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[nobunsonpesach]

And finally our red boy Maggy! If he was adopted by Khorn >:3

Honestly I didn’t even try to write something as meaningful as with the other swapped Primarchs, because come on, Khorn isn’t the one to give long heartwarming speeches about how you will feel so good and at home when you join him.

But when he speaks to you - you listen. Especially if your home planet is fucking *burning*. Especially if you TRIED, you really TRIED being loyal, and nice, and understanding, and did the best you could - and everything just goes to shit, and everything you’ve ever loved, or thought you had, is turning to ash before your eyes - oh, you *will* listen. And you will agree to whatever he has to say.

Tbh now I think that the last two pieces (with Magnus and Angron) turned out a lot more detailed and fancy that the first two so I think I’ll make an updated version of Morty and Fulgrim too hehe)

And bonus, because this fits so well lmao

[gotchibam]

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[charlietheepicwriter7]

Percy was left as the long guard of the creek boarder. One week into camp, barely any weapons training, and he was given the important job of stopping Red Team from crossing the boarder.

Something was off.

Studying the tree line, Percy discarded his shield - heavy, burdensome thing, it was more likely to get Percy killed than protect him - only to hear the sharp snap of a dead branch. He whirled towards the noise, back to the stream and hand on the pommel of his sword.

Someone was watching him.

But who? Percy's thoughts raced. He had very few allies here at camp; Grover, Luke (but he was going after the flag despite a loud argument with Annabeth that he overheard), maybe some of the other Hermes cabin kids? But he had made far more enemies than allies so far-

Unless... his eyes turned upward as he searched for a sign of an owl.

Percy always had weird dreams. Dreams of a breathtakingly sad woman he called Mother, a dark man in red he called Father, and a woman in armor who taught him to fight. For a long time, the dreams were vague, like he was peering through morning fog off the ocean. Then he reached camp, and the dreams were clear. He could see his Mother's face now, and dreamed about her chatting with his mom in the after life. He knew his Father's love, a father who'd been lost at sea for years before finally coming home. He knew his friend's name.

Athena.

There were no birds in the branches, nor any feathers on the ground. But he wasn't alone, because he could still hear the soft swish of fabric against fabric. Percy tightened his grip. "Show yourself," he demanded. The noise of the forest faded in his mind as Percy tried to triangulate the sound. "I know you're watching me. Show yourself!" A sharp gasp, quickly muffled. Percy glared in that direction. "I can see you..."

"What!?" Abruptly, Annabeth appeared. It wasn't like she jumped out of the trees, or a bush, but she literally wasn't there one second, and was there the next. Annabeth stormed over to Percy, scowling. "What do you mean, you can see me!? How did you do that?"

Percy stared back at her blankly, then snorted. "I was lying, and you fell for it." He held back from laughing in her face, but just barely. She wasn't his friend, but when she was angry like this, her eyes looked just like...

Annabeth reared back, a ruddy flush blooming over her cheeks and down her neck. "Well, good job! Liar." She sneered, slapping her baseball cap in her hand. "You're supposed to be guarding. What were you even doing, looking for me?"

"I wasn't looking for you- Actually, why are you here? I thought you'd be too busy micromanaging your plan to win-" Percy stopped, thought, and reassessed, coming to an unfortunate yet obvious conclusion. "...That's exactly what you're doing. I'm the plan. You're using me as bait." No wonder Luke was so mad!

Annabeth crossed her arms. "I am not!"

"You want those Ares kids to focus on kicking my butt instead of capturing our flag! You're practically sacrificing me!"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, you're being dramatic. I'm not going to let them hurt you."

"You're not the one they want to kill!" Percy snapped.

Through the brush on the other side of the stream, five Ares kids, led by the big bully herself, Clarisse, crashed into their argument. Clarisse's ringing "Cream the punk!" signalling of his and Annabeth's very unfortunate team up.

[luckthebard]

Fun things to randomly remember: that years after it actually happened, Travis revealed that the Dallas Cowboys actually got really mad at Critical Role for the ad bit where wearing Cowboys gear caused Sam’s heart to explode.

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

Diabolik Lovers More Character Song SKiT Dolce Character Message Cards

EDIT: The cards have all been translated by the wonderful @otomehonyaku ♡〜٩( ˃▿˂ )۶〜♡. You can find the translations for the M bros here, and the S bros here!

Do NOT repost the scans anywhere!

[transkingcobra]

Halsin being the only person to actually listen to Durge and believe that something is wrong is both heartbreaking for the isolation from the rest of the group and comforting that at least one person cares from the start.

They have nothing of themself, but they have one person that will listen.

[hanzajesthanza]

one thing about cahir is that he does not run away from shit. even when he really really should. he is brave and noble to the point of idiocy. isengrim was like ok i am taking you back to nilfgaard to probably be executed for treason and cahir was like “ok” and didn’t even fight back and let them tie him up and put him in a box because he knew he fucked up again and that was the consequence. i’m not calling him a bootlicker because he literally rebels against mentioned evil empire and fights them on the battlefield, but there is something funny about him entirely accepting evil and unfair authority even when it means his demise. he loses the deal he’s made with emhyr like “ok. you can break me on the wheel now. because i failed.” it wouldn’t be honorable to chicken out of his fate, so he won’t run. because he doesn’t want to. it’s all about honor with this guy. i mean regis barely asks milva who is this man, and cahir interjects to straight up tells regis his entire full name. even though that’s sensitive information and he is literally on the imperial wanted list at the moment. like no one fucking asked dude. cahir is literally the kind of guy to respond to a lukewarm online comment with his full name and address (which btw is in vicovaro). because he wears his honor and his name like a badge. he could have stfu as geralt accused and berated him, but instead he defends his honor by fistfighting a witcher (an injured and disabled witcher, but still a witcher who he has witnessed fight and kill coldly and calmly with superhuman agility and speed). and finally, we all know how he met bonhart. like no fuck you it’s my destiny to die by your blade. cahir was just comfortable with speedrunning death. i love how fascinating he is as this deconstruction of chivalry and knightly masculinity.

because sapkowski also tangles with this idea of “the knight” in the hussite trilogy and he also talks about it in historia i fantastyka and świat króla artura (a little bit) about how historical knights were essentially bandits sanctioned by law, and the romance and chivalry was a literary invention, and cahir gets to do both, because he’s just combining these elements of the modern, real world and fairytale. but unlike everyone else, who goes from fairytale to real—although cahir is set up as the black knight and this Evil Guy Hunting Innocent Princess, which is very fairytale—cahir goes from real to fairytale, because the invasion of cintra is so very real, and cahir’s journey is to leave behind this reality of violent knighthood, to become a kind of virtuous literary knight instead.

because i love how his persistance and determination in his pursuit of ciri, which is initially set up as evil and villainous, becomes part of his honor. because it’s his persistance to follow her down as he was tasked with as the black knight, which transforms into the noble pursuit of her as in a rescue as a truely knightly endeavor. which is just as powerful and insane as the darksided version of it. geralt tells him to fuck off multiple times and he even gets jumped and he still pursues geralt’s company because the only thing that matters is to find ciri. and i feel like he had even more persistence when seeking her for good, rather than when he was working for evil. maybe because this time it was personal and not a punchclock motivation. and that noble calling to find ciri held out even when geralt’s fatherly devotion lost hope. in tower of the swallow, he wouldn’t believe in her death even when he sensed it as much as geralt did. because that’s the same overconfident youth we saw in blood of elves, smirking when emhyr discussed this second chance with him. like no i don’t care what anyone says, even my own premonitions or the emperor i serve. we are gonna find this fucking girl—

like just really a masterclass in how to take a character from villain to hero, keeping his same motivations and obsessions and self-image, and at the same time make it relevant thematically with the whole story, setting, and historical and literary connections that have already been established.

[vaguely-concerned]

just for fun this time during 'sea of blood' I counted out all the venatori corpses I think we can be pretty sure were lucanis' handiwork before we show up (not including the ones he kills in his initial cutscene, and with an assumption that he's been at work mainly up and down in the areas we move through until we find him, not behind the locked door -- I think that's mostly the work of rampaging undead and other venatori-hoisted-by-their-own-petard suchlikes). can thus happily inform you lucanis has killed at least 32 venatori before rook and company get there. at least one of them he's impaled on their own weird crystal spike things the venatori mages cast as an AOE attack and that they're trying to keep him contained with when we find him. so he's clearly been keeping busy lol. that's my boy dispensing poetic justice and claiming some enrichment in his enclosure while he's at it good for him!

[meirimerens]

happy summer solstice to everyone celebrating let's avoid a heatstroke today

[thevalicemultiverse]

Hey guys! I have an amazing game we can play! It's called...

Never. Have. I. EVER!

I even made a little board game of it instead of using our fingers. If you already know the rules, here's just a small reminder. If you haven't done the thing the person says, you move forward, if you have, you stay back. And please be specific, I don't want any confusion going on.

Cuddlepile

Victor: I -- I've actually never played this game, with a board or fingers.

Alice: Neither have I -- comes of missing out on your normal teen years, I presume.

Smiler: I have! Don't worry, it's really easy -- the usual way you play it is that you hold up both of your hands with fingers spread, and everyone takes a turn saying something they've never done. Everyone who has done the thing has to tuck in a finger, and the game keeps going until there's only one person left with any fingers out.

Alice: Oh, all right, that's easy enough. And it sounds like in the board game version, you get to move forward a space if you haven't done the thing, and whoever reaches the end is the winner?

Smiler: That's what I got out of it! [glances at Toonsisters for confirmation]

[stubz]

"You said you'd be better after the Tri-Eclipse festival, when we all come back from vacation."

"Yeah that's right."

"Will you promise me that you'll run with me when we get back?"

"...I'll do my best. Yeah. I'll do my best buddy."

.

"Max when we get back after the holidays will you run with me?"

"Yeah. I'll start training, practice running."

"Oh yeah, cause it's been a long time since you ran."

"Yeah...almost 2 months...wow."

..

"Got any plans for the 2 weeks we get off?"

"Yeah I'm gonna train."

"Train for what?"

"Running. I told the kids I'd run with them when we get back."

"Aww that's cute. But yeah you need to test things out right? Start off slow so as to not overdue it when you play with them again."

"Yeah...wanna hear something funny?"

"Sure."

"I, I miss running. I know I said I hate running and that I only ran with the kids because it's good exercise but...I miss it." he puts down his fork. Staring at his plate of food from the ship's cafeteria. He continues.

"I had a dream last night. I was on Earth, in a field of tall grass and flowers, it was summer. The sun was shining, a beautiful warmth on my skin, with a cool gentle breeze on my skin. I was barefoot. I could run and I ran for miles. I ran even after my lungs were on fire, even when the sun went down...I miss running."

"Mmm"

...

Going on field trip. Yanosh came early so we took the noon shuttle. Come as soon as you can. Shuttle A-11.

'I didn't know we had a field trip today.' he thought after reading the text Kim sent.

He grabbed his hoodie and the other emergency bag and made his way to the shuttles. Luckily the A-11 was an express and he would be wherever it was going in 20 minutes.

12 minutes into the ride he noticed that they were approaching Earth.

....

Turn left in 200 meters...You have reached your destination.

"...ha haha hahahahaha! Are you guys serious?!"

"Surprise Max!!"

In front of the young man was his class of youngling alien children (with a handful of humans ones), co-worker and friend. Standing in a field of tall grass and flowers. Yanosh and Kim held a banner saying congratulations.

"I know you've been training in the gym but I thought you'd want your first real run to be somewhere...special."

He scooped his friend into a hug. Then pulled in the children until they were all sent crashing down into a pile full of laughter and giggles.

"You ready?"

"Yeah, yeah definitely!"

"READY KIDS?!"

"YEAH!"

"LET'S GOOO!"

And for the first time in 2 months human Max ran. Past the slowest ones first. He tried to pat every one of them on the head as he flew bye. Broke through the pack of the average runners. A laugh trailed behind him. One by one surpassed the faster one's. His unused lungs somehow allowing him to whoop in-between pants.

He raced every child. Played every game he could not play before. Carried those who longed to be carried again. He ran despite the burning in his lungs and the sweat in his eyes. He ran through the pain in his feet and the exhaustion in his body until he collapsed.

Laying there in the dirt surrounded by the children and his friend he smiled. And he wore that smile in his sleep on the way back to the centre.

[p1nkc4lyps0]

i aint one for drinking but im missing dsmp like a motherfucker

[rustedleopard]

Going insane thinking about my headcanons for how Ceroba and Starlo met and became best friends.

I hc that they met in kindergarten and Ceroba had initially started off by bullying Starlo because she was perpetuating the cruelty that her parents had taught her. Ceroba's parents weren't very good people who picked apart all of Ceroba's faults and were just. Abusive in general. So of course that's what she picked up from them. And when she sees this nerdy star-monster with coke bottle glasses that are at a prescription that would let a normal person see god, she's like "Ah, yes. I must be mean to him." And starts harassing him by stealing his lunches and calling him names and tripping him.

And Starlo is a quiet and unobtrusive kid, so he doesn't bring up that he's getting bullied (or maybe he does once or twice but it never goes anywhere) and eventually one of these instances ends in a physical altercation that gets both of them sent to the principal's office and their parents are called in. And Starlo's parents are deeply concerned because it's out of character for their kid to be fighting; this is kindergarten, not a WWE match. They're happy that he's fine but still. They're concerned about him and if any future instances of bullying will be prevented. They're advocating for their kid. And meanwhile Ceroba's parents are formal and stiff in a way that has him intimidated. Just looking them in the eyes has him clamming up. At her parents' orders, Ceroba apologizes but her apology comes out as a drone. Her parents promise that this won't happen again. And then they're dismissed.

And as Starlo is leaving with his parents, who are still fretting over him, he looks over his shoulder and sees one of Ceroba's parents give her a sharp tug on the ear and say something that has her flinching. And he just. Feels awful for her. Even though she'd made his life hell from the moment he met her.

And the next day, he shows up for lunch with an extra sandwich in his bag and gives it to her and is like, "If I knew you were hungry, I wouldn't have gotten mad at you for taking my lunch." And Ceroba is like, "You dummy, I wasn't taking your lunches because I was hungry." But accepts it anyways because her parents sent her to bed without dinner last night as punishment so she's hungry. And in the span of a week, their friendship evolves into genuine camaraderie. Starlo drags Ceroba over to his house to hang out and his parents are like, "Hey, isn't that the girl who was bullying you?" And Starlo is like, "Yeah but we're over it now. We made friendship bracelets together during arts and crafts, see?" And Solomon and Crestina just roll with it. Every time someone harasses Starlo like she used to, Ceroba beats them up/drives them off and is like, "Don't listen to those losers when they say things like that, they're a bunch of idiots who don't know better. You're amazing, Starlo."

Starlo was the one to teach Ceroba kindness and that she didn't have to be like her parents. Without Starlo in her life, Ceroba would have been a much colder, crueler person. And likewise, Ceroba helped instill Starlo with enough confidence in himself that he was willing to explore his passions and open up the Wild East despite the naysayers. Without Ceroba in his life, Starlo would have been working on the family farm, not content with his life and hiding his interest in westerns from the rest of the world. Their friendship made both of them better people.

[mr-jaybird]

I usually consider myself pretty resistant to heat from growing up in Texas, but 91 F/33 C temperatures inside my apartment all day sapped all my strength and I passed out at like 8:30 pm

[c-0f-chaos]

Valentine is close, so have some Valencringe!!

A small interruption of my usual OFF posting because I wanted to participate!! (Context in the tags) I made three versions because I couldn't decide

Drawing a cringe valentine card with the intention of being cheesy and ridiculous is so fun 10/10 would recommend, I tried so much stuff on this drawing just because I wanted to make it silly and fun for me

[drfrogphd]

wip!