#sword art offline

[approximateknowledge]

the "soa II: sword art offline" chibi shorts summarised

[i-love-nerdy-guys]

You die in the book you're writing you die in real life

[fujiwaranomokou2]

Elshield Offline

[nullians]

Thinking of how Midnight would probably have the shittiest taste in entertainment media out of the five kids. He would watch SAO and every isekai it inspired and not blink even once at overused tropes while genuinely thinking that the bland protags are cool (for using two swords or whatever). Definitely would see himself in most of them except for the romance part… That assassin isekai that came out about three seasons ago? He’d love it. I say all of this with extreme pain but something in my guts tells me it’s the truth 😔

[butasslyn]

Sword Art Online Memory Defrag Offline Mod Version 5 is out 🎉🎉🎉

Finally I am able to beat Gleam Eyes Ultimate Fight with S Rank, Arrr! All thanks to U Sinon❤️ (although its 4 am and I can't sleep)

Sword Art Online Memory Defrag was my first multiplayer game. Sadly it was closed in August 31, 2021 and as a token of gratitude the Developers created an Offline Version, with limited characters and missions, of the game for us.

BUT, some incredible Players fought back and decided that SAO MD is not dead yet!!!

For more infos follow the videolink below or join our discord:

https://youtu.be/B2LvNxVCi-w

https://discord.com/invite/2GHUzfeXjP

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 1/23/2024

listen i got my last job through one of youse on here so weirder things have happened: i got fired bc the nonprofit wasn’t doing so hot. let me know if you have a weird data/database or market/tech research job. i promise my worksona is so so so nice and pleasant to work with. remote only, looking more in the $75k range but can be a bit flexible if it’s a cool enough job, i am in the central time zone of the USA and will not need sponsorship anywhere but DO need the cadillac of healthcare and dental plans. portfolio, publication list, and linkedin with my government name available on request!

listening

both of these are from my sister! this is another FULL ALBUM rec (good lord). The Offline’s album La couleur de la mer is a soundtrack to a movie that doesn’t exist, inspired by his long walks in the fog on the French Atlantic coast. a little spacey, a little soul, very sixties/seventies neonoir. i am quite fond of the very first track, Thème de la couleur de la mer.

she’s also sent me a bunch of tiktoks with Perfect (Exceeder) by Mason and Princess Superstar. hell of a goddamn music video for this thing. mid-aughts clubbing music at its finest. stopped me from dissolving into a puddle of emotions on the way to and from the vet today bc it’s too goddamn bouncy to be sad around

reading

im reading a trilogy i want to discuss as a whole whenever the third one comes through as a library hold, and a book by a friend. i do not typically talk about books or fics by friends here bc none of them have ever asked for critique, and i dont want to play favorites or inadvertently miss someone’s work. so here’s a story about porn on Wikimedia, which is the kind of database drama and technical arguments that fascinate me.

given the number of articles from 404 Media i shout about here and elsewhere i really should sign up for their $5/mo subscription tier when i have a steady income again

watching

somehow missed Star Wars Visions 2, their second anthology of weird little shorts. i was not super impressed by the overall storytelling this time around, but it was fun to see them reach out to more global studios and see a wider range of styles. there’s some goddamn incredible stop motion in here.

i particularly enjoyed Journey to the Dark Head, which not only has some interesting fringe Force believers and beliefs but has one of the sickest anime bullshit lightsaber fights in this season. this one is by Studio Mir, most known for the Legend of Korra.

also really liked The Spy Dancer by Studio La Cachette, partly bc it’s incredibly beautiful and i like when Star Wars leans into art nouveau, and partly bc it felt the most like a complete short story. emotional arc and everything! strong beginning middle and end! this IS a really low bar, but a lot of the shorts this season did not have a coherent little story to tell or a strong emotional arc, or fumbled their arc partway through, and were just kind of vibes and animation showcases? nothing necessarily wrong with that, also how i felt about most of the last collection. my expectations are underground for any Star Wars media.

playing

as is tradition i dithered about this section the most. this is more of a What’s Next? planning ramble.

the laptop gets shipped back to my old job today so i will no longer have a working modern computer. i have to dig the switch out and see what’s up. maybe start a whole new run in breath of the wild or whatever the last pokemon game was. i think i also have the sword boyfriend game everyone was up in arms about two years ago? and i think i am somehow part of a switch family plan that lets me have some older games?

this section may look very different in the next ??? amount of time until i get a company laptop again. or finally replace the motherboard on my personal desktop but that sat in my car for several weeks during the heat wave this summer while i did not have an apartment and i am really REALLY afraid to open that box.

oh the free epic game this week is a platformer, a genre i have historically not cared about. godspeed to those of you who do

making

soup bc aldi had alphabet pasta and that jolted me out of myself for long enough i was briefly convinced making alphabet pasta soup would fix me. so i found this recipe while in aldi. despite this not being a very good soup or a very good recipe, i feel a little triumphant bc i now know enough to brown the tomato paste before putting it in the soup. unfortunately i overcooked the pasta. there’s kind of a lot of texture happening here, and i wish i had chopped things finer, but i will probably steal my best friend’s blender tomorrow and blitz some of it down.

it’s edible. im going to eat it all. it will not be going in the rotation

[fantasyfantasygames]

Lesbian Death Glare

Lesbian Death Glare, Dot Park, 2022

There was a wave of extremely queer games in the late '10s and early dicketies. Thirsty Sword Lesbians is the best-known, but you also have Dungeon Bitches, This Party Sucks, Violet the Menace, Lichcraft, etc. Lesbian Death Glare goes the "Eye Beams" path that has not, perhaps, been as well-trod as some others. It's also an in-joke. (References for those who aren't familiar: Lesbian Bed Death, Lesbian Death Bed)

Your characters are hella gay lesbians who were caught in the blast of a ghost-rock gamma bomb and all gained weird mutations. None of them are physically obvious. They all leave minor traces on your bodies (eyes that change color, hair that is always moving a little, a spine that sticks out just a little) but they're hard to spot at first. Each of you has a high-side-effect superpower. For example: the titular death glare that also partially calcifies people and things caught behind the target. Flight sprouts wings of blue fire that scorch people near you unless you're holding them tight. A painful deafening shout, a force field that slowly locks you in place, a light that everyone has to fight to avoid looking at. I feel like there's some good allegory here.

Chargen is mostly pick-lists. You could roll a character in 10 minutes, counting the time it takes you to fill in the character sheet. Players are encouraged to come up with new skills and powers with their GM's assistance.

The game uses a simple but somewhat unusual die-step system. In your weak point you roll 1d4. For most things you roll 2d6 and take the highest. Your highest normal stat or a weaker superpower rolls 3d8 take the highest. A standard superpower rolls 4d10 take the highest. When you get a bonus you can either roll an extra die or step up a die to the next-highest level, and you can pick up multiple bonuses without much trouble. High-level abilities have pretty serious dominance but can still occasionally lose.

What the game lacks compared to most of its kin is a sense of place. There isn't much for setting here, and the art is too scattered to really be effective at conveying a feel. It doesn't have the high-concept action of TSL or the raw brutality of Dungeon Bitches. That's a shame, because I love the basic idea of superpowers that are metaphors for femininity and/or queer experiences and/or just plain human emotional nature.

Dot Park is working on LDG2, which addresses those issues. The rules are staying mostly the same, but she has an artist picked out (after firing the first one for using generative AI), the setting is getting more detail, she's writing some play advice... and until then the original game is offline. Fingers crossed we get to see it soon.

[omgiamwish]

Goodbye

They knew this mission was going to be important and/or dangerous one way or another. So they were careful. They made a plan.

It only takes seconds for everything to go horribly wrong.

Warnings: death, grief/mourning, art with graphic injuries

word count: ~1900

read below or on ao3

“Sooooo,” Leo draws out the word obnoxiously. “How much you wanna bet that this is a trap?”

“Scoff! You heard Raph. Those guys didn’t even know he was there. Twenty bucks.”

“Well maybe they did notice Raph, and he just didn’t realize. Not everyone’s as bad at lying as you, y’know.”

Donnie turns to glare at his brother without faltering in his step.

To the casual observer, it should appear that they are merely taking a late night stroll. In reality, he and Leo are using their ninja training to scope out the rather large house (mansion?) just outside Witch Town, looking for entrances, security, defenses… Raph and Mikey are doing the same on the other side.

“Excuse me, I am excellent at lying. Anyway, if you’re so worried about it, why did you okay the mission?”

Leo rolls his eyes. “I’m not worried. And I okay’d it because Raph is right; we can’t take the chance that this guy isn’t making a doomsday weapon.”

Donnie hums and flips down his goggles, Leo falling back and lifting his arms into a stretch, shielding Donnie from the main road. He does his best to make sense of the data in a few quick seconds before returning his goggles to the top of his head. Leo falls back in step with him and Donnie activates his comm before resting his forearm on his brother’s shoulder, leaning in and pretending to point at something in the mushroom forest with his other hand.

“I still don’t think it’s a trap, but unless this guy’s got really good mystic shielding- and I don’t even know if that’s a thing that exists bee-tee-dubs- there’s nothing mystic in the house besides a bit of security on the outside. Looks like locks and a really old forcefield. Strongest on the ground floor, patchy higher up.”

“Copy,” Raph replies. Leo says nothing, so Donnie lowers his arm.

“Y’know,” Leo starts after a moment of silence, “I can admit that I may be a bit of a sore loser-”

“And a sore winner.”

“-but just this once, I don’t think I’d mind ending the night twenty dollars poorer.”

“Yeah, you kinda shot yourself in the foot with that one,” Donnie drawls, though he also hopes that this mission leans more towards ‘wild-goose chase’ than ‘trap’ or ‘world-ending threat’. Not just because those things would be a pain to deal with, but because they’re all still kind of healing from the last world-ending threat; Leo’s shell bridges aren’t due to come off for at least another four months.

Leo smacks his shoulder, Donnie smacks back, and they continue walking and noting possible entrance points (a window here, a balcony there) until Raph’s voice comes back over the comms.

“We’re going in.”

“Copy,” Leo answers.

Donnie pulls up his barebones map of the area and has just enough time to note Raph and Mikey’s location before they disappear off of it.

“Wait, what?!” Leo grabs his arm. “Where’d they go?! Did they get portaled somewhere else?”

“No, their trackers went offline.” Donnie tries not to panic as he dismisses the map and activates the comm again. “Raph, come in. Mikey? If you can hear me, get out of there!”

They stare at their comms for an agonizing long second, waiting for a reply, any reply, before Leo swears and draws his swords.

“Shit. Shit!” he yells, cutting open a portal and leaping through, Donnie on his heels. They land at their brothers’ last known coordinates. “There!” Leo points and Donnie sees the open third floor window a moment later.

Leo’s already running.

Donnie sprints after him.

The world explodes.

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Donnie lies stunned, panting heavily. Smoke rolls across his vision and flames lick the peripherals. He can’t hear anything over the ringing in his ears.

Bomb, he thinks numbly, recalling the concussive force that swept him off his feet and slammed him into the ground so hard that he bounced.

He chokes on his next inhale.

Donnie jerks, trying to roll over. Agony stops him and he flops back down, screaming. He thinks he’s screaming- he still can’t hear.

The choking is scarier than the pain, though, so he flails himself into sitting upright instead. He leans over, coughing and huffing until his airway clears.

Donnie stares at his blood-splattered plastron. Watches blood continue to drip drip drip from his beak. Bloody nose. He shifts his gaze a little and realizes there’s a hunk of stone crushing his legs.

“Raph,” he calls weakly, wanting his big brother to come and fix it.

Raph…

He remembers.

Donnie drags his gaze up and stares at the giant fiery hole in the mansion.

“Raph!” he screams, and now- now he can finally hear his own voice, wretched and broken and faint, drowned out by the crackle of flames rather than the ringing of his own ears. “Raph!”

He shoves at the stone trapping his legs. It takes a few pushes before it slides off.

“M-Mikey!”

Donnie tries to stand and immediately falls with a cry. He curls up and screams his agony and frustration and fear into his knees.

He swipes at his forearm to activate the escape pods, but all that gets him is an error message. He tries to slap the release of his battleshell, thinking he’ll just get the pods manually, but his hand goes right through where the strap should be and hits his neck instead.

Donnie gasps, a fresh burst of anxiety jolting through him. Frantic patting at his shell only reveals that his protection is gone, just the opposite strap left hanging loosely off his shoulder. Frustrated and overwhelmed, he tears it off and throws the stupid useless scrap away from him.

He tries the tracker data next and sobs in relief to see that Mikey and Raph have come back online. Leo’s there too, just a short distance from Donnie. He can crawl there, he thinks.

Donnie pushes himself onto his hands and knees and starts to drag himself forward over the rubble-strewn lawn. It’s difficult- he’s crawling over stone and brick, metal and plaster, splintered wood and shattered glass. He tries to avoid what he can, but he’s bleeding all over his wrappings by the time he spots a familiar green foot.

“Leo!” he sobs in relief, crawling the last few feet a little faster. He drinks in the sight of his brother and-

“Leo?” Donnie whispers, horrified, disbelieving. No. Nope, nuh-uh, no. This is- Leo’s- no, it’s wrong! Wrong wrong wrongwrongwrong-!

Donnie reaches a shaking hand out, terrified and half-convinced despite his denial that he won’t find a pulse.

His fingers jerk and brush Leo’s jaw, and Leo’s eyes crack open.

“Dee?”

Donnie gasps and presses the back of his wrist against his mouth.

“D-donnie?”

“You- you’re-” Donnie chokes. “You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay,” he whimpers, pleads, lies as he reaches over his brother’s shoulder to grab a katana hilt. He tugs the blade free from beneath Leo’s body and presses the grip into Leo’s limp hand. “You need to make a portal. Home. Now.”

Leo stares blankly for a moment before his eyes cut to the flaming, bombed-out mansion. “Whu’bout… Raph? Mikey?”

“I’ll stay here and help them, but you need to go home to Dad, Leo. Please.”

Leo focuses back on him and Donnie wishes he could read the emotions that pass over his face, but all he can label is a furrowed brow.

“Please,” Donnie begs again, but Leo is already tightening his grip on his sword, raising it an inch. His markings light up beneath the blood and grime, blue light crackles off his sword, and for a moment, Donnie has hope.

Leo coughs and drops his sword with a cry, hands clutching at his plastron as his glow fades out. Donnie wrestles his brother’s hands away from jagged, bleeding edges and holds them to his own chest.

“S-sorry,” Leo gasps. “Sorry. ‘M sorry.”

Donnie shakes his head, unable to say anything.

“I th-think one of my bridges broke,” Leo whispers as his eyes slide shut, a tear escaping to dampen his mask.

There’s nothing Donnie can do. His tech and his body are broken and useless. He can’t carry Leo to help like Raph, or make a portal like Mikey maybe could. He can’t even- he feels like there’s something he should be doing to comfort Leo- anything!- but he doesn’t know what it is! He doesn’t know!

Donnie lies down next to his brother, clutching his arm and pressing their heads together. He’s shaking from how much his chest hurts, but Leo lies horribly still. Not even breathing anymore, he observes numbly, and then squeezes his eyes shut, wishing he hadn’t observed anything at all.

The mansion is entirely ablaze now, with patches of flame on the lawn and mushroom trees growing bigger. Is Donnie the last of his brothers alive? Will he die too if he doesn’t move? He can hear approaching sirens; maybe the Hidden City Fire Department will rescue him.

He can’t bring himself to care. Donnie can barely move himself, let alone carry Leo, and he’s not leaving his brother.

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A crackle over the comms. “Leo, Donnie, where are you?”

Raph. Donnie mouths his older brother’s name, but he can’t give voice to it. The relief that Raph at least is still alive isn’t enough to drown out the- the- this is grief, isn’t it? The feeling that’s far more agonizing than his crushed and bleeding legs? He felt it before, most horribly and recently in those few minutes when he thought Leo was dead or soon to be, but now Leo really is-

“No. No no no, no please.”

It takes a moment for Donnie to realize that he’s not hearing Raph’s voice through the comms. And another moment before he can hear his brother’s approaching, limping steps over the sirens and flames.

He hears a thud on the other side of Leo. A pause in breathing. Then renewed, choked back sobs that make Donnie cry even harder.

It’s kinda funny (not haha funny) that when Donnie cries for himself, he wails and screams and lets everyone know exactly what his problem is, but he can’t even make a sound now. Not a voiced one anyway, though he chokes and gasps.

“Hey, buddy.” Raph’s voice breaks and he sniffles. “Are your legs hurting ya?”

Donnie cracks open an eye to look at Raph, but he sees Mikey limply cradled in Raph’s arm and slams it shut again. He doesn’t want to know. He doesn’t want to know. He can’t, he can’t, he can’t.

“I’m- I’m not gonna hurt ya if I pick ya up, am I?”

Donnie shrugs, then shakes his head. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t care.

“Okay then. Okay. Here we go.”

Raph is gentle in maneuvering Donnie and Leo into his arms, though there’s apparently no avoiding the fresh waves of pain jolting through Donnie’s legs.

“Sorry, Raph’s sorry. Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon. We’ll get ya fixed up. You’re gonna be okay.”

Unlikely, Donnie thinks. He doesn’t feel like he’ll ever be okay again.

[slimecicle-updates]

Charlie replied to a fanartist on twitter!

[Image ID:

A cropped screenshot of a tweet by ✨NorArts ✨💙💛🏳️‍🌈 @/noranikoletta with a reply by Slimecicle @/Slimecicle.

The artist’s tweet reads “Hello back! I'm proud to announce that I've finished this commission for @/Slimecicle! Hopefully you'll be able to see it soon as his offline screen on twitch.😉 Thank you so much for this great opportunity! #slimecicle #Commission #illustration #digitalart #twitch #YouTuber”. Attached is a digital painting of a cityscape along a bay. In the bottom right is a cliff, on which Charlie sits next to a Leaf and Mushroom Slime from Slime Story, gesturing toward the leaf slime. On his back is Gillion’s current sword, Destiny’s Blade, a blue bladed sword with a golden crescent moon handguard. In the top right, a large Drake flies above the landscape. The rest of the painting depicts a variety of Charlie’s projects and interests, including Las Nevadas from the Dream SMP, the Albatross ship from Just Roll With It’s Riptide campaign, the bridge base from Charlie’s 100 days in a Hardcore Minecraft Apocalypse video, a few buildings from Dying Light 2, a sea serpent, a large castle or cathedral-like building on top of a cliff and an erupting vulcano, with a figure, presumably Schlatt, hovering above it in reference to the Slimecicle Cinematic Universe.

Charlie’s reply reads “YOU WERE SO AWESOME AND EXCITING TO WORK WITH!!! THANK YOU FOR MAKING THE COOLEST ART EVER AND YES IT IS LIVE NOW”.

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[deathbyautopilot]

Social Connections, Severed Wires - The Rise of Short-Form Intimacy

Written by Sophia 🌀

In a Logic Mag interview with Digital Media lecturer Ysabel Gerrard, the state of the internet is summed up by vague mental health rhetoric; It is both harmful – increasing feelings of insecurity, depression, and loneliness – and potentially lifesaving, fostering tight-knit communities especially for queer, mentally ill, or otherwise socially ostracized groups.

Of course, with the function of each social media platform evolving quicker than content moderation or sociological studies can begin to address, it's a Sisyphean task to try to find a single answer to the question “What is the internet doing to young people?”. As Gerrard said, it's hard to draw any generalized conclusion about the internet's effects because it is so highly contextual. But I want to take a more critical perspective on these online communities for their feigning of intimacy and love for the sake of self-gratification.

Art by Holly Warburton

When I reminisce about 2014 Tumblr, I first think about how it normalized queerness for so many young people, helping to form lifelong friendships and communities that made middle school a little less miserable. It introduced me to feminist theory, artistic expression, and new perspectives that I never would have experienced in my class of eight people. But it was also an era of wallowing in your own misery and #Depression-posting that predates the adult content ban. Ironically enough, in my trip through the relics of this site, I had to scroll past no less than three graphic images of self-harm just to find a post as iconic as this one:

When scholars like Gerrard speak on the double-edged sword of these online communities from a perspective of content moderation or outside observation, I feel that they miss out on just how low the lows were, and still are, for those participating in these spaces.

Mental illness is competitive. When someone spends their offline life craving recognition or love from their peers, authority figures, and family, in their yearning, they spiral. The internet is an accessible echo chamber of validation under the guise of community support. These online spaces are committed to suffering because it’s so often the only clear way that you connect with each other.

This is why I can't fully sympathize with the perspective that these spaces are positive support systems. I can't in good faith even reference the #Pro Ana tag here as a prime example for just how harmful they are. These are not spaces of love and healing - it's the result of placing something as intimately human as our isolation and loneliness into the hands of something so cold, lifeless, and inhuman. 

"Our hearts connect with lots of folks in a lifetime but most of us will go to our graves with no experience of true love.” - bell hooks

These issues only seem worse when I turn to contemporary TikTok, a platform where each person’s feed is fully customized, making it even harder to understand its effects on our well-being. Whenever I open the app, it’s a complete toss-up between artists sharing their work, Family Guy clips, and what Haley Nahman coined in a Substack essay as “Short-Form Intimacy” - paralleling the worst of Tumblr.

“TikTok satisfies our desire to experience the world in its full spectrum, but only superficially. ‘It's not going to stay with you,’ said [Sociologist Alison Hearn, Media Studies professor at Western University] ‘It's not a real solution to the problem of social connection.’”

Edit by kamrynmarie._ on TikTok

Maybe it’s a short-form personal anecdote, or maybe it’s a young girl crying because she can’t bear the weight of it all anymore. I see so many people desperately turning to the illusion of a community that has never, and likely never will, hold you in their arms and tell you that you are loved. People who won’t sit on your bed with you and talk late into the night about your fears, your ambitions, your love, and your pain. Instead, they will leave a comment of sympathy, maybe go so far as to tap the quick-follow button to be a bit closer to this person, but ultimately the majority of users will just go right back to their escapist scroll through their neverending For You page.

It's a concerning trend, but I'm more concerned for the person behind the screen, who sat in their misery for so long that they could only prop up their phone, hit record, and hope that somebody will hear them.

In times like these, when love and intimacy come into question, I turn to bell hooks, a radical black feminist whose seminal work All About Love: New Visions responds to lovelessness in contemporary society. She believed that true love and intimacy are incompatible with consumerism since material desires are so much easier to satisfy than the void that loneliness leaves us with.

TikTok promotes an individualist, consumerist culture as it stands post-pandemic, where alienation has us all realize that the dopamine hit from each scroll is a far easier fix than emotional fulfillment.

“But many of us seek community solely to escape the fear of being alone. Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.” - bell hooks

In a social landscape that ostracizes young people further and further, pushing them into the online sphere if they want to foster meaningful relationships, it is no wonder that these platforms have become emotional graveyards. Tumblr nostalgia is in full swing and the imminent loss of Twitter feels like such a devastating loss to so many different communities. I just hope that TikTok goes next. Hell, I’d stoop as low as Facebook if it meant I could love online like I did when I was 12.

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #138 - "Denial"

Originally posted on April 23rd, 2008

Story - Matthew Simon Hessey Art, Letters - Cory Holmes

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005 | BotTalk

wada sez: A Beast Wars strip set after “Code of Hero”. Will leave this to Matthew: “William 'Bill' Sutton is my Grandad, who unfortunately passed away a short time before I wrote this, and the whole experience of his passing was the inspiration behind this piece as I found myself pretty much going through what Rattrap went through here, although there were less robots for me 😉” This strip was updated shortly after release; the original version, which I can’t find, had hard-to-read black text in the red narration boxes. Matthew posted the full script for the strip to his deviantART; I’ve reproduced it below the break.

Denial PANEL 1: (INSIDE THE AXALON. SIDE VIEW. TRANSMETAL RATTRAP IS WALKING THROUGH A CORRIDOR IN THE AXALON , HE HAS HIS HAND BEHIND HIM IN A ‘STOP’MOTION, TRANSMETAL 1 CHEETOR IS BEHIND, LOOKING CONCERNED) CHEETOR: Hey Rattrap, are you ok?  ‘Cause if you aren’t then you know, we could hang out or something, you know, to take your mind off of him. RATTRAP: No thanks kiddo, I’m fine. CHEETOR: Are you sure, ‘cause I now a great place where we could go shoot at Waspinator if you want. RATTRAP: Look spots. Just leave it. Ok? PANEL 2: (CAMERA IS ABOVE RATTRAP. RATTRAP IS IN HIS QUARTERS, LYING ON HIS BED, STARING UP AT THE ROOF, LOOKING EXTREMELY SAD) TEXT BOX (RED): Maybe I was a bit harsh on Spots den. Ah! I didn’t mean ta sound like I had somethin’ against him, it’s just, I can’t believe it. I just won’t believe dat he’s gone. It’s not possible is it? I mean if any of us were gonna bite da laser, I woulda bet all o’ my energon on it not being him. *Sigh* But he is, he’s gone. PANEL 3: (CAMERA IS IN FRONT OF THE DINOBOTS. ORIGINAL DINOBOT IS STANDING AT THE FRONT OF THE PANEL IN ROBOT MODE, TEETH BARING AS IF HE WAS SMILING. BEHIND HIM IS ORIGINAL DINOBOT IN ROBOT MODE, HE IS DEFINITELY SMILING, HIS SWORD ACROSS HIS CHEST) TEXT BOX (RED): Dats it! No more chopper face! No more lizard breath! He’s gone off ta join da Allspark, or whatever it is we do when we go offline… PANEL 4: (CAMERA SHOWS DINOBOT BLASTING THE GOLDEN DISC WITH HIS EYE BEAMS, THE DISC IS FULL OF CRACKS AS IT IS BREAKING) TEXT BOX (RED): But at least he went out like a true hero. ‘Cause dats what he was, Dinobot… TEXT BOX (RED): …a true hero. PANEL 5: (CAMERA IS ABOVE RATTRAP. HE IS LYING ON HIS BED, LIKE IN PANEL 2, EXCEPT THIS TIME HE IS SMILING) TEXT BOX (RED): Heh, good old chopper face, at least ya always knew where he stood TEXT BOX (RED): …most o’ the time anyways… PANEL 6: (CAMERA IS IN FRONT OF CHEETOR. CHEETOR IS SITTING SLUMPED IN A CHAIR IN FRONT OF THE COMPUTERS IN THE AXALON MAIN CONTROL ROOM , HE LOOKS UPSET, BEHIND HIM IS RATTRAP, WALKING UP A CORRIDOR, HIS BLASTER UP AGAINST HIS CHEST) RATTRAP: Hey kiddo! PANEL 7: (CAMERA IS IN SAME POSITION AS PANEL 6. CHEETOR IS NOW SAT UP STRAIGHT, SMILING, RATTRAP IS CLOSER TO HIM, HIS BLASTER STILL AGAINST HIS CHEST) RATTRAP: Wanna go do some pest controllin’ ? PANEL 8: (A STRIP ACROSS THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE WITH RED AND WHITE STRIPED WORDS IN IT) TEXT: Dedicated to the memory of William ‘Bill’ Sutton. Loving Father, Grandfather, Husband and one of a kind. He will be missed more than can be expressed in mere words.

[protokirby]

A little story for yall. Ingo and Emmet stuff at the end.

I'm going to confess here. I had a twitter account before I had a tumblr account. And though I just coincidentally decided to make an account during the time a bunch of people were migrating from twitter, I would say I'm not a twitter migrant. I would more say this situation is more akin to being switched at birth and now I just recently found my real family after being in a bad place by mistake.

Let me explain. I've been aware that tumblr exists through my life, just- never made an account for some reason. I always felt like I matched the vibe of this place regardless. I do not know why I didn't think to make an account here before. Maybe because I mostly don't care much for a lot of social media. I use Discord a lot considering it's my primary source of talking to people with how far away from people I live and people are scary offline. Aside from that, I go on youtube some and most of what I put on twitter nowadays is videos from my switch.

I feel safe here. Like I'm at home here. I can post things here and feel good about posting stuff.

Twitter on the other hand, I had only made a twitter account because of a game I played as a kid (cough cough Hungry Shark Evolution cough cough) where I could get free stuff or could keep my game progress or something like that if I connected to a twitter account. But eventually when I decided to actually make tweets on there, I felt like an outcast and nothing I ever tweeted felt "twittery" and more like very undercooked tumblr posts.

I had a reddit account for a little while years ago too but I never felt safe there. Dunno why I had even made the account. One day I posted a meme to a pokemon reddit. The meme had Ingo and Emmet on it and people kept asking what it had to do with pokemon. This was WAYYY before legends arceus back when Ingo and Emmet were.... obscure for some reason?? I really like both of them and I always have and I was aware they had obscurity I just didn't know they were obscure enough for an entire reddit page(?) to come after me for putting a meme "that had nothing to do with pokemon" on there. I'm very glad legends arceus brought more people to the submas fandom. I also made a little reddit page(?) thingy because I thought at the time that's just what you do on reddit and then forgot it existed for weeks until I went back to discover people were putting digimon porn all over it and I panic-deleted my reddit account. That was the end of that problem. Don't get me wrong, I love digimon, maybe even more than I love pokemon but there's this one meme I've seen going around tumblr. What was it? Something like the gnome saw a ding-dong and started to cry(?) I don't remember the exact wording but that was the emotion there.

I want to make friends with some people in the submas fandom on here. My favorite pokemon games may be sword and shield, but that doesn't mean I neglect other generations. I know I talk about Ryuki from sun and moon a lot on here and have mentioned Ingo and Emmet in posts before and the submas posts might have the most notes of anything I have posted.

I'm not tagging this post with them though because this post isn't entirely about them, though I am about to talk about them a lot in this post. I just feel like it wouldn't be morally ok to tag submas and all that when there's all this other stuff. Or my morals are being way too sensitive but idk

So anyhoo...

I keep wanting to reveal some au versions of Ingo and Emmet to tumblr but haven't gotten around to it among other things. Specifically from an au I have that I call the beast au. A lot of what I have is edits of official art of characters because I'm not comfortable enough with my art level just yet. I've been drawing my whole life, except I've always just tried to mimic the artstyle of whatever I was hyperfixated on and I don't actually have an artstyle of my own. I of course, still draw pics of the aus sometimes just that I like to have my art references in the official style.

Something about the beast au is that like all my aus, nobody uses the bathroom and children are had in alternative ways so they don't have all those things I don't like. Folks could go out naked if they absolutely wanted to because there's nothing to hide. In the beast au, some beasts look more beastly than others or even wear less or no clothes. They have fur though. The ones with more fur tend to be less likely to wear clothing. The beast au is not specific to Ingo and Emmet by the way. I have Grusha from scarlet and violet. I feel confident in my art skills when I look at it. This au, like many other aus of mine is very complex and even has some non pokemon characters in it. I have beast au versions of three characters from Megaman Battle Network.

I just can't show the beast au Ingo or Emmet because- their beast au versions have been in heavy need of a redesign for a long time. Also I kind of want there to be drawings of them rather than showing edited official art to tumblr. For anyone curious, they look like this right now but whenever I look at that edit, I always think something like "I can do better. I can do way better." If you saw checked out the embedded like when I mentioned the beast au Grusha, anyone could tell I can indeed do better. I intend to have drawings of them before I show improved versions to tumblr though.

The problem is that I need to wait until I have a specific kind of drawing motivation and I'm still waiting for that motivation to appear to get better images of my beast au versions of Hop and Leon. The Leon is... acceptable. And an edit of an anime screenshot. But if you couldn't tell why I embedded a link to that and not the Hop, it's because the Hop is completely unacceptable. I just have to wait for the right kind of drawing motivation.

(Some people who follow me may remember another au Hop I have shown off a lot. He isn't from the beast au, though he visits the beast world a lot because he's a universe traveler in a complex system of universes. Some universes he goes to significantly more often than others. He's friends with several beasts including beast Hop so yeah he'd go there a lot. I have an entire alternate multiverse basically. The beast world is just one of many. Would that be called "am" instead of "au"? The au he's from takes an entire google doc to explain. If you read it, feel free to scroll down past the blank pages heheh)

Though fret not, my friends. I have a drawing of normal Emmet. Putting it under a keep reading because I'm sky about showing drawings just there and I don't want to just embed the link to it in the post like the other things. I don't know why "Image Options" has been inaccessible for months when I used to be able to cover things in a sensitive content warning (I'm sensitive to showing stuff so I did that a lot)

It's kind of a rushed thing I did years ago about a dream where Emmet won a horse race and was flocked to by many women. I vividly remember this scene and Emmet saying this in the dream. It was rushed because I worried I would forget but I never forgot

[wilhelmina-murray-harker]

me when i am tagged by @legendoftheotherside!

Post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title of what most intrigued them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. If you want, tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Okay i don’t have a WIP folder lol (they’re sorted in a different way) so this will just be the ones I remember that I am working on atm, including original stuff bc why not! These aren’t ALL the unfinished things I have, just the ones I eventually intend to finish. I am also not including the dnd campaigns I am writing rn

Fairy Tail

Ace of Spades

I Can Die A Million Times And I’d Still Wake Up At Your Door

Fairy Tales

HoaD - Gray (also Erza and Levy)

War AU

To Have and Let Go (published but half finished lol)

Gravity Falls

Gravity Falls AU (other potential titles: Te-rift-ic, There’s Nothing Strange About Gravity Falls, Gravity Falls Is A Normal Town)

Sword Art Online

Sword Art Offline

Original novel-type things

Remembering a friend you forgot

The Sky Is Yellow

Light Magic Story

From A Small Distant World (technically completed as in I turned it in for the assignment, but it doesn’t end where I intended)

Scripts (not saying original bc some are adaptations)

We’ve Been Played!

17776 as a play

The Metamorphosis But It’s A Play

MSF-like play

Time - ELO Musical

Tags! @chiropteracupola @dxppercxdxver (I’m only tagging you two bc i can’t remember who else writes stuff ashdjnsjk)

[fulminata2]

A nice slip and offline step counter for Polish Sabre.

[parker-d-bloodrose]

Blades & Burgers

The following is a short story I wrote for funsies about a big, muscular lesbian necromancer/swordswoman and her thirsty AF girlfriend. If you’d like to buy a PDF copy of this story and support me, or even download a copy of it yourself to read offline for free, you can do so at Winking Wytch Press This story contains the following elements: 

Bone swords

A tall muscular butch lesbian

Outdated memes & references from the past forty years

A whole lotta ass kicking

A double marriage proposal!

It’ll be under the Read More.    

Goddess, my girlfriend is so gorgeous, I thought to myself. I loved the way she dipped her fries in ketchup between riotous laughter and jabbing wildly with it like a sword. Her biceps were as big as my head, and I made sure to drink in every moment of her flexing. The rolled up sleeves of her unbuttoned blue flannel shirt and her black cropped tank top gave me more than my fair share of her rippling muscles. There was a small flower tucked in her ear, held in place by the sunglasses that she wore on top of her forehead. I constantly found myself thinking, Godsblood she could crush my skull and I would thank her. We were on a date at our favorite burger joint on the space station, McTrans and she was busy telling me about her latest adventure with the boss of a local gang that claimed some of the unused maintenance tunnels as their turf.

“You should’ve been there Karla,” Annabelle said chomping down on the fry and grabbing another one from the huge pile in front of her. “It was fucking hot girl shit when I stabbed the leader of the Tunnel Snakes.” I didn’t bother to tell her that I thought everything she did was hot girl shit. She could pour an unhealthy amount of one of her horrible energy drinks in a bowl of chips and I would still think she was doing hot girl shit.

I smiled and slurped at my Estra-Cola and nodded. “Yeah I’ll bet babe,” I leaned forward, still grinning like a love struck puppy. I enjoyed listening to her escapades as much as I loved kissing her. And I wanted to do nothing more than kiss her all day, every day.

“He tried to come at me with a switch blade! It was hilarious. Guess he didn’t get the memo that a puny knife like that can’t even cut me.” She thumped her chest and grinned.

Annabelle was functionally an immortal necromancer. She would never age, and killing her was next to impossible. The only way to kill her was to find the physical manifestation of her soul and destroy it. Anybody looking for that would have to go through a rather embarrassing collection of toys hidden in her sock draws. She was particularly skilled in the art of boneshaping, and was usually wearing jewelry made from bone just in case. Today she wore the pair of gator jawbone earrings I had gotten her for our fourth anniversary last year.

I swirled my straw around idly and thought about the knife I had hidden in my purse. It was my own soul, fresh and tender, drawn from my own flesh. Like Annabelle, I was now also functionally immortal. Since we would now both survive until the heat death of the universe, I was comfrotable proposing to her, using that very knife as the marriage knife. Traditionally, a marriage knife would be inscribed with a poem, however I wasn’t sure about the consequences of literally inscribing anything on my soul, so I decided to opt for painting it on. It read:

“Though we walk in death,

You bring me nothing but life,

I love you with each undying breath,

T’would be an honor to call you wife.”

I hoped she would like it, as poetry was never my strong suit. Annabelle was always better at emotional things, wearing her heart on her sleeve. If she proposed to me it would’ve probably been with a handcrafted knife she taught herself to make, out of the finest materials she could afford and carved with a beautiful poem about her favorite parts of me. She was like the protagonist of a mushy romantic novel that way.

On a sudden impulse, I reached for my purse and began unzipping it. I barely noticed the harsh light of an approaching headlight shined brightly on Annabelle’s face as she picked up her hamburger. My hand curled around the hilt of the knife when suddenly the wall behind me exploded as a hoverbike came crashing into my back. The force of the impact knocked me flat against the table and pinned me beneath the heavy machine.

A man with a large brown pompadour in a black leather jacket with a rattlesnake patch sewn onto the back hopped off and landed on my hand, causing me to cry out in pain. The man kicked my tray off the table and looked at Annabelle. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you,” he sneered.

“Karla sweetie are you okay?” she asked, ignoring him.

“Yeah I’m alright. Just not used to getting used as a parking space.”

“Good,” Annabelle took another bite of her burger.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” the man shouted at her, pointing at Annabelle.

“I don’t pay attention to assholes who don’t know how to park correctly,” She replied as she shoved the rest of her burger in her mouth and chewed it thoughtfully.

“Yeah, well maybe I’d park correctly if you hadn’t killed my boss!” the man shouted back, drawing a basket hilt made of bone from his pocket. He suddenly flared with magical energy and the hilt grew a large thin rapier blade. Annabelle sighed and pulled out one of her bone earrings and fiddled with it as she swallowed the rest of her burger. She picked up a napkin and carefully wiped a small amount of ketchup from her face.

“Ah, so I came here initially with the plan to eat burgers with my girlfriend. Now I see I’m actually here to eat burgers with my girlfriend and kick your ass. And I’m all out of burger.” She flared up with magical energy and the bone fragment in her hand expanded and morphed into a long sword. Annabelle slid out of her seat and pointed her blade at the man’s hoverbike. “Get that damned thing off my girlfriend so we can fight properly.”

“To hell with your girlfriend, I’m going to make you pay!” the man screamed as he suddenly lunged at Annabelle, his rapier aiming for her heart. She sidestepped the attack and whacked the back of his head with the pommel of her sword. The man whirled around, gently rubbing his head. Although Annabelle was a full head taller than most people, when she was angry like this she seemed even taller.

“Alright, if you’re not going to do it, then I will,” Annabelle walked over and with one hand lifted the bike off my back and then effortlessly threw it at him. The force of the impact sent him through the soda dispenser and the wall behind it.

“Hey, take it outside!” the manager shouted. Annabelle carefully lifted me up and was clearly shocked to see that I was relatively unscathed.

“I’ll explain later,” I replied, “Go kick that guy’s ass.”

“Hold my flower babe?” she asked, pulling it out from her ear and pushing her sunglasses down over her eyes.

“Kick his ass baby, I’ve got your flower” I said, taking it from her.

“Good girl.” Annabelle spun on her heel and shouted to the man, “Stay out there, I don’t wanna wreck this place, just your face.”

The man was back on his feet, having shoved the bike off of himself with more magical energy flaring up as he healed himself.

He stood shakily on his feet, blood oozing from various scrapes and cuts. This man was clearly not prepared to fight a necromancer of Annabelle’s caliber, but I had to admit, he had some big ones to attack her in broad daylight like this. Annabelle was a godsdamned monster with that long sword. He lunged at her and she easily parried the attack as though she was swatting a fly. Her fist crashed int his nose, knocking him on his ass. She carefully planted one of her large black boots on his chest and pointed her long sword at his throat.

“Do you yield?” she demanded.

The man spat out a tooth and dropped his rapier. “I yield.”

“Good boy,” She stepped off of him and inspected his wrecked hoverbike. Magical energy flared up around her and she put a hand on the bike. It screeched and popped as it fixed itself. “I’ve even done you a courtesy and fixed your bike for you. Tell your next boss that the next time he decides to pick a fight, make sure he brings a bazooka or something more dangerous than a pocket knife.”

The man’s rapier retracted its blade and he climbed on to the bike and sped off.

Annabelle returned to me and sat down in front of me, lifting her sunglasses back up onto her face.

“Would you like your flower back?” I asked, offering it to her.

“Yeah, sure.” She took the flower back and tucked it under the stem of her glasses again. “So, how did you survive that?”

I reached into my purse and pulled out the knife, angling the poem on the blade away from her. “I, uh figured out how to ascend,” I replied. I slid out of my seat and knelt in front of her, bowing my head as I offered up the knife to her. “I uh wasn’t planning on proposing just quite yet, but y’know what? Annabelle Tenner, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

She carefully took the knife from my hand and smiled, turning it over and reading the poem.

“Karla Deathgale, it would be my honor to call you my wife,” she replied tucking the marriage knife into her belt. She pulled another bone earring out of her ear and carefully shaped it into a knife and offered it to me, her head bowed. “But, I must insist, Karla Deathgale, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” My tears welled up in my eyes as I held the knife. It was also inscribed with a poem.

“To behold your beauty is to love you,

Your smile is like fresh morning dew,

I love it when we kiss,

And it’s you I always miss.”

--- Once more, if you enjoyed this story and want to buy it or download a copy of it, you can do so at Winking Wytch Press! 

[bpd-anders]

tagged by @inuhodo thanks babealicious. let's get gooseposting

seasoning: he's fereldan i'm sorry do you think he seasons food. salt and pepper. fuck you

weather: if his sister is the anticipation before a storm goose is sht storm in all its intensity. <3

color: red . it shows up literally everywhere it's the colour of blood it's associated with the chantry with fire with red lyrium with passion and intensity it's the colour most associated with his family he wears it on his face and in the scars on his body.....also he's a red hawke it'd be sacrilege to say anything else.....

sky: red/orange skies when there's a wildfire

magic power: he has none. he's 1. not a mage and 2. has literally zero connection to the fade like dwarves. BUT! he wishes he could shapeshift so fucking bad and he's literally fuming that he can't. and somehow like every shapeshifter in thedas has shown up in his friend group and he's literally mega mega raging it's the only time anyone sees him cry he's just drunk and so fucking upset he can't be a dragon

house plant: not a houseplant but kudzu bro you are not getting rid of him x

weapon: big ridiculous sword. you don't need a shield when your body is one

subject: he was not studying sorry he would be bunking off and smoking behind the bike shed

social media: he'd be mostly offline/wouldn't use socials but he'd have a twitter where he likes and rts every tweet in anders' twitter rants and posts nothing but thirst traps outside of that

makeup product: chipped cheap black nail polish that your friend does for you and it's really weirdly homoerotic the entire time

candy: dark chocolate <3 bitter as all hell. like him #pride

fear: he quite literally is incapable of feeling fear but back when he could his main fear was failure <3

ice cube shape: those nasty plastic reusable ones

method of long distance travel: walking..... he hates everything else. boats are the devil especially.

art style: lovingly detailed and strikingly accurate charcoal portraits of his loved ones vs. self portraits which are just a stick figure with a big sword and zero other defining features

mythological creature: the doppelganger <3

piece of stationary: a compass. the thing you draw a circle with. he stabs you with it

3 emojis: ⛓️🐺💥

celestial body: black hole. things go in and they do not come out

i straight up do not think i have anyone to tag off th top of my head so if you see this and you wanna do it then youcan say i tagged you. also show me. ok thank you