#when will riptide return from war

[everwizard]

Too lazy to find the original but I'm thinking about them

[emudoodless]

💥💥 FISH AND CHIPS 💥💥

I MISS THEM 😭😭

[pastebunny]

im not scared of your stolen power

[dumbasshomo]

do you see stained glass underwater ??

definitely don’t think about a young gillion swimming around the undersea after his training and being dappled with coloured light.

don’t think about that all he can see are shifting colours and the rays feeling different on this skin, there is a weight to it he can’t seem to explain.

don’t think about young gillion looking up to see his predecessors, the protectors of the undersea that he is told over and over will always be better than him. their eyes burning their disappointment into his heart.

don’t think about the fear gillion felt every time those lights hit him. if he would ever be enough to have his own window, art dedicated to the blood he had been forced to shed for the title.

definitely do not think about that as gillion was shunned from the oversea he was made to swim through the very halls that screamed how he didn’t belong. how deep in his heart he could hear that glass shattering, his own kaleidoscope of colours breaking as he left

[elliotthinkssometimes]

I miss my gay pirates

[ghostnorm]

the backlog of jrwi content goes crazy like we got, the riptide hiatus, the suckening s2, WONDERLUST!, and pd s3.. do not know in what particular order these r gonna get tackled in or when but god am i scared !

[bizlybebo]

actually starting my riptide rewatch while drawing yuri and it’s like a breath of fresh air to see source material blorbos because i have gotten so lost in fanon/headcanon these past few months. now i can combine the two with fresh memoru of canon to become even more insufferable about jrwi

[dracolunae]

You can see how sonic-pilled my brain is because now when I see the name Chip on my dash my first thought is this guy

Instead of this guy

[excelsior-dreamer]

heh hey... for the character bingo... lizzie? and also, edyn?

hi im so sorry i never saw this! there is exactly one (1) square difference between these two

lizzie:

edyn:

summary: i love them your honor

[megamindsupremacy]

Padmé holds a supernova in the palm of her hands.

Across from her, lying in their shared bed, Anakin sleeps. His face is peaceful as she brushes her fingers through his hair, rubbing together golden-brown locks and letting them glide between her fingers. 

Anakin scares her, sometimes. Like when she sees him in propaganda clips, tearing through armies like paper. When she reviews his military plans that are far, far too risky, and it is already understood that he can pull them off flawlessly. When he snarls, blood splattered on his robes, and fights like a cornered, feral creature. When he looks at her, in their stolen moments, and she knows like she knows her mother’s face that he would - could - tear apart stars in her name. 

There are times that Anakin scares her. Even more terrifying are the times when he does not scare her.

Sometimes, Anakin looks at her, with an intensity that should terrify her, and instead it gives her a thrill like no other. Loving Anakin makes her feel loved. If Anakin asked, she would set fire to her life and run away with him into Wild Space. She would bomb the Senate Building and burn herself in its flames. She would follow him to Hell with no thought of returning. 

If Padmé asked, Anakin would level the galaxy. She knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he would destroy planets for her, and it makes her want to drag him in and kiss him until the stars explode.

Loving Anakin is like a rush. It’s like a high, it’s defiance, its rebellion, it’s romantic and freeing and the sensation of being caught in a riptide, swept out into the endless waves. Padmé loves Anakin like a sailor loves the sea, like the wind loves the sails. She loves Anakin. She loves their romance. She loves the thought of Anakin. Marrying him is screaming in the face of fifteen years of etiquette training and good manners and perfect-politician-Padmè. The possibility of being caught is a thrill. Nights like this, Padmé lays awake and imagines, vividly, their dramatic escape when their torrid romance comes to light. Perhaps they can journey out, beyond wild space, into the unknown. Maybe they can hide on Naboo, pretend to be commoners and live a normal life, whatever “normal” may be. She wouldn’t know. He wouldn’t either. They could build a normal, all for themselves. 

Anakin’s breath wisps across her face. She strokes his head again and reminds herself, I have a duty. They both do. She to the galaxy, he to his people. The Jedi saved Naboo and Padmé, and for that she owes them her life and loyalty. She knows Anakin feels the same. Her fantasies are just that - fantasies. There is no use planning for an unknown future, especially during a galaxy-defining war. They will survive, or they won’t. They will stay loyal to themselves and each other, but through it all, they will have each other.

In the palm of her hands, a supernova snores lightly. Padmè kisses his temple, closes her eyes, and drifts.

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[ascendingaeons]

Hymn to Sekhmet

by Joey Rivers (ascendingaeons)

O Sekhmet, Great Eye of Ra, the First and the Last Healer and Destroyer, Mother and Daughter You Who accepted the Command of Ra, Your Father To cleanse the Two Lands of Isfet But Your nature was too mighty, Great of Strength as You Are Wanton and unrestrained, You ravaged Earth as a purifying flame And as Ra looked on and saw His Eye, He was stricken with pause By the Will of the Sun, Your Rage was quieted by a crimson brew And into transformative slumber You fell, Great Goddess And from Your great Rage, Het-Heru rose A new Eye was christened, of eros sublime And you, Great Mother, knew the sadness of regret

You, Great Goddess, know the measure of rage unbound And so You Stand, Great Mother of War, in defense and duty Of the Principles and Consequences of Ma’at Your Children are many, Great Lady of Life Diverse in their multitudes, empowered by their tribulation

Yours is the soldier, Your Mighty Sekhem made flesh and bone Entrenched in a maelstrom of fire and blood Returning home to a nation that does not understand him

Yours is the survivor, a living branch of Your burning Will triumphant Endeavoring to rise above the quagmire of loss and agony Through You their struggle is transmuted into the golden light of ka ascendant

Yours is the mother, she who knows sacrifice and sleepless nights A font unyielding of love and pride, of smiles and laughter perfected They who bear the weight of the world so a child can know childhood

Yours is the healer, an alchemist of the ontological persuasion He who is humbled by the frailty beholden to human experience He who ushers Your Sekhem through the riptide of transformative loss

Yours is the artist, through whose passions course Your Divine Fire Who walks the scales of inspiration and madness, knowing Creation unfiltered An alchemist versed in the milieus of perception

For You, Great Goddess, are the very Force of Change You are that which makes men tremble so Such an unnecessary fear, of wisdom and experience untouched Were I You, I would feel such sadness But how You smile, Great One! How You laugh! How You fight! You are not “she who cowers before Apep!” NO! You are the Great Lioness Who rends Chaos asunder! You fight and rage and bite and tear Passion and emotion alive and unrestrained!

You are Love, Great Goddess You are Fear, Great Goddess You are Devotion, Great Goddess You are Loss, Great Goddess You are Health, Great Goddess You are Sickness, Great Goddess This is why I call You the Mother of Life Your Ka is the very essence of experience! Your Sekhem is the very wind of change!

When I first called upon You, timid and unsure, I beheld Your Gaze, a window of fire open before my face And as quickly as You Saw me, You left And again when I called to You with offering of water and bread Exhausted by grief and devotion, tirelessly sung from a caregiver’s heart You came to me and my eyes were opened to You! As I lay without sleep, You stood at my bedside Stroking my back with strong hands of fire Whispering strength and courage into my ear As a sentinel You walked with me, a Mother Lioness guarding Her cub Such loyalty and tenderness You showed And my eyes were forever opened to Your nature

You are the very Force of Creation, the Monad of Being From which stems those primordial principalities Love and Fear, Physis and Logos, Known and Unknown Order and Disorder, Life and Death, Dynamism and Stasis

I offer henu to You, Great Goddess of Creation The endless potentiality and movement of the living cosmos The Fires Divine that Become living sinews and living earth

I offer henu to Your Husband Ptah, the Cosmic Smith Patron of artisans, of those who tirelessly toil In the pursuit of Bringing Into Being but a shard of the Sacred Unmanifest

I offer henu to Your Son, the Beautiful Nefertem The Ageless Lotus that rose from the Benben Stone The First Splendid Light to Shine in the churning Waters of Nun

It was You Who held my right hand as I accepted the mark of a healer And embraced me as a Mother would Her graduating son I offer You my pain, Great Goddess So that You may transmute it into Strength I offer You my fear, Great Goddess So that You may transmute it into Courage I offer You my uncertainty, Great Goddess So that You may transmute it into Wisdom

Into Your Belly I give of myself to unleash my greatest potential To burst from Your Bosom, shining and emboldened For there is nothing that is beyond Your Reach, Great Mother It is for me, now, to See that nothing is beyond my own

Dua Sekhmet! Dua Sekhmet! Dua Sekhmet!

[beemochi-art]

The very sweet and beautiful Bumblebee! From my transformers au. (God it needs a name.)

He was the first to arrive on earth! Young and way smarter than he looks. Shy and awkward when first meeting someone but when he comes out of his shell he’s quick with his words and his mind. He’s a curious bot and sometimes that’ll get him into trouble, but he can’t help himself to investigate, it’s the scout in him.

Despite his predecessors of the bumblebees with large kill counts, he has decided he’s not going to kill. Beat the stuffing out of, sure. But never kill. He’s seen the bad on both sides.

Backstory time.

Bumblebee was a standard autobot clone and there were hundreds like him. (Well, kind of.)

These autobot drone foot soldiers were put on a ship heading to earths moon to make a base. On their long journey, the soldiers eventually started being more laxed with each other and the standard military ship turned into a colony of sorts. Professionalism was thrown to the side and well… Bumblebee was forged of the ship. But he wasn’t know as bumblebee yet. He was b127. All the soldiers go by numbers since they were taught their line of bots weren’t worth names.

B127 didn’t have a strong connection with cybertron and really didn’t care for the war. He hadn’t seen either. The higher ups that were on the ship; Riptide, Fortress Maximus and the great Sentinel Prime would commonly mistreat the soldiers. ( Riptide wasn’t so bad but still a bully, in an older brother kind of way.) B127 couldn’t keep his mouth shut. And he’d usually be heavily reprimanded. He couldn’t stand seeing his clan take the continued mistreatment and even worse them dishing out the punishments on the higher ups behalf.

Finally they made it to the moon but there were already decepticons there. The two went into battle, the autobots fought hard but it hard been years since they’ve been in a real fight. B127 wanted to fight to protect his family but was instead put on a escaped pod to earth by the order of Sentinel Prime.

The pod reached earth and put bee in a hyper sleep. Bumblebee never found out how the fight would go, waking up years later. He assumed that they both canceled each other out since he didn’t see any autobots or decepticons. He was wrong.

He would meet a girl who got caught up with some cons. Bumblebee saved her but he got damaged. She In return fixed him up. Bumblebee didn’t talk to her cause he was nervous, but she started just calling him bumblebee and the same stuck. Bumblebee fell in love with planet and it’s people. Swearing to protect it. For the girls own safety he left.

Eventually getting an autobot signal. More pods showed up. Optimus Prime, Chromia, Wheeljack, Ratchet, Ironhide, Jazz and Scavenger.

Bumblebee already had like a suto base set up (really it was his secret hide out. And he just liked a lot of space.) Bumblebee soon realized that these bots were very different from the higher ups he met before. They treated each other more like family. Bumblebee just assumed they treated him with respect because they didn’t know he was a drone foot soldier. He saw no need to tell them.

Voice claim: Steven Yeun

I could have said more about the backstory but that would have been spoily spoilers soooooo…..

[avxtarlz]

Betrayal || Luke C. X Fem Reader

Warnings: Y/n Gets hurt but that’s all

Summary: Luke and Y/n are dating and she finds out about His plan working against Kronos.

Please leave in Requests if you guys can!!!

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When Percy Arrived back at camp successfully achieving His Quest Y/n,Luke, and Annabeth pulled him aside to Catch him up on what was happening in camp.

Now all 4 Demi gods stand inside the Hermes cabin while Y/n,luke, and Annabeth are on one side and Percy on the other. “Clarisse stole the Masterbolt.” Percy started. “It’s complicated.” Y/n spoke. “How is it Complicated?” Percy looked at her raising his eyebrows. “Everyone was Ready to join the war here.” Luke stated backing Y/n up. “To start fighting each other. An accusation against Clarisse-“ but as he was about to finish Annabeth cut him off.

“Without proof.” All three of the demigods now turned their heads to Annabeth. “Exactly.” Luke said. “Without proof,it would have lit this whole place on fire.” Luke continued “but the good thing is your back.” Y/n smiled. “You stopped the war.” Luke looked at Percy smiling. “You saved the world, Now it’s safe to tell Chiron and finish cleaning up the mess. I told him we needed to meet him away from the celebration, so we can’t talk without any of clarisse’s supporters noticing.” He finished.

“Me and Y/n Will keep an eye on Clarisse while you two are gone.” Annabeth spoked. You raised your eyebrows. “Why can’t I go with you guys?” You pointed to Luke and Percy. Luke looked at Percy and back at you. “It’s better to stay like this. Plus Annabeth might need another pair of eyes for lookout.” Luke walked up to you and put his hand on your shoulder. “Fine.” Y/n agreed. Luke smiled as he turned to Annabeth.

“Great. And we’ll meet back here.” They all nodded agreeing. He turned back to you He pecked a kiss to your cheek. Luke then sighed as he turned his head to Percy. “Ready?” Percy then nodded.

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It was now Dark as The rest of Camp Half-Blood was celebrating and setting off Fireworks. “Talk about a celebration.” Luke nudged Percy looking up at the Fireworks. They really pulled out all the stops for you.. Cmon you’ve said, like two words since we left the cabins.” Luke looked at Percy while they were still walking thru the woods. “Just…Thinking about what the oracle said. That I’ll fail to save what matters most in the end.” Percy stopped walking, so did Luke.

“Thinking about your mom. I get that.” Luke told Percy as he turned around and set the lamp on a stone. “Believe me, I do.” He now Turned back to Percy. “But prophecies? Those things are so Vauge.” Luke scrunched his face. “The quest is over, and everything the Oracle said had either come true of makes sense.” Luke tilted his head. “Has it?” “You shall go west and face the god who has Turned.” Percy explained. “Ares. Okay.” Luke shrugged “find what was stolen and see it returned.” “Clearly the Bolt.” It went silent as Percy spoke. “And you shall be Betrayed….by one who calls you Friend..”

It was now silent at Luke and Percy were just staring. “Well the reason Clarisse is still here is because…you never said anything to Chiron about her.” Percy then broke the silence. “Did you.” He then spoke again. Luke looked shocked trying to speak. “You couldn’t… because you knew Clarisse didn’t steal the bolt…..you did.” Percy now put all the pieces together.

“You worked with Ares to plant it on me. So when the shoes you gave me pulled me down into Tartarus, The bolt would be delivered right to Kronos.” Percy now looked shocked as he looked up at Luke. “I didn’t think you’d give ‘em to Grover to wear…” Luke then finally spoke.

Percy’s eyes widened. “I am your friend. Percy, none of this was meant to betray you. The gods are my enemy. You.. I’m here to Recruit.” Luke started to explain. “Recruit? Does Y/n Know about this?” Percy asked. Luke just ignored him as he turned around. Percy heard a sword Un sheathing as he quickly Unsheathed riptide. “Easy. I don’t wanna fight.” Luke put his hand up.

“This is what I wanted to show you. This…is our way out.” Luke smirked. “Way out of what?” Percy questioned him still tensed. Luke looked at him as he turned around as he started to cut a Large pillar. “Camp.” As he cut a streak a portal started to form. “And their Control. Backbiter can open Secret doors. We can stay on the run as long as it takes.”

Luke started to walk towards Percy. Percy saw as he started to back up. “Stop saying “we”.” Luke continued to walk closer. “It’s the word Zeus fears the most. The gods want us to fight for them. Worship them, fear them. And they couldn’t care less what we want. They’re bad parents, Percy. And they’ve gotten away with it for far too long.” Luke explained. “No. this isn’t you. It’s Kronos. He’s got to you.” Percy tried to reason with him. “No, he opened my eyes to the truth.” Luke turned back around. “A golden age.” As he started to continue to cut into the pillar.

That’s what they called it when he ruled. We’re gonna help Kronos bring the Golden age back.” Luke turned back and walked back towards Percy. “Stealing the bolt and the Helm was easy. For what comes next..we’re gonna need all the help we can get.” Luke stopped explaining as he turned back. But when he was about to finish cutting Percy stopped him with his sword.

“Our parents aren’t perfect, but they’re trying their best.” Percy put his sword up and Luke did too. “What would Y/N think of this.?” Percy stopped. As Luke heard him mention your name he got angry as he swung his sword at Percy.

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Y/n and Annabeth were near a table drinking punch as they were still on lookout for Clarisse. But Y/n seemed that they weren’t up to anything as She saw them enter back Area cabin.

“You don’t think they’ll do anything?” Y/n questioned as she turned to Annabeth. “No I don’t think so. We should-“ but as she was about to finish you raised your hand to shush Annabeth. Y/n heard metal clinging onto one another. “Do you hear that.” Y/n looked at the woods and then back to Annabeth. As they looked at each other for 1 sec they started to run into the woods.

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While Percy and Luke were still fighting Percy accidentally cut Luke in his torso.

“I’m sorry.” Percy quickly apologized. Luke groaned as he had enough and turned around and swung his sword to Percy. He fell down looking at Luke with his eyes wide. As Luke started to raise his sword and swing, Percy closed his eyes waiting for the impact. All he heard was metal clinging on to each other. Percy looked up to see Y/n infront of him stopping Luke’s impact.

She turned around to see Percy on the floor. “You okay?” Percy quickly nodded. Annabeth quickly went to Percy’s side lifting him up and pulling him to the side. Y/n looked back to Luke after gently pushing him back. “Luke, what are you doing?” Y/n said. Luke looked sad. “Y/n, you have to listen to me..” He tried to explain. Percy looked up. “Y/n, don’t listen to him. Alright.” Percy tried to warn you

Luke ignored Percy, walking towards you. You backed up alittle gripping at your sword. Luke stopped walking and stood there. “Kronos. He has plans for us Y/n.“ Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. “Kronos? Luke, what are you talking about?” Y/n said. “He can give us a better life than the Gods can.I need you to understand Y/n, we can finally be free. Free from the Gods, Camp, rules.“

Y/n now looked at the Boy she thought she had known. “I mean come on Y/n when was the last time you spoke to your mother.” Luke pointed at you now starting to get agitated. “Luke it doesn’t matter at this point. What you’re doing is wrong.” Y/n spoke. “Y/n why can’t you understand that I’m doing this for you. For us!” Luke started to pace around. “Luke. This isn’t you, you’re not the man I fell in love with. Whoever… this is, is not my Luke. You can still turn back.” Y/n told to him.

The words Luke knew were accurate but didn’t wanna hear. But now his sadness turns into pure anger. He would’ve thought you would move from the impact but as he swung his sword to where you were. Y/n didn’t expect it but she gasped as she felt a sharp pain in her arm. She looked as she saw a huge gash. “Y/n!” Annabeth now ran to your aid.

Once his anger was gone he saw what he did as he looked scared. “Y/n… I’m sorry. I’m sorr-“ He tried to comfort you but backed away as he looked at Y/n one last time as he ran into the portal. Blood was now spilling all over your arm. “Let’s get you to the infirmary.” Y/n didn’t say anything. She was just taken aback how Luke could ever do that to her. That was not her Luke.

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[xaeyrnofnbe]

missing the riptide pirates sooo bad. when will my favorite freaks return from the war

[thepiratefish]

Riptide, save me.... when will you return from the war....

[lunarblazes]

while i’m xmen posting i do have to mention that post-secret wars 2 arcs of xmen are absolutely insane. they’re really dark, with tons of character darkest hours and breakdowns, and specifically the way they explore kurt’s insecurities and character flaws are just so incredible?

like first he pushes amanda away because he’s having a crisis of faith in everything he believes and he can’t believe she would want to be with him for real, without manipulating him or any kind of ulterior motive. he nearly gets lost in murderworld trying to chase a heroic fantasy, because everything is so much simpler in a fairy tale, while amanda has to deal with the fallout of his callous words. when his team returns from san francisco, he’s forced to be serious again, and he immediately overcompensates, trying to be as daring and bold as he once was, to the point of recklessness—he tries to teleport nimrod, against storm’s advice and all the information they know about nimrod being able to learn from prior attacks, and loses his teleportation for a few days, is chased by a mob, and has to be tracked down and rescued by kitty and piotr.

then, while he’s still incredibly weak from that, to the point of fainting on logan when he teleports to say hi, he chooses to go on the x-men’s mission to rescue the morlocks from hunters that have been ravaging their tunnels. he intentionally overtaxes himself to get rid of one of the hunters, who has been incapacitating the rest of the team, and gets critically wounded by riptide due to his overtaxation and strain on already present wounds he sustained due to his recklessness.

kurt is unable to stop playing the hero. when he doubts his role in the x-men, he becomes reckless and self-destructive, falling back on his idealized vision of a heroic individual, the movies he watched as a child. because it’s so much easier to just get hurt making sure nobody else is—because then, you never have to think about all the hurt you’re causing others. he was raised as a performer, so it’s no wonder he immediately reverts to bravado when he’s cornered. none of the wounds he took were his teammates’ faults—in fact, ororo and logan explicitly told him to stop pushing himself so he could heal—and they didn’t need to do it (at least, not the first one, which would have made the second injury a nonissue). and he’s the x-men’s field medic with banshee in retirement. his self-sacrificing joyride actively puts the others in danger—nobody else thinks to check piotr for wounds after the morlock fight and it nearly kills him when he shifts from his metal form. i just think about him. like a lot. it’s really a wonderful execution of a common character flaw that gets overlooked—because selflessness is good, right?

not when people rely on you. not when it’s destructive.

this flaw is also partially why he’s not a good leader of the x-men—but i could write a whole different post on that so i’ll leave it here for now. i will explode. thanks