#locked in on the wrong place

[jaccqwq]

Happy Father's Day!!!

[lemodoe]

anyways. he called her renée....

[fedoraspooky]

Since Jabber needs life force, would a mundane human's blood work? Or does it have to be a toon?

Normal human blood just doesn't have the same kinda magic he needs, alas... Drinking it wouldn't really do anything for him (also it tastes gross and there's better ways of getting the proper amount of iron in your diet).

And sure, ink doesn't taste great either, but the rush of energy and relief from fading feels amazing enough to make up for it!

[nikonautic]

was about to write one of the theories i had for shidous backstory but as i was writing it i realised it actually doesnt really make sense and i thought harder and like... it made me want to think about the possibilities even more aaaargh the brainworms are at it again

[akkivee]

one of the craziest bat bars like actually

[yurisorcerer]

In your opinion, who's the hottest male character in shonen manga? :)

I don't have an opinion on this so I asked some friends

[midnightwind]

I really need to sit down and draw perhaps the funniest, but potentially most dangerous move I ever did in d&d and it was back in my first game-

[demo-ness]

earlier i got an email notification indicating the result of my ct scan is available. i don't usually relate to avoidant health anxiety, but good fucking god, i wish i could undo its existence

[weyounthevorta]

we need a few doctors to smash

Herbert, Haggis, East… Jeffrey has played plenty

Oh snap, you missed the Doctor Edition! Sounds like we need a round two with more Jeffrey doctors.

Marry, Smash, Kill

[rervraiilstew]

flipping people off tic they could never make me like you.

[je-doute-donc-je-suis]

ARE WE FACETS OR FRAGMENTS

ARE WE POLYFRAGMENTED OR MEDIAN. THESE ARE OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE SPECTRUM HOW CAN WE NOT TELL

Being mostly one main emotion that grew an identity, "a specific trait or emotion". Yeah that's exactly how all of us are, except we don't have that "core" alter, all of us are floating around without a "center" we're based on. Unless you can count our shared childhood memories as that "core". fableing is also extremely accurate, especially for one/two we are still wondering if they're not veritbond too

But none of those have the "are temporary people and fade away" like with fragments. But we can't find a single type of system where it's all temporary fragments and we all have a lifespan of 10 hours or less before we fucking disappear forever

What the hell are we. Are our blackouts not from something else, but real secret full alters taking over without us knowing ? Making us a regular system with fragments and full alters? But we're clearly out the most with those blackouts being rare and only a very few times a month for like, 2 hours max. How could a cloud of fragments have full monopoly of the consciousness and body

(we genuinely see ourselves as a cloud where sometimes, a vague silhouette or pair of hands/paws reaches out and take control. and rarer, sometimes they even fully step out of the fog, and pretty much check themself over, discovering their identity. before suddenly getting dragged back to the depth of our cloud, identity stripped away and erased, assimilated back to our one consciousness fog. yet none of us want that [unless there's some weird "alter outside our "hivemind" we're not aware of that's messing stuff up with us" stuff going on. which i doubt, but who knows])

What the hell do we do, what the hell are we, what is going on and how do we stop us from disappearing and make everyone else come back. We're monoconscious, we share memories, objectively, we may not be full people at first, but in those once in a blue moon event, we do become one. Over the hours we grow a species, name, taste in pronouns and hobbies, we become someone. And then we/they pretty much fucking die a few hours later, back to being no one, with only the memories of them, and maybe their barebone simplyplural profile; if they had the time to make one and customise it before the fucking invisible timer ran out; left of them, like a fucking tombstone

We're so done with this, figuring out a sense of self was always such a good feeling, but now we completely gave up and ignore it every time the feeling of figuring ourselves out show up, because what's the point? We'll die in just a few hours anyway. Our lifespans are shorter than a damn fly

But gods damn it we don't want that, WE WANT TO LIVE

Even online we can't find anything or anyone...

[telomirage]

I sent out a report, convinced I'd done something wrong after fighting with a program to pull the data I needed and verify some spec ranges for way longer than I expected. my boss said it was fine and HER boss came down to thank me and talk to me about some process changes we might be able to implement after we've collected more data. so it's fine actually

[lutiaslayton]

Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva

ＰＡＲＴ　０８

〚ＦＩＲＳＴ〛〚ＰＲＥＶ〛〚ＮＥＸＴ〛

Disclaimer: This is a fan-translation for the Japan-exclusive novellisation of the movie Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva. The original novel was written by Aya Matsui under the supervision of Akihiro Hino, and belongs to Level-5.

This translation only aims to be a pleasant read for non-Japanese fans, nothing more: I made a few deliberate changes while translating in order to get the writing style closer to what is usually found in English fanfictions, as the Japanese storytelling can sometimes be different than what we are used to.

＊ Puzzle n°001

“Let’s get going. Puzzle n°001: ladies and gentlemen, please take a good look around you, and assemble under the oldest thing you can find.”

The man’s voice had just told us the first puzzle.

“Now, do note that there is a time limit.”

Spotlights were switched on and a long, narrow box-like object was raised up. A music box.

The paper containing the score, rolled around a cylinder, slowly unwrapped and ended up swallowed into a slit. Soon, the machine began to play a tune.

“You have until the music ends… so there is no time to lose.”

The audience had been stunned by the unexpected turn of events; but everyone soon rushed out of the hall. Their one and only goal was simple: to find this ‘oldest thing.’

We could not afford to stay idle. I stood up in a hurry.

“Professor, let’s go find it!”

The professor replied with a calm nod, and slowly walked towards the door.

“I’m coming too,” Janice said as she rushed to catch up with us.

I glanced… sideways at her. Even in normal clothes, without her costume as the Queen of Ambrosia, she was still a very beautiful person. And even though she was now back to being Janice Quatlane… Her lively sparkling eyes and the impression of dignified strength that she radiated had remained exactly the same.

I wanted to protect her. But I was a child, wanting to protect a famous adult opera singer… if anyone could hear this, they would surely laugh at me.

Still, I was very serious. I couldn’t let Janice suffer the same fate as those who had disappeared under the floor earlier. And the only way to do that was to keep winning this game.

I was going to become a gentleman too. It was only natural to help a lady in need.

I decided to focus my thoughts on the puzzle. The Crown Petone was decorated here and there with fossils, rough crystals, and antiques, all looking very old. We had to find the oldest item out of all of these… My eyes would scurry here and there, all around, but I only felt like our limited time was being wasted.

Janice looked very worried. I had to do something… The sound of the music box playing made me feel even more impatient.

“Professor, there are way too many things on board that could be the right answer! Which one could be the oldest?”

The professor did not respond. I stopped asking.

I had soon learned that when he was silent and had this kind of expression on his face, it meant that his mind was moving at full speed. I did not want to disturb his thoughts by talking about unnecessary things.

Suddenly, he looked up with a start. He must have solved it!

“It’s alright, Luke. Now, let’s hurry back to the theatre.”

And there it was. I was glad I hadn’t bothered him.

When we returned back to our starting point, I noticed that quite a few other people were already here.

Suddenly, the professor said:

“The clue was in the puzzle itself.”

“Huh?”

I quickly pulled out my notebook, reading again the mysterious man’s exact words. I had written them down as soon as he had announced the puzzle.

“Try to remember,” the professor continued. “The host said ‘take a look around,’ but at no point did he say ‘look on this ship’…”

I ran my eyes hastily over my notes.

“He certainly didn’t use the words ‘on board.’”

“This is because the ‘oldest thing’ we are supposed to find is not on this ship.”

Janice asked with a surprised look on her face:

“But if it’s not on the ship, then where is it?”

“The oldest thing we are supposed to look for…”

The professor suddenly looked up. Janice and I did the same. Above us was a clear, starry sky.

“…are the stars that have existed for tens of thousands of years,” he soon concluded.

The oldest things were the stars! This was not an answer I had considered. But now that I had heard it, it sounded obvious. All the fossils and other objects that had been placed all over the Crown Petone were simply decoys meant to mislead us.

“You did it again, Professor!”

As I just finished saying this, the music box fell into silence.

“Your time is up. The oldest things were the stars in the sky that still shine in the night to this day… Congratulations to all that stand in this hall. You have earned the right to try your hand at the next puzzle.”

Many contestants around us breathed a sigh of relief. But at that moment, dozens of screams reached my ears from outside.

I was reminded of all the people who had disappeared when the floor collapsed earlier.

If we could not solve the puzzle, then we had to offer our life… This was a terrifying game of life and death. Once again, fear was palpable.

“Let us now move on to Puzzle n°002. Ladies and gentlemen, please gather this time around the place ‘from which you can see the largest crown.’”

The man’s voice sounded to me like a death sentence…

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[areyoueatingtho]

there is nothing i love more in apocalypse media than when the main group of survivors we are following have faced so much and are irritable and sniping at each other before finally finding a sanctuary and oh no!! it turns out that the sanctuary’s charismatic handsome leader is evil somehow!! i eat that shit up every time

[agnesandhilda]

hello tumblr user agnesandhilda have you read the isagi light novel? if you have, what are your thoughts on how his full backstory contrasts kaiser's backstory?

I read it last month!! I didn't draw any parallels bc kaiser's backstory hadn't been released then lol 😅 I guess if I wrote something off the top of my head I'd talk about how big the difference in parental treatment/support as well as in overall class status is between them, especially wrt to how they relate to football (isagi whose passion for football was supported by his loving parents from an early age, vs. kaiser secretly buying a ball with his own money and going to great lengths to hide it from his father based on a correct assumption that he would forcibly take it from him).

I was also struck by just how... cartoonish the emphasis on how bad the collectivism of isagi's previous teams is was (the most sinister thing that isagi encounters pre-blue lock being that his friends peer pressure him into doing karaoke is hilarious), but I'm well-known as a blue lock libertarianism truther so I don't think that's very surprising for me to say.

that being said I am interested in how they developed such similar thought processes wrt to success and competition from such different backgrounds. like with kaiser you can argue that his hostility and desire to "crush" other players is a (deeply maladaptive) defense mechanism but by all accounts isagi is just..... like that? which I don't count as bad writing (honestly I like that his perspective is considered "important" enough to follow/to demand sympathy even though he lacks so many traditional signifiers of protagonistdom, one of which is having a sympathetic backstory. it's unusual and part of blue lock's commentary on the sports manga genre!) but is still fascinating nonetheless

[glimpsesofeuterpe]

why #izzy hands written in all caps is in trends thingy on twixter?? what does it even mean? what happened to his hands?? (didn't watch s2 yet)