#I never did prior

[somethingaboutmint]

Hello everypone. Whats fallout equestria

And bonus oc round

(Red and Tris r @bakedbeanz and @bogchampion 's guys respectively)

[ivanhoe1820]

Is it weird that I, completely and without any reservations what-so-ever, believe that Buttons turned into a seagull.

[sideswipesjetpack]

SOME (KINDA??..) OLDER STUFF!!

[glitterrosesnzz]

candles

A V/ENTI FIC HAS BEEN FINISHED im going to lose my mind. it's still his birthday month so it still totally counts as a birthday fic for him you can't argue with me on this

Venti had been keeping close today. 

It was a little bit odd, considering. Mondstadt seemed to be having some sort of festival (though Aether had yet to stumble into someone who could stay around long enough to explain what exactly was going on, and Venti himself had offered no answers outside of it being something that “the children of Mondstadt had come up with themselves”, which totally narrowed things down), and usually during any kind of festival season, Venti would be running around, talking to as many people as he could, and generally making the most of it. 

But instead, ever since the Traveler had arrived in the city, he’d been keeping close to Aether’s side. If anything, he seemed slightly subdued, in a way that was almost outright suspicious. 

Aether had tried to ask him if something was wrong, but had only gotten brushed off as Venti insisted that he just wanted to “bask in the Traveler’s presence for the day!”. It was clear that Venti wasn’t going to give him a straight answer any time soon. 

So Aether chose to do his own investigating, subtly keeping a close eye on Venti as the other walked ever so slightly behind him. 

Neither Venti nor Paimon noticed the small smirk that crossed the Traveler’s face when he finally figured it out. 

.After a few more minutes of walking around, they finally, finally, stumbled upon someone who wasn't in a rush. Paimon wasted no time in getting up in their face and asking what was going on- Aether having to grab her by the foot and pull her back so that she was no longer invading the person's personal space. 

To make an altogether too long story short, today was apparently the birthday of Barbatos, and since Barbatos himself wasn't around to blow out his own birthday candles, the people of Mondstadt did it for him, blowing out candles to send messages to him. 

(Apparently, some children had started the tradition a few centuries ago when they'd gotten upset at the idea of Barbatos not getting to celebrate his birthday in the way that they did, so they'd thrown him a birthday party themselves, the idea had spread, and then it had stuck). 

Both Aether and Paimon turned to look at Venti, knowing full well that his birthday, or at the very least, the day that he had told them was his birthday, had been over a week ago. Venti turned to the side and started pretending to tune his lyre like he hadn't been listening to the conversation and had no clue who any of them were. 

Aether rolled his eyes, and accepted the lit candle that the person handed to him. Keeping his eyes on Venti, he carefully blew it out. 

Just get it over with and sneeze already. 

Venti visibly startled, his fingers pulling a little bit too harshly on his lyre’s strings, creating a discordant twang that had everyone flinching. 

“Ehe, sorry!” His lyre vanished in a flash of anemo, “The strings on that one are getting a little… old.” 

Everyone else seemed to accept this explanation at face value, Paimon muttering something about “tone deaf bards” as she accepted the candle handed out to her. 

Aether took her moment of brief distraction to grab Venti’s wrist and drag him into a nearby alleyway. Venti allowed him to do so without complaint, which really spoke volumes in and of itself. 

“Alright.” Aether said, letting go of Venti’s wrist, “Go ahead.” 

“Go ahead? Go ahead with what?” Venti asked, innocently tilting his head to the side. Aether gave him the most deadpan expression he could muster. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” 

“I really don’t, though?” 

Aether slowly raised one eyebrow. Venti met the Traveler’s unimpressed stare head on, though Aether couldn’t help but notice that one of Venti’s eyes was twitching just a little. After another moment had passed, Aether let out a sigh, turning to leave the alley. 

“Well, if you don’t need my help then-” 

“No, wait, Trahh- Traveler, I may need your ahH-ssistance-” 

Venti’s hand clasped onto the edge of Aether’s scarf, and Aether paused mid-step, looking at the other over his shoulder. In the mere seconds that Aether had turned away, Venti’s expression had changed, to something very different… and much more desperate. 

“Alright, now we’re getting somewhere.” Aether said, turning back around and watching as Venti lifted a hand up to his face, breath hitching. Aether got ready to reach out and help- 

Only for the hitching breaths to accumulate to nothing, Venti quietly letting out a slightly frustrated noise as he rubbed at his nose. 

“...Stuck?” Aether asked. 

“....Stuck.” Venti repeated, sounding just a little bit defeated, “Ugh, it’s been like this almost all day. I can’t sing when this keeps ha-happening… hiHh-”  

Venti’s breath hitched again, and he reached out for the Traveler- 

Aether stepped just out of reach, smirking just a little bit as Venti’s breathing hitched a few more times before slowly stabilizing again. 

“You know,” Aether said, “You could have just asked me for help when I first got here, instead of just hovering around me all day.” 

Venti let out a long sigh. 

“...It wouldn’t have really changed anything…” He muttered, continuing to rub at his nose. “I would’ve just ended up stuck again anyways, so there was no point in troubling the hero of Mondstadt with my plight.” 

“Ah, so it is the candles setting you off then.” Aether said, “Good to know… A little funny though, since they’re dedicated to you-” 

“Yes, yes, I’m well aware of the ironies at play.” Venti interrupted him, waving him off. “Still, not much I can do about it other than allow the children of Mondstadt their holiday.” 

“The one that’s meant to be your birthday? Which was, y’know, a week ago?” 

“Ah, right, well, a few centuries is all it takes for the dates to get a little…. a little…” Venti trailed off, his eyes going ever so slightly hazy as his nose twitched. 

“Alright, come here, let me help you.” Aether pulled Venti a little closer to him, “Now, how to go about this…” 

After a moment’s hesitation, Aether started lightly running his finger up and down the bridge of Venti’s nose. The ends of Venti’s braids flared with the light of anemo as his hitching breaths slightly increased in pitch and frequency, and- 

Seemingly on pure instinct, Venti pulled himself away from the Traveler, turning his head to the side and- “Hh’NGkT-chiew…” -stifling it. 

Aether crossed his arms and stared at him, unimpressed, as Venti slowly turned back towards him with a somewhat sheepish laugh. 

“Ehe… sorry. A millenia old habit is a little hard to brehH-” Without warning, Aether had pulled a feather out of his pocket space, and started running it against Venti’s nose. 

Now, normally, on most days, Venti wouldn’t be all that sensitive to that sort of thing. (It would make having his own feathers rather difficult after all). 

However, today his nose had had quite enough, thank you, of being itchy, and was willing to accept any stimuli as a way to get the tickle out. 

“Hehh…. hH-” Venti’s braids lit up again, and this time Aether caught him before he could turn away, pulling him close yet again. Venti’s hands sort of awkwardly flailed for a moment, clearly unprepared for this, before he gripped onto the back of Aether’s clothes. “Hh- hH’ISsH-iiew!!” 

A faint breeze swirled in the alley, and Aether pulled Venti slightly tighter against him to make sure that the anemo energy was absorbed completely as Venti’s breath hitched again. 

“HhEH’ETSHchiew!! Hh- hiH- hEH’Tt-shieww!! hH’ITsHhiiew!!! Hh… hH- hEH- hH’EISHhiew!!” 

“Wow, this was really affecting you, huh?” Aether said, gently running a hand up and down Venti’s back to prevent the other’s wings from appearing, as they’d certainly smack into the wall in a very painful way if they did. “I think this nearly beats the cat allergy. Nearly.” 

“HhiH’EtSHh-iew!! Snf… ugh… it’s nowhere near as bad as the cahH… cat allergy.” Venti muttered, sniffling as he did so. “At least with this I can kind of- kind of hold… back- hH’ISsHh-iew!!!” 

“Maybe we should test it…” 

“Hh-hEH’TSHhiew!! ….Uh, let’s, let’s not do that for right now.” 

[devils-yui]

Rewatching TFA, for the hundredth time in a row, and I've got to say. I used to think Sari was, kind of annoying, during my first initial watch and sometimes. The things she does makes me go wide-eyed and gripping at the screen going, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

But then now, as I'm rewatching it hundreds of times over. I have to physically remind myself that she is a child.

And not only that, but she was a child that was BARELY raised properly. She didn't have other children to socialize around, she had a robot teacher, a robot dog companion, and her occasionally in her life father who was busy manufacturing robots, entertaining the ideas of tours and etcetera.

So maybe, yes. I can definitely understand why she does rash things, and act the way she does. I understand why she's seen as a social outcast amongst other groups of kids (like in the show, ON HER BIRTHDAY).

And I'm not as mad as her, as anybody should be for a child who was raised/taught the wrong things or having not been taught at all.

However...

THIS GUY.

IS A WHOLE 'NOTHER CASE.

I JUST WANNA-

[brodorokihousuke]

i don't want this to go nowhere so here, have this picture of a nigh-unrecognizable Apollo wearing nothing but basic bitch white socks and Gavinners boxers

(and bandages i guess??? are... bandages considered clothing??)

tl;dr he was, in rp, literally dragged out of bed immediately into an awkward ish interaction and i realized i had to figure out what was on his boxers..... eventually came up with the idea that someone got these for him as a joke but they're really nice quality, so he wears them despite everything

[zincbot]

i'm a huge huge fan of the dynamics and story that's present in the dreemur's divorce in deltarune. what a core for a story to be built around.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

the French attempt was the Monégasque in Oscar. He is a resident after all

i will wildly assume he has a level of fluency from either school (french being a common language offered at GCSE) and/or renault days, and then being in monaco ostensibly meant he gets to practice it a little or at least get the language immersion

it’s still pretty bold to attempt it for media though because like. as someone who is multilingual but also struggles with expressing more than comprehending it was so clear the moment he went “oh shit” because he overestimated ajskskekjejs

shoutout to him honestly because many people would live somewhere and never ever bother trying to understand the local language, at all let alone converse in it, AND try to do a media interview with a national broadcaster in that language

also he got adopted by the leclercs or something so okay yeah he’s on the immersion speedrun etc etc

[thesummerstorms]

The other thing that I think I would want in an Annabeth Wayne AU that I don't think I've seen so far is Bruce being absolutely pissed at Athena.

It was bad enough with Talia and Damian, but Athena is a literal god of wisdom who should know better AND he doesn't even have the "culpability" of having slept with her.

She one hundred percent saw Batman, tactician of the Justice League, was drawn in by her aspect of the Goddess of Strategy, and proceeded to create a child without his consent, a daughter who she didn't even raise before the child became a weapon.

And like whatever else, however fucked up Damian was by his own training to become a child-weapon, at least Talia loved Damian.

Whereas Athena loves Annabeth in the way a Goddess loves, not the way a Person loves, and I don't think Bruce, whose entire identity is so fixated on his relationship with his own parents, would recognize that as love at all.

And, like, Talia put Damian through a lot of shit. I think Bruce would be angry there too. But when push came to shove, she at least at some point brought him to Bruce because she thought it was in her son's best interests.

Athena actively lead Annabeth away from Bruce and into the streets at the age of seven, which Bruce would never see as in her best interest, whatever Athena's godly perspective is, however badly he reacted after Jason's death, even though he couldn't see (and dismissed the idea of) the spiders and the monsters. She was seven. In the streets of Gotham.

Athena let Annabeth fight a major role in two wars back to back without being there to train her or protect her or love her or even advise her. Athena advocated for the cold blooded murder of the other children who had actually tried to keep his daughter safe. Athena sent Annabeth against Arachne when Athena's children have universally died on that quest for a thousand years.

Athena let Bruce think he had gotten Annabeth killed because of his own inability to handle his grief. Let him think his daughter was dead or worse for years. Would have let him keep thinking that if the Fates didn't have other plans.

And just, in true fashion for all of my ideas on a PJO x DC crossover, everyone really comes out more traumatized than before. This includes Bruce.

Because now he wasn't just used unknowingly for a child just once, but twice. And in both cases he's going to have to live forever with the guilt of not having been able to protect his kids from what their other parent wanted to make of them

(On top of all the ways he has directly failed them and made any complexes worse, of course )

[glitchfang]

thinking about scribz’s psmd “future trio helps the schoolkids in the voidlands” art and how i sorta had the same idea (albeit inspired by a much older post) but like. kinda giggling to myself abt the sheer difference in tone going on bc scribz’s is definitely more on the lighthearted side (as lighthearted as the voidlands arc can be, at least)and then theres mine which. uh. kills the lizard and the other two are grieving while trying to care for these kids they dont know

[coachbeards]

I think something that bothers me about how the writers handled Rebecca’s actions was that,,, not only were there no mentions of it afterwards save for like two jokes…but nobody was upset with her after she apologized. everyone moved on? The people who knew, anyways. There weren’t any consequences for her, really. higgins, julie, ted, keeley, they all moved on and acted like it wasn’t a big deal. whereas Jamie’s entire three season arc is consumed by his s1 actions. he had to fight tooth and nail to get back into the team’s good graces, to prove himself to the coaches and keeley and everyone. Even in s3, the coaches are shown to not value his growth and keep thinking of jamie “prick” tartt instead of seeing him as someone capable of being better and different. idk. It just bothers me that in a show about forgiveness and being better, rebecca only had to apologize and everything was forgiven, while Jamie literally could not Not be defined by how he was

[nanaten]

if you hate nana mother 3 you will die and go to hell

[truth-01001001-liar]

stupid smiling over here

silly dancing even

[br1ghtestlight]

mephone4 fans once again getting on my nerves </3

[strngedve]

I simply am not the target audience for Marvel and Avengers movies and I’ve accepted this but I just watched Thunderbolts and oh my god? FANART AND FICS OF ALL OF EM ON MY DASH STAT

[auriannaventiwithcaramel]

I JUST NOTICED JANE'S A CAR PLAYING AT THE END OF NPMD???