#for a basic explanation of this though

[wybienova]

the books upstairs

some closeups bc the quality will inevitably be ruined

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico and Percy's dynamic through the series is eternally funny to me, because it's just. like.

Percy's having a constant mental struggle between his fatal flaw of loyalty with a promise he made to Bianca to protect Nico, versus his Big 3 kid desire to maim other Big 3 kids / Poseidon descendant urge to totally maim Nico specifically. He hates Nico so so much. He thinks Nico's annoying and weird at best, and creepy/sketchy when he's older. The only positive thoughts Percy has towards Nico are "He's Bianca's brother and Bianca was my friend and I owe her/He's Hazel's brother and Hazel is my friend and would kill me if I was mean to him," "He's a powerful asset and useful ally (if questionable)," and "He's kinda pathetic and I feel maybe a little bad about it." Percy has multiple occasions throughout the series where he strongly considers - and on one occasionally actually goes through with - throttling Nico.

Meanwhile, Nico is following around Percy like a lost puppy. He explicitly can never bring himself to even dislike anything about Percy no matter how hard he tries. He has a whole bit in BoO where he's mentally going "UGH he's so stupid BUT IT'S ENDEARING HOW DARE HE." He's totally smitten. He's making deals with his dad for Percy. He's making convoluted plans to help Percy stand a chance against Kronos. During the entirety of BoTL it's like he's playing tsundere - "I'm helping NOT PERCY SPECIFICALLY with this quest! Me helping Percy would be SILLY because I DEFINITELY HATE HIM." Then he proceeds to show up to Percy's birthday party to basically ask him on a weird date and spend the entire next book scrambling around trying to help him or protect him or impress him. And Percy could not give less of a shit.

Just. That dynamic is so funny to me. Percy is the founder of the Nico Protection Club in that he's the one they're all protecting Nico from and meanwhile Nico is throwing himself at Percy to the point where the literal god of gay love calls him out on it.

[vinelark]

Omg, timkon in the demigod au?!? If it’s not too spoilery, what’s the deal with kryptonians in this au? I think I read that Clark is Helios or something? I don’t have the fic open right now to check…

timkon in demigod au indeed!! it’s not really spoilery, but i was trying to type out an explanation and figured i might as well just share that section of the fic instead:

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Superboy—because that’s Superboy there on the stone floor, leather jacket and curls and of course, the brightness makes so much sense now—sucks in a breath, one hand braced on the floor, face gray. “What,” he wheezes, raising a trembling finger to jab in Tim’s direction, “is that?”

And beyond the dull fire raging in his shoulder and plummeting sense of dread, Tim feels a tiny spike of indignation. They haven’t met, but Tim knows enough about Superboy to know they’re more similar than not; that is to say, Superboy is the only other living demigod in existence. His status as a demigod is a bit contested—a few years ago, after it got out that Superman is in fact literal Helios reincarnated and hidden away on Earth for decades, an incredibly suspect government operation managed to harvest divinity from Superman’s then-dying body and infused it into human genetic material, and somehow the end product was a teenage boy with Superman’s godlike strength and ability to fly on sunbeams, plus an inexplicable affinity for posing on camera in goofy-looking sunglasses—but when Tim learned about him, shortly after returning to the surface, he decided Superboy counted as a demigod. Some gods were literally born out of foreheads and seafoam. How was a government lab all that different? Which meant, Tim had thought, there was someone else out there like him. Even if that someone had a fan club and official merch and could stay on the surface all he wanted—on some level, still, they were the same.

Now, as he meets Superboy’s glare, Tim gets the sense that Superboy would not appreciate the comparison.

[tetitous]

Funny tidbit I just realized:

In FMAB and the manga, it is physically impossible for an alchemist to transmute anything while in an airplane or an air baloon

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

i'm sure there's a ton of world building in the haitham zhongli convos but my adhd cannot. is there like a tldr even if someone else wrote it (i don't mean this like it's bad wiritinf but i just. cannot read long blocks of info)

-@bloodlust-system

no worries i gotchu

TL;DR under cut

rainya gave him access to better equipment so he could get more info from the documens he couldn't fully process last time (that he mentioned in his other convo)

he found two documents, one a coroner's report and another a report about one of the rescued victims from the BCI (black column incident). neither of the people described in the documents show the symptoms you'd have thought they'd have given everyone assumed the explosion had been radioactive bc of symptoms on those who survived from far away. also neither of the victims had inhaled smoke nor was covered in dust and debris, and both seemed to have been in incredible mental distress when the incident happened (like more than you'd think)

he points out that none of that makes sense, bc if the explosion had been radioactive, then they would have symptoms of radioactive exosure (which they don't have). also they should've been covered in dust head to toe given the boulevard sank into the earth and- i mean the explosion. and also also they should've inhaled smoke bc of the black pillar (supposedly a smoke plume)

so if neither of the victims had inhaled smoke nor showed signs of radioactive poisoning, then was there an explosion and smoke plume to begin with? and if there was neither of those, then what the fuck even happened?

also one of the victims' files states they were recovered from the place that sank completely beneath the earth, and STILL had no debris or dust and shit. so what gives? the dating and time of the file would suggest the boulevard sank after anfortas and co. got in, so if the supposed explosion didn't sink it, what did?

(↑ that is more or less what was in the long-ass starting section. since you mention the long blocks of text are what's difficult to read, i'm gonna guess the rest of the exchange is pretty legible)

tl:dr for the tl;dr:

documents from two victims on-scene suggest the boulevard sank after anfortas and co. went in, but also that there was no radioactive implosion and no smoke plume. this puts into question what the earthquake even was if not a massive explosion, and what the black pillar was if not the explosion's smoke plume. both victims also seem to have suffered from some sort of mental meltdown when the incident took place, which is Weird.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

winston my quant of billions

[starkaabii]

HI. I'M OFFICIALLY BACK IN BUSINESS. TAKE SUB-ZERO'S CHILDREN.

(Don't actually take them though. Sub-Zero would not appreciate that.)

[bitegore]

god i met this dude today and he was so fucking hot like. god DAMN. i will be thinking about him

[floriwoo]

the way you can kinda still see his oreo hair 🥹

gone but never forgotten

[kittycatred]

Do you need anything else redsy :3?

hmmm.....

what i actually need ?? my friends, me back home, my friends all back home, ruben, and probably something to help this stupid arrow in my arm

but...thats alot so, honestly ? just you weird voices and floating hands that give me stuff....

(thats making me question if im going insane right now, because you guys remind me of my tumblr askbox and ive havent posted on my blog in days ??? or really checked tumblr in days if anything)

....is just as good as company right now

[thegreatyin]

oh, you know. the worm/parahumans au where the bandaged scoundrel yin oc has toxic codependent yuri with mr veils canon fallen london character. as one does

[kb11rd]

basalt and kyanite

[alastryona]

also i remembered I don't think I ever posted all my oc sprites here

So here they are! All the Sprites I've made of my ocs (+ my present day/postUX/post subject X skuld). I havent made everyone and i wanna redo some of these but i still love them a lot.

Runa is my actual UX keykid. Tryo and Emi are twins, Reli is their older brother, Hoder is their mom. Calli, Chirou, and the twins are childhood friends, Tai joined the group later when they were in middle/high school (and is dating Tryo).

Cait and Rav are actually skyrim characters. They're part of a larger group too but they're the only ones i've made like this.

[quibbs126]

So how would the whole cog situation translate if you make the Transformers One cast humans?

I mean, I can see the cogs themselves being translated as like, magic or something, as I’ve seen some people do. But how in a human AU do you translate cogged vs cogless and how the cogless don’t have theirs? And how they get new ones?

Going with the magic explanation, you could maybe say that the cog would be like, an organ that creates said magic, like the bile sacs in The Owl House, since T-cogs kind of are organs. But then there’s the question of how they get new ones, did Alpha Trion perform open heart surgery on the quartet? Did D-16 give himself impulsive surgery when getting Megatronus’ cog?

I suppose it could also be an external thing, like some sort of gem. Would make a lot more sense than surgery. But then how do you explain how they’re born with them? Since they are a natural part of their bodies

I don’t know, I’m aware it’s putting too much thought into this, the human designs are supposed to be just for fun and a lot of things in Transformers shows would be hard to explain if they were always humans. It’s just that I keep thinking about this and also the cogs are so integral to the story and why the characters physically change appearances, so my brain keeps wondering how it’s supposed to work

[quibble-auk]

Transformer OC lore:

@thebrokenmechanicalpencil

Look at me go, I’m speed running. Hopefully this kinda clarifies some of Dropmix’s reasons for doing what he did, granted. It doesn’t explain everything but it gives you a bit more insight. There is a reason he’s one of my favorites alongside Sunrazor.

My man has come a long way though. He’s a lot more in control of everything when he’s with the Autobots lol.

What happens when you piss off a gladiator example one:

WARNINGS!!!!! I don’t think there are any. Unless you count unfathomable amount of rage and plotting to do nefarious things to someone.

Dropmix was close, so very close and it irked him.

No, it drove him mad.

The black and red mech felt his grip on his datapad tighten with deadly force, his eye trained on the door. His intense stare didn’t go unnoticed by the other occupant in the room. Shadowdrive shifted uncomfortably, subtly putting a little more distance between themselves and him. Typical. No matter what he did to himself he could never quite get rid of the instinctual fear someone had when in the presence of a gladiator.

Dropmix paid him no mind though. No, the only thing that mattered was what lay beyond that door. What mattered was who was behind it and what the promise of success would finally mean.

Sunrazor was going through her final assessment, if she passed it meant they had succeeded. It meant that they would have finally accomplished their goal and they would be recognized. Dropmix didn’t just want her to pass, no, he needed her to pass. He needed one of these sorry excuses as augmentation projects to finally pass before he lost his mind waiting.

Something primitive and primal reared its ugly head at the thought of finally succeeding. Of finally getting his chance.

The datapad finally crumbling under his grip grounded him, it was almost satisfying in the way it fell apart. Shadowdrive was further away now, Dropmix was no longer looking at the door but glaring at it. His filed down teeth bore into something close to a snarl. His posture was rigid and hostile, he was ready. Dropmix heaved a sigh, forcing himself to relax and return to looking more collected.

It was always difficult to pull himself back in, but it was possible, he just needed to remind himself what was at stake here. If he messed up now he would lose his only chance and then it all would have been for nothing. That settled the rage, the need to conquer and destroy. The promise of his reward was enough to satisfy predatory instincts that lurked in his processor.

His blaster weighed heavily on his waist, it was disguised as a medical tool, but he doubted he would need it. He wouldn’t fail again, he wouldn’t let them take advantage of him and slip away. Noxious was going to pay for what he had done, Dropmix was sure of that. He was going to make that pitiful excuse of a mech beg and grovel for mercy. What Dropmix did on the daily to mechs like Sunrazor would look like nothing when he was through with Noxious.

The door finally opened and Torrent stormed in. Alone.

Dropmix was going to kill someone.

“Sunrazor hesitated, again! Can you believe that!” Torrent was livid, any of his usual calculation and precision gone. His plating was flared and his voice was raised as he threw down a stack of reports. They most likely contained the results of the examination. “How dense is she? I’ve replaced all of the coding I can to rework her loyalty and yet she still–”

Torrent waved his hands in the air as he struggled to voice his frustrations, “She still has enough to hesitate when dealing with other guardians!”

Dropmix could care less. All of that was irrelevant. She had failed. Dropmix had lost his chance. He would have to keep waiting. He would have to wait until she was deemed ready enough again before he could finally get Noxius to walk through that door. Until the project supervisor would finally walk in with Torrent and acknowledge him.

It would be so simple to just rush through the door and take him. Dropmix remained still though, if he did that he would have to deal with guards. He wouldn’t get to take Noxious and make him suffer.

Torrent hadn’t stopped yelling, his anger finally turning from where Shadowdrive was cowering and towards Dropmix. He pointed a finger at the medic, flaring his plating in a challenge “And you-”

The red and black mech looked down at the other, expression conveying nothing, perfectly neutral. His movement was rigid and forced, Torrent noticed, he saw the crushed datapad in his hand and paused. Dropmix could feel it, he could see the moment the fragger remembered what Dropmix was, what pissing him off promised.

The mech stumbled over words, anger finally diminishing under the intense glare of the larger bot. Torrent had thin armor, he was not a fighter, he would never stand a chance against the gladiator, even if the armor Dropmix currently wore slowed him down. They both knew that. Torrent didn’t have a remote to control Dropmix, he had long since disabled his BCP.

Dropmix wasn’t leashed like Sunrazor was, Torrent knew that.

He turned away, returning his furious gaze to the only smaller mech in the room, Shadowdrive. Torrent’s yelling resumed and Dropmix watched passively for a few moments before setting what remained of the datapad onto his desk and walking out of the room.

He stalked through the empty halls. Hands in tight fists and jaw clenched. He would have to keep waiting when he had already been so close. He had been right there and yet Noxious was still breathing and it was driving his instinctual programs up a wall. Dropmix was playing a dangerous game, fueling his patience with the promise of more violence, of finally getting back at the fragger that took everything from him.

Noxious didn’t even seem to realize how he was flirting with death, how close he was to walking into the trap that Dropmix had long since set. He existed on borrowed time. He had dug his grave years ago and forgotten that what he lay in wasn’t a bed but a coffin.

It was a foolish thing to forget really.

Mechs had to have a desire to die if they thought they could take from a gladiator and walk around scott free. Noxious should have been the most paranoid person on the base, he should have been rereading the names and files of those under his command. He should be waiting and watching for when Dropmix finally revealed himself. Instead he had forgotten about the patience that gladiators were capable of when it came to something personal.

Noxious didn’t just take Dropmix’s eye that day. It wasn’t as easily fixable as that—even if Dropmix refused to let anyone repair it. It served as a reminder for himself of what his failure had cost. The visor served its purpose in concealing it—No, Noxious had taken more.

Dropmix was going to make him pay for taking Theremin away. He was damn sure of that.

[gu6chan]

oh yeah!!!! forgot to mention this is my last day at work :') honestly the pay wasn't the greatest (not complaing though, this is a public position and it was certainly enough to get by) but ngl this was probably one of the most enjoyable jobs ive had 😭❤️ for a ridiculously conservative population like this im glad they seemed to enjoy the numerous marxist solutions to all their problems getting slid in under the reasoning of "community/small town values" and "neighbours having each other's back" and 5 minute small talk about how taxes work at the line in the grocery store lmao