#he’s never been beat before

[rambler-in-limbo]

When Fake Peppino got defeated infront of that giant crowd, did some clones think they might've had a chance on taking him on after seeing him get his ass kicked by Peppino?

Only for a moment.

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[agentark]

in the span of maybe an hour, clara oswald goes from, "I already know - don't say it." to, "people like you and me should say things to each other" and I'll never get over it

she literally gets pulled out of time the moment before her death and learns he's been clawing his way back to her for 4.5 BILLION years?? Just to save her??? I would also suddenly and urgently have words

[s0fter-sin]

09 soapghost au, ghost was a member of soap’s unit before roba and they were together until he was taken. when he comes back and takes up the ghost mantle, simon riley is declared KIA and the hope that soap had let kindle in his heart that he’d come back to him dies. he throws himself into training, into becoming captain so he won’t let down another soldier the way he let simon down

then he recruits ghost to the 141 and ghost sees how much he’s changed, how much harder he is; slow to smile, never relaxing and he realises how much he fucked up by never reaching out. he’d thought he’d be better off without him, without the shell of the man he used to love but he’d done nothing but hurt him

after the close call with shepherd, soap wants to get right back into it, wants to hunt makarov down for almost getting his sergeant and lieutenant killed and ghost is yelling at him to just take it easy and heal first when soap snaps back, “i can’t lose anyone else! not again!” and ghost just rips his balaclava off, showing his face for the first time in years…

and soap says nothing. he just looks at him, completely unreadable. ghost clenches the balaclava in his hand, waiting for anything; even injured, soap can still pack a mean punch and he’s waiting for it, almost hoping for it… but he still does nothing. just stares

“well? c’mon!” he growls, stalking in closer. “let me have it! tell me how pissed you are! that i left you alone! that i ruined you the moment i touched you! that you regret ever fucking looking at me! scream, shout, say something!” until he’s leaning over soap’s chair, chest heaving

soap’s hand lifts and ghost can’t help his flinch before planting himself, ready to be struck, longing for it, to be punished the way he punishes himself-

soap’s hand gently cups his cheek and he freezes, breath catching as his thumb caresses the snake bite scars on his lip; feather-light and reverent. just like he used to

“you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you”

[swampthingking]

oh! oh </3 oh!! okay!

[forcedhesitation]

stop fucking flirting with me, you rancid little man

[lunearobservatory]

You know what? I'm gonna say it. I'm vouching for Montana to join the huge honkers club.

[designernishiki]

yakuza 5 kiryu is the gayest iteration of kiryu. also by far the angriest. this makes yakuza 5 kiryu extremely enjoyable

[nyhti]

Awww, that’s so cute <33 Bruce teaching him martial arts.

Action Comics #318

[nyxi-pixie]

i know we are all aware of mikes folder of will drawings

but like imagine him painstakingly maintaining it- every time will gives him a new drawing little mike being super excited to add it to his collection, reorganising it by how much he likes them or by the date he got it or something like that😭😭 just the inherent intimacy of putting effort into keeping up something that personal☹☹☹☹☹

[cuteniaarts]

Behold, my latest and most enamouring new obsession:

Malina, Lady of the Chief of the Northern Water Tribe. As if Red Lotus child OCs weren’t niche enough

[vvanessaives]

what if violante talked gale out of the whole ascension to godhood thing. and what if she died at the end of it all. and what if gale, crushed by the insurmountable grief, decided to use the crown. and what if he brought her back from the lands of deads. and what if violante is insanely angered with him for that but also fond of that feeling that brought him to defile the laws of nature. and what if she's forever bound to him now, and she hates him but she loves him and it's going to be eternal

[exoscreamsoda]

if only i was a fly on the supermegaplex wall

now that a day has passed and they still havent said ANYTHING (except matt’s tone deaf concert tweet), i’m imagining the most insane and chaotic fallout. i hope they rip each other to shreds. theyre literally making the situation worse the longer they wait to say anything but maybe they deserve it. they should go ahead and halt their plans to move into a new and improved supermegaplex because 95% of the patreon is ready to cancel, even patrons who only commented jokes under every post are writing their essays. i feel more disgusted as time goes on and no amount of corporate style tweets will fix this.

[wispythreads]

O'Rin of the Water was the final push this game made for me where they made it obvious that "No, you need to parry," so I needed to switch from my broken controller back to keyboard and mouse.

Doing that did make the fight more of "oh okay I am learning" and less of "why do I keep throwing myself at this I keep dying at the same exact point" so that was nice but still. Jeez her fight felt weird considering how I'd been approaching these encounters with the parry mechanic tied behind my back.

Now I've been kinda just. Banging my head against the wall trying to figure out how I'm supposed to be tactfully approaching the Corrupted Monk?

I tried my original approach on controller first (i.e. dodge out of the way of their strikes then go after the actual health during a window of opportunity), but she swaps out which specific swinging motion she's going to hit me with so often that it feels like it's specifically designed against how I've been memorizing attack patterns and then exploiting weak points up until this point. I try to dodge in a way that worked before with a previous series of motions, and she does every motion the same except for the very last one, taking a huge chunk of my health out and staggering Wolf, which can then end up lining me right up for getting hit with yet another change to her motion if she decides to be cruel and go for that as well.

So I thought, okay, maybe it's like O'Rin of the Water again and I really do have to just use the parry mechanic to get past this miniboss.

But then I try that and yeah I'm parrying okay, but her posture replenishes so much faster than Wolf's, so when I need to take a step back to let him cool down and/or replenish health she's almost instantly back to where she started. Sometimes I don't even need to take a step back, it's just in the small space of time between me parrying her last attack or the last time I managed to get a hit in on her that it's completely restored. It honestly feels like it's meant to be the opposite of O'Rin's fight, where trying to take her down through the posture route is impossible and you have to whittle her health down instead.

I tried looking online for a way to beat her but the tactic I found was a way to cheese her fight? Summing it up, whittle her health down a little bit by getting the free hits in at the start, run around the arena until she starts to leap at you, run towards her to avoid getting hit by the leap and be in position to get two strikes in before running around the arena, repeat, now instead of running around the arena use fireworks to stun her and then two strikes, repeat till dead.

Which also just. Doesn't work. Because I'll try to run at her when she leaps like the guy says but somehow I end up getting caught in her range, even though I'm moving exactly the way he does. I try to get the two hits in on her health but the second one is always hitting against her posture instead. And it just seems really wasteful to keep trying to use the fireworks even though they work because those are consumable resources that I used to have a lot of, before I tried to cheese O'Rin of the Water on remote with multiple Sabimaru strikes, and I can't get the other two parts of the plan to reliably work.

I don't know, I'm guessing the answer is going to just amount to the usual "Get Good" of these Dark Soul type games, I'm just trying to figure out what the angle of "Get Good" I'm supposed to be practicing for is.

[runawaycatwalker]

Part 13. Going Unrecognized

<<First | <Previous | Next>

Description below the cut

Officer Roger Raincomprix points at an Official document while talking to Anarka Couffaine.

Roger: Look, I've got this letter from the mayor himself saying I can look for Adrien Agreste anywhere I think he might have gone.  And I think he might have gone on your boat, so—

Anarka throws up her hands in vexation.

Anarka: And I told you that no one steps a foot on my boat without my permission!

Roger: This is Adrien Agreste we're talking about here!  We have to find him and send him home!

Catwalker jumps down to join the two squabblers.  Anarka stands on the walkway to her boat with her hands on her hips.  Roger stands in front of his police car and shirks back from the superhero dropping out of nowhere right next to him.

Catwalker: It looks like you two might need some superheroic assistance?

Catwalker points his hands towards his chest and gives a nonthreatening smile.

Catwalker: If it's okay with you both, I could act as a neutral party for you?  I'll search for Adrien on this boat and let the good officer know if I find him here?

Anarka: Not a chance on yer life!

Roger: Absolutely not!

Anarka points an accusatory finger at Catwalker, her braid flailing in the air from the force of her personality.  Catwalker leans away from her and plasters a fake smile on his face.

Anarka: Maybe I'd let you aboard if you were Chat Noir—he understood the need for a little anarchy in your life.  But you? You strike me as someone who’s only ever followed the orders of someone in a position of authority over you!

Roger looms over Catwalker and waves his Official document.  Catwalker shrinks down into himself as his smile begins to falter.

Roger: And I'd never turn such a high-profile investigation over to a brand new superhero!  For all I know, you're a blind idiot who'd overlook important clues staring you in the face!  I'm not gambling Adrien Agreste on you!

Cut to an overhead shot of the three individuals as an akuma descends towards them.  Catwalker is the only one who looks up to notice the incoming danger.

Anarka: Even if I was harboring Adrien, my right to privacy—

Roger: A minor is in danger! Privacy doesn't matter—

Catwalker leaps to catch the butterfly as his ring pulses with destructive energy.

Catwalker: Cataclysm!

Catwalker lands in a kneeling pose with the remnants of the destroyed akuma crumbling in his fist.  His eyes are closed and his expression is resigned.

Catwalker: I see that my presence is not wanted here.  Best of luck in finding Adrien.  Please excuse me.

Cut to Catwalker transforming back into Adrien behind a chimney on a random rooftop.

Adrien holds out his cheese container.  Plagg takes a piece of a piece of cheese and looks up worriedly at Adrien.

Plagg: Kid, you can't spend all day living as Catwalker.  You need a break.  A real break.

Adrien: I know, I know! And I know it's not fair to you to make you sustain the transformation for so long.

Adrien points up at a billboard.  The billboard features the painting of Gabriel and Adrien in mourning (Gabriel’s face mostly obscured) with the phrase “Find Adrien” on one side and findadrien @ agreste .mode on the other.

Adrien: I just wish I didn't have such a stupid, recognizable face!  I can't even walk past complete strangers while untransformed because they'll instantly know I'm "that missing model Adrien Agreste"!

Plagg looks upwards with his arms spread wide.  Adrien places a finger on his chin thoughtfully.

Plagg: Come on, Paris has millions of people living in it.  There's got to be at least one person who doesn't know you exist!

Cut to Adrien knocking repeatedly on the door of a small, old house belonging to Rolland Dupain.

Rolland Dupain opens the door and points an angry finger.

Rolland: There is a bell! You're supposed to ring it!  Knocking on the door is clearly not how it's done!

Adrien touches the back of his neck and gives an uneasy smile.

Adrien: I don't suppose you recognize me, do you?

Rolland squints and adjusts his glasses.

Rolland: Never seen you before in my life.  What do you want?

Adrien poses theatrically, hands raised in a flourish and a sparkling smile on his face.  Even the ears on his Chat Noir beanie look perky.

Adrien: I have crumb to you, Rolland Dupain, since I have oven heard that you are the grain-est maker of breads in Paris. [Non-pun translation: I have come to you, Rolland Dupain, since I have often heard that you are the greatest maker of breads in Paris.]

Rolland puts his hands on his hips, unimpressed.

Adrien: And as someone who believes in the roll bread plays in helping lives to flour-ish, I would loaf to become your apprentice. [Non-pun translation: And as someone who believes in the role bread plays in helping lives to flourish, I would love to become your apprentice.]

Rolland: I already had an apprentice.  My son runs a boulangerie patisserie with his wife in the 21st arrondissement.  Go bother them.

Adrien clasps his hands together and looks up dreamily as he is surrounded by imaginary breadstuffs.

Adrien: I doughnut want the mold ways to die out!  I oat to in-grain-iate myself with a baker who is at yeast as crusty as you are.  So you, Mr. Dupain, are the only one who can truly help my baking skills to rise! [Non-pun translation: I do not want the old ways to die out!  I ought to ingratiate myself with a baker who is at least as crusty as you are.  So you, Mr. Dupain, are the only one who can truly help my baking skills to rise!]

Rolland folds his arms in annoyance.

Rolland: How many years have you been making bread?

A sweat drop hovers by Adrien’s head as he sheepishly touches the tips of his pointer fingers together.

Adrien: I guess I knead to say... naan? [Non-pun translation: I guess I need to say... none?]

Rolland throws up his hands in exasperation.

Rolland: Pfah!  You probably aren’t even qualified to purchase a loaf of rye at the market!  Leave!

Adrien scrambles on hand and foot up the stairs, reaching up with a desperate hand before Rolland closes the door on him.

Adrien: W-wait!  I really don’t have anywhere else to go!  Can I at least stay here for the night?

A close-up of Rolland’s angry eyes.

A close up of Rolland’s gritting mouth.

Rolland: Care to tell me...

Rolland points at a straight purple bruise cutting across Adrien’s neck.  Adrien’s expression freezes.

Rolland: ...where you got that bruise?

Adrien: …

Cut to a flashback of Mayura gleefully holding Chat Noir’s staff above a distressed Adrien.

Rolland (voiceover): Maybe your old man got drunk?  Or an evil stepmother decided to take her wrath out on you?  Something like that?

Adrien looks haunted as he covers his neck and looks away.

Adrien: S-something like that.

Rolland turns around and reenters his home, his hand waving at Adrien to follow him inside.  Adrien places a hand on the open door and looks after Rolland with deep relief.

Rolland: Hmph.  Come on, you can sleep on the loveseat.

Adrien: I can stay?

Rolland: Your lessons about flour start in the morning.

Below is the same image as above, only without text:

[eebie]

my FUCKING LIFE JUST FLASHED BEFORE MY EYES