#wee reblog

[willwooddaily]

reblog this if you’re taking action, you’re gaining traction, no more distractions, you’re done relaxing, you’re the chemical reaction.

[patfo]

[parab0mb]

When you think about it, Spheromancer is just a fancy way of say Ball Wizard. And If Instatainment weren't a bunch of cowards, this totally would have been the most powerful and forbidden combat art in Lea's arsenal.

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Anyway, hello Crosscode community, I'm still alive! I'm so sorry this is how had to find out (I swear I'll draw actually good and not cursed fanart again at some point).

Non-meme version of the sketch is below the cut btw; It's pretty rushed since, you know, shitpost, but I do think the pose unironically came out good so I figured I'd share it on its own. C:

[chaoswarfare]

dp x dc prompt #26

Danny and Ember end up having a dance competition/battle, all in good fun, which gets spotted by the Justice League studying the new species on earth.

The League, with almost all of its primary intelligence gathering members out on missions, makes the leap in logic that this species may communicate by dance, like bees…

Unfortunately, Danny has started a dance battle fad and now the Justice League is getting responses when they randomly break into dance around ghosts. or the ghosts just laugh at them and leave. Danny just has to keep the confusion from getting worse until the rest of the league gets back planet side. How bad could it be?

Or- the epic saga of misinformation and guesswork on culture that can only go hilariously.

[ovaryacted]

Logan Howlett and hate sex. Yeah. [CLOSED].

[letsdeerintheheadlightsuniverse]

Fellow pirates, welcome to the Avenge Tour!

Following the tragic news about the future of ofmd, I've decided to channel my frustrations elsewhere.

They might have officially put the proverbial nail in the show's coffin, but that doesn't mean we can't remind the streaming services that as a fandom, we aren't going anywhere anytime soon.

Please feel free to tag your posts, fanfictions, fanart, analysis, rants, and all things ofmd related with #avengeofmd (if you want to, of course).

Remember, it's not over until Izzy sings la vi en rose!

(You may also like and reblog this post to spread awareness)

[lucentdreamzzz]

she black on my box til i warrior

rb with your own wee woo ebbin on my neezer til i scrooge lines

[oifaaa]

Why isn't tumblr letting me post anything from my drafts ????

[telebeast]

Hey guess what? I've got an Etsy store now! I'm starting off with just a few products, stuff I initially made to sell at a con, but as those sell I'm planning to sell even more fandom-related items like stickers, charms, prints, and hopefully pins and more in the future! Setting this up and manning it is how I'm earning my college internship credit, so if you could check it out it would be greatly appreciated :D

[desultory-novice]

...My muse is fickle and HIGHLY opportunistic and hearing @deepseamuse share their idea for a bad ending to Apologies where Adeleine refuses to leave Noir's side at Shiver Star, we~ll...

:guilty cough:

I-found-myself-writing-my-own-take-on-how-such-a-conversation-between-the-two-of-them-might-fall-before-I-knew-what-was-happening-I'm-so-sorry!

My apologies, Noir Defense Force... Unlike other writers, I have only tragic siblings for you today...

"Snowflakes"

Warning: This story is SO self-indulgent of me 200% pure melancholy, bittersweet Dess (scriptfic) angst

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:At the gates, Noir sees his sister off with a pained smile: :But she plants her feet, spinning back toward him:

Adeleine: "...I won't go."

:Noir shakes his head, gently chiding:

Noir: "Adeleine. C'mon." Adeleine: "Not without you, Noir!" Noir: "It's...It's not possible, okay? Not on this ride up, at least." Adeleine: "Okay. Then my going is impossible too!" Noir: "Don't be stubborn. Why're you acting like a kid about this?" Adeleine: "I AM a kid. And you're only three years older, Noir!"  "Are you my brother or are you trying to be dad...?"

:Adeleine is beginning to shake, worry taking root in her:

Adeleine: "...Let's just wait till we can go together, please?" Noir: "We're already here. This is the better option. Trust me." "And I'll find you again soon. I swear it." "It'll be so fast you won't notice I wasn't there the whole time!" Adeleine: "...I don't want us to be separated, Noir." "Not for any length of time!" Noir: "It's not..." "Adeleine, that's..."

:Noir grits his teeth hard, the pressure building in him snaps:  :In a moment of weakness, he voices his own fears aloud:

Noir: "We're going to be separated anyway..." Adeleine: "...Noir? What do you mean by that...?"

:He looks away, regretting ever opening his stupid mouth:

Adeleine: "What is it? What's going to happen?" Noir: "...Nothing. It's nothing, okay?" Adeleine: "Noir!" Noir: "Just forget I said anything, all right?!" Adeleine: "Now who's being stubborn?! Talk to me!"

:He tries to turn away from her, she grabs his hand to pull him back:

:He yanks it away quickly, only for his glove to slip off with it: :She sees his withered, blackened hand:

Adeleine: "...Your hand..."

:She looks up at him in shock and finally sees it: :That's not just his turtleneck pulled up extra high: :The decay has extended all the way to his jaw:

Adeleine: "Your neck too...? "...What is that? I-It's all over you..." "Noir...? Are you sick...?"

:Noir balls his fists, unable to face her: :Facing her means telling the truth:

Noir: "Just go... please..." "...I'm begging you." Adeleine: "N-Noir... Noir, I'm scared..."

:Adeleine is shaken, her gaze unfocused: :Noir kneels down next to her, trying to calm both of them:

Noir: "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I messed up, Adeleine... Badly." "And this time... was worse than all the others." Adeleine: "Y-You're gonna be okay though, right?"  "Tell me you're going to be okay?"

:He take a half-hearted shot at faking the worst lie ever:

Noir: "......Yeah. Yeah, I mean, when have I not been fine? It's okay...!"

:But even if she wants to believe this lie too, she can't:

Adeleine: "No... You don't mean it though... Tell me the truth, Noir!" Noir: "The truth is..." "...I can't stop what's happening to me."  "And I don't think I've got long left. That's why you have to go."

:Adeleine shakes her head, panic taking over:

Adeleine: "Mm-mm. Mm-mm. No, no. Noir, no. Nononono..." Noir: "Adeleine..." Adeleine: "Nononononononononono..." Noir: "Get on the ship, Adeleine." Adeleine: "Nononononononononnononono...!" Noir: "Ade-..." Adeleine: "Wa...-Waaaaaahhhh!!"

:She breaks into childlike, inconsolable sobbing: :Noir bites his lip, realizing she won't leave on her own now: :He gets up, shouts at a guard some distance away:

Noir: "You! This girl's a passenger, right?! Get her on board already!" Guard: "I'll need to double-check with-..." Noir: "She's already cleared for passage, dammit!" "Could we have gotten this close to the gates if she wasn't?!" "Get...her...on...the...ship! Now!"

:Noir is as threatening as your average scrawny teenager: :But he is right about passing through all the gates:

Guard: "...All right. Come on, you." "You had time to say your goodbyes." Adeleine: "Noooooooo!"

:Adeleine cries as the guard lifts her up off her feet:

Noir: "Goodbye, Ade-..." "...Gh?!"

:Noir falls to his knees, negativity causing the corruption to spike: :Adeleine kicks and punches to free herself from the guard:

Adeleine: "NOIR!" Guard: "Hey! Stop struggling!" Noir: "...G-guh! ...H-Hgh...!!"

:Bent over, Noir vomits sizzling black goo onto the ground:  :Cloudy, dark particles rise menacingly into the air: :Adeleine slips free as the guard backs away in shock:

Adeleine: "Noir! Noir!" Noir: "S-stay...away..." Guard: "?! The hell is that stuff?! Shit!"  "Security here; I need the bio team on this, stat!" "We got some kind of potential toxin or pathogen or something! "Tell the launch team to seal the shuttle and go!" Noir: "N-No...!" Adeleine: "Noir... Noir..." Noir: "A-Ade...leine..."

:Adeleine clings to Noir, sobbing: :The "bio team" arrives. Fully suited and fully armed:

Team: "You said there was some kind of contaminate?" Guard: "Over there! It's them! It's the children...!" "I think they're carriers for some experimental disease!" Team: "...Sickos. Thinking they can get by us using kids..."

:As the the security guard masks up and flees, the helmeted bio team leader looks impassively at the two huddled children; Adeleine in tears while Noir, still sick, stares daggers at the leader:

Team: "Hate to do this when there are hardly any of you left but..." "...We can't risk anything getting into this sector. My apologies."

:Flamethrowers are aimed at Noir and Adeleine:

Team:"Squad. On my command-!" Noir: "Rgh...! DAMMIT...!!"

:Noir hugs Adeleine in his arms and squeezes his eyes shut; the Dark Matter Blade is summoned before him as he uses his powers to teleport them away in a swirling vortex of darkness:

:They reappear in the familiar back alleys of the shelter district:

Noir: "...Huff... huff..."  "Adeleine?! Are you here...?!" Adeleine: "Yeah..." Noir: "...You're not hurt, are you...?"

:He touches her cheek with a gloved hand to be sure she's there: :He had never teleported with another person and wasn't sure he could:

Adeleine: "No. But, Noir..."

:She's too shaken to finish what she was saying: :He lets go of her and falls back into the cold snow:

Noir: "Heh... I really ruined everything, huh...?" Adeleine: "Nuh-uh... You didn't. Cause you're still here..." 

:Adeleine nestles up as close as she can to him:

Adeleine: "...Stay. We have to stay together, Noir..." "Mom and dad made us promise to watch out for each other." Noir: "...I know. That's how I know...I messed up as bad as I did..." "And it's all thanks to this stupid thing..."

:He yanks at his scarf, revealing the control gear turned collar:

Adeleine: "Is that...the thing that lets you call your sword...?" Noir: "And some other stuff. Like that teleportation trick."

:Adeleine sits up and attempts to take it off him: :She can't even slip her small fingers through to pry at it:

Adeleine: "Ngh! It's...so tight around your neck." "...How does this come off again?" Noir: "It doesn't. Not anymore. Heh... I told you I messed up..."

:He smiles, blocking his eyes with the back of a withered hand: :He is finally confessing all the things he should have earlier:

Noir: "I thought I could protect you with it. Become stronger." "So, I kept on wearing it... Way longer than I should have."  "And...I used it...to do some really awful stuff..." "Raquelle... I'm the reason she's gone..."

:This day has already been so traumatic for Adeleine she doesn't even know how to begin to react to the news of their friend's death:

Adeleine: "Noir..." Noir: "Whatever justifications I thought I had..." "...I wish I hadn't done any of it now." "You and I could have just stayed as we were." "But wearing it connected me...to something dark." "I feel it now, always at the back of my mind."

:He pulls his hand away, his eyes a thousand yards away:

Noir: "It's like a void... But it's teeming too... Constant whispers..." "It's coming for me, soon. It even has a spot lined up special." "There's no escaping it now... When it gets out, e-...I..."

:Adeleine slips back into the crook of his arm, holding onto him:

Adeleine: "...You're not allowed to leave." "You're not allowed to leave, Noir." Noir: "...I don't want to leave you either..."

:His voice cracking, he turns to hug her tight: :They stay snuggled together in the cold snow: :No more painstakingly crafted illusions and lies: :Just two kids facing a cruel fate with aching honesty:

:After a time, Adeleine whispers softly:

Adeleine: "...I just want to lay here until we become snowflakes..." "You and I...would melt together. Then we'd never have to be apart..." Noir: "...Heh. You're so warm, you'd turn us into water in no time..." Adeleine: "I'd still follow you... Wherever you flowed off to..."

Noir: "...Maybe the ocean. We could finally have that beach trip?" "But, Adeleine, you deserve so much more than that." "Not being stuck with me..."

Adeleine: "Don't you deserve anything nice, Noir...?" Noir: "...That's a silly question."

"...I already got something beyond precious."

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It was a most unusual form of salvation...

People who believe in The Theory of the Four Matters have suggested that the various types can counteract or overpower each other, existing in a cycle of destructive mutual domination. Still others believe that when two forms of matter come into close contact, they are capable of peacefully transmuting into a third.

...Darkness and Soul...

Is it any surprise Dream would emerge from their union? 

Those who saw the sleeping "snowflake" children, whom nothing could wake nor separate, nor could anything harm, had no doubts they were protected by a most powerful form of Dream Matter. All that was left to question is, were their dreams happy ones...? 

Though that too could be answered with a glance at their faces.

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[Apologies AU Masterpost]

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Author Notes:

The last part is based around the theory that Soul Matter is related to life (the soul forms being based around a powerful desire to live) and that art in Kirby is often treated as "the giving of life."

So, in this situation, while Noir is a perfect container for an immense amount of Dark Matter (why he is unusually powerful and capable even as a drone) Adeleine is the same for Soul Matter (why she is unusually good at imbuing life into her creations)

After the disastrous, highly traumatizing events at the spaceport, with nothing left but each other, the two privately but simultaneously wished for time to stop and to never have to be separated. It came true as they fell asleep in each other's arms...

"Will this version of them ever be saved?"

^^; Like the text says, it's a most unusual form of salvation, but in a weird way, they kinda are saved? At least from present dangers (Noir's corruption has ceased while they are like this, and both are protected from starvation or freezing. As implied by the last line, they are living better (?) happier lives than they ever got in reality within their everlasting, idealistic dreamscape.)

Even as I was writing it, I realized once the situation rolled out of hand and Adeleine learned Noir's fate, there was no simple way to solve this. He could force Adeleine to leave him or talk to her until he had convinced her leaving was the best choice, but she would never be truly happy knowing what she knows. (And they were never getting that good of a chance to get her off planet again either.)

Meanwhile she could stay with him and try use all the powers at her disposal (drawing magical hacksaws and drillbits XD) but Noir had only been holding on as long as he had to see her off, and in main Apologies, dies soon after she leaves. She has no means of saving him nor freeing him from eternal bondage to Zero. Not alone, that is.

...But if you prefer your Shiver Siblings alive, conscious, and free of the looming specter of death, luckily, Kirby of the Stars is a powerful enough channel for Dream Matter that he could awaken/free them.

At least, XX number of years later when he finally visits Shiver Star in Kirby 64. Plus, Zero would be gone by then! Though 02.... >.>

(I'm betting there's a crystal shard near them also! You probably have to use the very cursed Burn-Spark power combo to melt the snow to get close enough to the two; red + yellow being the puzzle's color "hint," courtesy of Noir's perpetually ugly scarf XD)

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PS: I'm rather shocked how well my fake game hint above works with the power combos, their colors, and Noir's scarf?! Go, muse~!

[virtualdespairr]

i miss them so much guys

[chiropteracupola]

lord take away my pain and misery and morally-scrupulous am-I-a-bad-historian woe and give it to that annoying fucker who keeps bringing up the fact that he once went to china so as to recite 'traditional proverbs' during class discussions

[no-where-new-hero]

catch me rewriting the entirety of blue castle from Barney's POV like i'm stephanie meyer on her midnight sun bullshit

[batsplat]

29/6 - valentino

11/7 - marc

both 'pecco doesn't have to prove that he earned those titles by beating the marc marquez' and 'pecco should embrace the challenge of testing himself against the marc marquez' are takes I fundamentally agree with, but of course there's still something fun about how it's basically mind games by proxy from these two. neither of them are wrong! but the contrast is still pleasing. it stems from their fundamentally oppositional relationships wrt pecco, where valentino functions as The Mentor and marc functions as The Rival. valentino is emphasising pecco's existing status in the sport by offering a reminder of the world championships he already has, in order to minimise the importance of next year's battle and the pressure on his protege. marc is emphasising the status imbalance between himself and pecco by offering a reminder of how marc has more titles than pecco, in order to heighten the importance of next year's battle and increase the pressure on his rival. the two statements end up mirroring each other quite nicely, right?

you see it in how valentino positions the battle as something that's been hyped as the press, as something that's more illusory than 'real', versus marc implicitly challenging pecco by saying pecco should surely be seeking to challenge him. valentino will not go so far as to suggest pecco will beat marc - all he's saying is the outcome does not reflect on the fact that pecco WAS already the strongest (past tense). valentino's removed from the action, he can't make any promises on behalf of another rider, he deliberately refrains from placing more pressure on pecco by engaging in any way with his chances of winning next year... whereas marc very much argue his own case, saying that he believes he will win at least one more title (which would most likely involve beating pecco). valentino says pecco doesn't need this challenge, whereas marc suggests pecco should want it. and more than that - what marc is saying the challenge isn't just facing marc on the same bike, it's the fact that pecco's team decided to put him there. that they invited marc into pecco's house. marc speaks of all that pecco has to lose, while valentino speaks of all that pecco cannot have taken away from him

I don't want to read too much into the phrasing here since I'm aware the translation may be imperfect... but valentino both explicitly ("he will have a very uncomfortable teammate") AND implicitly "[pecco] has everything he needs to keep up with [marc]") acknowledges just how big a challenge this will be. uncomfortable - not just because marc is hard to beat but because he is a bastard of a teammate. keep up - not even beat, because just matching marc isn't going to be easy. and marc isn't being shy either about how hard defeating him will be for pecco, pointing out they will be on equal machinery for the first time, that marc still has more titles, that pecco still hasn't shown he has what it takes to match marc under those circumstnaces. still, marc is coming for pecco because right now pecco's on top of the mountain - pecco is the one with the results, the momentum, the "mental stability" (jorge martin girl stand up)

I don't know. I'm really fond of how pecco has ended up being positioned between the two of them. pecco's unique narrative role is such that if anything, the marc/valentino axis is de-emphasised. it still matters, but it's very much the hypotenuse. this isn't just a continuation of an old feud, it's not just two legacies facing off or the title race or any of that - because it's pecco's legacy that's being litigated as much as anything else. pecco's primary objective is not protecting valentino's title count, and valentino's advisory role is centred around pecco's objectives rather than his own... his desires and hopes in that capacity are subservient to pecco's. marc isn't there primarily to match/overtake valentino, he's there to beat the current king in his own castle and to win titles for himself. they mirror each other and oppose each other... but ultimately, it's still pecco who currently sits at the centre of that triangle. he's the one who the other two are primarily focused on. quite a unique position, especially for a rider who has been so publicly wrestled with how he compares to those particular legends of the sport. quite the task ahead of him. quite the challenge

[luciuscodedswedeboy]

an incomplete list of things that were joked about in OFMD S2:

- a dead little person (“the little man who died in my arms.. he wasn’t even a child he was just a very small man”)

- sexual assault (“the hand went where you think”)

- disability prosthetic users (“might take you a while with your horsey leg”)

Dishonourable mention: Using an STI as an insult (“syphilitic cunt”)

[gumnut-logic]

“You can touch him, honey.” His mom smiled encouragingly.

Virgil sat on the sofa next to his mother and stared at the tiny, sleeping baby. He was so small. So different from the pudgy little toddler he remembered of Johnny when he was little.

Well, he was still little, but now he could walk and talk and play and attend school like a real little brother.

This new baby was so small. A fuzz of blond hair and wrinkled skin, he had a weird and scary tube taped to his nose.

He looked up at his mom. She looked sick. She had been in the hospital for a long time.

Seemed like forever. Dad and Grandma and Grandpa had all been worried. Virgil had asked Scotty, but his brother hadn’t had any more answers. It had taken Grandma to sit the both of them down and explain that little Gordon had come early and needed some time in the hospital.

“Will he be all right?” It all sounded scary and it was his mommy.

Grandma had wrapped both of them in one of her wonderfully reassuring hugs. “They are both going to be fine, honey. They just need a little time to recover.”

That time staying with Grandma and Grandpa had been a mix of fun and worry. He loved his grandparents and their farm was full of places to explore and things to pull apart and animals and space, so much space.

It was worth Grandma’s cookies.

He just wished Mom would get better and come home.

That day eventually came and his Mom introduced him to his new baby brother, Gordon.

Tiny, tiny Gordon.

Virgil peered over the blankets in his mother’s lap.

As if sensing his gaze, the baby opened his eyes drowsily and stared up at him.

A little frown.

Baby Gordon reached out a hand, and without thinking, Virgil brought his own hand up. Tiny fingers wrapped around his, so, so small, and clung tight.

Gordon stared at him a moment longer before his eyes closed again.

He didn’t let go of Virgil.

“He likes you.” Mom was smiling. She slipped an arm around his back and drew him in close for a snuggle.

Virgil couldn’t take his eyes off Gordon.

“Is he going to be okay?” He looked so fragile.

“He needs a little time, but he will be just as strong as you and playing as much mischief as your other brothers before you know it.” She squeezed him tighter. “He’s a Tracy, honey. We’re made of tough stuff.” She kissed his hair.

Virgil still hadn’t let go of his new brother’s hand.

He wasn’t supposed to let go. He was supposed to save and protect.

“Gordon?”

His little brother didn’t answer.

“Virgil, honey?” It wasn’t his Mom’s voice. It was Grandma.

Where was Mom? “I’ll keep him safe, Mom.” Gordon and all his brothers.

But especially little, fragile Gordon who had entered the world too early.

“Gordon is safe, Virgil.”

Virgil held his little brother in his arms as sparks rained over them. Something was very wrong, but his priorities were clear.

“I’ll keep him safe, Mom.”

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