#Like EVERY possible trick.

[cobaltfluff]

two types of parenting...

[moonshynecybin]

I do not understand what was going on in Vale’s head after 2015. Like, every time he speaks about Marc he always brings up Sepang and explain how that was the breaking point in their relationship, he doesn’t really talk about Argentina, but at the same time in 2016 they were lowkey getting closer again (?). Then he says that after 2015 he was being polite to Marc only to not waste time, but why? He clearly had no problem to express all his hatred towards him after 2018 so what was the need to act polite and appear fake when he knew damn well that even if he kept talking shit about Marc the journalist and all his fans would have his back. Truly a confusing man, I bet Marc was driving himself insane to try to understand him.

first of all thats a lot of smoke even for my man valentino. like years of smoke. again, hes kind of known as the fun funny guy everybody loves to see win bc he's their silly little elf prince... and yes he's a killer on the track (thats also fun) and hes aware of how to manipulate the public opinion. BUT because of that, i think he's also aware that all of that adoration is something that he can potentially lose or at least have less control over... crowds like jesters when theyre FUN. and when marc's pr strategy at that point about this was 1. ignore it, 2. be very sweet to vale when you see him bc you love him (like he said hi to vale almost every single time they sat next together in 2016. a more sane man wouldve just chilled in contemplative heartbroken silence. not marc ! not my crazy little guy !), being consistently aggressive towards him is a lot less fun for everybody. gives him a lot less power in terms of wielding/controlling that rivalry when he thinks he really needs to. hes NOT lying when he says its easier to just say hi to marc. it is! if he ignored marc every weekend, that would be the story of the weekend. every single time. and i think he learned in the aftermath of sepang how big a story like this could get (we STILL talk about it. marc was answering jorge vs valentino questions THIS WEEK.) and how much they can dominate his life and capture the eyes of the press. kind of inescapably. resigning himself to an eternal retirement of answering questions like how fast do you think marquez will be on the ducati?? (i KNOWWW hes sick rn btw). a monster of his own creation. so i think he learned in malaysia to only go after marc when hes really fucking pissed off. and he was really fucking pissed off in argentina 2018. and unfortunately marc didnt get the hint until then i think.

[mori-no-majou]

so we’ve established by now that we’ve all acquired an inner Senshi that tells us to eat properly and an inner Chilchuck that tells us to be mindful of our rights in the workplace, but what about Laios and Marcille? their self-care schticks are a little bit more abstract than the other two, so I’m curious as to what everyone’s learning from them

[demenior]

On the heels of the latest Mighty Nein Solstice show, I felt like my setup for a BeauYasha + Astrid situation was (barely) relevant again.

This is set, in theory, post-campaign 2, and prior to Ruidus shenanigans.

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Beau tucks her napkin into the collar of her shirt and patiently waits for Yasha to bring dinner to the table. Beau set all the cups and bowls and everything out, but her wife likes to bring the meal.

“Are you ready?” Yasha calls.

“I’m so ready!” Beau calls back.

Yasha rounds the corner, a steaming dish in her hands. She’s wearing a black apron that says ‘kiss the cook’, and nothing else.

The apron is suitably sized for someone a little more average than Yasha’s big, muscular frame, and so it’s really working to keep her decent.

Beau’s thoughts are far away from decent. She can’t pick her jaw up off the floor.

Yasha’s face flushes— she still blushes when Beau hits on her even though they’ve been together for like 8 years now, and married for 3 of those. It makes Beau fall even more in love with her. And then her wife tries to do a sexy walk over to the table. Yasha is anything but graceful— she’s a force of nature— and Beau’s too far gone to think this awkward strut is anything but hot.

Yasha sets the serving dish onto the table, and lifts the spoon out of it. There’s definitely something doing it pretty good for Beau with how the strew is thick and dripping. And that’s also something she’ll take to her grave because it is so embarrassing that stew can make her horny, but in her defense it’s being served by the hottest woman in the whole world.

“Hungry?” Yasha purrs.

“Starving,” Beau says, and opens her mouth.

And that’s when Caleb appears in the room. He’s holding someone.

“Send me back!” Astrid screams, “I had him!”

Blood hits the floor in a loud splat.

“Help me!” Caleb shouts.

Astrid bares her teeth, and raises her arm to strike and— Caleb’s holding her left arm over his shoulders to keep her up. Her right arm doesn’t raise because it’s gone.

“Fuck!”

Beau flies out of her seat, and is across the room.

As Astrid registers her missing limb, as blood continues to fly from the wound, Beau skids to a stop at her side. She catches Astrid as her knees go out, and together she and Caleb get Astrid to the floor.

Beau registers the smell of smoke, of arcane magic. Astrid’s tattoos are still bright and pulsing on her remaining arm. Both her and Caleb are covered in soot, in blood. Their hair is singed. Caleb’s got that jittery, caffeinated look he has when he’s been working heavy magic. Beau rips off her loose top and tries to staunch the blood.

“You had no right,” Astrid snarls.

“He was going to kill you,” Caleb snaps.

“Blood for blood,” Astrid hisses, “I’ll take his fucking head!”

Astrid fights at Beau and Caleb, and she’s too weak to push either of them off.

“What the fuck?” Beau shouts.

And it’s now that Yasha reaches them, a fucking angel who’s entire body lights up as she reaches for Astrid. She’s still wearing the apron and nothing else.

Astrid’s back arches as the healing magic surges through her. When she drops, her whole body goes limp. Yasha checks her pulse to make sure the shock of healing didn’t kill her.

“That will keep her from dying, but she needs to see a real healer,” Yasha says.

“Dude what the fuck?” Beau demands.

Caleb groans out a sigh, and wobbles like he might collapse as well. He braces both hands on the floor to keep himself stable, “she— she went after him. I tried to stop her, but she—”

“Who? Trent?”

“Ludinus.”

Beau’s stomach drops. She looks down at the unconscious idiot between them. Despite Yasha’s healing, Astrid is white as snow. Her eyes are closed. Beau checks the wound— the bleeding has stopped, the amputation appears as if it’s had a few weeks of healing, but it’s still raw and red.

Caleb nods, as the severity of the situation sets in, “I— I had nowhere to go. They’re still fighting— the Assembly, and the Volstrucker. Other factions. She might have started a civil war.”

“Or a massacre,” Beau realizes, “Ludinus— fuck! He’s the fucking guy! We don’t have enough to pin him yet, and now? Fuck! I thought she was helping us, what happened?”

She has to shake Astrid to wake her up.

One of her eyes is red with blood. Thanks to Yasha’s healing, the wound is handled, but it will take time for that to clear out. It gives the woman a decidedly unsettling look.

Astrid glares up as they lean over her, and then turns to Caleb, “did you take me to a fucking titty bar?”

[zxrtecs]

sometimes i wish i could just. reach through the screen and slam a pro.shipper's head down at least once because they are just so dumb and maybe the action would cause some important neurons sleeping on the job to actually get to work. they would almost be sad if they weren't so disgusting. they gotta have a combined IQ of 5 at this point like...

[lycanthian]

THEY SHOULD INVENT A ME THAT CAN FOCUS ON LITERALLY ANYTHING AND I AM BEING DEAD SERIOUS

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: March 15

“Over Yet" by Hayley Williams

[frankenjoly]

For the wip ask game: strip poker siglai

Basically the idea came from an unrelated post that mentioned strip poker, then I thought "Sigma has to be a beast at playing cards" which would mean a very intense game from both parts and 👀 then I told a friend (hi Mune) and long story short I had a new wip idea

[void-kissed]

Good morning!! I hope that everyone has a good day today~

I woke up with the idea of writing out Vanea and Citri’s first meeting, so I might maybe work on that when I get back later (since I know we’re going out this morning). I’ll definitely have to try and get my head around how that whole part goes in the game again, since the only cutscene I can think of is quite mysterious and foreshadow-y, but I think it could be fun to write! Not only is there a lot of opportunity for some fun descriptions, but it’d also just be nice to be able to make something for this selfship again, especially considering I still don’t have a Vanea model so I can’t make any renders in the way that I would normally.

[gothamsfinestdummy]

This might have happened before, but I think It’d be kinda cool if, around halloween (and leading to it), Scarecrow took over local candy factories in Gotham and altered the candy ingredients so they would be like edibles with his fear toxin. Literally about everyone in Gotham would be tripping SO hard. That’d be a neat story to me, I think

[vitiateoriginator]

I wish I were still young enough to go trick or treating

[cold-neon-ocean]

A bit of a random Baatar/Kuvira headcanon I’ve thought about a lot~ 

In pretty much every fanfic I’ve read that involved them playing Pai Sho in any capacity, the stance literally across all of them is that she beats him at the game all the time with little effort. And tbh I personally think the opposite would be true~ I actually don’t think long term strategy is Kuvira’s strong suit. She’s more geared towards thinking in the moment, processing what’s directly in front of her than looking further beyond it. Like let’s be honest, her plan to march on Republic City was an asinine one. Making yourself the simultaneous enemy of all the other nations at once is- to put it lightly, a fucking stupid as hell move. She’s impatient and reckless, she just happens to be very good at what she does and has a strong military support system which does a lot of heavy lifting with her plans most of the time. Pai So is a game about the long term strategy, and thinking 8 steps ahead of your opponent, which is where I feel Baatar would excel the most. Baatar has more the opposite mindset of Kuvira. Where she’s looking at the immediate battles, he’s contemplating the war as a whole so to speak. Being so paranoid about his image and legacy, he’s constantly charting the points of his life ahead far into the future. Judging and weighing possible actions, their outcomes, and how that effects the chain down the line. No one could argue that in hand to hand and immediate situations, Kuvira knows exactly how she wants to go about things, but in the long term? Not really so much. She’d easily get impatient sitting at the game board trying to plot ahead; rather she just takes quick actions she can see directly in front of her in an attempt to brute force her way through, meanwhile Baatar is more than happy to sit for long periods of time to plot his course and additional strategies in emergency cases.

All that to say I’m of the opinion that Baatar would play circles around her in Pai Sho and she can’t stand it(affectionately because he always makes up for her frustrating losses afterwards in some way~) 

[thecoolertails]

the only thing i don't really like about signalis is the really basic anime art style for characters but most of the in-game assets look nice enough that it doesn't matter

[designernishiki]

next task on my trophy crusade is winning all the climax battles and so far I’ve won all of them except the ultimate section and hoo boy. let me tell you. my hands fucking Hurt