#number 6 i think

[yourlocalabomination]

The darkness will spare my soul.

[otaku553]

Ok so I have been stewing this crossover au in my brain nonstop for the past few days and. I am nothing if not committed to the bit, so. Volume cover redraws :)

Here are the originals:

If you want to read more about my one piece spy x family crossover, keep reading!

So the idea is simple! Crossover reincarnation au where ASL is reborn in Spy x Family. They’re each born separately and none of them are born with the same names as their previous lives, and with no way of finding each other, they each find their own thing to do in the world.

Sabo, too used to the dangers of being a spy, eventually finds a cause to devote himself to again, in preventing war from engulfing the country he was reborn in. Ace, drawn to fire as he was in his previous life, used arson as a means to rob rich people for sustenance and survival, and is eventually scouted and hired by Garden as a fire specialist and assassin. And Luffy, though born in perhaps the poorest condition, grows up happily and takes whatever part time jobs he wants to do.

The thing about Sabo is that, as much as he seems like a young man of good repute and high standing within society, everyone in WISE knows that he is a massive nuisance. Nobody knew in the beginning how a child less than half the age of most of their veteran agents could have the same skills and knowledge in their profession. Sabo was— and still is— hyper competent, and by the time WISE figured out just how much of a menace to society he was, it was too late.

Ace forgot for the first few years of his new life that he wasn’t made of fire, and consequently, received multiple accidental burns. This did not deter him, however, from growing up to be a very skilled arsonist, well-practiced in every which way to start a dumpster fire or house fire. As a teenage he would use this often to draw attention as he robbed rich people blind. When he was caught, he was given an ultimatum by Garden: join them and receive payment for starting fires and causing problems under contract, or face the government and authorities for his crimes. Begrudgingly, he joined Garden, but eventually comes to appreciate that he can make substantial money in his element.

Luffy is Luffy. No telepathy or experimentation, no fancy schools, no gimmicks or secret identities. But he has still lived an extremely colorful life in this world, full of fascinating and kind individuals who have helped him grow up healthy and relatively happy. He goes where he is free, and he takes whatever part time jobs he wants in order to make the minimum he needs to survive.

Ace and Sabo find each other first, in their late teens, and neither of them realize that the other remembers their previous life, but both refuse to separate. (Sabo thinks Ace doesn’t remember, because Ace didn’t recognize him. Ace never saw Sabo grow up past 10, however, so he doesn’t recognize older Sabo immediately. By the time he does realize who exactly Sabo is, Sabo has backtracked and pretends to know Ace from a dream, or from somewhere else.)

Sabo’s attachment to Ace, predictably, causes problems between Sabo and WISE, but by then, Sabo is indispensable to the organization, and they make an exception for Sabo to be able to remain with Ace, so long as Ace never finds out what Sabo’s actual job is. Ace, on the other hand, hides his job because he doesn’t want his brother, who he has just found and who does not know Ace well enough yet, to know that he makes a living from killing people.

And they find Luffy sometime afterwards, prior to the beginning of the Spy x Family canon. Luffy figures out, not long after moving in with his brothers, both of his brothers’ secret occupations and the fact that both of them remember their past memories. He thinks it is common knowledge, however, and so he never brings it up.

[stuckinapril]

so unimpressed w men rn. it’s just so whatever

[opens-up-4-nobody]

:-P

[crystalleoi]

>B/

[mamawasatesttube]

have you seen him today?

now you have :)

[gottestod-writes]

somebody stop me, I'm about to reinvent the week (world building), and that's really not useful for anything!

[heseipikmin]

Her design looks like a "Male | 21 | Artist | I like to draw cute girls" generic hornybait Twitter artists oc.

Meanwhile, her weapon straight up looks like it's ai generated because I have no fucking idea what I'm looking at.

[regicidal-defenestration]

The language part (ie the Main Actual Game) of Chants of Sennaar is very fun don't get me wrong - figuring out when a radical means person, or signifies a verb, etc etc - but the number system is absolutely fascinating

[drenched-in-sunlight]

I gotta say I did not expect I’d love Miles this much, enough to look up shit like Secret War and Civil War II reading order, and worse, subject myself to Bendis’ writing of all things (he’s the reason why I stopped being a comic stan 5 years ago. I were a DC/ Superfam fan. You know the beef was BEEFING). Like, my tolerance of that dude now only stops at him being one of Miles’ creators. So that better writers can do the kid justice years later. That’s it.

Like, why is the “r u and Ganke together haha” a whole shtick that comes up multiple times during his run? It’s so annoying and painful to read. Miles can go around being paired up with different girls but the moment THAT question came up you know he gonna be super defensive and >:( about it which, eh, just does not line up with anything else happening in whatever story is happening at the time. At all.

The only silver of light is that Miles actually never says he doesn’t like boys, he just denies ever dating Ganke. Like, he could just say he doesn’t swing that way and the question would have stopped, but he doesn’t. So I know he be running around kissing the punk-est boy in the whole spider verse, ha!

Idk I’m near the end of Bendis’ run and some of it r good but a lot of them put me thru excruciating pain (cringe) so I have to complain about it.

Did I mention I were a DC stan 6 years ago? I were a DC stan 6 years ago so this isn’t even my first rodeo with white dudes writing weirdest things in American comic, but I just can’t believe I got dragged into this again because Miles blinks his bambi eyes on screen and makes me want to rotate him in my brain so I need to know the lore of him in every medium, apparently.

[hawkinslibrary]

The Weirdo on Maple Street Soundtrack (1/2)

01. Bad Girls | Peter Howarth 02. Go Nowhere | Reagan Youth 03. Should I Stay or Should I Go | The Clash 04. Deck the Halls | Chicks With Hits 05. Jingle Bells | The Canterbury Choir 06. Dark Stars | Mark Glass 07. I'm Taking Off (Shield Your Eyes) | Space Knife

[zoueriemandzijnopmars]

I saw some posts complaining about aphobia/(ace-/aro-)exclusionism and while I luckily did not see any of such original posts, I do want to bring some more positive energy here by telling y’all that I came out as ace to 2 colleagues this year and we had a really great talk about it and one of them came out as demi as well so that was a really nice experience this year

[silverskye13]

The thing about the void is, it's empty. People forget just how distant the distance between stars is, even Joel, who seems convinced at all times that he knows all things. Seems. People contain nearly as many multitudes as the void. That's what Etho finds so thrilling about this whole soulmate thing, really. The fullness. The intensity.

Etho is only skin deep, not because he's shallow, but because he's empty. That's the thing about the void. The distance between stars is nearly unfathomable. It can be calculated, but it cannot be filled. Etho spends a lot of time feeling empty, like the distance between his heart and his lungs in measured in light years. Feelings come to him as distant impressions, constantly traveling, brushing by his edges so small they're less than ripples on water.

This probably makes no sense.

See, the thing about being made of void, born from void, called to void, is you resemble it a great deal, and resembling nothing is very hard to describe. He's alive, obviously, and something resembling a human shape, but the depth of him is different. Etho feels like the void feels - soft and muffled by distance. When emotions finally collide with something, the explosion is brilliant enough to create light, noise, cacophony, and it burns and it fades, and in a million years it might happen again.

He had expected to drown Joel in his emptiness, when their souls tethered. And maybe at first he did. But Joel was so much it was intoxicating.

The Relationship is burning. Etho on his own might not be too bothered by this. Sure, there's the chance that anger and dismay might collide somewhere in the distance between his desperate pieces and create some super nova emotion, but he doesn't expect it to. Joel, however - human and small and contained and a multitude in the space between skin instead of the space between stars - feels almost everything at once and Etho basks in it like it's the sun. Joel is anger and dismay and the inevitability of it all and he's running, and Etho has to focus on that light that is Joel just to follow. They run to their home, up in flames, and Joel is shouting and Etho is shouting, and he's feeling everything Joel is feeling and it's intense. It leaves Etho breathless. He feels tears in his eyes. And then Etho is filled with the greatest concern, a mournful feeling like a canary caged in his ribs, and Joel circles back from their home to hold his hand.

"We knew this would happen," Joel tells him, trying to be reassuring, and all Etho can do is nod. The concern is baffling. It stuns him just as surely as any punch could. It wants to cup him in its hands and keep him safe, it wants to remind him this is all just a game and really it's no big loss. It's only five words. We knew this would happen. Joel might as well have told him he would never feel pain again. Concern. Concern is the color of a white dwarf, bright and small and tenacious.

They dig through the remains, they recover, and Etho feels it. Soft like the vibration between planets, like a solar storm invisible and deadly scattered into the atmospheres of a thousand foundling gas giants. Joel is angry. It bubbles up from the depths of him, prickles beneath Etho's skin like the acid rain on Venus trying to crawl out of his pores.

"If the Relationship burns," Joel repeats, vicious and red, red, angry, red, "everything burns."

There's a flint and steel in Joel's hands, a grin on his face, and his anger is giddy in a way that flutters in Etho's chest like laughter. Joel feels so much, so much, all the time. Is this what it means to be human?

Etho has never felt more human in his life, and he wants to feel it all. He wants Joel to get angrier. He wants to taste rage and ambition, hopelessness and despair. He wants to chart their colors, the frequencies they make, the way their atoms collide. He wants the space between stars to be full and teeming, he wants every solar system to boil.

Etho follows Joel like the rings around Saturn. They're chanting together. If the Relationship burns, everything burns. Etho feels giddy. Joel sounds manic. Mania. That's a good word for it, this feeling like the very stars are rioting beneath his skin. If Etho is made from the stuff of the End, maybe this is what the Beginning felt like. They set fire to the server one home at a time. Flint and steel crack together like colliding asteroids, they light like solar fire.

"Not the box!" Ren howls at him, and Etho laughs as he passes him, chanting under his breath every word Joel says. "Etho! Control your wife!"

Etho laughs. It's funny. It's hilarious. It's unthinkable. Control Joel? Control Joel? He might as well try to capture the universe in the palm of his hand. Joel is a multitude, an endless ocean that washes over him in waves. Etho wants more of him. He wants to feel everything in that same ravenous way a quasar devours space and time. He wants to wrap these moments around him into a singularity so intense it settles in his chest like a second soul.

The Box burns.

Etho has never felt so out of control in his life. He follows Joel like chaos does, his closest companion, the haunt to his steps. He doesn't care if they win. All he cares is that Joel contain his multitudes, and those multitudes spill.

The laws of gravity dictate a great many things. An apple will always fall from a tree to the earth. So will a person slipping from a height, or a piece of dripstone thrust from its mooring. The planets will always turn around their stars, the moons around their planets, their satellites. A solar system will always fly, careening through the universe so quickly you cannot even fathom its movement.

An area of high pressure will always diffuse into an area of nothing, until at long last they reach perfect equilibrium.

[hood-ex]

hi! can you tell me how old dick was in battle for the cowl and then when he was batman to damian's robin?

Based on Tim and Jason's ages, Dick was prob mid-twenties. Like 25/26. He was probably the same age during both events since they happened near each other.

[rawjoy]

when i stop for my diet coke after work and my fav convenient store cashier greets me with “HEYYYY MY ANGEL” with a healthy side of checkout counter flirting

[allpromarlo]

don’t let sukuna being a hater ass bitch distract you from the fact that yuji is HIM