#floor 17

[drenched-in-sunlight]

when they are reunited on Earth-42…

#punkflower #hobie brown #miles morales #spiderman across the spiderverse #hobie is 17 #albi’s art #nearly got caffeine overdose while drawing this cheer #*looking at the ref to draw this* the fuck Miguel did all this? I’m going to k*ll him istg who did this to a 15-year-old ??? #next movie he better kneel on the floor groveling at Miles’ feet for forgiveness I am serious

[brainlessbaguette]

All these years later and they still have some of my favorite designs

#can you tell I have favorites #the amount of times Ive drawn midna #but like her design is just so good #and tp zelda cannot be dethroned as my favorite zelda design #shes just so regal #my jaw hit the floor at each of their reveals #and I havent recovered #its been 17 years #the legend of zelda #loz #zelda #twilight princess #princess zelda #midna true form #midna

[stormyoceans]

yeah sea i think we all know that........

#I NO LONGER HAVE WORDS #one of these days i need to make a compilation of sea sitting on jimmy's lap #he can be in a room with 17 chairs 13 stools 9 benches 5 couches 3 beds and a floor covered in pillows #but if jimmy is in there too sea's gonna point at him and be like 'it's free sitting place <3' #I HATE THEM BUT I LOVE THEM BUT I HATE THEM BUT I LOVE THEM #jimmy jitaraphol #sea tawinan #jimmysea #m: txt

[skyward-floored]

I'm realizing I think a lot of the Links are younger then most people generally put them at

#not everybody #but #like I think Legend is only like 17-18 #maybe even more like 16 if I'm feeling particularly angsty #a lot of people put him more at 19-20+ #and i think warriors and twilight are only like early twenties #no more than 23 or 4 #just something interesting i noticed #rambles from the floor #linkeduniverse #linked universe #maybe its because i have a lot of younger siblings idk

[tyforthevnm]

Skate and Surf Festival 2004 at Convention Hall, Asbury Park, NJ | April 17, 2004 | Joey Kotfica

#skate and surf 2004 #april 17 2004 #april 2004 #2004 #joey kotfica #ilovetattooedbassplayers #rica.archive #frank iero #white guitar #frank floor #bullets era

[roomy-ghosted]

JUST started a good Durge playthrough and I'm dying over my absolute little guy bard Tinfoil.

#bg3 #bg3 tav #baldurs gate 3 #(Im a tag rambler so theres a lot here-) he's got voice six and because of that I'm opting he's incredibly INCREDIBLY young #like- probably 9? Dragonborn reach 10 year old human size at 3 for them so. yeah- #human-body wise he's about 17? but he's still got so little thoughts in his head. Which is canon as well at least #not gonna romance ANYONE as Tinfoil but we're gonna all be besties. #still deciding if he'll slurp tadpoles. he gives into peer preassure very easily and is very easily bossed around. #so it depends at the moment in the cutscene i guess. #he's the group kid. i think shadowheart would mother him a lot and he looks up to Karlach A SHITTON. 'She's so cool...' #'why is the group kid the leader?' #everyone shrugs but they see Tinfoil curl up around a small pile of gold and gems as he sleeps and they can't say no to what he wants to do #Lae'zel thinks he's 'extremely weak skinned. and needs all the help a pathetic youngling like him can get' #she says; helping said pathetic kid up off the nautaloid ship floor after he ran ahead to try and get to the controls; listening to her #like a good lil guy #'Tinfoil; darling; you know we can always get *more* gold if you give up some of these precious little rubies and opals. Your hoard #will look *much* more impressive that way.' #-Astarion; trying to convince a now-teary-eyed tinfoil to give up his hoard so the party can buy health potions #'its not...its not impressive?' he starts crying and Shadowheart has to comfort him #I KNOW he's gonna go murder mode and stuff. but everyone at camp thinks it's just dragonborn instincts kicking in #so they just like chain him to a tree for the night. #its funny i think #'NO! BAD TINFOIL! STOP TRYING TO EAT THE BIRDS!' #'Raughguguhguguh. Tinfoil *NEEDS* sauce...' #he is on a leash constantly because he is enamoured with the beauty of the world and runs off- but also to not kill and maim constantly.

[opikiquu]

penacony am i right

#★ arin rambles #hsr penacony #hsr penacony spoilers #honkai star rail #honkai star rail spoilers #hsr caelus #hsr spoilers #hsr story spoilers #WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT. #I ACTUALLY CRIED SO HARD #AND THEN THE PHOTO OF THEM. AND THEN THEY. THE. IM SO #IM TORN #IM SO BROCKEN #trailblazer after seeing 2 people die in front of them: 👨‍💻 #Unrelated but is caelus a dog or something #like we met her… #not even a few hours ago #and he dropped to the floor sobbing like they grew up together #CALM DOWN. YOU HAVE LIKE 17 OTHER FRIENDS #i cant even talk trash i was cryng too nvm bro we in the same boat #(its sinking) #i love rambling in hashtags im sorry. Ignore all that . #hsr trailblazer

[teecupangel]

If you haven't already done it... Death Parade!Desmond

As Decim obv, because he's a bartender

Maybe he's there for his ancestors when they die? Or smth

For those curious, Death Parade is a 12 episode anime. The premise is when a person die, they are sent to a bar (there are multiple bars) and is told to play a game chosen by a roulette by the bartender. Using this game as a medium, the bartender (the arbiter) would observe and decide if they are to be escorted to be reincarnated or to be sent to the void where their soul will be lost forever. The anime itself is focused on Decimm the bartender in charged of overseeing the games between two people who died at the same time. It’s a very good anime but it’s also very depressing and uuuhhh… contains certain topics that can be quite triggering for some so please be careful when you do watch it.

.

.

Floor 17 was a strange bar.

Oh, the decoration was nice. It looked like an upscale bar one would see in New York. Soft lights, calming non-intrusive music…

The bar was strange because it shouldn’t exist.

Floor 17 was not ready.

But it looked ready.

There was an arbiter there as well.

The elevator that should lead the dead to the floor assigned to them would sometimes… open to floor 17.

And no one knew what happens in Floor 17.

All they knew was that, after some time, the elevators for the final judgment would operate from that floor.

To be reincarnated…

To be sent to the void…

There was no pattern of which elevator would move.

It all seemed random.

Like an arbiter had done their job.

Floor 17 should not exist.

The moment the dead entered the floor, there was nothing the system could do but wait.

And when the final judgment had been passed.

… everyone just forgot about it.

All of it.

Only to be reminded by its existence once another dead had been sent to the non-existing floor.

.

.

Edward didn’t know where he was or why he was here.

His last memories were…

… sailing the Jackdaw?

No.

Dinner.

He was having dinner with his family, asking Haytham what he would like for his birthday tomorrow.

He walked out of the strange small room that dinged the moment he got out, sliding close. He walked towards the end of the hall and was greeted by a large room.

“Welcome.”

It looked familiar.

Why would it look familiar?

Edward stared at the man on the other side of the counter, filling up a glass until it was halfway full with a huge ice inside.

Edward’s feet led him to the counter and he sat in front of the man.

He took the glass.

The liquid was gold.

Ambrosia.

The true drink of the gods.

Edward drank it.

It tasted like…

“Would you like to play now?” The bartender asked.

“At least let me finish my drink this time.” Edward said lightly.

The man’s lips curved into a fond smile.

“Of course.”

.

.

It always ends the same.

He already knew where he would lead him.

Again and again.

No matter how many times he has to do it.

He will keep him alive.

“If I keep reincarnating… will I see you again, ███████?”

Yes.

Because as long as he remains in this floor.

He will protect his soul.

#if it wasn’t clear #altaïr ezio ratonhnhaké:ton and edward share the same soul #and desmond makes sure they are reincarnated #and the game in floor 17 is rigged #to make sure they win #assassin's creed #ask and answer #desmond miles #edward kenway #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #fic idea: crossover #fic idea: death parade

[marvel-lous-guy]

Tony: *lying on the floor incredibly drunk*

Nat: What are we gonna do with him? Pepper can't see him like this

Bruce: yeah, she'll lose what little respect she still has for him

Clint: *only a bit more sober than Tony* I say we just lay him down in a field and leave him to sober up

Tony: yes please

Steve: Why don't I carry him and he can sleep on the sofa in his workshop?

Tony: No capsicle, if you put your patriotic hands on my designer suit I will melt down your shield and turn it into a sled for Morgan

Steve: Yknow what? I agree with Clint now

Rhody: you and me both

#they just leave him on the floor #he sleeps there for 17 hours #Harley sees him there in the morning #and is very concerned #he prods him with a fork #until he wakes up #then screams bloody murder #because tonys first reaction is to make his gauntlet come to him #and aim at Harley #then peter walked in #now everyone is screaming #clint is watching from the vents #marvel #mcu #tony stark #steve rogers #rhodey #rhody #incorrect mcu #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #incorrect clint barton #clint barton incorrect quotes #clint barton #natasha romanov

[st5lker]

my outfit yesterday tbh

#face #i literally wanted to get earrings like these since i was 17 and i finally did. its all coming together now #i wish i could use that selfie on the right on apps but the fucking trash on the floor is so gross help

[endergummi]

Malevolent Part 39 spoilers without context:

#malevolent #malevolent part 39 #malevolent spoilers #arthur lester #like damn i know its 17 floors but jesus #(yes this is a joke obv)

[touchd0wn-boy]

#look at this idiot look at him i love him so so much #his ass is on the FLOOR!!!! #blink 182 #tom delonge #may 17 2023 pittsburgh #blink world tour 2023

[butchmartyr]

genuinely though its kind of insane the transmisogyny and fear trans women just have to live with and how much of it is waved away as exaggeration or paranoia. all i can think of is that bit from infect your friends and loved ones, “THE WHOLE WORLD MONITORS AND MOCKS MY EVERY WAKING MOMENT”, literally it is the strongest part of the entire book just because of how well that describes this shit

#while i was in college on the so called lgbt floor i was basted in it #given weird looks going into the gender neutral bathroom and when wearing my fem halloween costume #told directly when they say nonbinary that they didnt intend people like me #and now that im graduated and moved its just different shit #im pressured to out myself by ‘liberal inclusive’ companies and ghosted after interviews #theres small local terf radio broadcast near me #tme nb lesbians joke in front of me about getting in fights with them while they shit-stir at pride and other events #and i have to laugh along when they 'they dont even know im trans too!' as if theyre playing duck duck goose. meanwhile im wanted dead #and its like nobody else can see the pattern. like everybody sees bits of ugly gray and blue but nobody sees the rotting mold as it is #the state of things is miserable! so we cant stop until young trans girls can experience respect before the age of like 17 or later #sasha seethes

[thesituation]

you can either reject the idea of you that exists in the mind of someone who hates you or you can own it and embrace it which i find more fun.. ohh you think of me as some mean self obsessed cunt.. well it’s not necessarily true but i’ll sure act like one now!☺️✌️

#i’m not beefing with a 17 yr old coworker girl just sweep the floors omg #.txt

[skyward-floored]

Impa has had plenty of battle experience in her life.

Countless days spent training in both tactics and fighting itself, long hours plugged into doing nothing but honing the skills of her tribe and other abilities she’s been gifted with. Learning the most effective ways to use them all together, and win any fight.

But there’s really no way to prepare yourself for a battle in which both your past lover (who can’t exactly be called her husband since Impa hasn’t even spoken to him in almost two decades, and has also for some reason aligned himself with an army of monsters) and son (who is unaware of the identity of either of his parents, and shouldn’t be on the battlefield anyway since he’s not even of age) are both running around in on opposite sides, making it impossible to keep track of either of them.

Impa huffs as she dodges a spear, worry and exasperation clashing together within her.

She’s lost sight of Link for the third time already this battle, and only has a vague idea of where Volga ended up. Link has demonstrated he can handle himself, but he’s still only a trainee, and Impa’s seen (even from a distance) what sort of trouble he can get into.

And Volga...

The questions that have been swirling around in her head ever since the battle start to come to life again, but Impa ignores them, focusing not on the hurt and confusion and instead on her current goal.

“Where did the boy go, Link?” she asks the captain stationed at the keep she’s helping defend, slashing past a bokoblin and narrowly saving a soldier’s head.

The captain frowns, holding his shield up to block a stray arrow. “I lost sight of him, all I know is he took out a whole squad of bokos and ran off,” he says, forehead creased.

“I saw him heading to the abandoned fort ma’am,” a soldier calls towards her. “Someone said that dragon-man is back there, I think he went to go fight him off.”

A cold feeling steals into Impa’s chest.

“Idiot boy is going to get himself killed,” the captain at her side mutters, slicing viciously at a monster. “Trainees shouldn’t be out here at all, no less fighting dragons. Boy barely looks old enough to shave.”

Impa more than agrees, but doesn’t waste her time with words, leaving the keep in the captain’s capable hands, and taking off to go find Link.

...and Volga.

She follows the soldier’s words, heading to the fort he’d pointed out. Sure enough, as she gets closer, she sees streams of fire burst into the air, hears the clash of weapons and familiar shouts.

Her heart skips a beat, and she runs past bokoblins and moblins alike, pausing only momentarily to fight her way past a few.

None of the monsters that get in her way are terribly tough, but they take time to fight, and Impa is getting anxious, casting continued glances at the smoke and fire nearby. She’s seen firsthand today how good of a fighter Link is, but she’s also well aware of Volga’s strength.

And Link... will need help.

The last bokoblin falls and Impa runs for the fort, arriving just in time to see Volga slam a clawed fist into Link. He cries out as he’s thrown across the cobblestones, landing in a motionless heap, and Impa bolts, blood roaring in her ears.

She slides to a stop in front of Link when Volga tries to advance, putting herself between them and blocking his path. The dragon knight stares at her, shadowed eyes narrowed, and Impa glares back, unmoving in her defense of Link.

She sees no sign of the man she fell in love with in his eyes.

“How noble,” Volga sneers, embers falling from his mouth. “Enjoy your shared grave.”

The fire around him begins to intensify, and Impa’s eyes widen, knowing immediately what it means.

“Oh no...” she breathes, and turns back to Link in a panic, getting to a knee and touching his shoulder. He shifts at her touch, but just a little, his eyes flickering when she shakes him. Volga growls, and Impa whirls back towards him, knowing she doesn’t have enough time to pull Link out of here.

The air around Volga wavers with heat as flames lick up his form, and then he moves forward, blasting a huge plume of fire directly at them both, hotter than death mountain itself.

And right before the flames hit, Link stumbles in front of Impa, a hand outstretched like he hopes to hold back the flames with nothing but his arm.

Impa barely has enough time to be horrified (he’s only a boy, he shouldn’t be protecting her, she can’t watch her son die—) before the flames engulf them both.

...

But instead of burning alive in her former-lover’s flames, Impa instead feels a gentle warmth.

It’s equally soothing and powerful, and she opens her eyes, not even realizing she’d closed them. The sight that meets her makes her startle, and she stares up at Link in utter shock.

Golden light is pouring around Link— around her son, in a wide, protective glow, encircling and keeping them both safe. All of him holds a shine, but his left hand is glowing especially bright, triangles outlined on the back in a beautiful luminescent gold. A sign of which Impa would know anywhere and had already begun to suspect, but almost doesn’t want to believe, to face what it truly means for them all.

Link is the Hero.

Volga’s flames finally peter off, and the light fades, but Link still holds his hand up, fingers shaking a little. Volga studies him, giving Link a calculating look as his eyes dart across his face, and Impa finds herself holding her breath.

Will he notice the similarities, will he pick up on the features he and Link share, will he put the pieces together—

But Volga appears not to recognize anything amiss about Link, or even herself, and he barely spares her a glance as he growls something about not being beaten, and departs the battlefield.

Link shakily falls to a knee almost the moment he’s gone, and Impa resists the urge to grab him by the shoulders and make sure he’s okay, instead joining his side not too quickly.

“H-how...” he croaks, staring at his hand in equal awe and terror. “What was...”

“The triforce of courage,” Impa supplies, and he looks at her, his face covered in grime and sweat, and layered with a healthy amount of shock.

She takes a deep breath as what the meaning of this truly signifies begins to sink into her chest, fear and pride and several other emotions all vying for her attention. But she ignores them all, especially the sharp ache at the realization her son has a long fight ahead of him.

A monster howls somewhere nearby, accompanied by a soldier’s yell, and Impa closes her eyes, then reopens them, packing the emotions away with practiced ease.

“...I’m afraid we don’t have time for me to explain everything to you right now,” she apologizes, offering Link a hand up. “But I promise I will. At the moment, we have a battle to win.”

Link swallows, looking like he wants to say more. But then he straightens his shoulders and nods, letting her pull him to his feet. Impa can feel his hand still faintly shaking, and she can’t resist giving it the lightest of squeezes before she lets go, quickly returning her attention to the battle still raging outside the fort.

They can figure all of this out later. She can figure all of this out later.

Right now, they have a battle to win.

#I’m back at it again hee hoo #hdw au #hyrule warriors #loz hw #legend of zelda fanfiction #legend of zelda #fic #writing from the floor #in case it’s not obvious I slightly aged link down in this au from how old I think he actually is #he’s about 17 #I think of him in hw as more like 18 19 ish #also I aged Impa up from how old I think she is in regular hw #I think of her as like mid-late twenties but in this she’s like 35 #ish. yknow. she has to be old enough to have her son be 17

[brainrot-stitch]

IM CRYING

LEADER WAS READING SHY A STORY IM 😭 😭 😭 😭

#its episode 17 btw #crying sobbing weeping rolling on the floor #THEYRE SO SILLY #:3 #confirming these beings as whimsical