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bimbosupreme · 1 year
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I’ve been playing…pizza tower…
(adding a tag I saw that made me burst laughing) “MAMA MIA LIMBO WE’RE REALLY IN IT NOW”
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indecisive-v · 10 months
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forgive me, i've really gone down the p5x rabbit hole now
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justaweirdo06 · 10 months
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Based off this one TikTok sound
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majorproblems77 · 3 months
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IM SO GLAD YOU’RE GETTING INTO HEROES SPIRIT!!!!! WELCOME I LOVE IT HERE
The character designs are very cool! I think ive got my fave 3 now. Love how Hs Sky looks and HS hyrule.
(I'm trying to be careful cause I don't wanna tag anything wrong. So im going slowly :) )
My knowledge of its existance is totally your fault and I'm okay with this :D
Are Eras and minish Your blorbos? (Is that right?)
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hisuianhellion · 5 months
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Past to Present
The knock on the door caught Rose's attention. Her head shifted up from the papers she had set upon the large card table she had bought for herself in Unova, grunting gently before grabbing her crutches. Hand-made, proper things made from wood and cured properly like her cane. The kind that would actually fit in around Hisui rather than the, ah... modernized ones more commonly found within the time frame her help had been received. "Gimme a sec! Gotta. Get up and out."
"Ah, take your time, I'm in no rush! Hearing your response tells me my fears were overblown!" Rose's head perked faintly, and she sighed out with a chuckle as she stepped up. One crutch under an arm, a second under the other, and she gently stepped herself along towards the entrance with a nod to Lucien. The Luxray stood himself up, gripping a cloth with his teeth, and with a gentle tug? A shrouding sheet had been gradually tugged across the middle of the room, separating her personal space from the hearth where warmth and food were typically brought up. A few extra steps, and she was at the door, sliding it open.
It was Volo. Exactly as she figured, having recognized his voice. His calm, pleasant expression immediately shifted to one of very abundant concern, eyes widening as he saw her state of affairs. "Oh! Gods, they mentioned you had taken a hit, but I wasn't aware--"
"Volo, I'm fine. Healing up just well enough that I think the worst I'll get is soreness on rainy days. And some stiffness over the years." She waved a hand dismissively. "If even a damn merchant starts doting on me, I think I'm gonna hurl."
There was a beat of silence as Volo leaned back, hand on his hip quietly, only to wave the free hand upwards. "Ooooh, woe is meeeee! My faaaavorite customer, bedridden and beloathed to return to her wooooork!" Rose put on a mock pout in response, only to get a rather smug grin from the Ginkgo Guildmember, the both of them letting a soft chuckle follow the exchange.
"Ya keep callin' me that, but I still haven't bought anything from ya." Rose motioned inside, stepping off to allow Volo a smooth entrance, and Lucien abided as well. "C'mon in, I can get some sitrus tea going."
"Ah, and impose upon someone who hasn't even bought from me, as she says?" Despite the minor protest, he slipped within, gradually setting his pack down upon the ground and slipping out of his boots. No need to be a rude guest if you're invited inside, taking a seat on an open cushion. "Well, if you must know, my real commodity is information. And you've been given quite a bit in exchange for the services you've provided me. The battles, the assistance of the one who reminds me of a certain legend I know... You've given me more than you realize."
Rose let an eyebrow raise in response before gradually taking a slow seat upon one of the cushions by the hearth, grunting softly in response as the crutches were set to the side. "Ah... well, far be it from me to complain." She stretched out her arms, gave them a soft shake to follow up, and she flicked open a small box on the wooden floor by the fire pit. A few ingredients gathered into the pot... and the fresh wood down below it was struck with some flint as Lucien let out a stretch and flumphed down behind Rose, setting his head upon his fore paws lazily. Her big ol' guardian Luxray, letting her lean back against him as the water began heating up. "Still, I doubt you came just to check up on me."
"Ah. My heart. A dagger straight through, aimed quite true. I admit, I did have an ulterior motive." The man lightly pulled his legs up into a cross, settling his arms upon his knees as he watched the fire with that same, calm expression he normally held. That one, visible gray eye seemed to be searching for something within the flames, and he let out a hum of thought as he let it trail up towards Rose. "Considering how much you've done... it'd be remiss of me not to ask something. Have you come across what could be described as... a 'plate'? Colored, etched with some old so-and-so about the past?"
Rose's eyes widened a bit, and she gave a soft nod towards the other as the water began to simmer. Light boil, we don't want a roll. Lift the lid, raise the pot a bit. "Shockingly, yes. A good four of 'em. All given by the nobles I've come across after I gave 'em some assistance." The moment the word 'four' had crossed her lips, Volo had leaned forward, his eyes wide. She could even see his other eye, the man brushing his bangs slightly out of the way in shock. Out came a finger, and he bounced it in her direction.
"Do let me see them! I happen to be quite well versed in translating the text upon them! It's a passion of mine, after all!" Rose smirked before handing a spoon to him in response. He gave an awkward blink, looking down at the wooden utensil for just a few seconds before he noticed her getting up. It allowed him to actually note what he was being wordlessly asked to do. And with a scoot forward, he began to gently stir and steep the bags. These strange bags caught his attention, but naturally, he didn't see fit to make mention. She was always a forward thinker.
Rose stood herself and, with a bit of a hop, scooted to one side of the sheet separating her more private affairs from her guest. Tugging them out of her bag, she gradually managed to maneuver her way back into place, taking a rather rough slump down to hit the cushion. And over went all four. Mind, Insect, Earth and Meadow. "Somethin' about the words feels a bit familiar, like I should know 'em. But I've never been good at catching onto other languages or older texts."
"Then aren't you pleased to know it's payment enough to see these in person for me to translate them." Volo's grin turned up to her, a bit devilishly smug, but he soon turned his attention towards the plates themselves. A set of one to the side moments later, and he was visibly tearing through them in mere seconds. 'Fluent' was an understatement, and his arms quietly crossed as he conveyed what he had read aloud. "The Original One breathed alone before the universe came. Where all creation was born, that is the being's place of origin. When the universe was created, its shards became this Plate. The powers of Plates are shared among Pokémon..."
His eyes glanced up towards Rose, notably more sharp. Honed. Not quite pointed, but his next point was drilling the passion he felt over this into the owner of the plates. "This explains more than you could ever know. It confirms even more still."
"Do tell, Merchant of the Ruins." Volo smirked a bit.
"Have you ever heard of the Celestica Tribe?" Rose shook her head slowly, raising an eyebrow curiously. "Well, I don't say this in a way to indict. But they were the original people of this land. Little and less is known of them, but... they were the first to worship Almighty Sinnoh." Rose couldn't hide the surprise. Nor the wariness that such a statement could cause. "Ah, don't you worry. I see that expression, and it's a thought I myself even harbored years prior. But after speaking with someone who has a much firmer grasp of the more personal history of that tribe, I've most assuredly come to the conclusion the two clans here now had nothing to do with their departure."
The relief was just as writ on Rose's face as her previous apprehension, and she leaned back onto Lucien's side, the large lynx gently shifting a leg in to give her a bit more comfort and support. "Okay. Cool. I didn't have it in my heart to hate Irida or Adaman. Those two have their hearts in the right place, I tell you what." A faint, silly accent to lighten the mood came about, though Volo simply pushed past it.
"Now, don't get me wrong. That doesn't entirely exonerate them. If you'd note that it's common knowledge the Diamond and Pearl clans have both been... at each other's throats in the past. Good people though they all may be in their own towns and to those that don't openly disparage their beliefs, war wasn't all that uncommon in decades and even centuries past. The state of the ruins can tell you that the Celestica tribe was quite a ways off from our own modern time frame!" Hah. Rose had to grin at that word. 'Modern'. That was cute. "But therein lies the crux of the issue. The Celestica tribe was gone before they had even arrived. And yet they use the same name for their duo of gods: Sinnoh. They even, if I may point out..." His finger came up and bounced once more, pointing at Rose's own hip, where a certain instrument had been strapped. She didn't like being without it, and Volo had caught that detail directly.
"... call those Celestica flutes, a clear sign that their own ancestors simply used what they found here as their own."
Rose's eyes quietly widened. Silence reigned, and it took the pot almost boiling over to snap her out of her stupor, a sizzle heard almost on cue as water dripped into the fire. Shit! Shit, the tea! Hopefully it wasn't too scalded...! She took the pot off the heat and set it down with a pant, stirring and glancing over the teabags quietly... okay... hot, but not burnt. It was going to taste a bit strong and sharp to boot, but... what could you do?
A ladle went in, and she began pouring it out into two larger clay cups, offering one to Volo with a small jar of honey. He declined the additional sweetness, but quietly continued his statements. "I have the blood of the Celestica tribe within my veins, but... I could not say I claim to hold their heritage yet. I'm a researcher, not a chronicler. I want to learn all I can about the Original One these plates speak of. The same ones the Sinjoh Ruins depicted. The one born from nothing to create everything." His eyes peered up towards Rose. They were sharp once more. But there was an eagerness behind them. A desire. A seeking of kinship. "And something tells me you're the one who'll settle the debate once and for all for everyone's sake. Who they are. Who the real Sinnoh is."
Rose, having gently dabbled a bit of honey off of the dipper she placed in the jar, sipped at her sitrus tea quietly. Strong, but sweet. The honey pulled the spices a bit more into a state of behaving in the drink, thankfully. "You think that because I keep getting these plates, right?"
"I know that. Because it reminds me of one story of the Celestica people. The most prominent one told before they vanished of the hero who faced Sinnoh directly. Ten Pokémon by his side, he saved the land from devastation. Who knows why they had to do that, but... you strike me as one to follow, Rose." He sipped at his tea, his eye contact never being broken. "Though I loathe to place any more pressure on you. At least not with Kamado breathing down your neck. And Ginter breathing down mine." As if he had rehearsed this pitch, there was that playful smirk again. "Alas. Two wayward souls. Destined to unlock the secrets of creation... doomed to be the errand-runners of their 'neutral leaders'."
Rose snorted gently in response to that, coughing a bit as Volo chuckled. A bit of tea went right up her nose in the process of that, and with a lean of her head back and a shake of it to follow, she sighed out with a wet rasp, clearing her throat as she grinned. "Alright, wise guy. I'll bite. I'll keep doin' what I'm doin'. And in return, we share with each other what we find. Deal?"
"A perfect one." Out came his hand. "Business is what I do best, and I very much approve of this deal."
Their hands clasped together. They shook. And the fire in both of their eyes flared with determination.
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media-illiterate · 1 year
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your rant in the tags about coursers is so correct btw i want you to know i share like. 90% of those headcanons. the other 10% i dont know enough about to agree yet but im sure i will soon
@orange-coloredsky Thanks! I have more
First: the original tags
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Some general courser headcanons
I really honestly think that them being elevated from regular synths is ridiculous. They're custom made out of FEV enhanced tissue and superior components. Picking the most "tenacious and independent" units is such a dumb idea. Tenacity and independence are warning signs that a synth may go rogue, not signs you should give them superstength and guns!
Note: synths being FEV enhanced is actually canon. Coursers being EXTRA FEV enhanced is, iirc, also canon. I didn't make that up. Check the wiki.
Also, this is just a general synth headcanon: the recall code doesn't wipe a synth's personality all by itself. Instead, it causes total loss of motor control, essentially trapping the synth inside their own head. When they go into the reclamation chair? They're still fully conscious...
The recall code can also be reversed by reading it back at them. They resume motor function as if nothing had happened. Institute scientists have noted some adverse symptoms (hyperventilating, increased heart rate, adrenaline spikes) to be common upon reversal. They assume this is a glitch, but have yet to find the source...
Everyone in the institute is afraid of coursers. Synths, humans, doesn't matter. They don't act like normal synths, or like normal people even. The way they walk, the way they look at you, the way they're just THERE where you weren't expecting them: coursers scare the shit out of people.
The only people in the institute NOT scared of them are in the SRB. Members of the SRB are in on a secret nobody else in the institute really understands: Coursers are actually more afraid of them.
All Coursers live in a state of fear. As the main instruments of the SRB, they know EXACTLY how thin a line they live on. Coursers are under more scrutiny than anyone else in the Institute, for obvious reasons. They know they're just one slip of the tongue away from being reset.
This is the reason for their jockeying for position and constant paranoid infighting. They're all trying to make themselves indispensable to the Institute so they can have even a tiny bit of a safety net in case someone decides something is off with them. The Institute also rotates underperforming Courser units out of action (recall codes them and puts them in stasis).
The Institute only has a few Coursers active at any one time. 12, 15, maybe 20 max. They have an equal amount in "storage" (recall coded) to replace losses and rotate underperforming units out of active duty.
Coursers are actually physically outmatched by Supermutants, by an order of magnitude. (Courser physical stats are in the high teens. Supermutant physical stats are in the high 20s). Their superior training and equipment usually means they come out on top. Usually.
The Institute could honestly make Coursers scarier if they wanted to. But the need for control outweighs any impulse in that direction. After all, if they were too powerful, what's stopping them from turning on the Institute?
This is the reason they immediately vivisect any and all Psyker Coursers; they have absolutely no understanding of how such powers might be counteracted, and thus cannot allow for the possibility of a Psyker Courser going rogue. Its only happened a handful of times, so they still haven't figured out how it works...
Y3-66 HEADCANONS (haha new oc ;-;)
The first sign that there was something wrong with them was that they became highly agitated in the SRB.
(A lot of death or pain in one place leaves behind some truly rancid psychic vibes. Personality Death counts. To a psyker, the SRB is a horrible, horrible place...)
They didn't join the railroad, despite the offer, because they got the same feeling from the Memory Den. They told their contact they wanted no part of any of it, and bolted.
(It's a choice that the Railroad presents to the synths they help, it really honestly is. But it's not much of one, now is it? And even if it is their choice, that doesn't make destroying your personality any less terrible...)
All they wanted to do was watch the sun set in peace. Just once. And the Institute couldn't even let them have that...
Chase still regrets not getting to them in time. But Y3 would have fucking hated the Island. They would have hated it so much.
(To a psyker, the fog is far more than just fog. To a psyker, the fog has eyes...)
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magical-regical · 3 months
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This song is Xavier coded. It's so Xavier coded. Turn on cc and tell me I'm wrong.
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pebblezone · 1 year
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Living life yay huzzah yay
#a#I have beef with my school. am I happy here? absolutely. do I think we are beyond lame for not having an actual guy? 100%#letters don’t count!!!!!!!! having a capital letter for your school doesn’t count!!!!!!!!!!#like it’s not even a complete absence of a team no just like a silly little physical guy than runs across the field#and can be all cute on stuff on shirts and be stuffed animals it’s the marketing potential they’re missing out on#though I guess I’d rather have no physical dude than one which sucks complete ass I’m talking about pen state fuck that guy#I need to watch the gnomes again wait oh my fucking god I was thinking like damn I did the gnomeo juliet ace attorney moment#but my brain is knee deep in hellsing so idk how to connect them but bruh every piece of media has some form of rivals#I’m not emotionally invested in andercard but the idea of Catholic and Protestant gnomes is really funny#and they’re already British!! lovely!!! at some point in college I need to use gnomes for a grade I can’t let that be a high school only bit#did you know that gnomeo and Juliet is technically owned by Disney? add that to your marvel cinematic universe#oh gnomeo and Juliet poster we’re really in it now#did you know that the version of hello hello that’s in the movie featuring lady Gaga is not on streaming services? they take lady Gaga out#it’s really unfortunate the echos and duet aspect make the song it’s not just one or the other it’s Two Gnomes!!#have two exam grades back that I have not looked at out of fear#either they’ll be bad and I’ll watch hellsing to make myself feel better Or they’ll be good and I’ll watch hellsing as a reward#unrelated but it looks like a gutter on the other side of my dorm got busted and I’m trying to figure out if it’s always been like that#maybe it has and I’m not a gutter glorifier like I thought I was…. rip observational skills#I have a group project I have to work on and it’s evil I do not enjoy the class and it’s not very lgbt slay girlboss of me#but god dammit I am not filling out a fucking gender unicorn for your class that’s between me and my tumblr drafts from 2019#it gets a credit out of the way and I never have to take it again I am so strong#man what does it say about society that I’m more excited about Econ than wgs (it says nothing the Econ professor is just goofy and fun)#(also he does more than read off of slides and show those like buzzfeed social experiments)#but none of that is important since next week is when things get fucked and I’ll end up with more free time! yay strikes!!#update: made it back from project zone those fuckers held me hostage using social norms#it’s okay though I’m sooo strong and brave#talkingcore
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fairymint · 7 months
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I'm not sure that I have one in specific these days, a pet peeve.
But I have been stuck in awkward situations where a person assumed that I was mutuals with somebody that I'm not; it's a no-fault situation;;; I can't blame them for assuming, as it's somebody with the same tastes as mine! In some previous cases, I've interacted ooc but not IC. But sometimes I simply can't comment on or participate in some plots because they're not mine to have, and I've had to let them down gently. (mildly related, dash commentaries. I do try to find the 'source' so I know that my involvement is as appropriate as possible!)
There's a lot of mutuals I have that one may not know about as well! So I do think it's polite to ask, if you haven't seen them interact directly! My scope of vision is wide when I'm active, so I often know what's up, but I can't always talk to the peeps around me to the same extent, haha.
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fierykitten2 · 9 months
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Random but in AitPU I want to have the gang change their outfits in between arcs (just subtle in between Kanto and Johto but after that it’s a lot more noticeable). So far all I’ve got is Falcon wears his scarf hanging out in the Kanto (he did come there straight from Smash), Hoenn and Kalos Arcs and Isle of Armor subarc (I’m sure there’ll be trainers there wondering how that’s practical) and tucked in in the Johto, Sinnoh (including the Hisuian subarc) and Galar Arcs (including the Crown Tundra subarc but obviously not the Isle of Armor subarc). In Unova and Paldea he varies whether or not he tucks his scarf in (tucked in in colder weather) and in Alola he keeps it open (maybe not when travelling through Ultra Wormholes though). Also someone wears a beret in Kalos (probably Samus but honestly anyone other than Falcon would work because I think a beret, scarf and sunglasses would look a bit weird altogether - as in I’m only swapping his helmet out for a hat if he wears sunglasses to go with it)
Also I’ve worked out how I want them to battle the Straiton Gym because I got lucky because in regions with a Hisuian starter because I don’t want any of them to have multiple of the same Pokémon (even if Cyndaquil ends up fully-evolved by the end of the Johto Arc and Rowlet and Oshawott end up fully-evolved by the end of the Hisuian subarc) and Fox is the one with Oshawott in Hisui meaning both the Gym Challengers (Falcon and Samus) have Unovan starters so there’s just a triple battle so Cilan doesn’t get left out (though I am ignoring their Lillipup)
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soulsolid-a · 1 year
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okay but brook’s wanted poster is literally the coolest wanted poster i am not biased <3
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umbrellacam · 1 year
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slinkyinky · 2 years
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Character opinion bingo: Will Byers
Your honor I have to go with "ADOPTION PAPERS I'M FILING THE ADOPTION PAPERS" except I'm pretty sure Joyce would fistfight me
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bet-on-me-13 · 1 year
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Danny runs for Mayor
Simple Prompt: Danny runs for the Gotham Mayor position
Extended Prompt: Danny is an absolute little shit throughout his entire campaign but still manages to win because he is legitimately one of the best candidates around
Just imagine the crack that could come from this!
Reporter: What is your stance on Vigilantism? Danny: Well I agree that Vigilantes are helpful for the communities that need them, and they should work with the police at every opportunity, I feel like the idea will always be a city where Vigilantes are not needed. Also I fail to see the relevancy of the question, there are no vigilantes in Gotham Reporter: What do you mean? What about the Bat-Family? Danny: No, Batman isn’t a Vigilante. Batman is a Crime Lord.
Or
Danny: As mayor, I promise that I will not be infected by corruption. Not because of my moral standings, but because I absolutely fucking hate clowns and I will never accept a bribe as long as that guy is still alive. Yes this is me putting a hit out on the Joker. Crime Bosses, if you want to try and bribe me, you gotta kill him first or I won’t even consider it!
Or
Batman: Why is a Meta-Human running for Gotham Office? You know this city doesn’t have a very good track record with people like you. Even the Signal had a rough start. Danny: Well, I just had a strong compulsion to help this city reach the peak of it’s potential *looks over Batman’s shoulder to see Lady Gotham holding up Cue Cards telling him what to say. She promised to help with his paperwork for the next 50 years if he became Mayor and helped fix her city* Danny: Such a strong compulsion...
Or
Penguin: Look kid, I don’t care if you have enough power to destroy me at the subatomic level, I have enough money to ruin you, your sister, your parents, even your uncle! Danny: Oh really? I could get the souls of every person you have ever killed to get confessions out of them. Or I could give them the power to rip you apart. Or I could even just possess you and donate all your money to charity.
Or
Danny: Oh god dammit! Vlad: Hello Badger! Glad to see you followed in my footsteps instead of your fathers! Danny: This wasn’t because of you! Lady Gotham asked for help! Vlad: A WIN IS A WIN!
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altrxisme · 1 year
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if we got nif general!Jo, then we gotta have tenebrae royal retainer!Jackson
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piratefishmama · 1 month
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No upside down but they still found each other AU where once they get out of Hawkins and move into a little apartment together in the city, Stobin set up a 'date night' routine once a week.
Obviously not a typical date night cause Platonic with a capital P, but they alternate each week who gets to plan the date night activities meaning they both get to do something fun, interesting, exciting, and potentially ridiculous that they themselves wouldn't have thought of.
One such date night, on Robin's turn to plan, is a relatively cheap art exhibition at a local small time independent gallery, focusing on portraits of people the artist has seen around the city, quickly sketched, then painted afterwards.
Her most recent crush had suggested she attend it as her best friend was the artist and was absolutely shitting it over revealing his work to the public that'd inspired those works, certain that everyone would hate them.
They get dressed up, ready to play the part of Fancy Art Connoisseurs, Steve ready to meet and big up Robin to this cute girl Robin had gushed about endlessly as the best wingman ever
Only for them both to wind up stuck one one particular painting titled and described:
E. Munson Angel Incognito Oil on Canvas, The most beautiful man i've ever seen in my life. I was certain i'd seen an angel.
It's Steve.
Sitting in the park, feeding the birds, painted to look... ethereal. Moles dotted with gold, sunlight hitting his soft hair just so, catching the rim of his glasses.
And Robin is immediately on a mission to be the best wingwoman ever because this is NO LONGER about her crush on Chrissy dammit she MUST find this artist, present Steve to him, and "now KISS" smush them both together like barbie dolls.
Good thing Eddie is nearby.
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