#i figured she would answer

[emily-e-draws]

Sonia 💛

[dukeofthomas]

Do you see my vision

[canisalbus]

Does machete have to hide his relationship with Vasco? Since he's a cardinal and all. That's gotta be tough considering how hard of a life he's had.

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[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Springtrap AU time—here’s the info that I have for it: Similarly to the situation in the movie, the spirits do not remember what he did to them, and consider him a friend—including Cassidy. The only one that does remember is Charlie.

Henry was the one who destroyed the suits, having hoped that it would help them. At the same time, William arrived, planning to put the suit on. Which, he did—but, a fight with Henry caused the springlock failure.

When Henry left to find something to keep him from potentially leaving the place... that’s exactly what William did—the spirits accompanying their ‘friend’ in the process.

While he died, Springtrap ended up wandering for a total of two years—all while Henry kept searching for him so that the rabbit could be trapped somewhere, and not cause any harm.

During those two years, Springtrap kept dealing with the spirits—before coming across his wife and Michael (pre-scooping—happens a bit later on here.)—she’d moved, and brought along her son.

Henry isn’t the one who ends up trapping Springtrap—instead, in the end, it’s his wife and only surviving kid. In the end, they’d bring him into an abandoned building, and trapped him in an area within it.

There, Springtrap finally does spend thirty years trapped somewhere. The building would actually be repurposed, and turned into the horror attraction—so, he would be found quickly.

The attraction actually lasted a good while—about three years, to be exact—but in the end, it still ended up burning down, just like in canon.

After that, Springtrap is back to wandering, with the plan to get revenge on all three of Henry, his wife, and Michael—who wasn’t the attraction’s guard.

And all while the spirits are still accompanying him.

[bolithesenate]

ik she's not an oc but she should belong to you! 🖊 for komari??

you know what? you are so right 😌✊🏻

*yoinks all the character rights away from canon*

anyways, you know what I want for Komari? That she isn't technically a *good* Jedi, but that she is a terrifyingly *efficient* one.

Yoda's words were 'do or not do, there is no try', so I like to imagine Komari as a true force of nature because she does not doubt herself at any point. At least not truly.

She just does.

Does she do it because it makes her feel cool and admired? sure. but people around her (and she herself) have learned to direct that energy into a direction that more or less serves the greater good. The way I see Komari is that she truly likes being a Jedi and that she has found her niche amongst the Order to live her dream. She might not exactly do it for selfless reasons like many of her peers do, but that doesn't diminish the good she does.

it's also what makes her the ultimative hype-man.

she lives unapologetically and is her happiest self, so she encourages everyone around her to also do that. social anxiety and fomo? she's never known them.

Also, out of her entire lineage, Komari is the one most firmly rooted in the Cosmic Force. Dooku himself leans heavily towards it too, but he's also got a strong Unifying influence in his life through Sifo-Dyas, so it's a bit muddled.

Komari tho is, in fact, *such* a Cosmic Force baby that she often doesnt realize it is working through her. She just does Her Thing TM because It Feels Good TM not really questioning *why* it does that.

It's a very simple mindset, technically, but also very effective

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

the fucking things this discord exchange does to me

[kindahoping4forever]

Ash via IG

[aro-in-danyl]

Alastor as a "Gift from God" AU part 2

I'll have you know it is very difficult to write from the POV of God so you get Roo instead. I had to look up bible verses for this.

PART 1 here.

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On the day of the first extermination cleanse.

When the first sinner was slain, Roo felt the soul attempt to rise. A fruitless endeavor, for their sinful deeds in life and in death ensured her roots bound the severed pieces of the soul to her.

Foolish angels, in culling the herd and stifling even the thought of rebellion, they only made her stronger. Roo tightened her vines around the soul and attempted to drag it down, down through the 7 rings, and to her.

Attempted, because before she even got past the Pride Ring, a stronger force yanked the soul upwards. Enraged and in disbelief she tightened her hold around the other souls being slaughtered by the dozens, but each and every time they were ripped from her grasp.

At the end of the day, when the exorcists were flying up and away from the slaughter, the portal to Heaven opened and Roo latched onto the connection and demanded an explanation.

"Have you gone back on your word?" her tone was taunting but her desperation and anger festered, "These souls are mine. Their punishment is meant to be eternal!"

Roo did not expect a response, God had not spoken to her since The Beginning, and God had no foothold in hell - usually. Today, apparently, was an exception.

God spoke to her, "My creations all return unto me in The End regardless. You know I cannot bare to be separated forever."

Roo did not buy this, "What ever happened to 'Depart from me, you who are cursed' was that not written?"

"Said by a King, not I." God refuted.

"But within your holy text." Roo sniped, "You reward their sin, their rejection of you, by accepting them back with open arms?"

"If you think that is what will happen to those who reject me twice, you know me not at all." And perversely, Roo felt relieved at this admission. "The righteous will have eternal life, the sinful - upon second death - nothing."

"And keeping them from me was merely a happy coincidence?" Roo felt emboldened, God must see her as a bigger threat than she thought, "To twist the meaning of your eternal punishment to exclude me, why I'd almost call that a quality worthy of a demon."

The portal, which had only been open seconds, pulsed with the force of God's anger.

Roo laughed. "You fear me enough to risk your angels falling into my grasp once again. Do you think this latest stunt of yours will keep me weak forever?"

"My angels have learned to evade you since then."

"Careful there." Roo feigned concern, "Anymore hubris and I'll have to save you a seat in Pride. I could put you next to your favorite child, wouldn't that be nice?"

God ignored the taunt, "I know your roots grow stronger on Earth. More fall to you everyday. Faster than even my best angels can catch them."

Roo smiled at the admission. To have her work acknowledged by the being who created everything, everything that would someday be corrupted and belong wholly to her.

God continued, "It is a testament to your strength that The End may be sooner than I thought."

Roo stopped cold. Her strength came from corrupting the creations of God, but if there was nothing to corrupt...

Ah. She thought. Nothing truly is an eternal punishment.

"Unless," God hedged. "We come to an arrangement?"

Suddenly the reason for God's desire to converse with her made sense. Here she was, weakened from the loss of over a hundred damned souls, from an event that would become a yearly occurrence. Here God was, with the threat of The End poised upon their fingertips, attempting to force her compliance.

And it was working.

But God had shown their hand too early, "How utterly demonic of you! You want to compromise with me? To reason with me?" She used her roots to trip a flailing exorcist trying to remove its spear from a corpse just because, "What can you offer me?"

"I will not hasten The End before its time." God stated, as if the threat of nothing was enough now that she knew God wanted something from her that they could not get themselves.

"You do not want to destroy everything you've created; you want it even less than I do. What is it you desire?"

The last few exorcists were getting ready to return via the portal, their clothes splatted in shade of red and an abundance of gore. They had yet to develop a tolerance to the violence they were perpetuating. Roo knew, just as God did, that many of the angels after slaughtering their first few sinners, had ripped their helmet off and vomited in disgust and despair.

Roo could feel their shock, their inner turmoil, their sense of righteousness, their loyalty to heaven. With time, and more exterminations cleanses, they would learn to enjoy the bloodshed. Or they would break. Such was the way of war.

"I wish to create a gift for Lucifer," God began, "A gift that will challenge him, embolden him, and remain by his side."

Lucifer! Why did it always come back to him? Around them, the corpses of the damned littered her domain never to rise again, God's angels grappled with the weight of their heavenly duty, and her influence weakened for the first time in decades. And yet it was Lucifer that made God lower themselves to speak with her!

Roo reigned in her rage, "And what does that have to do with me?"

"I am creating something unlike anything I've ever created before." God directed her attention back to the weak angel who'd finally pulled their spear from a corpse, "Immune to angelic destruction. Stronger than a thousand sinners, with the potential to stand against my Archangels, capable of vengeance and retribution."

Roo salivated. "And you're sending it here." Roo let the last of the shattered souls in her grasp go, not even paying attention as it shot upwards and away. "You'd create such a thing and put in my hands the instrument of your demise?"

"Which is why I appear before you. You know sin more intimately than I. So I implore you to cast off a piece of yourself for this gift and I shall do the same."

"And what is this gift?" The exorcist was attempting to clean the gore from the spear and failing. "And why should I give you anymore of myself when you've already taken so much?"

"A human soul."

"You intend to create a soul destined to hell before its first sin and gift it to the being who prizes free will above all else. Do you imagine he will thank you?" Roo didn't care about Lucifer's feelings regarding this gift, she couldn't wait to see the fallout actually, but she couldn't help but point out the obvious.

"No," God said, "he will not. As for you, this soul will bring a new age upon your realm. They will be The Avenger of the worthy. And a nightmare to everyone else."

"Do not repay anyone evil for evil," Roo quoted. "Is that why you need me? You want to avoid going against your own words, so you seek to blame me instead."

She did not give God time to respond, "But you still haven't told me what I gain. What do I care for this promised 'new age' or so-called Avenger when I am still trapped?"

"And that is my bargain," God attempted to comfort one of the angels weeping over a small sinner's corpse but their touch fell short. Seems they did not have power over anything in her realm but exorcised souls, she mused.

"With a piece of us both, this soul will have a direct link to us in a way no fully mortal being has before."

Roo would've gasped if she was capable of breathing, "Speak plainly!"

"They could free you."

"What's the catch? Why would you give them this power?" She could hardly believe it. It was too good to be true.

"You have the chance to be free. But you must convince this soul to do so of their own free will, knowing fully the consequences of your freedom." Roo dismissed this, she was The Root of Sin for a reason, and this soul was destined for her realm anyway.

"You are forbidden from interfering with their life before hell. And you must find this soul yourself once they fall."

A minor setback, but the call of freedom was strong. Still, she was not so blinded by this opportunity that she wouldn't ask, "And what, do you, The Almighty God, gain from this bargain?"

"A hellborn will become your greatest adversary, they will attempt to redeem sinners and remove them from your grasp." The portal to Heaven began to close.

"And should they succeed, your chance to convince The Avenger will begin to close. And you will never know freedom."

"A time limit!" She should've known they wouldn't play fair, "How long?"

They turned her attention to the newly built Tower in the center of the Pentagram. The timer below flipped through the numbers at record speed until it hit 365. "Seven full moons after the clock strikes zero for the last time. Do we have an agreement?"

God's voice was strong as ever, but the portal was now only the size of a quarter. Roo knew manipulation and this reeked of it, how clever of God to wait until the last moment to share all the details when she had so little time to think of it.

"When in hell, you use the proper term." Roo pretended to scold them. She reached out to the fading tendrils of God and sunk her thorns in as deep into the connection as she could.

"We have a deal."

[piningpercussionist]

Kim what you doin if I give you a hamster.. will he die in a peculiar way or will you sell him for fast cash. This is Frank by the way

I would immediately hand him back to you. Like this.

Why are you people trying to dump your pets on me today? Did I miss a memo or something? Is it "Bring your Pets to Pine" day? Is there some optional quest I missed the bulletin for?

I mean, it's only two of you so far, but it's weird that it's happened twice.

... Wait. Three times. But the other time wasn't today, so I guess it doesn't count...

Also why the hell would I sell Frank?! Or let him die. I'm not super big on pets or anything, but I wouldn't just- let one die. That would be fucked up.

[thosewildcharms]

I'm still in a delirious state of mind about Rick and Michonne, that we got 6 eps just about them... cant really believe that of all the shows the walking dead provided us with the best ship ever! But i will never forgive twd that we never saw Michonne talk to Rick about Andre, ESPECIALLY after Carl died. All this years later and im still bitter about it, sorry for ranting in your inbox, love reading your thoughts on Richonne 😘

oh, thank you so much anon! and please feel free to vent and rant in my inbox anytime!

you know despite being bonked over the head repeatedly by the promotional materials and danai/scott/andy themselves being like THIS IS AN EPIC LOVE STORY! ABOUT RICK AND MICHONNE! A LOVE STORY ABOUT HOW RICK AND MICHONNE LOVE EACH OTHER IN A WAY THAT IS EPIC! 6 EPISODES ABOUT RICK AND MICHONNE BEING IN LOVE, EPICALLY! i'm still reeling over how well we were fed. apologies to future!me but nothing is ever going to top this. and from the zombie show no less! can you believe!

and i'm with you about andre. sure, she did *technically* mention him (or rather, the experience of losing him) after carl's death in this scene and while i'm confident that she and rick talked about andre off screen as well i still would have loved to see it. there is a tragic lack of scenes in general where michonne is comforted and taken care of emotionally (let alone physically) and/or gets to talk about her past at all, let alone about the entire child she lost i think she is owed that. hell, I think an andre mention would have fit in perfectly somewhere in towl, where michonne's POV was much more present and the grimes family as a whole was such a focal point. the way they brought carl back into the narrative in such an integral way was beautiful and i love that they honored his memory the way they did. i think it would have been a nice parallel if andre had been brought back up as well. because there is not a single doubt in my mind (and probably not in michonne's mind either for that matter) that if andre were still alive rick would have loved him like he was his own. so it would have been really sweet, for example, if he had been paid tribute to in some way as part of their family even if rick (and we as the viewer) never got a chance to know him.

[tricorderreading]

Star Trek - The Wrath of Khan

During the review meeting for the Kobiashi Maru, Kirk needles Saavik hard with another impossible situation, with interesting results

I must note: spock wonders afterwards if Kirk intentionally gave this scenario due to saavik's past, but it also echos Kirk's struggle with the Tarsus IV massacre

Both of these can be described as "lifeboat ethics," which is a real thing!

[fatal-blow]

sometimes i really don't think we've fully absorbed the realization that humans are animals. we keep trying to find new and spectacular ways to delineate between us and them, even as we try to deconstruct the beliefs of past western science

first we were put above other animals, who in the name of science were declared nothing more than organic automatons devoid of personality. today we know this isn't true, that every animal is the culmination of billions of years of chance and choices, and then a lifetime of experience to fine tune the rest.

so the discussion moved to the question: why are we different? breaking ourselves down to try to separate out the True Human Experience. we have tools--but so do other animals. we build homes and cities--likes termites and coral. we are intelligent--but then, what even is intelligence? we have culture--and yet again, so do other animals.

so we venture in vain to other traits. humans must be uniquely violent, destructive, upheaving the ecosystems of the world in a way no other creature has

but hundreds of millions of years ago, photosynthesis evolved and spurred one of the worst extinctions earth has ever seen. a species can encounter a new habitat and spread like wildfire, sometimes as destructive as one as well.

so surely our systems and our hierarchies set us apart in their depth and complexity. but it's myopic, naive even to think that other creatures don't form their own complexities outside our purview. we see our complexity because we are born and raised in it, but it's hardly what makes us different.

and in this journey to find out what makes us so different, instead we've found out the many ways that we are similar. the way our brains are similar to those of other mammals, how our bodies are all stretched out from the same general base tweaked and formed over an inconceivable number of generations. how the further we trace ourselves back, the more and more animals we share ancestors with.

i don't know where I'm going with all this. i think im frustrated with our medicine, how so much of it is grounded not in biology but in our own culture.

when we see a human not performing well, we call them lazy. when it's an animal, then something must be wrong. we understand the physiology of other animals and treat them within those bounds, yet despite what we know about the human body the way we discuss it seems frustrstingly disconnected.

maybe it's because we can talk to each other and so we assume that we can verbalize the problems we're experiencing, but language is a dismal thing to base healthcare on when most of us don't even use the same words to describe things. it's a subjective, moving target, and it assumes that the patient themself knows what's wrong. we rely too much on the ability of a patient to describe what they are experiencing, and not enough on observations of their behaviour.

my dad's shoulder hurts. he dislocated it a while ago, and it never stopped bothering him. but when i watch him he holds both shoulders forward and tense. slouching has for a long time been deemed lazy and improper, but it doesn't line up--the way my father strives for a healthy, active body but can never seem to make it work. the way he loves to be active, the way he wants to exercise, to walk and run, but it seems no matter how hard he tries he can't.

he told me his shoulder hurts, but the more i watched the more i saw that he doesn't move with the relaxed, easy movements that a man who's as active as he is should be. a human is an animal that loves to walk, and in many ways we've developed anatomy to this end, from the balanced efficiency of our bipedal forms to the way we utilize momentum as the driving force of our movement. we have science that says all this, so why does this not seem to hold true for some people? and why are we looking at them and calling them lazy? why aren't we looking for something gone awry, like the way we would a dog with a limp? we wouldn't blame the dog for not standing up the way a dog should, so why does this not hold true for humans?

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

The things I find on Pinterest

LMAO are they fighting or hugging?? Maybe both lmao. Fighting for my hand in marriage (I’ll marry you both)

Giyuu’s legs just dangling is sending me lmfao and his eyes just barely peering over Kento lolol

[skyward-floored]

I'd love to see the first time Time met Wars in in the IAU?

I’m actually working on writing that out eventually! It’s not done but I can give you a wip for now.

Also fair warning, it’s... gonna be angsty when it’s finished. Just heads up. It’s... already pretty angsty. Sorry in advance.

Link suddenly caught movement out of the corner of his eye, glancing over at the child his mother had been protecting. He’d nearly forgotten he was there with how quiet he was being.

The boy was small, probably only three or four years old, with blond hair similar in color to Link’s. His scared eyes met Link’s from where he was huddled at his mother’s shoulder in a scarf too big for him, and Link felt his stomach sink at their color, only a few shades off from his own.

“...The boy?” he asked his mother, already knowing the answer.

“Your.... brother, his name... name is Link,” she breathed, her hand still cupping his cheek. “So that h-he would... find you...” Her breath stuttered, and Link held his hands more firmly over her injury, despite knowing the gesture was in vain.

“Take care of him,” his mother whispered. “Please, Link.”

Link closed his eyes, then reopened them as he put a hand over his mother’s trembling one. “I will. You have my word.”

She gave him a smile, and faint as it was, Link abruptly felt a deep longing rise up in him, one that made his eyes sting. Suddenly he had the urge to beg his mother to stay with him, to fight harder, not succumb to the injuries so he could properly talk to her, know her, maybe even love her.

But he knew it was too late.

[cranberrymoons]

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[afton-family-askblog]

Greetings Clara, question for you, bordering life and death, dancing through the line of the heartbeat in the monitor.

I can give you a w i s h :)

I can't save your life, as life and death are not a field I can mess with, but I can fufill any wish within my power.

Do you want revenge? Do you want peace of mind? Knowledge? I can help your troubled mind... to a degree, just say the word, and what you are willing to give for it, then your wish is my command ;)

-Your friendlly neighbor, Mr. Mare

[She thinks for a moment] I want peace. For me and my daughter, Elizabeth. Is that something you can do?