#VERSE. ( iii. )

[cy-lindric]

His Majesty's little meow meows (from La Dame de Monsoreau)

[budgieflitter]

some frames of my part for the animatic!! i spent too much time on some of these just to flash by for 0,5 sec lmao i tried to include as many characters as i could i love LFT grrraaAAAGHH

[rumor-imbris]

Bruised and tainted by the world my soul refuged in your eyes living as a nacreous glare Then your heart silently taught mine to own its pain to feed its flames I learnt to love like wielding a blade

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

Please I am on my hands and knees for Cyclops edits

[braisedhoney]

time to try again.

[lazysadpotato-comix]

Volume 11: !!Boy Genius!! Chaos Theory

▶️ WordGirl: The Ripple Verse Masterpost⭐️

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Summary:

Wordgirl announces that she’ll be leaving Fair City for an uncertain amount of time, perhaps a year or so? But she guarantees she’ll be back. Fair City doesn't know how to handle the news they were given. On the other hand, the villains of the city are thrilled. No Wordgirl to stop them? They can commit as much crime as they please while she’s gone! Who’s gonna stop them? KidMath?? Ha! As if. No one can stop them! So imagine the surprise everyone had the moment a certain Boy Genius stepped in to stop his fellow villains.

Basically: 2 years after WordGirl’s goodbye, Tobey steps in to begrudgingly stop crime on her behalf (and the sake of the city or whatever)

FAQ: “What is The Ripple Verse about?” — It’s a fan adaptation I made that follows WordGirl before and after the series’ end. Each volume follows a respective character and their journey as Fair City’s dependable hero, but everything that happens in the volume has an effect on the future. [[For example: if someone wasn’t saved by AmazoGuy in his respective volume, that character might reappear to get their revenge in the later volumes or even their family members who holds a grudge against heroes because of that one incident.]] So technically, it isn’t an AU, it’s a canon compatible story and a continuation. BUT! This story supports ToBecky(Tobey x Becky), Amazing Cheese(Dr. Two-Brains/Steven Boxleitner x AmazoGuy), and OC x minor canon. If that’s not your taste, I apologise. Nevertheless, it’s my passion project as of right now so I hope you enjoy!

If you have any more questions about The Ripple Verse or anything else l've created, or you want to suggest a song for the playlists, go ahead and submit it in my inbox! It's always open! (But please respect me and don't send asks unrelated to the content I make)

[undercoverossifrage]

I have loved Soldier, Poet, King for years now and even back then I couldn’t help but appreciate how perfect it was for the Httyd books. I’m sure I’m not the first to point this out, but please enjoy this incredibly rough animation anyway. The amount of finesse I tried to put into this is… negligible?

[s4samus]

hi guys! I just thought it would be cool to redraw this losers again. my new tradition or something... so la fiesta tech for your soul remastered again! (old ones) - 2023 (even older) - 2022

[mambocarmo]

that color wheel twitter trend i finished a while ago too! this was very fun

[sacred-coffin]

Rubbing my grubby little hands together. It's time to bipolar Terzo.

And, one thing for the record, I'm bipolar! So I know what I'm talking about and I'm projecting a little and that's valid

I tried to rewrite my bullet points from my google doc to sound... nicer and more professional, but it didn't feel right. So y'all are getting the raw unfiltered version from when I infodumped about this in a discord chat, hope you like it :)

ONE . He has big overarching aspirations, but also mad depressive episodes. These get in the way of him completing his goals and also make things fuzzy along the way.

He's got this big city, big social change, all of these huge goals and life paths he wants to follow. And there are times where he's really set and driven on working on it! Especially when people are egging him on, like when he was a cardinal. I imagine he had a lot of sustained manic or hypomanic episodes while he was a cardinal.

Being very dead set on a goal, possibly losing sleep over it, putting all of your time and effort on it...Also however you want to interpret the cream pies comment (sexual or food) it both lines up with something a manic person would do. SO.

I think once he's in the ministry again / papa his depressive episodes started getting harder & his manic episodes more. Erratic.

He had less people pushing & supporting him towards his goals / what he was really passionate about, so he was just . Really bitter and pulled away from people. You see a lot more of his irritable and generally temperamental side come out during this time bc like. When he has manic episodes he has so much energy to use up but nowhere for it to go! Sometimes being really angry with something can trigger a manic episode, and I think he might be prone to doing things really excessive/extreme all of a sudden to spite people. If that makes sense. Like the decision to ditch the papa robes, things like that.

Also iirc, when he was a cardinal he was really over indulgent. That is very common for manic episodes; it's very common to  develop substance abuse issues as well. I think he could be a borderline alcoholic, but he's pretty good at hiding it. Definitely better at hiding it than when he was younger, but the habit is worse when he's older

I kinda wanna talk about Terzo possibly being like, a pretty angry person. And this is definitely projection LMAO. He very much presents himself as a guy who probably doesn't have angry outbursts and such, but I think that. Well. If he's bipolar that is NOT true ok. When I thought about this the first time I was like "would he punch walls? No. His mom raised him better than that. But God does he want to break stuff"

I feel like part of his reclusiveness is to keep up this image he has to everyone-- you can't judge him or form an opinion of him in his off time if you don't see it. So you don't see him getting drunk, you don't see him being depressed, you don't see him getting mad, but god it is happening all the time

I just feel like, like, you could argue he has this sudden shift in personality at a certain point. Or maybe at multiple points. In regards to how he felt about his goals at least. Esp bc I resonate so hard with the thought that he didn't want to be the machine-man (from Metropolis, 1927), but he had to, and I feel like being bipolar explains that so so well. Facing adversity he'd get so pissed about it, but he would only let that stop him for a little bit. But he'd also wouldn't be able to make the kind of progress he did before (like drawing up blueprints or plans) because he doesn't have that same well of outside energy & support to tap into

God also. He is so delusional. He is so so so delusional.

I think being Papa ruined his mind .

No offense but like. His goals are impossible. He's chasing them so hard anyways. He's insane. Like. Like.

I don't know I can only compare this in my mind rn to my mom looking at me when I was like, 5 years old or something and telling me she was going to become an archeologist and move to Egypt. Like she was so so sure of herself that it was going to happen. Obviously it fuckin didn't,

Also also. I feel like he's not diagnosed bc I feel like it's more likely to be missed in men. Also I want to give him migraines even though it's less common in men but slightly more common with people who are bipolar and also bc it is GENUINE projection but I think the idea of Omega walking in and seeing Terzo hidden in a bundle of blankets with all the lights off like "is this a depression cocoon or a migraine cocoon" and Terzo just kinda shifts the blanket around and you see him wearing this funny as fuck eye mask. And Omega is like "migraine cocoon, got it" and just fucking leaves

Did he shave his head once and regret it? Yes. Did he get addicted to cocaine? Probably. Did he spend all of his money on model city pieces? At least twice.

I think in the end it's entirely possible he bought into everyone's ideas that maybe he is the one who should be worshiped

I feel like a lot of manic episodes & things can be so warped by the people you surround yourself with and like. Idk. Being the face of a devil worshiping cult can give a normal guy a God complex.

But a guy who's already prone to delusion and God complex??? Oh honey he's FUCKED.

[ramblingoak]

Shooting His Shot

Terzo x Omega ~ This takes place in the Butt Sparkle Verse along with Copia on ICE! It's the Winter Olympics and Omega gets distracted hearing his favorite ABBA song playing nearby...

This was directly inspired by this amazing work by @ghuleh-recs!

Warnings: everyone is younger than canon in this verse, love struck Omega, grumpy older brother Secondo and a Terzo that knows exactly what (and who) he wants, nsfw due to a brief daydream by Omega, 870 words

It was the ABBA blaring over the speakers that got his attention. 

There’s probably a joke there about ABBA and being Swedish but whatever.  Omega’s heard them all.  It helped that “Voulez-Vous” was his favorite song.  Well technically his mom’s favorite song but after hearing it so many times as a kid growing up it had wormed its way into his heart.  He always thought of dancing around the kitchen with her whenever he heard it.  So initially he was just curious why it was being played, although he wasn’t surprised to see it was due to a figure skater. 

He was surprised by the skull paint though.  

Of course that was only the first thing that caught his eye.  His outfit was next, an elaborate costume that was sheer enough to see nipples and dark hair.  It had to be borderline regulation and knowing how the officials at the Olympics could be he bet they still bitched about it.  The man’s entire body seemed to sparkle as he sped around the rink.  Countless spins and jumps being executed at a speed that made even Omega tired.  

“Can I help you?”

All the blood in Omega’s body froze at the sound of the voice at his back.  Omega would know that voice anywhere.  Deep and accented, he had heard it many times in his life and each time it always managed to strike a note of fear into him.  You couldn't be a hockey player anywhere without knowing who that voice belonged to. Slowly, like he was a creature trying not to upset a predator, he turned around to face another man in skull paint.

“Secondo.  Hey.”

Jesus, great first impression.  Secondo raised an eyebrow and impatiently crossed his arms.

“I’m waiting.”

“Uh, I don’t need any help.”  He winced at the raised eyebrow that got.  “Was just watching.”

“Watching my brother.”

“Yeah.  I like this song.”  Of course that was when the song stopped and Omega turned to see the man out on the ice striking a pose and breathing heavily. 

“Well the song is done so it’s time to go.”

Omega sighed, dragging his eyes from the ice right as the man relaxed and looked his way.  He took a few steps towards Secondo before stopping and taking a quick breath. 

“It’s Terzo right?  Your brother.”

“Sì!”  Omega turned back towards the rink and was immediately met with a shining set of eyes, one green and one as white as the ice he was standing on.  “It’s Terzo.  And what’s your name, bello?”

“He’s leaving, it doesn’t matter.”  Secondo brushed past him as he addressed his younger brother.  “Get dressed so we can meet Copia and Primo.”

“It’s Omega.”  Fuck it, he wouldn’t be a good hockey player if he didn’t know when to shoot his shot.  “Nice to meet you.”

He chose to focus on Terzo’s amazing smile rather than Secondo’s glare.  

“Omega.”  Terzo dragged out the ‘a’ sound far longer than necessary.  He had a brief vision in his head of Terzo also doing that while Omega pounded into him and holy fuck he was in so much trouble.  “Judging by my fratello’s hostility I’m assuming you play hockey, sì?”

“Yep.”  He dared to walk closer to the ice, really not sure where all this bravery was coming from but also knowing it had everything to do with how Terzo was looking at him.  “Sweden.”

“Ah, well that’s a pity.”  Terzo set his elbows on the short wall around the rink and rested his chin in his hands.  “Here I was hoping you were Italian and I’d see you more.”

“You can see me whenever you like.”  He hazarded a glance at Secondo and immediately regretted it.  The glare enough to tamp down the brief moment of suave bravery he was feeling.  “I mean, if you want?”

“Oh I definitely want, in fact why don’t we do lun—“

A burst of Italian from Secondo had Omega flinching and Terzo glaring at his brother.  He straightened up from his lean and spat something back at him.  The two went back and forth for a moment before Secondo threw his hands up in the air with an irritated shout.  He directed one last glare Omega’s way before storming off.  

“He ok?” 

“Sì, he’s just tense.  Lots of pressure.  You know how it is.” 

Omega nodded because he did know how it was.  And with this being the Winter Olympics all that pressure was amplified exponentially.  He had no doubt there would be an even larger target on his back if Sweden and Italy met on the ice this year.  But with Secondo gone he felt the spark of bravery returning and knew this was as good a chance as he’d get.  

“So.  Lunch?”  

Terzo smirked and started skating backwards along the wall.  Omega followed him like a duckling, watching as his muscles moved under his costume.  

“Lunch to start with.”  Terzo exited the rink, grabbing his blade covers and easily slipping them on.  “I’m sure we can find something to do after.”  

Omega grinned, ducking his head for a moment to hide his blush.  When he looked up Terzo had moved closer and Omega was definitely in trouble here.  Talk about love at first sight.  

Although the ABBA definitely helped too.

And thus the Butt Sparkle Verse begins...

Read Copia on ICE! part one

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[maxispremades]

Some screenies of La Fiesta Tech.

Немного скриншотов из Техуниверситета.

[rumor-imbris]

I would dive in your pensiveness, drown deep into your mind like Ophelia floating on the waters of your thoughts Hoping I could resurface in your dreams like Venus nightly taking you away with me

[cosmic0artist]

Loki’s voice grows quiet, his eyes distant as he stares at the ground. “The toxicity of this planet was supposed to destroy me,” he begins, his tone hollow. “On a realm full of endless substances, I was certain that I could find something that I could overdose on easily.”

Thor’s breath catches in his throat, watching his brother, his heart twisting with every word. Loki’s face tightens, his jaw clenching as he continues. “But then I discovered that there are ways… ways that he could simply prevent my body from failing. I tried more than once. But trying… upset him.” He swallows hard, battling back the nausea that threatens to overwhelm him. “So I stopped.”

Thor feels his chest tighten, a wave of grief and fury crashing over him at the same time. “Loki…” he whispers, stepping closer, but Loki holds up a hand, stopping him.

“Don’t,” Loki mutters, his voice harsh but trembling. He takes a few unsteady breaths before forcing out a slightly softer, “…Don’t, please.”

—i kinda wanna post the WIP snippet i have of loki’s overdose attempts,,,,

[theybe-kaz]

Hi, Hello! I know I am well late on chapter 24 and left you all on a straight up cruel cliff hanger so here's the (unedited) first bit of the (very very) late chapter and I beg forgiveness from you all >.< Usual warnings for this fic apply (breakdowns, anxiety, intrusive thoughts and I think that's it)

This wasn't part of the plan. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to win, to prove himself, to be perfect one last time. And then it would be over. But now.

The world seemed to recede, sounds becoming muffled and distant as if he were underwater. He was vaguely aware of his hands trembling in his lap, but the sensation felt far away, as if it belonged to someone else. The leather of the chair seemed to envelop him, swallowing him whole as he sank deeper into its embrace. Time stretched and warped, seconds expanding into eternity. And then suddenly Max's world shattered.

"Who?" he asked, the single word carrying the weight of all his fear and desperation. "Who told you?" Christian's expression remained neutral, but his eyes were filled with compassion. "I'm not going to answer that, Max."

Max felt a fresh wave of panic wash over him. His breathing became rapid and shallow, his chest constricting painfully. The room seemed to close in around him, the walls pressing closer and closer. He gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white with the effort. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't part of the plan.

Without warning his composure crumbled entirely, tears welling up and spilling down gaunt cheeks. "Please," he choked out, his voice raw and desperate. "Please, Christian, I need to know. Who told you? Was it Charles? Daniel? Fucking Sebastian? Lewis? Mick?"

His mind raced through possibilities, each name sending a fresh wave of panic through him. Another person he couldn't trust.

"Please," he begged again, his voice rising in pitch. "I have to know. I can't... I can't..." He trailed off, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room seemed to spin, the walls closing in as the gravity of the situation hit him full force. His mind raced, a torrent of thoughts and fears overwhelming him.

Perfect. You have to be perfect. You're nothing if you're not perfect.

He saw father's fury, the headlines that would surely follow. He saw his career crumbling, his friends looking at him in disgust, his life as he knew it slipping away.

They'll all leave you. Weak. Pathetic. Disgusting.

A wounded noise escaped his lips, raw and broken. And then another. And another. The floodgates opened, and Max found himself crying harder than he had in years, tears streaming down his face unchecked. “I need to know. I need to know who. I need…” he gasped between sobs. "I need- I can’t. I-I. I'm can’t fucking do this. I can’t fucking do this."

Christian didn’t move, it was hard to watch. Painful even. But he really would prefer not to be swung at when the distress inevitably turned to anger. Max's cries grew more frantic, bordering on hysterical. He rocked back and forth in the chair, his arms wrapped tightly around himself as if trying to hold himself together. "I'm going to lose everything," he choked out. "My career, my friends, my life. I can’t, I can’t. I can’t."

"You're not going to lose anything right now, Max." Christian assured, trying to be that grounding presence he clearly needed. But the driver was beyond reasoning. The world had narrowed to this moment, this overwhelming tide of fear that threatened to drown him.

Christian watched helplessly as Max spiralled like a plane going down. Tears streamed down Max's face, dripping onto his fireproof suit and leaving water stains on the dark fabric. Nothing seemed to reach him and the older man couldn't help the wince as his driver began coughing and gagging in the gaps between wails. "Max, you need to breathe or you’ll make yourself sick."

"It was Charles," Max choked out, his voice raw and broken. "He did this to me. He couldn't just let me have this one thing, this one perfect thing. He had to ruin it!" Max's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. "Or Daniel - he left me! He was supposed to be my teammate, my friend, and he just left me alone!"

The tirade continued, each accusation punctuated by heaving and coughing along with the nonstop tears. But as the Dutchman opened his mouth to wind up again again, his gaze fell on a photo on Christian's desk - a picture of Sebastian from his Red Bull days, smiling and holding a trophy aloft. Max's voice faltered, the anger draining from him as quickly as it had come. His shoulders slumped, and he seemed to collapse in on himself, suddenly looking impossibly small and vulnerable in the large leather chair.

"Seb..." Max whispered, his voice barely audible. But he couldn't continue. Instead, a fresh wave of tears overtook him, but these were different. No longer tears of anger or frustration, but of deep, profound sadness. You just couldn’t fucking control yourself could you? Look at the other drivers. They're disciplined. They're focused. They're perfect.

"I've ruined it," Max whimpered, his voice breaking. "I tried so hard to be perfect, and I've fucked it all. I'm so tired. I'm so, so tired."

Christian felt a lump form in his throat as he watched the Dutchman finally settle. The man before him bore little resemblance to the confident, fiery driver he knew. Instead, Max looked small, fragile, and terribly, terribly young. He'd failed him.

[lazysadpotato-comix]

WORDGIRL: THE RIPPLE VERSE

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This is a master post. So whenever I post about WORDGIRL: THE RIPPLE VERSE, I’ll link it all on this post and under these tags: (#The Ripple Verse, #WORDGIRL The Ripple Verse, #!!WordGirl!! HomeSick, #!!Boy Genius!! Chaos Theory, #!!WordGirl!! Teen Spirit, #!!Amazo Guy!! Butterfly Effect). ABANDONED tags: (#WORDGIRL THE RIPPLE VERSE AU, #The Ripple Verse AU, #The Ripple Verse Alternate Universe). So stay tuned for that!

FAQ: “What is The Ripple Verse about?” — It’s a fan adaptation I made that follows WordGirl before and after the series’ end. Each volume follows a respective character and their journey as Fair City’s dependable hero, but everything that happens in the volume has an effect on the future. [[For example: if someone wasn’t saved by AmazoGuy in his respective volume, that character might reappear to get their revenge in the later volumes or even their family members who holds a grudge against heroes because of that one incident.]] So technically, it isn’t an AU, it’s a canon compatible story and a continuation. BUT! This story supports ToBecky(Tobey x Becky), Amazing Cheese(Dr. Two-Brains/Steven Boxleitner x AmazoGuy), and OC x minor canon. If that’s not your taste, I apologise. Nevertheless, it’s my passion project as of right now so I hope you enjoy!

* 📙 — Volume 0: !!Amazo Guy!! Butterfly Effect

Main Poster

* 📕 — Volume 1: !!WordGirl!! HomeSick

Main Poster

Title Screen

* 📗 — Volume 2: !!Boy Genius!! Chaos Theory

Main Poster

Title Screen

Comfort (First Drawing/Color concept) - Iron Mouse Duo

Tobey Doodles

* 📘 — Volume 3: !!WordGirl!! Teen Spirit

Main Poster

Mistletoe (A ToBecky fanfic + rough idea)

Tobey + ShadowTech Duo Sketches

* 📓 — Original Characters

Little Miss Amour (Amy LoveHeart)

M.O.B.I.T BETA character sheet

Bomper the Clown

Nightmire (Ne’er Do-Well)

Nightmire Old Character Sheet

Nightmire BETA Design

Professor Circuitry BETA Design

Ocho (No.8)

Claiming this Canon Character because I can, he’s mine now

* 🎥 — Animatics

ToBecky + Iron Mouse Duo - “Beautiful Eyes” Animatic Short

ToBecky + Iron Mouse Duo - “PS5” Animatic Short (Shitpost)

ToBecky - “Lovely Night”

* 📂 — UNORDERED

The first concept! - Your eyes whispered: “Have we met?”

The first comic - “Jealousy, Jealousy”

ToBecky Dynamic Concept (Teen Spirit) - “What did I do???”

Old Ripple Verse Posters

OLD rough timeline

Style Testing Comics (Boy Genius! Chaos Theory)

Peppa Pig looking ass (WordGirl Discord - Tobey)

Same Birthday!

Happy Birthday Post

* 📚 — Others

The rabbit hole (the beginning)

Iron Mouse Duo

🔊The Ripple Verse Playlist🎵

🤖🦾Spider Web (Waylon + Doohickeys) Playlist🕸️🕷️

👁️��🗨️😈Nightmire (Ne’er Do-Well Manalo) Playlist🌙🐈‍⬛

🦋🌾Hopes x Dreams (Nile x Ever) Playlist☀️🌻

🐈‍⬛🌙ShadowTech (Ne’er x J.D) Playlist🤖👓

If you have any more questions about The Ripple Verse or anything else I’ve created, or you want to suggest a song for the playlists, go ahead and submit it in my inbox! It’s always open! (But please respect me and don’t send asks unrelated to the content I make)