, the chairs, the kitchenette and the items he so loves to decorate having become hostile obstacles he has to avoid.

   In the corner of the main room, there are two big tanks of the liquid coming from the Misty Sea- it's what he needs to fix the missing side of his head.

   It's what he needs. A few steps ahead, and he'll close his digits around the neck of one. Feel around the tab in the bathub, plug it in, and pour.

   Simple actions to restore himself.

   But he thinks. And thinks. And he can't do this.

   He can't do this.

   He just can't do this.

   He can't move. 

   But he has to.

   The next minutes, perhaps hours, perhaps days, are a blur. All he knows is that, when he comes to some sort of consciousness again, his fingers are still tight around the plastic neck of a much lighter tank, the smell of the restoring liquid is right under his nose. His location seems to have changed.

   Kaeya doesn't remember doing all this. All that he knows is that the ceramic of the bathub is so wonderfully cold and grounding against his warm, cracked skin, and he doesn't want to move. He has no will to, but something in his body has reacted to try and make him fix himself.

   But he can't do it. His legs feel like lead, like cement.

   He can't do it.

   He wants to.

   But he just can't do it.

   Triumph and progress feeds people with some sort of frenzy, an injection of adrenaline putting them on top of the world, wanting to shout to look at them! They can accomplish ANYTHING!

   But he isn't a person. It makes sense that the little energy he had after completing his mission has oozed out of him from the gaping wound.

   An injury won't kill him- simply slow him down. His dad and mentor said that he has all the time in the world to do what he needs and wants to do, figure out when the emptiness ends.

   Today, it doesn't. It presses him against the cold surface, and he's happy to allow his heavy body to surrender, letting his warmth disperse over it.

   He can stay like this for a bit. He did what he had to do, and now it's time for him to give in to exhaustion. Just for a little bit of time, just for a small nap.

   With the part of his forehead that can still feel, Kaeya curls against the side of cold marble, and lets his eyelid fall shut over the mocking of shadows dancing just out of his reach.

   Maybe the emptiness never goes away. But I can rest for a bit... just for a little bit... and then I'll be good to go.

   Just for a little bit...

[lemonycranberries]

seeing vincenzo in queen of tears instantly provoked in me a reaction that was so visceral. it came from the depths of my soul. i felt things i didn't even know i could feel