#How'd it go-

[the-blossica-fan]

Fun Fact: If you get two grenades, it is essentially easy mode 😭

On another note, the team was Lucy, Lorelei, Tooth Fairy and Vila

...At this point, Vila is the only sane one 😭 /lh

I spent quite some time looking for the grenade expecting some sort of realistic, bombastic grenade. Remembered this is Reverse 1999, turned to the critter

Oh poor Vila, being filled with so much optimism to go through the women who desperately cling to those hinges.

Vila: Comrade Lorelei is hurt! We got to do something to heal her

Tooth Fairy: Oh, don't worry. I'll take care of this.

Vila: Right, you're a docto- Comrade Tooth Fairy, why are you grabbing a fairy from the jar?

Tooth Fairy: This is the most effective way to treat an arcanist

Vila: Is that so? I have never heard of Faeries being able to- COMRADE TOOTH FAIRY?!

Vila: Does it hurt, Comrade Lucy?

Lucy: Oh, not at all. My body is not human at all, therefore, any wounds I get are not as painful as any humane injury.

Vila: But, doesn't it damage your inner system? Pardon me for pushing but you should take good care of your body, even if it's not human

Lucy: There is no need to worry, miss Vila, this is not the wirest I've been through

Vila: Even if- wait...

Vila: You seem like a young child, are you sure you want to fight alongside us? You could get hurt.

Lorelei: There is no need to worry about me, miss. I will live for as long as I'm allowed, these challenges are just a stone in the path. This is safer than the flood

Vila: ...you mean the storm?

She goes back to the suitcase with the one thousand yard stare, she might need some more time getting used to the... Particular way the people in the suitcase act

[paintpanic]

ohh damn it's um. he's mouth.

[lancevoltron]

THE CHURCH ON RUBY ROAD | THE LEGEND OF RUBY SUNDAY

[awildcardisactive]

Phone app is actually magical look I'm sketching out my lifers concepts. Have a Scott

[that-weird-mime]

Somewhere inside a mountain, a round of silver bullets go off...

LATER TODAY, I'm opening up an ask blog for my au, finally! I'll also be making a poll later today about whose portraits I should start making next (and thus, who will be open for asks next).

Obsess on that a little, yeah?

(Plus the image I based the top image on vv)

[crystallizsch]

oh yeah happy end of culinary crucible 🧑‍🍳💜

[literallybyronic]

bruh we're beating buddie? how????

[shannonsketches]

Why is the anime so weird, it's not even the same series dude?? It's like,

Anime:

GOKU: I have a great idea to bring peace to the universe, and my leadership and compassion alone will unite us all. I have No Flaws and am A True Relatable Everyman :)

VEGETA: NO! I AM THE BEST AND I WILL CAUSE PROBLEMS UNTIL I AM RECOGNIZED AS SUCH!!!!

Manga:

GOKU: Vegeta what's cornmeal made of? I know it's what the corn eats, but what's it made of? VEGETA: Hey Kakarot let's play the quiet game until one of us dies.

[neonbrutalism]

mission report

[ghostie-boo]

"I know I'll often stop and think about them,"

Happy McLennon Day <3 Here's to 67 years of the greatest musical duo to ever walk the Earth

[revvethasmythh]

the nein all waking up at the lavish chateau, with some early risers going downstairs and having a conversation, then the cast successively roleplaying every other character jumping into the conversation at different points, being met with a chorus of "hey beau" and "good morning caduceus," is so charming actually

[centralbunnyunit]

[jez-bez]

I have a gnarly chest infection you can't be making me LAUGH LIKE THIS!!!

okay okay no laughing, promise 🤞🏻

👀

but that excludes whatever sounds you'll make when you see this vid 😇 i challenge you to stay quiet xoxo

[odysseys-blood]

sorry mammon but how did ur bootleg get more of ur father's melanin than you did and he didnt even get that much

(im sorry for calling you a bootleg no.1 ily i swear)

[mrsthunderkin]

"This book is incredibly unrealistic, my love"

[swiiivet-screamathon]

The ocean splashes in accordance to the great speeds that Smilk is flying trying to catch up to the airship.

A soul piercing stare at the destination before him, with such a focused expression you'd be forgiven to imagine that he had nothing but a singular thought in his head.

Exerting as much magical power as possible he dashes around the propellers and reaches the back of the ship, planting himself firmly on the captain's balcony.

After having made it his attention finally wanes and the glare instead shifts to the landmass they had just been on. The propellers spun slowly enough to block the view occasionally but that didn't stop the glare, not even the chattering that had soon begun above him took his gaze for even a moment. Simply watching everything that he had just lost and abandoned, sailing away from everything.

The few minutes that passed could've been mistaken for hours or even days, and each silent breath he took lasted years. Surely closing his eyes for just a fraction would take even longer, to doubt that notion was foolish.

Eventually though, the conversation above them seemed to near its conclusion, in which he finally managed to break free from his thoughts for just a moment.

With a wave of his wand he-- he...

He...

Nothing happened.

Nothing at all.

It passes across his eyeline with a glow of its orb, and that is all it does.

He takes his deep breath as quietly as he can manage; the ships engines might cause enough noise to let him relax, but best to risk as little as possible on this horrid ship.

He waves his wand again, seemingly with different intention this time, and this new intention did indeed cause something to happen, the summoning of a small paper puppet appears before him, wafting violently in the wind. He quickly disperses it as the fluttering was, as paper normally does in high winds, flapped loudly. Though fortunately it seemed to bring no unwanted attention.

He stares back up to the stern, the hands of that traitor dangling off the edge.

That........ Traitor...

He takes another breath and diverts his gaze, there's no winning with dangerous impulsivity-- any more impulsivity.

With a good look around what's available to him there wasn't much to work with, but there was one option that wouldn't risk being spotted, though it's far from something he'd define as 'ideal' by any means. A seemingly decorative set of railing that went around the hull.

With an annoyed grimace he does his best stretch in the scenario given to him, and then with a moment of concentrated anticipation, flies up and immediately grabs onto the rail, immediately regretting his action but persevering anyways, clawing onto the fixture to the best of his ability. The power of flight does help, but with the ship flying as fast as it is the arms of a poet is not one you want to rely on in this kind of exercise.

But he continues anyways, utilizing his flight to assist as much as possible when looping around from the back to the side of the ship.

With spite, anger and determination the journey from the back all the way to the front is an arduous and terrible one, but that's what he gets for believing that gnat.

But eventually, as gruelling and tiring as it was, as much as his arms sting from the exertion, as much as holding even his wand became an impossible task, he made it. Fortunately for him at the front there was a spot he could recoup at, simply let the wind blow him back into the hull with no risk of falling off. watching the sun set ahead of them.

He massages his sore arms as well as he can whilst relaxing every other muscle in his body. He might be on a timer but there's no land ahead yet, he's got the opportunity to take as long as he needs until the next step of his plan.

The sky was still bright, the light blue transitioning gently into the yellow sun that shone wonderfully in the sky...

He grimaces once more and rolls his sleeves back down, getting ready to enact what he came up here for. With the mimicking of clearing his chest he then belts out a perfect recreation of a whales call, heard loud and clear across the generally quiet ocean. Immediately the pitter patter of the cookies above to check on the noise erupts: 1... 2... 4-- where he then swiftly summons a massive paper puppet, a dark blue whale, and lets it float across the water below. With the plan executed he quickly but carefully returns to the side of the ship he came from, lets the wind drag him backwards and then uses the last of his energy to fly back to the balcony.

Not a lot of time to spare-- The balcony door is of course unlocked, so that's no hurdle. He of course couldn't stay outside as he'd be spotted by any random passenger when they reached their destination, but without any ability to get smaller being inside isn't much better. As he entered he immediately got a glance through the window on the entrance's door, seeing everyone at the head looking at his creation.

After darting out of view of those filth he instinctively raises his wand once more, but realizes quickly the his thought process was flawed, and with a twitch of one eye he scans the options available to him inside.

The most ideal place to be would be a spot where he doesn't risk being spotted by anyone who's either on or off the ship and has a decent enough exit strategy that he can take advantage of quickly once the ship does dock. There are two small windows he should be able to fit himself through once the time comes, though figuring out which direction the ship will dock in is going to be a risky one. All that leaves is somehow ensuring that either no cookies enter into the room or that he disguises himself as to not be spotted... He prefers the former, a little more.

He grabs whatever looks the most like a sturdy thin object and discretely hides himself under the window, sliding it into the handle, hopefully keeping it locked enough for his needs.

After all that, it's now just a waiting game.