#Man this was a short ending :'3

[lowkeyclueless5137]

The Old Cathedral IV

:v

Hewo!

This is the last part of the cathedral arc apparently. :'3

What we will cover:

-the calling card

-the boss fight

-a bit of insight into the guest list for the party

Let's keep it short! So we can get to the boss fight and kick sum ass! :3

Now onto the action!

In the afternoon after the day where they decided to send the calling card, there was a chatter in between people around, while Akira was passing by the courthouse.

When he asked a passer by about it, they replied that some punks decided to mess up with a court room by sticking some sort of calling cards in the room: the doors, rails and especially the desk of the judge. How did they get inside overnight was a mistery and also the cameras weren't able to catch anyone. Akira also finds a stray calling card through the mass from there. Apparently they were stuck on the front door too. Flipping it, he could read the message:

'Taka Koizumi, Unholy Preacher of Greed. It has come to our attention your ways of operating. All of the illegal acts and lies you used for your own satisfaction will meet their end just how you ended so many innocents's lives. Therefore we have no option than to steal those desires, making you confess to all of your sins.'

Akira calls Ryuji like: 'Ryuji, where the kids at?!'.

Ryuji did say that he was currently going through some papers and that classes finished half a hour ago. He does ask why.

Akira 'they grow up so fast' Kurusu everyone... U-U9

Meanwhile, in the palace, the group reached the said treasure when the 'ceremony' was commencing. Yet now, at the treasure, guards were placed, much like the palace ruler himself.

The ceremony apparently was 'moved' in here. Money truly were a weapon to venerate in here...

Or more like blessing as the palace ruler declared. He was the diety of the courtroom and money were the sacrifice and blessing anyone chased for. For the right place, in court, time could be twisted, places renamed, people could dissappear and appear.

And that made Axe to charge forward, blade up and ready to slice down that bastard.

Except that the instruments formed a wall and pushed him out.

And so, the palace ruler became all of gold, lavishly reminiscent of a renaissance depiction of a diety, while the guards were angels. One with a shield and the other with a sword. The palace ruler had a balance in one hand and in the other some money.

And boy was it a tiresome fight. The instruments were a simple first wave, but the angels write controlled by the balance of the ruler. Each side of the balance corresponded with an angel. When money were put on a side, the angel in question would either attack or increase defence.

They needed a distraction for the angels so they could take that balance. And Heart was perfect for it, by climbing up using the instruments and banging the gigantic bell, making the angels to kneel due to the 'holy sound'.

In that short notice, the balance was simpler to break, therefore rendering the angels useless. And now only the palace ruler was left. It was a long battle due to the endurance of the boss itself, but without the angels and with the bell still covering any cry for help from the ruler, it was only a one way ticket to win.

~~~~~~~~

"You can't do this to me!" the ruler, now weaker, cried as he holded close and tight the gigantic book which was the treasure.

"I may be a greedy bastard as well..." Kraken mused, gun in hand.

BANG!

The warning shot was fired, cracking a window, in which the bullet was aimed at. "But you are a disgust even for someone like me." "I-I can do better! I can be a good f-"

BANG!

Another shot, this time towards the ceiling. "I don't want a father figure... No one wants to hear empty words..." The white haired thief mused.

"Then I believe you don't want to hear about that horrid creature..."

Kraken again was ready to cock the gun, when Axe stopped him. "What creature?" Rose inquired.

The palace ruler smiled with a cocky aura. "wouldn't you like to know? There is this little monster... Grey like ash... Was roaming around... I welcomed it as it seemed to not attack the holy objects... Yet it's hunger was never tamed... And it left..." The man tiredly said as his body began to dissappear slowly.

"grey? Wasn't it black? You liar!" Axe gripped onto his weapon. "No! It was grey... The black one was caught when it murdered the priests... Currently it resided in my dungeon before escaping and running away..." The shadow mused.

"you might want to avoid both of them..." and with that, the ruler dissappeared completely.

"Let's get outta here!" Spade demanded as the tower started to wobble and crumble. "the treasure tho..." Kraken dragged onto the book, Draco and knight helping out.

"get on, Mona! We need a lift!" Heart threw the cat in the air as the Monabus dropped and everyone got in, Axe in the driver seat. "HIT IT!" Flame demanded as Axe slammed his foot onto the gas pedal, making the bus to let out a cry as speed up towards the broken window.

It was a colective yelling as the Monabus landed on the roof of the cathedral, Axe spinning the wheel in a frenzy and the vehicle spun as well, falling off the cathedral and landing in a bush on the garden, with everyone groaning.

"Just... Let's get out of here..." "on it, leader..." Kraken mumbled.

~~~~~~~~

Back in the real world, the group was still groaning, thankfully Akira being the one who found them.

The gigantic book was now only a simple book cover box. Opening it, the boys found a whole lot of gems and stones. They thought they could make a fortune.

Keyword: thought

Akira tells them that those were cheap glass props. And here they thought they could make a fortune. :'3c

Nonetheless, he takes the kids to LeBlanc all. Azul was the one who kept on the said box. It was a cheap box, so they couldn't pawn it for a considerable sum.

Upon group decision, Azul was the one who would keep it. It would make for a nice decoration tho. :3

Although the small celebration was short. They wanted to party a bit, but the other palace was a tad bit too important, given that Cheeka knew about the possible deadline, aka when Leona would leave Japan.

So now, since 5th of June was close, the group decided to party on the same night with the said lavish party.

After that, the topic shifted to the party itself. Malleus and Kalim were the guests, while Jamil was Kalim's plus one. Epel was salty af that Azul was their mom's special guest. Mrs Ashengrotto was the one who provided catering, so she(as the owner of the whole thing) had an invitation as a guest, which was given to Azul. Azul didn't have any plus one tho. :'3

But still, Ace is that lil shit who asked Malleus how is his preparations for party going. Malleus proudly says that his fit is ready and he will so gonna have fun. The group wants to get fit checks tho. :3

Now the group is playing the waiting game. While they were confident in their heist, still there was that doubt.

But also now Azul/Kraken won't be helping them anymore. Epel tho, was more than excited to go and kick more ass.

So for now, the group played the waiting game.

Wop! Now it is time for the intermission :3c

Which yep! It will cover the party! :D

It was kind of short... But meh... :'3

Until next time! Buh bye! :3

[citrus-soda]

i recalled keroro gunso exists the other day (but could only really remember the designs of the main 5 aliens) so I did a messy redesign of em for practice and funsies <3

[sn0wbat]

of course i had to do the hair meme with him too

[faith-thee-slayer]

faith lehane // how i could just kill a man!

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF TUCHANKA: TURIAN PLATOON

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, EDI, and Lt. Tarquin Victus With: Lt. Steve Cortez and The Ninth Turian Platoon Decisions like these weigh heavy on me- when I was a General, I could pass them up the chain of command. But now? I'm all I've got. I'm beginning to understand why leaders so often seem lonely... Worst case scenarios aren't just theories- they're what you'll be dealing with five minutes from now. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[familyofpaladins]

Me: I have this idea for a fic! I think it will be about 9-10k words! A good amount! Not too little not too much!

*10k words later*

Me: .... I'm only half done. Haha... ha O_O

[e-adlirez]

Wellerman is stuck in my head so

So yes they are singing Wellerman in front of the campfire, they are vibing ✨

[altruistic-meme]

so i need 1600 words by tonight ;;;; oh boy;;;; wish me luck

[aq2003]

series 3 is so frustrating because there is like a shining core of pure diamond underneath the problems . like conceptually it rocks so incredibly hard. but the problems

[catgirlkirigiri]

World's most normal family

[bumblingbabooshka]

‘tis i, nonbinary transfem tuvok enthusiast and recently i’ve been pondering the dynamic between her and transmasc b’elanna torres…. i love thinking of them having long conversations together about gender and cultural histories and their life paths and mental issues (real)

also tuvok’s quote of “there is nothing wrong in choosing to live” would be such an emotional statement to tell b’elanna who canonically has depression (they just like me fr). anyways these are my thoughts today take care my friend!! <3

I don't personally see Tuvok as being a positive person for B'Elanna to talk to about much of anything personal without like, some sort of change to how they interact with one another since I think he'd both intentionally and unintentionally antagonize her BUT I can absolutely see them looking at each other and feeling the gender envy even before they know what that particular sensation is. Knowing B'Elanna I bet she'd worry she has some kind of weird crush on him hehehe~ Someone starts a group for queer members of the crew to meet but it seems like more of a dating thing and they're all human and no one else is trans so B'Elanna leaves and runs into Tuvok and is like "Oh! I didn't see you in there." because it's common knowledge by this point that Tuvok's trans but Tuvok just does that 'obviously.' look and goes "...No." so B'Elanna leaves her alone but they happen to run into each other next week and the week after and it eventually becomes an unofficial thing and it's a real rollercoaster. It's a real russian roulette of what kind of a time you're gonna have - sometimes it ends in a fight and sometimes it ends in the most insightful realization you'll ever have. Such is life on Voyager... Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day too~!!

[daydadahlias]

Have you seen that insta live from like 2017/2018 from ash where he is singing wicked game, that ashton makes me go😩😵‍💫😻

UHM DO YOU MEAN ONE OF MY FAVORITE VIDEOS OF ALL TIME??

[duckbang]

Two Dots

Two dots form a line. Two electrons form a bond. Two people form a friendship.

It gets a bit more complicated after that.

Three dots don't make two lines. They can make three, or they can make one. But three electrons don't form three bonds. They form a free radical - well, they can make two bonds in certain circumstances, look at diborane, but banana bonding is weird… it isn’t exactly a three electron bond either. Three people still form a friendship, but it can be tilted, and as they say, three is a crowd.

Where the laws of gravity devised a smooth dance between two planets, between three it is chaotic loops of who will be kicked out first. With three comes the chaos that two had successfully covered in its simplicity.

There were three of us. Me, my brother, and my sister. And well, there is our dad - single and adoptive- and our honorary aunt, who has no relation to our dad apart from friendship. But the three of us were together from the start, since before we met the adults we call family.

We're not three anymore. We could be, we still talk to each other, through telepathy if not face to face. But we aren't together anymore. My brother and sister live together, in a remote, almost inaccessible location. One could go there, but the trip is harsh and not at all forgiving. I live with my dad and aunt, helping them with work.

But right now I stand on a stage, to give an interview with the news stations, one that is not related to dad's research but to my own. I started out helping with his work, but over time my interest deviated to researching animal behaviour within and without their herds (or flocks, or whatever the groups of specific animals are called). There's a hierarchy in both pack animals and lone dwellers. It is challenged often, but the top boss is the top, and not easily defeated. No matter how hard the planets try, they can't make the sun revolve around them. (Well, in a way, the sun does revolve around them. Its the pack leader’s job to make sure their pack is safe. Its a position that comes with both power and responsibility.)

My aunt stands to the side of the stage, hidden by the curtains. I glance at her before turning back to the press. My latest paper created a buzz, for reasons I don't quite understand. It was obvious, wasn't it..? "I simply find it surprising that no one has written anything about it yet, so after detailed research I decided to do it myself," I say in response to a question.

It took years to get enough data. 

"You taught a gryphon how to write with a pencil."

The gryphon in question is, of course, the brilliant silver and earth coloured beast sleeping on the stage, unbothered by the lights and noise. I met it in the beginning stages of my research, when we were scouring out the dry canyons the species calls home. Gryphons aren't pack animals, they prefer to stay alone, but at the same time they're not territorial and let other members of the species prowl and hunt in their area. Mine was a youngling at the time, possibly separated from its mother, because gryphon parents do not look for lost children. I decided to take it in, a decision I have never come to regret.

"It has been known for a long time that gryphon intelligence is comparable to, if not exceeding, human intelligence. It should not come as that great of a surprise," I point out gently. 

Their body design is different from humans, but with specialised tools and lots of practice and explanation it was able to hold a pencil, and with a few more months of work it managed to write it's name on a large sheet, and it was readable.

Maybe that could be a strategy used to help children with learning disabilities, I muse, but don't say it out loud. It's not my area of expertise, but maybe I'll bring it up with a teacher later. Journalists are not good people to discuss things like this with. 

My sister's presence makes itself known via a slight pressure on the back of my head, silently asking if I'm free. Wait, I tell her. Not right now.

I feel her nod as she retreats further into the back, enough that I can focus, but she's clearly interested in what I'm doing. I don't blame her. I'll never get bored of my job either. 

"Look at it this way," I say in response to a question I didn't entirely hear, "Gryphons don't see other members of their species as threats. They challenge each other for territory, yes, but they share their resources. The hierarchy is more of a gradient than a stepcase, with the largest and oldest member of the species usually at the top of it." And its often hard to tell who that is, it took me close to a year to find the leaders of the respective areas I focused on.

Even mine, who had started off obeying commands without question, had become more assertive as it grew older and larger. And now it is bigger than me, our mutual understanding and the gryphon nature being the only things keeping it obedient. Still, it was smart, and would refuse to do a task if it sensed that the job would harm someone, friend or stranger. 

My brother's presence curls around in my subconscious as I keep speaking, curiosity and warning intermixing as he decides to not detract my attention and talks to our sister instead. "Gryphons have been seen to treat even those who hurt them with compassion and kindness, and it is only in extraordinary situations that they seriously injure anyone. We could certainly learn something from that."

A babble of indignation meets my statement. “Humans are perfect,” they say, furious. “We don't need to learn from dumb animals.”

Both of my siblings bristle on hearing them.

I do, too, but keep my composure as I narrow my eyes.

"Humans have often killed each other over minor misunderstandings. Is that what you call perfect?"

No species is perfect. Human capacity to understand and adapt our behaviour is unmatched, so it gives us more avenues to grow. It is a shame that even 'simpler' animals like dogs, then, outmatch us in understanding, cooperation, and compassion.

Once, before I started working as a researcher, before we started living separately, the three of us decided to follow a pack of wild dogs to see where they would go. We were old enough to be trusted alone by then, and with school being on vacation we didn't have anything to worry about. So we packed our bags with enough food and clothes to last us a week and set off behind the pack.

It was an interesting experience. But what stood out to me most then, and even now, was how they made sure no member of their pack was left behind, and if one was injured they would slow their pace considerably so it could keep up. Gryphons don't do that, but they're not exactly social species. That was the incident that kicked off my interest in behaviour research in the wild, instead of trained behaviours in the lab.

Sure, my gryphon knows how to write, but it is a lab animal. I taught it mainly just to see what would happen, as with the landshark we taught to buy groceries.

I should probably take up researching dogs behaviour again, but for the foreseeable future Gryphons have a chokehold on my research. The latter is also what I tell a reporter asking what's next for my work, and after answering a few more questions and dodging those about my family, the conference moves on to some other scientists I forget the name of. But I'm free to leave or stay now, as I wish. I decide to stay, finally getting time to talk to my siblings who've been waiting for about an hour now.

It must be serious, if they decided to wait. 

So, she projects, amusement laced in her voice, You know how two dots form a line?

I don't have the patience for this, I decide immediately.

Well, I was thinking, and you can't have a combination of points that makes exactly two lines, if you want to connect all of them. Two dots form one line, but three form three, or one, and four form four or three or one, and so on, but no assortment makes two. That's weird, isn't it?

I thought you hated maths? my brother replies.

Get to the point, I tell her as I take the complimentary lunch box the organisers had so thoughtfully put together. Is the number of lines really that important?

I do, I was just thinking. And well... There really isn't any point. I just thought it was weird.

And here I thought it was something serious, I think. Unfortunately they pick up on my thoughts.

Aw, you worry about me? my sister teases as I settle down to eat.

Not if you keep being annoying like that, I respond. My brother laughs at that.

With that sorted out by tracking down a mathematician or two who were free to talk to my sister and giving them her address - which, again, directed them to an almost inaccessible area, and with my gryphon finally awake enough to fly us back to our home, I decided to finally head out of the conference hall. The sky, already orange and pink from the setting sun on one side and fading to the deep blue of night on the other, cloudless and the air without much in the way of wind, stood perfect for flying. My gryphon's wings reflected the fading light of the sun as we rose into the air, turning to gold from silver and the deep browns gave it a brilliant shaded look. It was a work of art, through and through. 

It takes two people to form a friendship, two souls for a connection. I know it's silly, but I've never felt more connected to anyone more than my silver and earth gryphon. Even my siblings, and we can talk to each other through telepathy, never made me feel the same way as simply being with my gryphon does. I ruffle the soft feathers on its back, feathers that almost look like fur from a distance, so soft and small. I have never regretted bringing it home with me, even if it does challenge me for my bedroom sometimes. 

I space out during the flight, almost falling asleep to the beating of its heart and the occasional flap of its wings. There's no danger of falling, my gryphon is a graceful and careful flyer. As such, with the last rays of the sun dipping below the horizon and the only thing lighting up the sky being a pale twilight, I doze off, trusting my friend to keep both of us safe. 

[kelpiemomma]

My problem is when I like an oc I imagine them everywhere

which means I'm now rolling khan around in the tlou verse

[lesbianlenas]

the way that my friend texted me before like i think there might be a lesbian in my program bc there was this girl w a rainbow pride pin on her bag & then 20 mins later she found her on social media & saw she had a bf and is straight & she sent me this i 😭😭😭