#locke and lode

[verycorrectslugterraquotes]

I'm not saying he's dumb, but if he is the cavern’s hero, this town is in a lot of trouble.

Trixie about the King of Sling having to deal with Blakk goons, including Locke and Lode

[slugterra-twisted-ends]

I just thought of this... I guess cursed thought. Eli getting overwhelmed by brainrot when he gets to the Surface? Like is there for a few days and then it goes:

Trixie: "What's up my Sigma?"

Eli: "... What?"

30 seconds later:

Pronto cleaning near the photography room but then overhears:

"WHAT THE HELL IS SKIBIDI TOILEEEEEET!????????"

I'm honestly grateful I made sure that the Surface Bound AU take place at the same time as the original TV show, approx 2012. I cannot stand a lot of Gen Alpha brainrot terms ^^; (2012/Gen Z brainrot terms weren't much better, but least I could understand it XD)

So it'd be more along the lines of (and just cause I can, I will be posting a clip of Elliot Goes to School);

Trixie: "Total Bad Luck Brian mood." Eli: "Who is Brian and why does he have bad luck? Did he step on a Hexlet and get cursed?" Trixie: "No no! It's a meme! You... you guys don't have memes down there?" Eli: "Oh! A meme! No, we do have memes, just... not that." Trixie: "I have so much to teach you-" 30 seconds later: Pronto is cleaning near the photography room but then overhears: Eli: "MLG PRO SON! GET 360 NOSCOPED BRUH!" Trixie: "THAT'S THE SPIRIT ELI! TOTALLY!"

That said Elliot Goes to School clip (Elliot Goes to School: Field Trips)

[sbcdh]

Dad wasn’t a nice guy. I don’t think I need to tell you that. But don’t believe the media. I don’t think he was evil. People give him a bad rap, or, they gave him a bad rap for the wrong reasons.  They didn’t know the man like I did. 

Tell me more about that.

He loved Emmett more. Told me himself, straight as whiskey. Emmett was tall, went to Harvard business school. Helped dad out in the oil fields. Well, helped in the oil fields at first anyway. He was clever. Had a melon like a jackknife and a nose like a bloodhound for finding tar sands. I never really knew how he did it. And well, look at me. I definitely took more after dad. Short fat and bad tempered. Ha! I really took after dad. I went to Harvard too, of course. But I went for geology. Fuckin’ geology. Yeah I knew dad better than any other man on earth.

Why do you say that?

Theres a way of knowing that only happens when you need someone to notice you. You need that like the air you breathe. You know everything about them. Learn the things they like, when their moods swing round, what they want and fear and dream about. Emmett didn’t have to care about stuff like that. Emmett was a golden boy. 

He was quite skilled at finding oil wells.

You know he damn well was. Never did figure out how he did that. You know doc, now that you got me on the couch, you got me wonderin’. You reckon it was somethin’ hypno-economical? It always did seem like he could sniff out tar sands from over the damn horizon.

It is possible. I would like to talk more about you, and your relationship with your father. 

Bet you do. Emmett was the key to everything. Dad made a lot of money early on. Said he was real good at cards. Said he made money cheating loggers at table games up in Canada. Who the hell knows? Point is by the time I was born he was already speculating in land. WWI was a great time for that shit…You know… You know that reminds me. You know what my earliest memory of dad was? It was him, covered in fuckin crude from a new well. Painted head to toe like…like a doll. One of those old ones you only see in antique shops these days. He was smilin wide with big bright teeth and big bright eyes. He was shoutin to Gert about something and they were both real excited. 

That would be Gertrude Jager, your m-

Emmett’s mom. 

Yes, of course. Apologies. Please continue. 

We were outside. It was early in the morning and I could feel the sun on my back. I had this blanket Gert made me and I was holdin’ it in my little fist. Just like this. Hey doc what are you writin’ there?

Notes on our conversation. Was there any sign of his…

Ascension to the throne of the god-pharaoh? Ha. I was wondering when you’d bring that up. You know, I think it was Emmett.

Emmett?

Yeah. Well, it wasn’t nothin’ Emmett did per se. He just. Well, its a big family, lotta big personalities you know? Dad wasn’t the best about keepin a lid on his temper, but Emmett. He was a bit funny. He’d work for hours on end. I seen him spend eight whole hours out in the fields, writing in some little notebook, come home to the house, and then spend eight more hours writing at the dinner table while the help brought him hotdogs. It was the same thing every time. Hot dogs, shredded cabbage, and beer. He’d eat nothin’ but that for days on end. Then he’d get all quiet. Lock himself in his room, drink himself to sleep. 

You weren’t concerned? 

I was 15. And the family’s got a lotta big personalities. 

What changed?

It was the Wolf Basin lode. You gotta think about that for a second. One million barrels of oil, right when uncle sam is at his thirstiest. Daddy had always hobnobbed with politicians, but they were practically lining up outside the door. They were buyin’ him dinner, and he would up and tell em to take a hike! Imagine that! He would come home late at night, I never seen him happier. He tell me about all the things he said to those men. Made him happier than a pig in shit. 

The success is what changed him? 

Maybe. It weren’t just the money. It was the power. The letters he got. Official United States letterhead. Comin’ in from the governor and senators and once or twice even president Truman. Sometimes I’d see him at his desk just starin at em, not opened or nothin’. He just looked at em. That’s when he started readin’ about Egypt and whatnot. Told me he wanted to know about the old kings. Wanted to rule his domain properly. Read all sorts of things about the middle kingdom and Ptolemy and Ramses II. He’d ramble for hours if you let him. Then one day, he comes back from the Rio Grande in a homemade Nemes. 

Nemes? 

Thats the crown of the Pharaohs. He told us that. I think he made his outta old flour sacks. Said he was chosen by Aten to build a new kingdom-o-the-dead right here in Plano. 

That seems quite sudden. 

It was. It was sudden. Well- Well it was kinda sudden. I think it had somethin’ to do with Emmett. This was around when his funny moods were gettin’ bad. Real bad. He was workin’ himself to string. He weren’t eatin’ or sleepin’. Dad had politicians comin over every damn day to look at the oil fields and Emmett was like a ghost. He couldn’t work! I think dad was scared, because he knew Emmett was the key and none of it would work without him. He started wearin the Nemes more. Wore it round the house with a collar and a robe and whatnot. Started carryin’ a scepter. All that. The politicians and the media thought it was a hoot. They thought he was just bein funny. Or like it was some freemason thing. He could get a laugh back then. They just thought he was bein’ funny. 

You don’t seem to share the sentiment.

No ma’am. He’d go into these rages. They were kinda like Emmett’s but, I dunno. Different, but the same. Ranting and raving about the english language “defiling” sacred hieroglyphics, navigatin du’at, securin himself a place in the field of reeds. He even made the help carry around palm fronds to fan him with. Even bought that purple Rolls Royce so he could travel around like Cleopatra did. Said it was the color of empire. It was around then. Yeah. He wanted to tear down the western guest house, and rebuild it on the north side of the property, so he could build a temple to Aten on the western side of the property. He and Emmett got into one hell of a fight. They’d gone at it before but not like that. It did somethin’ to Emmett. He locked himself in his room, wouldn’t eat or sleep. Sure as hell couldn’t work. A month turned into two, then six. There’d be a day when it seemed like Emmett was his normal self then, well then he’d fall right back down into his mood. Then, well. 

What happened?

Some doctor said we oughta try lobotomy. You know, to fix Emmetts moods. Get him back to work. Dad jumped at it. With Emmett out of the fields he wasn’t making money half as fast as he used to. Practically dragged him to the doctors himself. Couldn’t get the pick behind his eyes fast enough the bastard. It broke him doc. Broke him ways I didn’t know a man could break. He- 

Take your time.

He wouldn’t touch the table when he ate. Thought it would shock him like the doctors shocked him. He would break down crying and screaming if you asked him any sort of question. Ask him what he wanted for dinner and he wouldn’t know, and that would scare him, and it would scare him so bad he would tear out his own hair. Sometimes he’d just go quiet. Sometimes he’d just wander around the house. Then there were the nurses. 

Nurses?

Yes Ma’am. See, dad got Emmett right back to work. But Emmett uh. Lord. He couldn’t focus. You couldn’t leave him alone for two minutes without him abusin’ himself in front of everyone. Hands down his pants, primin’ the pumps. So dad hired a bunch of fancy whores to follow him around dressed as nurses. If we had good company over, and Emmett started to get the itch, they’d just pull him into the next room like he was havin’ some kinda medical episode. 

I- really?

Hand to God doc. Tell ya the truth its nice to tell someone about it. This psychotherapy shit is pretty nice. God. I remember one day. Drivin out to the basin in dads big stupid purple Rolls. He brought me along just to take notes. I was shotgun with all the papers, dad in the drivers seat in his Nemes, Emmett in the back seat playin’ hell with the whores. We got out, miles and miles from any other living souls. I remember gettin’ to check one of the dericks. Big ol mean dinosaur lookin’ thing, high heat middle of summer. It was dad and I glarin’ up at it. I was trying to actually check the damn pumps, dad was sermonating loud n’ proud about the rays of Aten while one of the whores was tryin’ to suck off Emmett. And its like I didn’t even care. I didn’t care one bit doc. I was just tryin’ to check the sediment. 

I- Well, you’ve done very well for yourself despite everything. 

Nah. Dad was fallin’ apart. I was just there to pick up the pieces. He couldn’t handle what happened to Emmett. Its like someone cut off dad’s own legs. It unhitched him from the world. 

How so?

Well, he got convinced the Jews did it. Somehow, he got it into his head that the Jews were poisoning all the food in texas, and that uh -Jew poison- was makin’ Emmett like that. It was dad’s thought that the lobotomy woulda worked if it weren’t for the international bolsheviks. He would only ever eat food he grew on the family farm. Even turned a bit of the chemistry division of the business into that vitamin company. 

Yes, its in my notes. Vitazon. 

Vitazon! That’s the one! Said every pill had a bit o’gold in it, straight from the rays of Atem. Said it- Oh what the hell was it. Said it only worked if you… There was some funny little jingle he wrote for it. Ah hell. The point was the pills only “worked” if you ate em every meal, and that meant subscribing to the company. A whole month’s supply of Vitazon, that was all you needed to purge the Judeo-Bolshevism from your body. Buncha nonsense. Made good money though. 

I see. Did you and your father ever reconcile before he passed?

Nah. He kicked the bucket before I got my big deal with the Saudis. Good riddance. You know what the last thing he said to me was? He called me while I was on a fishing trip up in big bear. I pick up the phone, and he starts rambling about how he wanted to be mummified. He wanted a full new-kingdom funeral. He said catholics weren’t allowed because they were a “semitic people.” I had him cremated, the bastard. But Emmett technically owns the estate. I think his ashes are kept in the temple of Aten, in one of those funny jars with the animal heads. 

What about Emmett?

You know doc, I don’t really like thinkin’ about Emmett. He’s living at the old house. But he’s got proper doctors to take care of him now. I saw to that. They send me letters every few months. Apparently he’s better than he used to be. Calmer. They say he just shuffles around the house wearin’ dads old Nemes. I think it makes him happy.

[a-sad-mage]

So what do you think the bad guys reaction, (like C.C, Locke & Lode, Dr. Blakk, basically all of Blakk Industries, and the Brother’s Drake), will be to the news that Blight is Eli’s Uncle and possibly Will’s Brother? As well as the Shane Gang’s allies/friends (like Red Hook, and King of Sling, Eta.)?

[happy goblin sounds]

Reactions are mixed and completely depend on how scared the individual is of Blite to begin with.

For C.C, it's a 'N O P E'. He may have fought against the Shadow Clan that one time, led the damn charge, but that was because he had the Dark Light keeping the Clan at bay.

But Eli Shane, being related to Blite? That the Neotox Slinger is actually a Shane? HA C.C is going to go curl up in a corner and cry.

Because Eli was already a pain to deal with as is, if the kid was even a little like his uncle, and didn't have such upstanding morals, every wrong dooer would be in the infirmary with much more serious injuries. And C.C dose not want to think about what would happen to him if Blite was the Shane and not the Kid-

Locke & Lode are in a similar boat, but it's more denial, like they refuse to accept the idea that Eli is related to Blite. Or even think about the possibility of Blite being a Shane and taking up the mantle as a protecter.

The Drake Brothers are never coming back to land, and are now going to avoid getting slugged with Neotox Slugs. Look they are pirates, not much is scary to them, but getting hit with a Neotox Slug while in the water? Or getting gassed and being unable to stop the looting on one's ship? Yeah screw that.

Like I can still see Malvolio making fun of Eli, calling him 'Princess' still and messing with the young Shane because, related or not, this kid has a sense of honor. Like how most pirates have their own sense of messed-up honor.

But Blite? Ehhhhhhhhhh best not the poke that sea viper if you can help it... tho could be a useful guy to have on the crew...

The entirety of Blakk Industries is just, not having it this time.

Sure they'll do some questionable stuff. Its what hazard pay is for, and their amazing benefits! But BLITE? The guy that deliberately got physical in duels? And inflicted as much pain as possible? Nope, not touching him.

And you can bet they are keeping a distance from Eli now. Because while the kid hasn't had to physically punch someone unless he literally had to. No one wants to risk it. It's one thing to have the actions and legacy of the Shane's, especially Will Shane hanging over you. But to have Blite's as well? Gonna cause some conflicting emotions in a lot of people, especially those who where around to witness what Blite did that got him sentenced to the Cavern of Time.

Blakk is intrigued by this development. Because the Shane's were always noble, but knowing one went kinda crazy and became a low-key serial killer? That's a fun tidbit.

I see him using it against Eli even if Blite reforms. Like Blakk will say shit like;

"tisk, violent, are we? So much like Blite"

Honestly, everyone, while is shocked, is not surprised. Blite might be Will's brother. Both men were insane in their own right, and so is Eli and every other Shane. Shane Insanity, one might say, so that checks out.

As for the allies and friends;

No one's gonna be wary of Eli, because, come on, it's Eli? He's a slug loving dork who is trying his best to do good.

Sure, that are all shocked and unnerved that Blite is a Shane, and all the implications that come with that. But Eli Shane is his own person. Who hes related to shouldn't color their views that much.

However-

Get Red Hook his steal chair, he ain't just beating the crap outta Will anymore, Blite's getting smacked as well.

[wildspectre]

Random tangent incoming but one thing that always fascinated me about Saturday's character is that he doesn't seem to have a clear role in Blakk Industries.

Like C.C was a well-respected slinger so he was likely recruited to raise the general opinion of Blakk Industries, Nacho is an enforcer which I assume mostly means he scares people into giving Blakk what he wants, Twist is Blakk's apprentice, and the large group of mercenary characters Blakk recruits in the trade (which includes Locke and Lode) are most likely either there to A: raise public interest in ghouls kinda like what C.C is there for or B: to do tasks for Blakk that aren't important enough to do himself or send Nacho to do but that he can't just send one of the random unnamed guards to complete.

But Saturday's whole thing is mind control which could be useful to Blakk but Saturday seems way more interested in using that power for his own gain. After all, Blakk wouldn't have any use for the stolen big screen TVs or couch cushions from Caverna Mall

Not to mention Saturday has some lines suggesting that his role in Blakk Industries might be a bit more complicated like "Blakk may have given me the ghoul tech, but I work for no one but myself" in Dawn of the Slug or when he says "I am a business man and this is strictly business!.. although I am running a little low on ghouls Dr. Blakk." after Eli calls him another one of Blakk's minions

I'm probably thinking way too hard about this but I am curious to hear what anyone else might think about this.

This has been a certified Wildspectre rant

[zterraaya]

Context: 😆

Aya made a plan to bring the slugs for Blakk, but because of Locke and Lode, especially Lode, her plan was ruined and all the slugs they brought escaped.. But Aya will explain to Blakk that she is not the reason haha

Lol I like this meme

This is an excerpt from a chapter in my story on Wattpad soon... after the events of Slugterra: Ascension. :] 😁 💜❤

[such-familiar-distance]

Joyfuljabberwock also asked on AO3 if Marcus ever opened the locked room where Kal did his painting, and if they ever talked about it:

I thought about having them talk about it in one of the last few chapters of Such Slow Recognition, but it broke the flow of some already crowded chapters. Marcus never did open it, and from his perspective it's like the conversation early on about sleeping with Lodee--it was so far from his mind and he never even thought about it, so what's there to talk about? From Kal's perspective it's the same from the opposite direction -- he never really believed that he had the only key to the room or that he had any privacy, so why wouldn't Marcus have opened it? They both think it's so clear what happened that they don't need to talk about it. So all of Kal's stuff has just been sitting in a locked room for 5+ years at this point. I'm drafting a thing where they go back to the estate for Titus' wedding/for Kal to paint the wedding portrait, and it'll come out then for sure.

[superman86to99]

Super Titles Round-Up (May 1994)

This month: Superboy gets animated! Supergirl gets even! Steel gets that cool-ass Jon Bogdanove cover up there!

Superboy #4 (May 1994)

Superboy is pretty sick due to that pesky Clone Plague running through the Superman titles, so his friends try to cheer him up by showing him the pilot episode for Superboy: The Animated Series. The episode is about two villains called Lock 'n' Lode trying to kill Superboy's manager, Rex Leech, depicted as a handsome "philanthropist and adventurer" in the show (because he's the one who paid for it). Meanwhile, Dubbilex appears as Rex's "wacky telepathic D.N.Alien butler" and Roxy Leech as an "undulating mass of primordial slime," which neither of them appreciates.

The animated scenes are drawn by late Batman Adventures artist Mike Parobeck in that classic broad-chinned Bruce Timm style, so this issue serves as kind of a preview for the other animated-style DCU titles that would come later in the decade (I always thought it was funny that Superboy got an "animated" design before Superman himself did). Anyway, in the show, Lock 'n' Load are defeated thanks to Rex's cleverness, mastery of geometry, and flawless marksmanship, though Superboy helps too. We even get a happy ending for Roxy, as an accident in the "Super-Grotto" causes her to evolve into fungus.

Unfortunately, things are less cheerful in the real world, since the issue ends with Superboy collapsing in the kitchen and his friend Tana remarking that he's not breathing. TO BE CONTINUED!

Supergirl #4 (May 1994)

Final issue! After finding out that Lex Luthor Jr. has been playing her for a gosh-danged fool all these years, the all-new, all-edgy Supergirl goes around the world torching Lex's properties (after making sure all employees have evacuated them, because she's still a sweetheart deep down). Lex figures out what Supergirl is doing and sets an explosive trap in one of his properties that leaves her as a pool of protoplasmic goo on the ground.

But Supergirl was only playing dead, so she uses the fact that Lex thinks he killed her to surprise him at LexCorp Tower. However, once she reaches Lex's office, Supergirl finds out that the red-haired adonis she was expecting to see has been replaced with a frail bald guy in a floating wheelchair. The shock of seeing Lex like that makes Supergirl drop her guard for a moment, which is enough for him to try to kill her again. Lex crawls into his Team Luthor armor for protection, but an even-more-pissed-off Supergirl tears him out and actually throws him through a window to a certain death.

For better or worse, Superman shows up just in time to save Lex, even though he looks like he might drop dead any second anyway. Supergirl is shocked to learn that Lex wasn't lying about his sickness, especially because she would have gladly helped him if he'd just asked her instead of sneakily cloning her to try to make a cure. Supergirl morphs back into her old self as she flies away in tears.

In the epilogue, the Kents let Supergirl know she's very welcome to come live with them again, but she decides she wants to travel the world and grow as a person/sentient lump of protomatter. The miniseries ends a few months later, with Supergirl going to Paris to reunite with Lex's ex-wife Elizabeth Perske, who agrees to be her new mentor. Perske will appear in a few issues of Supergirl's solo series, but the more interesting part in this flash-forward is the mention that U.S. Congress has "passed a measure approving aid for strife-torn Metropolis." Look out for some strife in the main Superman comics, coming soon!

Steel #4 (May 1994)

Steel's evil former employers at Amertek want to get back at him for destroying their headquarters last issue, so they hit him at a place where they know he'll be: at the funeral for a kid who died during a gang fight due to their weapons. Did I mention they're evil? They send a shirtless dude hopped up on Tar, the drug that turns people into Rob Liefeld characters, to crash the funeral, and since John Henry doesn't have his armor on, he has to hit the attacker with church pews until the drug runs out. (Would have been cool if he'd built himself a new armor out of church pews on the spot.)

The attack intensifies the gang war going on in the tough streets of D.C., resulting in another little kid getting shot (an adorable boy named Paco who wanted to be a gang member when he grew up). Then, the issue ends with John's niece Natasha getting ran over by a gang member's car as she's going to the hospital to see Paco. I have a feeling this comic is trying to tell us something about gangs, but I'm not sure what it is.

Oh, yeah, this issue also features a cameo by Lois Lane: John calls her (at home, since she was just fired by the Daily Planet) to figure out what he can do with the CD full of incriminating evidence he got from Amertek's HQ. She hooks him with her college roommate, policewoman/hacker Shauna Beryl (the lady on the cover up there), who will become a recurring character in this comic.

The Ray #1 (May 1994)

In the first issue of his solo series, Ray "The Ray" Terrill takes a trip to Hawaii on the same day that a little troll creature prays to Darkseid next to a volcano, causing a giant lava monster called Brimstone to emerge (Darkseid created a previous incarnation of Brimstone during the Legends crossover). Superboy shows up to help fight Brimstone, but instead of working together, Ray spends most of the issue thinking about how much he hates this kid and calling him a cheap poser. Eventually, after Brimstone has been "defeated," Superboy has enough and punches Ray to finally get him to shut up.

By the way, this issue and the next one are supposed to take place between Superboy #3 and #4, meaning that Superboy was already seriously ill while fighting Brimstone, so I don't blame him for losing his patience with this hater. Ray then hits Superboy back with a big blast of energy and looks mighty smug for a moment... until he notices that Superboy isn't moving or breathing. Yes, that's two comics in one month that end with someone yelling that Superboy is apparently dead. Oh, and then Brimstone wakes up. TO BE CONTINUED, TOO!

Damage #1 (April 1994)

I missed this issue during the April '94 round-up (shout out to Neil in the comments for alerting me of its existence!), so here it goes. Our old pal Metallo is the main villain in the first issue of this series, which is about a wimpy kid called Grant Emerson who occasionally has bursts of explosive strength that allow him to total cars with his fists. Some mysterious villains broke Metallo out of Stryker's Island and gave him a new giant body just to send him to kill Grant at his school. The most interesting part for me is that this backstory is told in the same format as Metallo's backstory in John Byrne's Superman #1, with the green flashback panels at the end of every row.

Damage defeats Metallo, but also destroys his entire school in the process, and then other villains show up to capture him… but that has nothing to do with Superman, so it's none of our business.

NOTE: Our post about Adventures of Superman #512 went up earlier this week, check it here out if you missed it!

[tfseeds]

Dungeon AU Sketches

More recent sketches!

First off, we have Raris and Evi, Gaius's adventure companions! Raris fills the role of the party's 'thief,' able to disarm traps, open locks, and scout paths stealthily. He wields a pair of daggers in combat, preferring to wait in ambush for the opportunity to hit an enemy's weak point. He's also Evi's older brother, and is a much more serious, rational type.

Evi is a bit of a mixed-talents teammate. She uses a bow and arrows for combat, and has picked up some minor support magics to assist with healing in a pinch. Her major area of specialty is alchemy - using bits from the dungeon to craft poultices, remedies, and other tools to help their adventures. She's fascinated by the variety of beasts down there and often taking notes in a handbook during their rests.

Raris's affliction is thanks to a wooden splinter that lodes in his left hand and causes a wooden petrification to creep over his form. The struggle to sit or lie down when you can't move your arm, then your shoulder, then neck and more. But wait, there's more!

Meanwhile Evi's got got the essences of several animals insider her trying to exert their influence. Plus other run-ins with traps and enchantments.

And lastly, some sketch work working on Gaius's proportions and studying how he runs in his final form. I like working out his end form so I have a point to work from between human and wyvern. His run is largely based on big cats, with a flexible longer torso to allow his spine to 'spring' and lengthen his strides.

[ieatadoptmepets]

Part two of my favorite quotes/scenes from diary of a wimpy kid: rodrick rules <3 (divided more or less by the ad breaks hulu puts)

"Can you bring me back a cobra? I want to teach it to dance" [weird dancing] -Fregley

When Rodrick pulls up to drive Greg home from school and Ben is in the passenger seat just staring blankly with that same stupid ass mouse face

Them driving casually with Greg and Rowley thrashing around in the back

Okay this isn't a quote or scene but I want to personally thank every costume designer in charge of coming up with Rodrick's outfits. Devon Bostick is a blessing to this earth (I sound like one of those kinda fans who call grown men pookie and babygirl but who cares) and he looks good in everything not to mention that everything they choose is absolutely peak character design that fits rodrick perfectly not to mention the subtle characterization it gives and adds to his personality

"Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy-" -Rowley

Every time where Mr. Jefferson takes Rowley home from Greg's house and says nothing

The compilation of Greg's malicious compliance of being honest: "I'm sorry Mrs. Gillman, but my mom isn't *in* the house right now"

Frank aggressively wiping the chocolate off Greg's pants

When Rodrick pulls off his mom's skirt off of Greg and the little girl yells that he shit his pants because I love her voice and her pronunciation of it

The entire church scene because Rodrick is hot as fuck (thank u costume designers<3)

The compilation of Susan going through seven stages of grief over that incident cause she's so real for that

Rodrick's party outfit with the brown jacket 🤤

"Keep quiet or I'll lock you in the dryer" [mocking Greg] "gReEeG" -Rodrick

"Whatever you thought, I already thinked it" -Rodrick

Rodrick freaking out comically over his mom calling

Greg joining the call and that whole fiasco

I also realized that Rodrick must've put on eyeliner after he locked Greg in the basement and he's so real for that. There's that one fic where Greg is trans but no one talks about how clearly closeted Rodrick is

Manny jumping on the bed with a defeated Frank in the background of the phone call

"I mean not really" -Rodrick, talking to a girl at the parry I mean he says it so weirdly I love it

"Yeah, yeah, I know" -Rodrick, right after the girl leaves because I don't just like any dark aesthetic characters that are so deep in the closet because of the writers, they have to be a little pathetic and embarrassing too

Every party scene with Ben or loded diaper cause they're so fucking stupid I NEED THEM

The party photos, especially of Rodrick cause duh

[verycorrectslugterraquotes]

That time when Lode forgot to cut a door hole, and he and Locke are trapped in a room:

Locke: Lode.

Lode: What?

Locke: Where's the door hole?

Lode: It goes right there. See? I drew it with the magic marker.

Locke: You were supposed to cut it out with the power saw.

Lode: Dude, I'm gonna.

Locke: Oh, really?

Lode: Yes!

Locke: So, go get the power saw.

Lode: Okay, I will.

[Lode runs into the wall, realizing he can't get out]

Lode: I see the problem.

Locke: OH, DO YA?

[slugterra-twisted-ends]

Surface Bound Ask Desk

Welcome to our wonderful town, Darefield! And the most prestigious school in the county, Darefield High School. If you have any questions, perhaps our lovely staff and student body can help provide answers. If not them, perhaps our other town-residents can provide answers.

Darefield High;

Principal Thaddeus Blakk

Ex Principal Viggo Dare

Vice Principals Maurice Andrade and Diablos Nachos, Ex Vice Principal Will Shane

Admin Staff Janice Lewis (also the BearTech CEO), Ex Admin Staff Jane Doe Blakk

School Based Officer Millard Miller

Maintenance Workers Welder Walter and Lil Stevie

Janitor Pronto Geronimole

Lunch Staff Boss Ember, Munch, Straggus and Mongo

School Nurse Mira Serene

Teachers Lucas Bravado, Quill Wright, Gar Revelle, C.C Pitcher, Tobias Sims, Katherine McGregor, Quintin Kowalski, Kord Zane, Redhook, Katrina Drake, Darius Yorman, Locke McHaw, Lode McHaw, Mr Saturday, King (of Sling!), Sedo Garcia, Mario Bravado, Judge Logan

Libarian Shanai

Bootcamp Coordinator Sargent Slug

9th Graders Tad Blakk, Sally, Dandelion Redwall

10th Graders Eli Shane, Beatrice 'Trixie' Sting, Tristan 'Twist' Spencer

11th Graders Jacob 'Trip' Lewis, Billy, Shorty

12th Graders Brodie, Glasses, Desdemona, Croesus

Darefield Townsfolk

Police Chief Coop

Police Officer Tom Por

Roman 'Twist Sr' Spencer

Howard and Syliva, Twist's adoptive parents

Mafia Boss Ivor Lewis

Doctor Nathaniel Serene

Woods Ranger Marie Serene

Mechanic Grendel and the rest of the Shock n Rollers Auto

Leader of the Seadogs Gang, Malvolio Drake

Treasurer of the Seadogs Gang, Mr. Watts

Leader of the Gold Looters Gang, Brutale Drake

Town lunatic Blite

Gameshow host; the Game Master

Famed explorer Andre Geyser

Local hunter, Gerhard Stocker

Nascar Racer Vance Bolt

Hollywood Star Max Jackson

Sports Coach Primo Presto

Big City Brutes Football Players Thrasher, Sid the Kid, Rubin Evren and Rookie Waylon

News Casters Blast Vanderhuge and Bob Johnson

Dorium University Owner Dorium

Dorium University Professor Bartholomew

Dorium University students Dana Por, Flame, Frost, Shockwire, Fav Powers, Marcus Powers and Gabe Powers

Convenience Store Owner Sprinks

Elementary School Teacher Trina (Trini's mom!)

4th Grader Trini

Darefield Mayor Indra

Citizens Jacques, Bryce Estavan

BearTech Guards Behemoth and John Bull

Jimmo Shane, the ex-defender of Slugterra

Meng Yao Shane [REDACTED]

Shadow Priest Tullius, Shadow Chief Demetrius, Slug Healer Guardian Thrasos and the rest of the Shadow Clan

Brimstone and the Dark Bane...?

In an exchange program, Darefield High was able to welcome a Chinese-English Language Class with the help of Peach Blossom Hill High

Peach Blossom Hill High:

Principal Emperor Qin Shi Huang

Vice Principal Lian Dai Fu

Maintance Workers Morv and Oogebly

Janitor Orion Burrows

Teachers Junjie Yang, Drucilla Hou, Old Man Hou, Swick Leung, Holt Whyte, Jonny Mann, Sleade, Yarry, Hamangku Du, Flower Lin, Scar Chai, Tiger Jin, Celestia Starsworn

6th Grader Symothy

7th Grader Hoshi

Locals of Peach Blossom High

Bartender Nathan

Local Cryptid the Pyritor

Have fun asking away with this fun AU!

[boyakishantrinity]

Based off Mr frosty the snowman's comment. Read below to decide if this is worth restarting the damn story line around Slugterra with magic and stuff.

“I’m going to start with a very simple question.”

His engine roared, motorbike speeding it’s way across the caverns, Trix scowling as they sped towards the twins. Dumber of the pair shouting back as they chased him.

“LODE!!”

She dragged the blade behind her. Red curled hair boiling back as she strode forward. Anger in her eyes as she strode towards the man, grey skin, body strengthened in the darkness. Burning red eyes meeting demonic yellow.

“Under who’s fucking orders-”

Speeding away, shouting back at his stupid brother. Blakk was gone. Their lives gone, Ma shot dead with whatever That was chasing behind, a strange mechabeast driving towards him. Black bodied helmet, leather clothes, a strange blaster that seemed to shoot slugs of metal and death. Arm bleeding as he continue to ride.

“STOP CHASING ME YA NUB!!!”

Yelping, loud shots ringing behind him, ducking his head as the woman oddly cursed in that weird easterner’s tongue.

Chinese. Something like that, cursing loudly as she sped past the Shane. This new program of Eli’s, it’d been trouble after trouble. Days spent coupled, protecting the caverns had clearly awakened something, turning the criminals into a police force that would have worked with the Shanes to keep the peace. Earn glory and gold through generally legal means. A mad pitch, but the first Shane to defeat several world ending disasters was something nobody could truly dare argue against.

And now? Well, she’d blown her way in, lightning crackling as she shot down an illegal dealing.

My head still ached from whatever impact that weird crystal that’d vanished into nothing she’d thrown to the floor. Revving engines, Eli calling behind me.

“GRA-”

“YEAH YEA-”

She’d managed to shout back, sparks of lightning erupting as whatever weapon she had. A ‘gun’ or pistol, or whatever it was. It didn’t use slugs, Beatrice didn’t hear most of what Eli had said, most of anything didn’t make sense. Sure, they’d saved the world over a period of years. And then a few months. But this had only been a day. Pounding against her skull, body pushing back before she could half hear something.

“OH FUCK ME.”

English. For the first time since she’d arrived, eyes growing wide. Strange woman’s robotised voice cutting through as she dropped the gun to her bike’s side. Popping a wheely, lightning sparking out of the vehicles engine as storm clouds gathered above.

“…”

And now she stood, frozen in place. Head turning to the massive expanse of black stone, the courtyard of the underground holding cell. The coupled up cave system in this small corner of Hell, court standing a few metres aside as she turned to the entrenched fort leader.

“What the HELL did you do?”

Bravado long gone. Birthright in her eyes, the man smirking, snarling as blood rain erupted over one half of the twin.

“What our kind has alway done.”

He replied. The woman shook her head. Releasing her anger, flames erupting at her fingers as she drew her blade back.

“And I’ve long explained that belief is what caused us to fall.”

Locke managed to force his brother to stop, woman loudly cursing as she gripped the encased stone item.

“JESUS FUCKING- OH SHUT THE FUCK- EMARCHINA- CUNT!!!”

And evidently. Whatever it was she tried to do, wasn’t working.

“GUYS…”

The stranger’s bike floated up, item cracking. Red shards expanding into what looked like a circle, my heart sank. Stomach swallowing as Locke stammered out.

“I- That-”

“GO HOME.”

Snarling through her teeth, glaring at the bandit as his thicker headed brother slapped his head.

“I TOLD YOU WE SHOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN THE JOB!”

“H- HEY!”

And then they turned, my head shifted back. I’d seen this only a few times, body tugged back. Letting out a gasp as he managed to mouth out an instruction. Not like I needed one, trees started to uproot themselves, thunder booming as an ancient voice roared out in… French??

Accent cutting through, cursing as flames erupted across and then…

For reference read the following.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52655824/chapters/133190566

[a-sad-mage]

SHANE GANG BLAKK INDUSTRIES - HEADCANNONS #3 : Uh, this is a Wendy's? [Edition]

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☆ Part 1 ☆ Part 2

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There is a group chat for all the highered Slingers. And no, it is in no way professional.

Everyone has stupid Users and the chat name changes at least five times a day on average.

There is a group chat for the regular day to day workers, but it's far more casual and general updates.

Twist is an annoying little shit.

^Constant bragging about being 'Blakk's apprentice'

C.C. loves to rub it in Twist's face Blakk picked him for the mission in 'Lightwell'

Everyone dogs on Saturday for falling for Eli's bluff in 'Mission Improbable'

Saturday retaliates by hypnotizing them for a while until Blakk tells him to stop.

Everyone loves Maurice

I don't care Maurice is the best and everyone(Blakk included) would kill for the man

Maurice is the only one able to even be able to talk some level of sense into Blakk

It is no secret that our of everyone in Blakk Industries, Blakk trusts Maurice the most, seeing as how Blakk is actually nice to him(though its probably because they have known each other for years)

Locke and Lode are actually smarter than people give them credit for, they just just bicker so much that they tend to forget what's going on around them.

Blakk, is a feminist, interpret that as you will

When Sedo approached Blakk to work for him, he promised that once he became King of Molemound Blakk could do whatever he wanted.

Twist sometimes has, regrets, about working for Blakk but then remembers how he used to live

^he sometimes has dream about what life would have been like if he hadn't double crossed the Shane Gang

There had been, hundreds of jokes in regards to El Diablos Nacho and his name

none are said in ear shot because no one wants to die :)

Quintin drank way to much coffee and had so little sleep while developing the Titan Tanks

Blakk Industries is surprisingly inclusive for a company run by an eco terrorist

Billy and the rest of the Hooligang are annoying little shits, but in the endearing way

Billy and Twist hate each other

NO ONE TRUSTED THE DARK BANE NOT EVEN BLAKK HIMSELF

A lot of the staff are huge SlugBall fans

So when Primo Presto started on the pay roll they were psyched because they could get SlugBall tickets for an even cheepier price

^Blakk Industries sells tickets for various events at a reduced price to its employees to help with moral (for the record, this is a legit thing companies can do, my mom's company dose it)

say what you will, the cafeteria serves good food

Not everyone working there agrees with the Ghouling but some people just really need the money

Since Eli Shane happened, there have been prank calls coming in

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"Blakk Industries, Bringing you Tomorrow's Yesterday Today, My name is Steve, how can I help you?"

"So you sell Ligma?"

"... Ligma? whats Ligma I-"

"LIGMA BALLS" [hangs up]

"... what the fu-"

☆

"Blakk Industries, Bringing you Tomorrow's Yesterday Today, My name is Camron, how can I help you?"

[Caller starts trauma dumping]

"... uh... this is a corporate manufacturing company-"

☆

"Blakk Industries, Bringing you Tomorrow's Yesterday Today, My name is Aaron, how can I help you?"

[Caller proceeds to spend four and a half hours on the phone, making a custom order for like 1000+ gold Mecha]

"Alright sir, is that everything?"

"yup"

"perfect! be for I submit your request, as per Blakk Industries policy-"

"wait- Blakk Industries? I thought I was talking to someone form the Beast Forge! agh! never mind-"[hangs up]

"... SO I DID ALL THAT FOR NOTHING!?!? @#%$!"

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No one is paid enough to deal with it lmao

They host parties ranging form birthday parties for employees to grand gala's

^Clearly inspired by the Blakk Gala community event

There was a debate on weather or not to fish Blite out of the Cavern of Time

It was ultimately a no

Darius (the guy posing as the head of the Beast Forge that one ep) knows nothing about Mecha Beast's

Blakk attempted to bribe Judge Logan once before Blakk Industries really took off, Blakk ended up working hard labour for six months until Maurice came to get him

Twist is actually friends with an Arachnoid, don't ask how, it just happened.

Viggo Dare did try to get his 'gang' back from Blakk once.

Viggo Dare was never seen leaving Blakk's office.

[troyonhudson]

Trumpian hypocrisy

Opinion

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By Jill Filipovic

Ms. Filipovic is a journalist, a lawyer and an author.

By now, you’ve heard the story: several of President Trump’s top national security officials used a publicly available nongovernmental messaging app to make plans to bombard Yemen, accidentally added the editor in chief of The Atlantic magazine to the group chat and proceeded to share information that seems, to put it mildly, highly sensitive.

Some of the chat’s messages were set to auto-delete in what seems to be a violation of federal records-keeping laws. Watching the saga unfold has been an exercise in shock compounding shock. By the end, it’s hard to figure out what to be most disgusted by: The recklessness? The incompetence? The danger? The use of prayer emojis before weapons were launched?

Add to the list: The mother lode of hypocrisy. After the Trump administration denied that any classified material was shared in the group chat, The Atlantic published the conversation nearly in full, redacting only the name of a C.I.A. employee. If the story was bad before, it’s now worse. And one thing is clear: In Trumpworld, the rules often — maddeningly — seem to apply only to other people.

The obvious comparison here, already made on repeat, is the Great Hillary Clinton Email Scandal of 2016 (“but her emails!”). As secretary of state, Mrs. Clinton ran some of her emails through a personal server, a violation of protocol and a security risk, although one that the State Department later said was minimal. (“There was no persuasive evidence of systemic, deliberate mishandling of classified information,” was the ultimate conclusion from the State Department’s Bureau of Diplomatic Security after a three-year investigation.)

Still, the Clinton email story stretched on for well over a year, dominating prime-time cable news segments and newspaper front pages across the nation, including this one. Just days before the 2016 election, the F.B.I. director at the time, James Comey, announced that his agency was reopening an investigation into Mrs. Clinton’s emails — and that story again ran on front pages nationwide. The email scandal may have been why Mrs. Clinton lost.

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Republicans chanted “Lock Her Up!” and carried signs saying so at their party’s 2016 convention. Pam Bondi, then the attorney general of Florida and now the attorney general of the United States, took the convention stage and said that Mrs. Clinton “believes the laws don’t apply to her” and “deserves no security clearance.” As the crowd broke into their favorite chant, Ms. Bondi joined in. “Lock her up,” she said. “I love that.”

“Everyone knows what ‘top secret’ means,” Pete Hegseth said on Fox News about Mrs. Clinton and her emails. The comment now seems both terrifying and hilarious, given that Mr. Hegseth sent details of attack times to the group chat that included The Atlantic editor.

One problem with Mrs. Clinton’s email server, Stephen Miller tweeted in 2022, is that “foreign adversaries could easily hack classified ops & intel in real time from other side of the globe.” Mr. Miller is right on that: Foreign adversaries certainly are looking to hack into the communications of America’s leaders. Adding a journalist to a private war-planning group chat is a spectacular error. The problem is less the journalist, however, and more the mere existence of a war-planning group chat.

Generally, a screw-up of this magnitude comes with consequences. When the Securities and Exchange Commission found that several bank employees used Signal and other messaging apps that didn’t preserve their communications, as legally required, it fined those banks more than $2.5 billion collectively. Banks are required to “maintain and preserve” communications by their employees. The office of the president is encouraged to do the same.

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Mr. Trump and the mostly men he has appointed to office often behave as if rules do not apply to them. That has been part of his appeal. Mr. Trump absconded with boxes of classified documents after his first term. He faced accusations of sexual harassment and some of abuse and was even found liable in civil court for one of the abuse allegations — only to be elected to a second term, thanks in part to male voters. After running on a platform of getting tough on crime, he spent his first days in office pardoning various supporters and lackeys for a host of crimes they committed, including violent ones.

The Trump administration is a group for which hypocrisy is well honed and projection practically an art form. The president’s opposition to diversity, equity and inclusion efforts has been a cornerstone of his second term, because, he says, it results in unqualified people being hired and promoted simply on the basis of their identities. His current cabinet is among the whitest and most male of the past several decades; it is also the collectively least qualified in the modern era. Elon Musk, the unelected mega-billionaire Mr. Trump charged with weeding out government inefficiency, has fired thousands of government workers despite having no experience in government himself; he has virtually no relevant qualifications for his job, even as he tells federal workers they’re unfit for theirs.

There is a “heads I win, tails you lose” quality to all of this. When Mr. Trump ran against Mrs. Clinton, he promised to drain the swamp and take on the “deep state” he said protected her and targeted him. Once in office, he behaved abhorrently, flouting ethics rules, blurting out classified information and recently pausing the enforcement of a law that had barred American companies from bribing foreign officials. The supposedly unclassified messages in the Signal chat, now published in The Atlantic, include internal deliberations over whether to strike in Yemen or wait, as well as specific times of what were meant to be surprise attacks — the kinds of things that, if leaked in advance, could put American forces in serious jeopardy and, one imagines, possibly land the leaker in prison.

And yet even after this dramatic breach, the Trump team’s story is that no wrongdoing occurred, and that the creatures of the swamp are again conspiring against Mr. Trump and the people he represents. The common theme here is that someone else is always at fault: Either that someone else is committing a crime or, in arguing that others may have done so, is using lawfare and fake news to undermine the real good guys. Innocence isn’t based on the facts, but on who is being accused. The one unbreakable rule seems to be that Mr. Trump is always innocent.

Pointing to the umpteenth hypocrisy seems vanishingly unlikely to finally break Mr. Trump’s spell over the Republican Party or make his most loyal supporters question their devotion. But most regular Americans really don’t like hypocrisy, especially when the stakes are as high as they are here. Even if it changes nothing, it is always worth countering duplicity with truth. And it is always worth demanding integrity from our leaders — even, and perhaps especially, from the serial hypocrites.

[ideyalabsllp]

Blockchain Integrity Guaranteed: The Role of Software Testing and QA Services in Smart Contract Security

Blockchain is a bedrock of trust. A smart contract carves a deal in stone, a transaction sets it firm, and data locks it tight—no clerks, no cracks. For businesses, it’s a granite slab of efficiency and reliability, slicing through the old red tape. But that bedrock can quake: a smart contract bug can split it open, and a data flaw can erode its base. For QA Managers, Project Managers, and decision-makers, the charge is steep—build a blockchain that’s a monolith, not a mess. That’s where software testing and QA services dig in, guaranteeing integrity with smart contract security at the heart.

This isn’t about a shallow scrape or a blind shove to launch. It’s about bedrock-deep rigor—testing every vein, shoring every fault, and delivering a blockchain that stands unyielding. Let’s quarry how software testing and QA services anchor blockchain’s strength, from smart contracts to data seals, and why they’re your drill for a steadfast system.

The Blockchain Integrity Seam

Blockchain’s a mountain—over $3.6 trillion in transactions in 2024, with 4.4 billion users standing on its ridge. But it’s a mountain under blast: cyber digs clawed $2.8 billion last year, and a shaky app can slide fast. Smart contracts are chiseled once cut, and data’s only solid if it’s sound. For QA Managers, it’s a core-or-crumble hunt; for Project Managers, it’s a tight bore to hit; for decision-makers, it’s a strength-or-shatter play.

Software testing and QA services mine the vein. They bring a driller’s force and a geologist’s eye, ensuring your blockchain doesn’t shift. Here’s how they strike the seam.

Smart Contracts: Chiseling the Core

Smart contracts are blockchain’s strata—self-running slabs that carve trades, leases, or payouts, no middlemen needed. But their fix is their fracture: a crack, like the 2021 EasyFi hack that lost $59 million, stays split.

Software testing and QA services chisel it solid. They drill every layer—does it lock right? Pay true? They blast faults—overflow drills, loop snags—to test the grain. For blockchain developers, it’s a core sample, catching soft spots or slick slips like gas limit scams, where a thief could skim the edge. QA carves smart contracts into bedrock—firm, secure, and fixed.

Consensus Mechanisms: Shoring the Stratum

Blockchain’s strength beds on consensus—nodes syncing to keep the slab level, whether by Proof of Stake or a leaner cut. A shift—like a node slip or a chain shear—can tilt the load or split the seam.

Software testing and QA services shore it steady. They hurl shocks—signal drops, load blasts—to test the bind. They push depth: can it bed 110,000 trades a tick without a shudder? For QA Managers, it’s about truing the stratum—keeping every node in plane. Project Managers get a solid strike—no shifts, just smooth sets. It’s a base that doesn’t budge.

Data Encryption and Access Control: Sealing the Vein

Blockchain’s data is its ore—unbreakable once fused, but loose until it’s locked. Encryption seals it; access control guards it. A fault—like a key slip or a thin seam—can vein it out, as the 2022 Beanstalk hack ($182 million gone) dug deep.

Software testing and QA services seal it shut. They bore ciphers—think SHA-3 or X25519—with hard strikes, chasing cracks or key spills. They test locks: Can a user drill it? Does a vein give? For security engineers, it’s a bedrock test—every seam’s fused, every guard’s set. The yield? Data that’s not just hard but hewn—integrity you can quarry.

Industry Insights: QA’s Blockchain Depth

Blockchain’s lode is spreading, and QA’s drilling the shaft. Energy trading’s rising—think watts on chain—and software testing and QA services test these for slips or shifts. Hybrid chains are bedding in, like public-private mixes for speed; QA keeps them firm and fast.

Regulators are sinking shafts too. With India’s RBI (Reserve Bank of India) eyeing crypto rules, compliance is a drill bit—QA stitches in checks for proof, keeping you mined and mighty. For decision-makers, it’s a core map—and a chance to strike rich.

Why QA Consulting Hits the Lode

In-house QA can chip, but software testing and QA services from pros strike the vein. They’ve got no dev dust, so flaws loom large. They bring deep rigs—load borers, hack picks—that outdig the shallow stuff. And they match your strike, scaling up for a haul or down for a tap.

For QA Managers, it’s less rubble, more rock. For Project Managers, it’s a tighter cut—fewer faults, faster yields. For decision-makers, it’s a bedrock win—solid apps keep the claim, tight ones dodge cave-ins. It’s assurance with a core.

Conclusion: Mine Your Blockchain Strength

Blockchain’s integrity isn’t a loose pebble—it’s a lode. Smart contracts and data protection are the seams, and software testing and QA services quarry them true. QA Managers, Project Managers, and decision-makers can tap this depth to build blockchain systems that don’t just hold—they heave.

Don’t let a fault fracture your slab. Dig it with QA expertise today and lock in a blockchain that’s secure, steady, and strong. The vein’s hot—strike it now. Contact a QA pro and anchor your blockchain’s future.