#but also i don't remember are they really related

[ethosiab]

Anything slabtek? 👉👈 Would be super interested to see them from your sci-fi au!!

hi jammmm <3 you get 3 scifi au slabteks because i got really in the groove. and some related facts below so they're not completely contextless bc i want to ramble

(Img 1) theyre actually room-mates in the au because im a sucker for that lol. After etho had recovered from the injuries that erm. Made pause and Beef think he was dead, he stayed in a room provided by the foundation for a few weeks while he sorted himself out a little. That... wasn't working completely, he was kind of a mess since his memory was all fucked up and his entire support system had fallen from underneath him. Tango, who knew etho a little from some work they'd done together in the past, and who took over for ethos duties quite a bit while he was getting back on his feet, offered him a place in his apartment so etho would have a stable place to stay and not have the foundation on his back about finding a home all the time.

Etho only intended for it to be a short arrangement, he didnt know tango that well and he doesnt know all of what tango knows about him because he can't remember the past few months of his life. It just became easy, is all, because tango spends a lot of time away from home while on work trips, and needs someone to mind the house. So it became a little more permanent, and they settled into a routine with each other.

God knows they both have horrible self care when it comes to sleep schedules and overworking and forgetting to eat, so they tend to be able to keep each other accountable when they're both home.

Etho sleeps on tangos couch still, but its one of those ones that pulls out into a bed, so its really fine.

I don't know how long it takes Joel to figure out that these guys live together but its gotta be a slightly comically long time

(img 2) The Citadel is Tango's ship that he maintains, and while it's not technically his, he's worked for the company long enough and is such a good pilot/mechanic that he's kind of got that guarantee that he'll be the one flying and in charge of maintaining it on jobs

which also means he can get away with some modifications that he wouldn't otherwise be able to, given he's trusted. some of them are straight up illegal, some of them are simply in breach of contracts that state he's meant to get approval before making modifications

He doesn't intend to tell Etho about these at first (because duh step 1 to not getting caught is not telling anyone), but when he gives Etho a proper tour of the ship, Etho notices. Instead of telling tango off or accusing him of sabotaging the foundation, however, Etho's just mostly curious about the modifications themselves. I would consider this the stage at which their friendship really starts to blossom, where tangos been more vulnerable with etho as well.

(Img 3) closer to immediately pre-canon theyre very comfortable around each other :] its not just tangos apartment anymore, its their apartment, and its ethos home too.

Doesnt stop them from always making jokes about tango coming back from a trip to find the place upside down (etho probably has played a few pranks on him before where he'll shift around some of tangos carefully organised chaos and time how long it takes him to realise when he gets back)

So uh. Theyre room-mates. Housemates. Not solely friends, not labelled a QPR. And if you ask them if they're dating they'll both get really uncomfortable and ungracefully switch the topic <3

[tuckboroughdays]

SPORTS AND GAMES IN THE SHIRE (and MIDDLE EARTH) ── .✦

so there are some sports and games that, i think, hobbits practice. and maybe it is common in the rest of middle earth too ??

SPORTS !!

first of all, the old version of football : the SOULE (or choule). yall probably never heard about it and it is normal, because it is a french sport. to make it short, it's the same rules than football, and it is played with, or without a stick or a club (dk how we call it in english). the ball is made of leather filled with straw or bran.

╰┈➤probably common to all folks because the rules are really simple (putting a ball into the opposing team's goal). i have the headcanon that the fellowship played football at the beginning of their journey omg, like Boromir for example

im 100% sure that hobbits practice ice skating. lakes probably freeze during hard winters. according to some searches i've made, the first ice skates were in fact made of animals bones for the blades, and were tied to feet with straps. it was hard to have a good balance with that, then people used a stick to stay standing.

╰┈➤the first ice skates were invented in order to hunt. then this notion is probably common to all, but the folks do not use it for the same purposes (having fun or hunting)

the hobbits that live near the Brandywine practice swimming. (this is canon). and others hobbits are scared of water and consider them as odd. im sure that, Merry is a really good swimmer, and he learned Pip to swim. maybe Frodo has some basic skills because he lived with Merry during his childhood (but his parents drowned then, bc of a possible trauma, he never swam again idk). and Sam probably never swam.

╰┈➤depends of the location but im sure that men-folk can swim.

the Took family invented golf. i could see this as a worldly sport, i mean, it is probably played during a tea party or smth

╰┈➤golf is specific to hobbits because the rules are quite unique. but maybe that a sport or activity that involves putting a small ball in a hole in the ground is also known somewhere else.

in ROTK Pippin tells Bergil that hobbits know some wrestling stuff. (idk if he says that as a joke, because just after he laughs). if it is true, it's really not violent wrestling. maybe just a game with the purpose of putting the other on the ground

GAMES !!

chess and draughts/checkers !!! it is canon bc we see in the first movie that some Hobbits are playing a board game like this. and in the ROTK book iirc Pippin talks about a chessboard or smth

╰┈➤ i'm sure everyone knows these games in Middle Earth.

aaaand i don't remember the others help 💀🤚

i think i will do some headcanons about the four hobbits and their relation with these sports :3

[kororome]

Help Finding A Fic

Hello! Just looking for some help finding a fic.

From what I can remember it was a bat-family fic where Bruce forgot he was Batman and and anything related to being a vigilante. I don't exactly remember why, I think it was some sort of brain block? I think the other members of the Justice League where also effected.

Anyway he finds out Jason is alive and is super emotional, and happy he's alive and everything. However the rest of the fam tries to separate them and convince Bruce Jason is a bad guy and he's Red Hood. But Bruce really sticks up for him. It leads to the fam confronting Jason and talking and they end up working together to try and figure out what's going on...? I remember being invested in the story but not being able to read the ending. I'd like to go back to it and see if it's done! I was wondering if anyone remembers reading anything like this? I swear I've scoured AO3 with what I think the tags were but I'm not having any luck...

[starstruck-sillies]

[ * We had a really interesting conversation with someone about this, and it really made us want to talk about it more because it put a big part of our discomfort with endogenics and how they treat CDD systems into words. ]

[ * The question that started this whole thing was "why are people insisting that system is a medical term and should be CDD exclusive?" So we explained our personal view, that while it isn't medical and has a muddied history, the community as a whole started with CDD systems to begin with, and we want at least a few terms related to plurality to be CDD exclusive, with system being one of them. This lead to a super interesting conversation about how endos tend to be a bit obsessed with using all the same terms CDD systems do. ]

[ * One thing we see a lot in pro endo spaces is the insistence that anything CDD systems have, endos should to. Every term, every space, every discussion, all of it, we see a lot of (pro) endos insisting that endos should be involved too. ]

[ * When we made posts talking about our bad experiences with pro endo spaces, we immediately were told we need to include the fact that (pro) endos have bad experiences with anti endo spaces too and that anti endo spaces aren't perfect either, despite that it was one single post on this topic we made that didn't include it. The one time we don't, the point we were trying to get at was ignored because we didn't include (pro) endos in it. An anti endo makes a term specifically for CDD systems only? Endos immediately complain that they aren't included with this. Someone makes a post about CDD experiences? Chances are, an endo ends up making it about them. Someone mentions there needing to be more research into CDDs? Someone else says "Don't forget endos too!!" Someone makes a space for CDD systems only? People complain that endos aren't included. Even people we see saying that it's fine for there to be separate terms and spaces for CDD systems, they later say that they're only okay with spaces being separated by this and such, not CDD and non-CDD. Every time CDD systems do, make, or say something involving their systems, endos tend to insert themselves into the conversation. ]

[ * It's an odd obsession that I've noticed, and it's nice that I'm not the only one that notices it. It really does feel like endos want to seem involved with CDD systems in everything, like they want to seem similar to us in everything. I remember one time we got anons saying that system is "just a word" and that it's "not a problem if endos use it too" which is something I see a lot of (pro) endos saying. Which begs the question, why is it only "just a word" when we want it to be exclusive? If it's "just a word" why are you so obsessed with wanting to use it? ]

[ * They compared it to the situation with cripplepunk. For those that don't know, cripplepunk, also called cpunk (since "cripple" is a slur for the physically disabled) is exclusively for physically disabled people. Meaning that able-bodied ND/mentally disabled people aren't welcomed into cripplepunk spaces, as it's focused on specifically physical disability and the discrimination they face in particular. However, despite there being alternative terms/spaces made specifically for able-bodied ND people to use, eg. neuropunk, madpunk, and autipunk, many still try to get into cripplepunk spaces anyway, insisting it's for them too. While they are disabled too, and deserve spaces to talk about their disability and the ableism they face as a result of it, the ableism that people face does vary depending on whether they're physically or mentally disabled. There are similarities into the abeism both face, like being deemed "broken" or "useless", but there's still differences between them that are important to talk about and acknowledge, and there should be separation of language and spaces for it, while still having plenty of shared language and spaces. ]

[ * This comparison really stuck out to me, and I love it really. It perfectly describes how I feel about this, seeing endos so obsessed with sharing everything with CDD systems, and inserting themselves in everything involving us. It really helped us put into words why we think this obsession is so odd, and I feel like it's not only a very interesting conversation to have, but also an important one. ]

-Splotch

[thenexusofsouls]

"Because..." Xenos thought about how to explain it, his eyes moving this way and that as if the words would be written somewhere in the air around him. "Because... don't just... see you. I... feel you... too. Your... life," no that wasn't the right word, "...your... spirit. Energy. It's... a little... sad... but strong... and... good." He hoped he was making some sense to her, because he really was not very good with words.

He nodded, for it had indeed been a surprise to have someone enter his protective dome. "Never happened... before," he said. When she mentioned the sorcerer not being able to get inside himself, Xenos shrugged. "Different magic. Made... of... different energy. Do... different things. Not... com-... compatible." Which then of course meant that he was implying that his magic and Wanda's was compatible. It would make sense as to how she was able to enter the dome, but beyond that, he wasn't sure why that would be.

What worried him, was what Wanda said about Stephen being... very powerful. "Think... he will... try to capture me?" Xenos asked, but it was less a confrontational thing and more him voicing a fear of his. "Reminds me... of... the one... who... trapped me," he said, hoping that he wasn't insulting one of her good friends, but the fear was still there nonetheless and difficult for him to ignore.

"Sweet?" he asked, his eyebrow rising and his smile turning bright. "Think... I'm sweet?" No one had ever called him half the things that Wanda had before, and he was starting to really develop an attachment to her because of that. He could get used to being treated with such kindness and affection, he thought. "I think... you... are sweet," he insisted, "and... will... never hurt you."

Not only did Xenos like the way Wanda touched him, he also loved her description of him, like he was a little cat nearly ready to start purring. His smile grew as he looked at her, and then he did something he couldn't remember if he'd ever done before. He laughed. It was an innocent, genuinely amused, happy laugh. Laughing wasn't something that came naturally to his species, and yet... it did to the body he was inhabiting. Every so often, the memory contained in that body affected him, just as he was affecting it. Right now... his body wanted to laugh, and so he did. "Wish... I could touch... your face, but..." he looked at his hands. "Cold..." He didn't want to shock her or to make her feel unpleasant, even if she was willing to let him touch her cheek.

He nodded as she explained about Thor, his eyes widening with interest to hear that he was apparently a prince. Xenos didn't understand all that much about human hierarchies, but he did know some of the major ones like king, queen, prince, princess, and lord. Thor sounded like an interesting person he'd like to meet, especially since he apparently came from another world. Xenos could certainly relate.

As he explained about his unusual coloration, he noticed Wanda's hand hovering over his arm. Was she afraid to touch him, or did she just not want to be rude, he wondered? "Can touch," he encouraged. "Trust you," he reminded her with a soft smile. It was amazing how comfortable he was becoming with being touched by her when he'd been so isolated from touch - by choice - for so long. It was wonderful that she liked the black color of some of his skin, since it was usually so off-putting to most other people. When she asked if he didn't like it, he shrugged. "It... scares humans. Causes..." He thought for a moment. "...b-bad attention... for me. Unkind... attention."

- - - - -

"He's an incorporeal creature from the Shadowlands. It's a lesser dark dimension parallel to our own," Stephen announced without preamble, having stepped through a portal and straight into the common kitchen of the Avengers compound, where Steve and Tony were having lunch.

"Sandwich?" Tony offered.

"Thank you, no. That body he has isn't his own. He's been fused together with it, becoming like... a replacement soul for it," Stephen continued, undaunted. "The only reason it hasn't died around him is because his life force is sustaining it like a magically-powered biological machine."

"And how exactly do you know all of this?" Tony asked.

Stephen tossed an old, heavy tome onto the table, causing a tub of Philadelphia cream cheese to jump and tip over. "I read fast."

"Hey, c'mon, have some respect for the condiments..." Tony said with annoyance, righting the tub of cheese again.

"According to this book, there was a cult in the Middle Ages that attempted to summon, trap, and then enslave these creatures for the purpose of committing atrocities in the name of their dark god," Stephen explained. "This tome explains the history of the cult and the rituals they performed. Most of the rituals failed, with the creatures escaping the trap or the bodies of their human hosts decaying out from under them over time, setting them free again. There were exactly nine failures before their only success, a male named they called Xenokratos."

"Xenos..." Tony said.

"Exactly," Stephen said. "I've read up on the process and what the resulting slave looked like, and I assume I don't have to tell you that the description fits our odd friend to a T."

"Wait, so you're... you're telling me this guy is as old as the Middle Ages?" Tony asked.

"Older. Way older. This thing is ancient. Just the body it's trapped in is from the Middle Ages. The book doesn't say who the human host was before he was killed so his body could be... reinhabited. The cult probably didn't care," Stephen explained.

"What happened to the cult?" Tony asked.

"Xenokratos murdered his handler after he acclimated enough to the binding magic to be able to break free of it. He was never seen again. The others were eventually found out and executed by one of the local lords for using Xenokratos to decimate one of his towns in an offering to their god," Stephen said, staring at Tony and Steve intently. "Wanda's new pal Xenos really packs a punch."

Tony looked between them. "Okay... so... what's our play?"

"Keep him happy. Very happy. Unless you want him leveling entire cities. Or, I can try to contain him. That... may or may not go well, but if I can contain him, there's a chance I can send him back to his own dimension," Stephen said.

what are you afraid of? (Xenos)

Xenos should never have come this close to this developed of a human city. Even wandering the suburbs of New York City had been a trial for him, with car horns blaring, people yelling, and a sense of too many things moving around him all at once. But once he'd reached deep into the city, he knew he'd made a mistake. There was a stark lack of awareness from the people walking around him. Some bumped into him without warning while others simply seemed to have no spatial awareness whatsoever. There were even more car horns, and more yelling, and Xenos felt his chest tightening from the stress of it all.

Soon, he couldn't breathe, and try as he might to get out of there, it seemed the more he walked, the deeper into the city he embedded himself. "Back!" Xenos shouted to someone who had bumped into him hard, pushing him away with one of his hands.

"Hey man, screw you!" the human said to him as he kept on walking.

He hadn't realized that he'd wandered into a roadway until he was almost hit by a car. It screeched to a halt and Xenos lifted his hands to cover his ears as the sound of the car's horn blared so loudly he thought he would die. "Get away!" he yelled, and it happened. His magic lashed out, creating a dome of isolation around him, encompassing the entire block. Everything went silent, for he'd removed all the humans from within the dome, leaving them outside its invisible border. Inside, he left the animals and insects for they did not bother him, but the cars, trucks and buses were now uninhabited, turned off, still.

The silence was wonderful, and he felt the tension begin to release him. The dome's barrier kept out the sounds of the surrounding city, as well as those of the angry and confused humans who had been moved from their vehicles, or who could no longer pass down the street because of the invisible barrier. While Xenos paced back and forth in the middle of the street, slowly calming himself, people outside the dome where already calling emergency services and police, angry and scared by what had occurred.

The Avengers were called in.

Xenos moved inside a building, where it was dim and peaceful, taking deep breaths as he slowly wandered around. This was better. Much better. He didn't care or even realize the disruption he'd just caused within a major human city.

Outside, people were telling tales of a strange man who had somehow made invisible walls in the city, not fully understanding what all had happened. When the Avengers arrived, they were met with a large block of New York City that looked... empty, uninhabited. Cars left abandoned, doors to buildings left open. It looked like something out of a zombie apocalypse... but where were the zombies?

Steve couldn't punch through the wall. Tony's repulsors couldn't penetrate it either. They couldn't even see what it was they were trying to knock down. But not all members of the team were as hindered by the magical barrier as the rest...

Xenos knew the moment someone had entered the dome, and he twitched with the sensation of his magic being disturbed. Perplexed, for this had never happened before, he walked to the door of the building and peered out. A human was there... but how? No human should be able to defy his magic. None ever had before. He watched her from afar for a bit, until it seemed that she was, either intentionally or inadvertently, headed right for him. Did she know he was there? No, no, she could not. Humans lacked such senses, he knew, especially in this time. The sorcerers of old were all but gone from the world now, or... or at least Xenos hadn't encountered any for a very long time.

Slowly, he stepped out of the building and onto the sidewalk, his body tilting awkwardly to the right as his head did the same, as though he was trying to size her up and see her better. When she spoke to him, he recoiled suddenly from the sound of her voice. He didn't take steps back from her, but rather only leaned back, his head snapping backward a bit as a dog or cat might do if they were startled while curiously trying to get the scent of something. He thought about her words for some time before responding.

"Not afraid," he said, but his voice was barely there. He couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken to anyone to any real capacity, and his voice suffered from a lack of use. He didn't think it was loud enough for communication purposes, so he tried again. "Not... afraid." Xenos put up his hand almost as if he was making a wait a minute motion with it, but moved it up and down, as though pressing some imaginary buzzer in the air, his fingers outstretched. He was merely thinking of the right word, his head turning this way and that like the word might suddenly be floating in the air somewhere he could see. "Overwhelmed," he finally decided upon. "The city is... too much." His hands found his head and he swayed a bit, as thought he was in pain. "So I have expelled it... from this space." He then made a pushing away motion with both his hands, moving them out from his body.

But then Xenos' head tilted again, his face obscured by the draping hood of his long coat. "How...?" he asked, pointing back in the direction she came. "How... did you enter?"

[starlingfawn]

as i watched you return from the rising water's edge

[remcadll]

Wow crazy how it’s been two months since mha ended. what the hell was that btw

[wewontbesleeping]

"I've never wanted to make an album full of happy songs. I don't think that's ever going to happen."

[startswith0]

Shinichi : these are a few of my favourite things!

Football/soccer!

Detective mystery novels!

Singing! Even tho he's tone-deaf

And, Ran Mouri! 🌸🌸

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! It's winter again which means my annual search for lotion I am not allergic to is back on (aka my hands are dry and I want to find better lotion lol) Currently, I use Aveeno, the one with oats I can never remember the name of. I am not allergic to it but it's not super effective for me, so I'm once again looking for a different lotion option - I am allergic to coconut, macadamia nut, almond, and cinnamon (and vinegar but I doubt that would be in lotion) - I am not allergic to but my asthma is triggered by mint, any menthol-adjacent anything, cedar, sandalwood...basically any "wood" smells or fake musk smells, and most essential oils. Also fake "sweet" smells - I can usually handle citrus scents better than other scents in things like lotions and soaps without wheezing, but any strong enough scent can be an issue

If you happen to have a lotion, especially a hand lotion, that you think would work for me please let me know! I know it's a long shot but I thought it was worth asking

[dixidin]

NO TIME TO TALK ABOUT ME PULLING AN ALL NIGHTER AND ME POSTING THIS CRAZY LATE PRESSURE IS TRENDING

And yes, I did forget his esca and such, but in my defense I was too focused on fish man. beard...

(Also light reminder that I'm taking free art commissions currently :3)

[majimasleftasscheek]

Do you have any plans to make stickers? Bc my god would I KILL for a Goromi one to put on/in my welding helmet

I do! I have some samples of sticker sheets I've made but currently working thru a couple of manufacturers cuz there's some things I like and don't like about the few I've tried

[buttercupshands]

my friendship with canon ended now fanon is my new best friend

but first a cute bird

basically my mind decided that it's now free to draw whatever AUs and stuff that I want including random stuff like this

and this!

I think my way of coping with 423 is just... ignoring it ever existed so now it's just this and an occasional canon stuff

but good for him he deserves to have all the fun fanon can offer

fun fact: this was the first sketch out of all of them in this post!

[disposal-blueeee]

stuff i never finished and why

hello and good night . i'm just gonna ramble about stuff so yeah

swings

oh man i really loved this drawing . but it was a PAIN IN THE ASS .

i had a bunch of problems with this one . i spent an embarrassing amount of time doing the line . then after i started painting it on Ibis paint i realized that i should've done the line with a textured brush .

then the background . i really couldn't make it look nice even if i tried . i spent so long just trying stuff and searching for references but i just couldn't get it right . the colors and the lightning kept looking weird .

and just when it was looking decent , oh no the file is corrupted !!! and if i wanted it back i would have to go through a speedpaint of a drawing that took me 28 hours ( i actually tried it 😭😭 but it was taking so long and after some time the app crashed )

so , i decided to just give up . i was already fed up with it . maybe some day i'll try to redraw it or something

edit : oh wait a second . this drawing makes no sense without the background . edgar looks like that because there's supposed to be a puddle under scriabin's swing and he's trying to get edgar wet with it

otgw x chapter 20 / 21

i just said i loved the other one but THIS ONE . this one is SO PRETTY and i was so excited to try some new brushes and overall just finish this . excited enough to start painting edgar without even finishing scriabin's line .

i was using a small tablet my friend let me borrow . it was actually so helpful because i could draw on my phone with it !! i used to work on this when i was at school .

then i started having problems with the background . again

then my friend told me that his mom didn't agree with him giving me the tablet and that he should give it to his sister instead so i had to give it back . great . at that point i didn't feel like finishing it so

random reference i found in pinterest

this is like a month old maybe ???? i just thought " oh this would be such a fire pfp " and after finishing the sketch i was like " alright i'll finish this tomorrow " ( i never finished it )

mostly didn't finish it because i didn't have any idea to make it look lifeless and tragic . oh well . maybe i'll try it someday i still think it's cool

papa's cheeseria

this one isn't really unfinished . i just wanted to make a doodle sheet but never drew anything else so now he's just there . alone in a blank space . poor guy .

so yeah . everytime i play papa louie's games i always make the workers look like edgar and scriabin . i thought this default outfit looked pretty cool so so i had to draw it

[smile-files]

top ten transgender jewish faggots

[daily-whistlebreeze]

daily whistlebreeze until spo becomes PoV day 1398

I like seeing how different I can make gray cats by throwing Whis at them; anyways, Spotfur's been on my mind tonight