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bewarethemoonlads · 1 year

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i had about seven different fever dreams last night and one of them was me walking down the street on Halloween night with Lemmy from Motorhead, and idk how it came up but basically he said “people can love what they want just cause they love it. you have bat tattoos, but you’ve never been a bat, or have a deep connection with bats, do you?”

and i responded “no, i guess i just really really love bats”

and he said something along the lines of “if bats make you happy, then that’s all you need.”

like goddamn. thank you for the pep talk, dream lemmy. you were the realest

#i dont know where he came from #i was just walkin down the street at night in my town #was my mans visiting me in my dreams or was it the flu conjuring up a metal figure to hype me up for some reason?#i mean a few days ago i had a dream that spencer from INK was in target christmas shopping #so either somethings deeply wrong with me or this flu is straight up kicking my ass #dreams

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s0fter-sin · 4 months

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prince!ghost and lord in waiting!soap

ghost is a warrior prince, next in line after king price and it’s always been accepted he would be the lone ruler; never one for entertaining the courts or indulging foreign rulers trying to consolidate their power. he hardly acts like a prince at all, in name only when he spends more time as a pseudo captain of the guard. price has never begrudged him that, not when he himself has been a lone king since his inauguration

though he’s a warrior prince, he’s never lost the favour of the people; many see him as a guardian even if he doesn’t interact with the people as much as benevolent and stalwart king price. who he does interact with is the kingdom’s children; always ready to bend a knee and listen to bright voices, to praise stick swords and shields or hear the plight of a struggling family. it was a common belief that if he wasn’t out protecting, then he was with the protected; face covered, blonde curls shining in the sun

soap’s always loved ghost. as his lord in waiting, it’s been his job to attend him since they were young and even as a child, he’d idolised him; his skills in battle, his surety. he thought his life would be nothing but service, clothing a brat prince and making sure his shoes shined. but ghost has proven more than that; he treats him as an equal, consults him on strategy and court politics and over time that idolisation turned into love

and ghost has always felt the same. he’d begrudged the idea of a lord in waiting, not wanting someone always in his business but then came this spitfire who never missed an opportunity to push back on him; to make him dig deeper. johnny is more than some mere servant; he’s his confidant, his best friend, his… everything. he could be simon with him, not prince ghost

but simon figures that out too late

king price gets word from king shepherd, a kingdom they’ve only recently stopped feuding with and he’s offering up his son, prince graves, as a way to bond their kingdoms together and firmly put war behind them. price is ready to deny him, he doesn’t fear war from shepherd, when he sends some ancient laws that leave him unable to refuse. he hates it, hates that he’s ruining ghost’s happiness and feels like he’s betraying his adopted son but there’s nothing he can do

graves comes to their kingdom within the month and it’s clear from the moment he walks through their gates that he’s the opposite of ghost; arrogant and conceited, his ceremonial armour glossy and untouched by battle. he’s dismissive of their servants, of their ways, of their people and ghost hates him

graves insists that the wedding happen as soon as possible, pushing the craftsmen and cooks beyond their limits to prepare and every moment ghost spends with him, the more he dreads his wedding day. every evening he retreats to his room, exhausted, and it’s all johnny can do to keep him afloat; trying to keep him positive as ghost falls away and simon breaks in his arms. he wants to whisk him away like the old tales, the pain his oldest friend and love is in making his heart ache but all he can do is promise to be there with him

but it seems graves wants to take even him away

“soap’s been my lord in waiting since we were children,” ghost protests, voice barely clinging to civility. “i wouldn’t want to lose such a valuable worker.”

“there are plenty of decent servants in our kingdom; you’ll forget this one soon enough,” graves waves away, carding a possessive hand over his curls and it’s only bc he’s looking for it that soap sees ghost’s jaw twitch beneath his neck gaiter. “it’s custom for one marrying into our kingdom to embrace all that it has to offer, leaving who they were behind to become someone better. you’re entering a new life with me; you don’t need the baggage of this dreary place.”

soap feels sick as he walks behind them, his blank expression hiding all sign of his breaking heart.

“soap is beholden to me,” ghost declares. “we were sworn together by the old laws. i’m afraid a custom isn’t enough for me to break a vow to the gods.”

graves lets out a disgruntled noise, tugging harshly at one of ghost’s curls with only a thin veil of fondness; his conceding smile not reaching his eyes.

“i never made a vow to the gods,” johnny points out later. “price gave me to you because he was sick of me setting fire to the kitchens.”

simon hums and sets his freshly cleaned armour aside, turning to him with a twinkle in his eyes he’s barely seen since sheperd’s missive. “you pinkie swore that you would never leave me; that’s more powerful than any promise to the gods,” he says and soap’s thrown back fifteen years, to a willow tree big enough to touch the sky; to two boys from different stations who didn’t care that one was dressed in silk and the other in scraps.

johnny feels a lightness he hasn’t in a month as simon winks at him. “besides, do you really think graves is smart enough to figure it out?”

the days pass quickly, graves’ veneer of affection growing ever thinner, and before either of them are ready, it’s the eve of ghost’s wedding.

he’s said nothing, done nothing but stare at the wedding robes graves had tailored for him in the fashion of his kingdom and johnny doesn’t know how to break the silence. he draws out each second as he fusses with the cape piece and ensures the shoes shine in the fire light until he has no more excuses.

he sighs as he straightens up, brushing off polish onto his pants. “i suppose this is where i leave you,” he says with a weak smile but it quickly dies when simon still doesn’t look at him. “i’ll be here in the morning to help you get ready… good night, simon.”

johnny bows and makes for the door, trying to convince himself he didn’t just say goodbye.

but he’s stopped by simon’s hand loosely wrapping around his wrist.

he looks back as simon finally tears his eyes away from the robes, looking at him with such clear longing it almost brings him to his knees.

“i don’t want graves to be the first man to touch me, johnny,” he confesses and johnny’s breath hitches. “i don’t want to be married to another… not when the one i’m set to wed isn’t you. but if i have to do this… please let me feel loved one final time.”

simon’s thumb brushes the back of his hand; their kingdom’s greatest warrior caressing him with a touch light as silk. he doesn’t pull johnny in, doesn’t need to; johnny’s already sinking into his touch.

desperation and love tinge every movement; johnny dancing his fingers over simon’s neck gaiter until he all too happily removes it, baring his scarred cheeks and lips. johnny kisses each one, willing his love and his touch to linger above all others as they move together; sharing breath, sharing body, sharing soul the way they wish they always have.

when ghost makes his way down the aisle, it’s not in the fine embroidered robes graves had laid out for him. he’s in his battle armour; dark and weathered, the sign of the ghost, the warrior prince, going to battle. the only thing missing is his helm, tucked under his arm.

showing his hair; curls gone and shaved tight to his skin.

a thing done only in a time of great mourning.

graves looks irate and it’s the only spark of joy ghost feels as he stops before the altar; set beneath the willow tree where johnny promised himself to him. one final insult.

ghost is silent throughout the ceremony and in spirit and in grief, so is the entire gathered kingdom until the priestess reaches the final vows and suddenly, a great roar rises above the crowd as seemingly every child in the kingdom swarms the altar.

ghost is too shocked to do anything but let them push him away from graves, bullying their way between them like they’re preparing to protect him just as he’s always protected them.

graves is furious but the children stand firm in the face of his threats until he moves to strike one-

and freezes as soap’s blade finds his throat.

“you would dare hurt these children?” he growls, sword following graves as he stumbles back. “you’ve kept up your charade the entire time and here is where you show your true colours. i think it’s time i show mine.”

graves splutters as johnny turns to the priestess and king price, falling to one knee and offering up his blade. “your grace, i wish to challenge prince graves for the hand of prince simon!”

his voice rings clear and he feels the eyes of every person in the kingdom.

but he only cares for one man.

who is watching him with more love than he’s ever felt.

“who are you to challenge me?” graves sneers. “you’re nothing more than a servant; no better than the dirt on my boots.”

johnny doesn’t bother to look at him, too caught in the love in simon’s eyes and the grateful look on king price’s face. “then you should have nothing to worry about. you’ve been crowing your accolades from the rooftops since you got here; let’s see if you live up to the hype.”

because simon only ever introduced him as his lord in waiting.

never as sir soap- his second in command and one of the greatest swordsmen their kingdom has ever seen.

#soaps challenge over rules the law shepherd wrapped price up in and hes all too happy to grant it #and of course soap wins and the kingdom gets to witness the marriage of prince simon and sir johnny #im imagining soap as full highlander in the last scene #huge mohawk with braided sides running down his back kilt great sword the works #i dont know where this came from lmao i was half asleep listening to sick of losing soulmates by dodie and it was like i was possessed #which is my favourite type of inspiration i cant lie #laswell is the priestess and gaz is prices advisor or his lord in waiting im not sure #lord in waiting is the male equivalent of lady in waiting just btw as far as i know its like a personal handmaid #i did about half a second of googling then went of existing knowledge that could very easily be wrong #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #we’re a team. ghost team #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #john soap mactavish #soap cod #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #john price #captain price #phillip graves #fic #au #save post

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octdl-lee · 7 months

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Was rewatching Showdown again, and he seems to have created multiple Virablades, which is pretty neat, I didn't catch that the first time!

And that got me thinking, what exactly are the rules for his bracelets? (And is there some commonly agreed name for his bracelets?)

Because he starts off with only one on his right hand and that's consistent until he retracts both Virablades and the one on his left hand suddenly appears.

(One bracelet on right hand)

(Both retract and now there's two)

So can he just choose how many bracelets he wants? Or do they each have some purpose. Because immediately after he summons the one on his left hand, he uses it to activate his Virabots, so does he need the left one for activation?

If this has been discussed before (and by this, I mean the rules to Dark's Virablades), could someone kindly link the post?

And if not, then maybe I'm missing something obvious in how they work and I'd love to hear your thoughts.

#animator vs animation #ava the dark lord #octdltxt #honestly i didnt even notice that he only had one at the start #i kinda assumed he had both #and i thought that the virablades always retracted into the bracelets #i dont even know where that came from #i think i just wasnt paying attention #even though ive rewatched showdown so many times #oh well #and i never knew that he could summon multiple virablades from one hand??#how is that first picture even working #like hes stabbing directly down #and then does it branch off into 4 others #or are they spawned sepreately??#i feel like im missing something

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hisui-dreamer · 7 months

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random idea of a soulmate au where soulmates share each others pain (e.g. you trip and injure your knee and your soulmate also feels your pain on their knee) and you're soulmates with malleus but you've fallen head over heels in love with leona and want nothing more than for him to be happy and so in ch2 when savanaclaw plays against diasomnia in spelldrive, you actively put yourself in excruciating pain all so to disable malleus so your beloved lion can finally, finally get a taste of being first place

to be continued here

#i dont know where this came from but im loving the drama #i imagine the excruciating pain would be drinking some sort of poison??#just the image of malleus standing tall and proud in the field #and hes suddenly hunched over in pain and unable to move #leona doesn't know what's going on but he sees an opportunity and seizes it #and i imagine you wouldn't want to/be able to tell leona what you did either #since you want him to believe he kinda won without any tricks #so he's just upset and frustrated afterwards when he finds out you've been hurt #but he'll be like a little kid showing off about how he defeated malleus and won the game #the angst potential lakdhejbsldjsla #rinna rants #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar x reader

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ka1t0-s · 27 days

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what are the chances damian gets into silly bands? like yes they're childish but they are animal shaped and Jon's collecting them because they're colorful.

damian sees them on Jon's arm and goes "tsk that's stupid" but then Jon gives him a cow one off his wrist and damian stares at it, before he starts to collect every single animal and never stretch them out since that'd hurt the animal.

#dc comics #damian wayne #jon kent #silly bandz #i dont know where this came from #i just wanna see damian do kid things #since hes like 11 i think #im not caught up with dc lore but its a mess anyways so.

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loveletterworm · 3 months

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There is some weird jank going on still and I didn't even finish the rig at all (i forgot to make drivers for the eyes so i had to reposition them manually...) but the Sonic model I was working on is now at least in a good enough state that I can make a picture of it. (Thank you @decamarks for helping with his mouth surgery.) Everyone be impressed now I will maybe try to make some better renders later whenever I give him some more bones. but for now Sonic!!! Yay

#my art #3d art #sonic the hedgehog #sth #i gave him those light up sneakers like a Generations mod because i thought it would be cool #and i remembered drawing him like that when i was little...but it occurred to me i have no idea where i got that from back then.#i swear i would color him like that before i knew of any mod that did this so i dont know where it came from.#for some reason i remembered it as some obscure archie comics detail but i couldnt find evidence of that.#the generations mod that does this was only from 2022 it was like over a decade ago i was doing this...#maybe its just some unresearched base human instinct that sonic would look cool if he had light up sneakers.

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schnuckiputz · 1 year

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what if...what if after season 2 the hospital called the harrington's about steve and for once they actually picked up the phone.

what if, hopper, and the kids left him that night, safely tucked away in a hospital bed, and when they came back the next day, steve was just...gone.

at first, they think he just checked himself out of the hospital (because steve definitely is 'that dude'). but no, the staff assured them, his father came and took him home. but when they try to visit him, the only thing they find are a moving company and people packing away the harrington's entire house. the harrington's are just gone.

months later, nancy gets a postcard. it's beat up, the ink so smudged it's nearly illegible. there are just a few words: "they took me. trying to make my way back. steve."

in the end, it'll take nearly two years until they see steve again: when he rolls back in town in a beat-up truck just in time to help them stop the apocalypse. he's lost a lot of hair but apparently gained a sarcastic loudmouth soulmate and a fluffy haired metalhead on the way instead.

because, you see, two years ago, when richard harrington got to the hospital, he didn't care about how steve got injured but only about him getting in another fight. and he finally had enough of this problem child, who seemingly refused to fall in line with what was expected of a harrington. so richard harrington took his drugged up concussed son out of the hospital, loaded up his wife and a few clothes, and drove a few hundred miles to a boot camp in the middle of nowhere to finally get him straightened out.

#it takes steve days to realise what happened and then he proceeds to go apeshit #but he's surrounded by people who don't give a single fuck that he's a obviously traumatised teenager #he tries to run away several times but the camp has a deal with the local police #and every time he tries his stay gets extended #until he just decided to keep a low profile for a while until he can finally way to get the fuck out of there #the way back to hawkins takes months and months and months because he has no money and no car and for a while he loses himself #but he finds himself again when he stumbles across the punk scene and finally gets something like a support system #thats where he first meets robin in a gay bar #and later eddie in an underground tattoo parlor #i dont know where this came from #i blame the behind the basterds podcast and their episodes on the troubled teen industry #stranger things #stranger things hc #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie

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