#Green Means Danger

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

The Inspector made it very clear that when visiting Tev’Mek,

one should avoid wearing green, as it’s the colour of danger on that world.

[opia-jpg]

holds them in my gently cupped hands like a hampter

[caestusvulpes]

they are the sun and moon. they are a solar eclipse. the red and the blue. the shadow cast along the wall and the sunbeam from a half-open window. the fuckign intj and enfp goddamn it. stark monochrome constrasting to bright and soft secondaries. they both have scarves. the fear of changing and growing old vs the fear of stagnating and being stuck in time. i am collapsing into a puddle. 'i will kill for you, please let me kill for you vs show mercy for me, stay your hand for me'. Neither have regrets for their actions but they do regret the results those actions have. both are inherent forces of nature. hikari is an earthquake that tears and heaves the foundations, who's anger rattles everyone and everything, where the only option is to take cover and prey to god the fallout doesn't reach you. straizo is a tsunami, a typhoon, where the tide recedes and the wind whips and you think you're safe until the wall of water comes crashing down around you and crushes you under its weight. does anyone hear me

[artsymyargentavislove]

Thunder on earth

Meet Kentrotholus!

I'm back to my Godzilla phase and ya'll will pay for it XDDD

Stegos are very neat, such powerhouses!

I'm in the mood for his controller being an actual paleontologist that, after being held hostage at a digging site and having to witness Klipse just carelessly DESECRATING brittle, delicate dinosaur bones that could have been studied (It makes sense that most of the dino Monsunos don't even resemble real life dinos bc canonically Klipse and Hargrave just. Toss bone parts into a machine and get a Core out like instant noodles XDDD)

And he's PISSED man, his life's work being disrespected like that and being powerless to stop it makes him commit the reckless decision of STEALING a Dino-Core, and getting back at Klipse for his crimes.

He drops a collar that was made out of the very first fossile he ever unearted as a child onto the machine, which was part of a Stegosaurus' tail, casually his favorite dinosaur as well, spawning a Dino-Monsuno he proudly named Kentrotholus.

Now with a target on his back, he is on the run from Klipse's wrath, bowing to bring Klipse to justice once and for all with the aid of his fierce and loyal, newfound ally.

🔥🦴🔥

Kentrotholus was originally called 'Rumblepike' but I changed it with the help of a generator since in canon the Dino-monsunos are inspired in scientific names (Or the shortened/simplified term for them)

This is also his original design⬇️

Watermelon dino

Ok, no, but although I really liked this design I felt I didn't exploit the model enough, I wanted him more powerful, more imposing. One Godzilla Minus One later and here we are, I'm very proud of the results ☺️

[wayward-wren]

Never going to be over how ready Jo Grant is to sacrifice her life

[byanyan]

i've definitely talked about it at least once before, but byan's palate is honestly pretty childish. like, don't get me wrong, they'll eat whatever you put in front of them when they need to, but the moment they aren't desperate enough that they can afford to be pickier? all the veggies are getting picked out. they would so happily live on nothing but instant ramen, pizza, and chicken nuggets if they could.

[grinchwrapsupreme]

i'm not saying this to make any sort of point but as someone who works in canadian theatre, the wga strike is going to have an interesting effect on live entertainment too, like i know multiple people who have lost their jobs or will lose their jobs soon because so much american television is produced here and obviously the iatse union is standing with the wga which it should and i also know that when film crew are out of work like this they often turn to theatre because it's a different local of the same union (and a lot of them started in theatre) and they wind up pushing permits out of work because film crew are usually members which means they get first dibs on all calls even if they don't have much live entertainment experience and even though attitudes in theatre and film are VERY different. And i really really hope the wga gets everything they want, they deserve that and more, but i also hope it happens quickly before young iatse permits get priced out of this city and we get into into another situation like the one right after the pandemic

[theirheartandsoul]

🎤 for Silver :3

- @pokemonveterinarian

//🎤 - An audio transcript from a recording

[The audio starts off harsh, Silver yelling at someone, once again the audio is one sided.

"I-I don't- no. NO. NO I DO NOT WANT THAT- Oh would you shut the fuck up already you aren't- no you lost that title stop- SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A SECOND WILL YOU!?"

There's a few moments of silence, before Silver sighs.

"No, Bronze isn't going to meet you, no you will not be a 'cool aunt' and- WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SHUTTING UP BLUE??... ugh. And I do not want to have you in his life. I don't want you getting-... attached to him like you were me."

Silence again, Silver seems to be listening.

"Blue, no. You weren't protecting me from anyone, you were fucking smothering me. No Gold did not- BLUE WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY?! GOLD DIDN'T MAKE ME THINK JACK SHIT DAMN IT I CAME TO THIS MYSELF STOP BLAMING EVERYONE ELSE FOR YOUR DAMN PROBLEMS!

Silver pants for a second, sighing, before continuing.

"... You aren't ever seeing my son until you get your fucking act together. You understand me? I kept contact with you because Gold said it would be a good idea. Yeah, Gold said keeping your contact would be a good idea, wanna know what I wanted to do Blue? I wanted you to fuck off out of my life after you tried to poison me against Gold so you could have your little brother back."

A few more beats of quiet before Silver snaps.

"No, no you're fucking DOING IT AGAIN. STOP BLUE. Gold never FUCKING CHEATED ON ME. STOP. NO I DON'T BELIEVE YOUR FUCKING SCREENSHOTS- BLUE-

FUCK OFF."

The audio cuts.]

[pepi-nillo]

it's currently way past my bedtime but juwon's guilt is absolutely delicious and i love thinking about it

[social-mockingbird]

Bought a new green sundress yesterday and dressed it up to wear to work today which means I keep periodically looking down at myself and seeing the color and going “hehe frog” every few minutes

[carewyncromwell]

10 for Jacob/Ashe affection?

10) the kindest "i hate you" followed by a contagious laugh (Jacashe)

Of all of Duncan's classes, the one he'd always excelled at most was Potions. Honestly, he was even better at brewing potions than his boy best friend Jacob Cromwell was, since as much as the magical prodigy reveled in the theory of potionmaking and loved experimentation, he could get very easily distracted trying to improve on what was already there. Duncan, however, as much as he could very easily have "plused" up a potion if he wanted to, rarely saw much reason to -- experimenting with potions could be dangerous, so he didn't see any point in risking his limbs or eyebrows in an attempt to reinvent the wheel.

Duncan Ashe would need a damn good reason to mess around with a potion's potency. Even his OWL exam didn't give him enough motivation to do it -- his Draught of the Living Dead was already perfect, so the examiner would be more than impressed enough without him twisting himself into a pretzel.

At that same exam, though, the examiner also had Jacob's work to consider -- and the scholarly airhead managed to catch the older wizard's attention not by brewing his own excellent potion, but by drawing the entire periodic table up on the blackboard and then going on a lecture about how one could possibly apply different chemical compounds to potion recipes and their ingredients.

"...As you can see, Muggles have divided up their periodic table of elements not just into how many atoms make up their outer most shell, but also how reactive they are with other elements. Take radium, for instance -- a highly reactive metal that, when ingested, can be deathly poisonous to humans...but if one combines it with clorine, you get Radium Cloride -- a bioluminescent, colorless salt that, when turned into a gas, has even been experimented with as a possible cure for different kinds of cancers. Not unlike the deathly poisonous potion ingredients we use every day, to brew complex antidotes and Healing treatments! Hellebore, used in the Draught of Peace -- Asphodel, used in Wiggenweld Potions -- Venomous Tentacula leaves, Arnica, Sneezewort...all used in countless antidotes, from everything to dragon pox to ague! Imagine how much faster it would be to brew new potions, if we could apply this kind of model to the ingredients we use every day...if we could see, even before experimentation, which ingredients would react violently with each other and which ones wouldn't...hypothesize which ingredients could blend well, and which ones wouldn't! We could develop a cure for memory loss...for blood maledictions...hell, maybe even lycanthropy! The possibilities are endless!"

Duncan was left standing off to the side with his Draught of the Living Dead, watching his best friend once again snatch up all the spotlight away from him. Part of him wanted to be resentful about it, but as he crossed his arms, listening to Jacob eagerly prattle on and seeing the examiner get swept up in his enthusiasm despite himself, Duncan instead found himself smiling.

Because, well...it was a good idea. Jacob always had good ideas. That was part of what had always been so fun about being around him -- why Duncan had become his friend in the first place, even with how stupid and reckless and insensitive and arrogant he could be at times. For all of his flaws, Jacob had good ideas, and those good ideas almost always came from a place of sincerely wanting to help others...from wanting to do good for the world and for the people he cared about.

So as annoying as it was that Jacob had effectively snatched up all of the examiner's attention even after how much he'd praised Duncan's potionmaking skills -- that this rambling diatribe would likely result in Jacob getting an O on his OWL, same as Duncan, without doing even half the physical work -- Duncan couldn't help but watch Jacob ramble on like an idiot with a faintly cynical, but still incredibly fond smirk.

When Jacob finally stopped talking long enough to catch his breath, the examiner actually clapped his hands together, beaming.

"That was splendid! Absolutely splendid!" he praised Jacob, his squinty little eyes twinkling. "Well, Mr. Cromwell...as much as I'd love to hear more, I do have the rest of the class's work to examine...thank you very much!"

Jacob faltered, looking a bit confused, as the examiner walked away, so he could migrate around the rest of the room. He looked over at Duncan across the room, bewildered -- the Slytherin left his cauldron and strode over to him, his arms still crossed and his eyebrows raised coolly over his narrowed eyes.

"Seems the examiner takes after Slughorn, in fawning over you," said Duncan dryly.

Jacob frowned deeply. "He didn't even stay to watch me brew anything. Do you think he'll come back around and watch me brew something then?"

Duncan gave Jacob a bewildered look.

"Do you mean to say..." he said very slowly and lowly, "...that you didn't do that for points? You seriously just scribbled all that stuff up there on a whim, for your own entertainment?"

Jacob glanced back at the periodic table he'd doodled on the board and then up at Duncan sheepishly.

"Well, not for my own entertainment, exactly...but I'd been thinking about it the other day, and I thought about maybe applying it to the potion I did, so I just doodled it up there to test out the idea -- you know?"

Duncan's head fell dramatically, as if he'd just been clubbed with a two-by-four. Then he started to laugh.

"What?" said Jacob. His own face was breaking out into a smile too, just hearing his friend laughing. "I thought it'd be interesting! You can't tell me it wouldn't be fun to try to make a new potion -- think about how much easier and safer it'd be, with a proper periodic table! It's really just common sense, isn't it...?"

"I hate you," muttered Duncan.

Those words, though, were accompanied by the fullest, brightest smirk and eyes that sparkled with fondness as he laughed harder than ever.

"Come on," he muttered through his cackling, taking hold of Jacob's shoulder. "Now that we've both got our O's in the bag, we'd best clean up and head out. Liv can meet us when she's done..."

Affectionate Prompts!

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

grunter got blasted into space???!!!

grunter did 😥 on his birthday as well 😭😭

he really was a dick but i always felt sorry for him the sheep really had it out for him

rip king 😔

[optimisticrunawaygalaxy]

Im sorry

Im sorry

the fucking claw ends RIGHT behind his arm? The- The claw is STRAIGHT, he could just pull his arm out gently and would be fucking free

He has full range to pull his arm out??

[taratarotgreene]

Mars in Gemini. Red Alert May 14/15

Mars in Gemini. Red Alert May 14/15

The two most evil of ancient planets Mars and Saturn are moving into an exact opposition May 14 @ 11:02 pm PDT/May 15 @ 2:03 am EDT/May 15 @ 6:03 am GMT. at 2 degrees Sagittarius/Gemini.  RED ALERT!!! This is very destructive, negative energy. The markets may crash. Airline Explosions, attacks, violence, volcanic explosions, crazy weather, anger.  This will cause everyone to be angry,irritable,…

[bmpmp3]

now that virvox has basically handed me my own personal slightly clunky boyband with the voicevox humming update to play with i now fully understand the urge for anime idol companies to give all the vocal lines to one specific character. i want to put my specialest little guy of all time (takehiro) in like every part LOL

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.3

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.4][Pt.5][Pt.6][Pt.7]

“Aquaman.” Batman swept into the room, beelining straight for the suddenly apprehensive Atlantean king.

“Batman. What can I do for you?”

“Phantom. Does he pay taxes?”

“Pardon?”

Batman makes a low noise that had Aquaman’s danger senses buzzing.

“Does Phantom have to pay taxes. Towards Atlantis.”

“No…? Why?”

“He wanted money, in exchange for… information, of a delicate sort,” Batman said, diplomatically avoiding the topic of Phantom bargaining for the identities of corpses in exchange for a measly $100 dollars per identity. Like a flea market dealer, that one was.

“You encountered Phantom again?” Aquaman perked up.

“Yes. Gotham’s bay is… polluted.” Batman paused. “With victims. Of murder.”

The entire area quieted as heads turned towards the Dark Knight.

“Yes, I am… distantly aware of Gotham’s waters.” By that, Aquaman gets green around the gills whenever he turns his awareness in that direction. There’s a reason he doesn’t enter Gotham, and the Dark Knight’s ban is only half of that reason. “Ah, but you’re correct. For what purpose would Phantom need mortal currency?”

“Hn.”

“Maybe he needs some stuff?” Flash zipped to a stop next to Batman, feet tapping as he dug into the pile of snacks cradled in his arms. “Us mortals are always coming up with new things, maybe he wants to try some games or something?”

Batman tilted his head down, seriously considering Flash’s suggestion. “It’s plausible.”

“Barry, Barry, Barry. He’s old as hell, right? He probably wants to try the new booze!”

“Hal, my man!” Flash fist bumped Green Lantern, who came up. “You’re back! What happened to John?”

“Dunno. He got called somewhere that way,” Green Lantern waved a vague hand towards the left. “Had to deal with a politician or something from that area.” He shrugged, swinging an arm over Barry’s shoulders to put him in a headlock and stealing a chip.

“Huh. Anyways, would our mortal alcohol even work on a demi-god or something?”

“We should ask!” Hal turned towards Batman. “You should ask if he wants to go for a drink, spooky!”

“He’s a child.”

“He’s been around for more than a millennia, Bats.”

“Informational gathering, right, Hal?” Flashgot out of the headlock, quickly munching on his snacks to stop Green Lantern from stealing them.

“Totally. Yup.”

“…Fine.”

“Wait, are we just gonna ignore that Gotham’s waters are full of bodies?”

“Yes.”

——

“What?” Danny asked, mind half on the bags he’s dragging out of the water and the other half on the essay he has to submit in about four hours.

“Green Lantern wanted to invite you out for a drink.”

Danny turned to the stoic Gotham knight, who had his wrist computer out to log the bodies’ info the moment Danny gave him the information. Some of them even told Danny who murdered them, so Batman could start building cases with solid leads.

Danny’s only twenty. He’s not legal yet but he doesn’t want to give any clues to who he is. How is he supposed to…

Ah!

“Can’t.” Danny shrugged. “I’m not legal. I died when I was fourteen so…” Danny trailed off, speechless at the drowned puppy face Batman was giving him. What the fuck.

“Anyways, fork over my payment.”

Batman wordlessly hands him a wad of hundreds.

“What do you need cash for?” Batman suddenly asked.

“Huh? Isn’t it obvious?” Danny tucked it in. “Material things, obviously. I need a blanket,” because holy shit, Gotham is damn cold this time of year. “Anyways, see you same time next week, litterer.”

“I don’t litter.”

“Tell that to the batarangs I found under the water,” Danny grumbled. “But I’ll stop calling you that if you get a signature from Poison Ivy. I have a friend who loves her.”

“An alive friend?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?”

Danny snickered and disappeared. He’s gotta cram that essay.

——

“There’s a possibility Phantom might be homeless.”

“Batman, I mean this in the nicest way, but for the love of Atlantis, please stop giving me headaches. It’s time like these I wish I stayed a lighthouse keeper.”