#let's do art trades someday!

[willczek-art]

TFTBL Rhysie sticker! or a button! or just a doodle!!

#tftbl rhys #rhys the company man #tales from the borderlands #fanart #rhys strongfork #my art #csp #digital art #that art trade i did a while back?? gonna actually trade the arts irl today #and since i kinda ghosted that person bc school got in the way im adding a surprise rhysie to the collection #unless she follows my tumblr then its not a surprise but it'll still be in there :v #... man i need to drag my friends into a telltale bingeplay party someday~ #i cant remember when was the last time i drew him properly but its definitely been Too Long™ #OH i forgot the shirt n hand stripes!! whelp lets see if me-later-this-evening will remember to fix that #also its free for personal use if anyone wants to use it as an icon or print it out for themselves ;P #credits/pics appreciated if you do!!

[beloved-blaiddyd]

A Tasteless Cup [Yandere!Joker/Reader]

Prompt: After the destruction of your previous reality, you and Akira Kurusu landed in Teyvat. In an effort to stay afloat, Akira had set up a book café in Mondstadt alongside you. However, is this the true flavor of "Freedom"? [Dedicated to: Riley H. Goodheart, for the Alone Together event]

CW: yandere themes, dubious food, manipulation/controlling behavior, toxic relationship dynamic. P.S: Akira is aged up [20s] in this fic, happens after Persona 5.

To Akira, those he lets into his heart will become an intrinsic part of him. They are more than a trick of a card, more than a mask to mimic and steal for his own, more than a numbers game. Every bit of them is his soul. His relationships are the culmination of his being and, eventually, his raison d'etre. 

And Akira Kurusu had a hard time coping with losing these links. 

To others, relationships are no different from chains. The surrounding people are less a home and more like bars to a cage— a prison. And despite being somewhat of a Mr/Ms. Congeniality, you aren't as affected by the fact that neither of you can return to your respective world.

You are both empty. You have been handed a clean slate, an empty card, and an empty vision.

You are both "fools" again.      

"Bit too early in the morning to start a serious discussion…" Akira tiredly muttered, removing his glasses before rubbing his eyes.

But as long as the sun rises once more, does a rebirth truly matter?

Anyone would be remiss to disregard the sheer jadedness in his eyes and the slight breathlessness of his speech. Akira poured himself a cup. Normally served to others rather than his indulgence, you quietly noticed that his cup lacked sugar. The cafe owner drank and embraced its bitterness, unflinching. 

It's been three months since you both arrived in the world of Teyvat. Getting by as an Outlander proved difficult, and thankfully, Akira is kind towards you and a jack-of-all-trades. One might say he has "maxed out his stats." Charismatic, skilled, and bold, he has the makings for an entrepreneur with a pyro vision to boot. Unsurprisingly, he had become one of old Mond's eligible bachelors in a short time frame. 

So, by just the third week, he managed to persuade Master Ragnvindr with a solid pitch. The cafe you both sit in is a testament to your shared hard work. With his brew proficiency and your hobby of accumulating knowledge through books and art pieces, the cozy place had become a second home for individuals such as the local librarian and the Guild's investigator. 

But you'll always remember his words the night before he was invited into Duke Ragnvindr's study room.

"Akira, are you sure about this?" You muttered, tugging his sleeve. "Once you finalize it, you can't just..."

"Hmm? Why are you hesitating?" He tilted his chin up slightly, confused. "It's a good way to keep our finances afloat, right? Don't you want to keep collecting books and art supplies? I thought you said you wanted to have a small library someday."

"But, for you to work this much for it-"

"You matter to me. You are the only thing left binding me down here in Teyvat." He casually shot you down, but his light tone could not erase the heaviness of his words. "Besides..."

"Don't you like it when I make a hot cup and fresh pastries just for you?" 

That dream materialized into something called Cafe LeBlanc. Though he claims the name wasn't his but a charming, cranky old man's— you doubt anyone else can come up with that. But he sounded genuine enough. His unexplainable "silent" face can sometimes make him a hard read.

… This isn't one of those times. You know what's troubling him quite well. 

"Yeah…" you muttered. "Can't we save this conversation for the end of the day instead?"

Akira laughed. 

"Smart," he hummed humorlessly. 

"You know I get too tired to do anything at night except washing dishes and doing crosswords. It's not happening. We'll have this talk now."

Fair enough. Avoiding one's problems is a mindset you never advocated. You'd be a terrible hypocrite if you start now. "Alright, I'll hear you out."

You shifted from your seat, dragging it closer to the counter. Akira downed his cup on the other side, revealing no liquid gold in its bottom. His eyes were wide awake thanks to the caffeine, yet you couldn't even glance upward. 

"(Y/n), do you remember how I got this pyro vision?"

You blinked, unsure how he'd make the fact relevant. Still, you nodded.

A long time ago, you liked how open Akira was about himself. You can tell he had immense trust issues he had worked on fixing. Akira is a good man. Being wrongfully expelled and imprisoned at a young age must've done damages you can't quite comprehend fully. Sometimes, you wish you had the courage to be just as vulnerable, too.

He traced the outline of a pyro symbol on the table with his slender finger collecting not a single dust nor stain. Despite the warmth his vision may hold, it did not detract from the cold atmosphere you both had to face. With the angle you were viewing him, you can't help but notice his eyelashes. They're prettier than yours, you thought. If only his glare wasn't so pointed.

"When I arrived in this world, I was alone and confused. But you? You weren't. I saw your face— the face of someone who had nothing to lose to begin with."

Akira's gaze softened. He was right. You adapted to this new world so suspiciously well. 

"I couldn't tell whether you saw our situation as a positive or whether you thought this whole transfer to another reality was a cruel joke. But I had a feeling you were as horrified as I was. That you couldn't bear the thought of living alone. I think that you also had friends you cared for, but now, you will never be able to hear their voices again."

He breathed in shakily, his eyes heavy. Akira may seem like a silent person, no different from Duke Ragnvindr, but the time you spent together backs up what your instincts are testifying right this second.

There's one true thought in his mind.

After all his efforts.

After all that he has gone through so that you'll stay by his side.

What was it all for?

"So, when a Lawachurl wounded you in Windrise, I stepped in. I can't help but project myself onto you. I thought about how you must also have friends waiting– family waiting– whether it's a cat or a sister— I knew I just had to. I had to risk everything, even if you were just a stranger to me then." He clenched his fists. "And you were worth it. You were absolutely worth every risk. You were worth everything. I knew I had to survive, if not for myself, but to help you."

"Even without some sort of— card– or whatever— to indicate it, I knew our relationship was progressing. That our understanding of each other has reached such high ranks. I know we had become each other's most trusted confidant, so why? Listen, I value freedom too, but—"

He slammed his cup down— you jolted as you heard it chip slightly. It wasn't his intent to scare. Akira would never wish to frighten you. But he can't stop his emotions and movements from being brash and pointed. 

"... Why did you want to quit working with me?"

There it goes.

"Is it because I haven't spent much time with you lately? You know I've been busy with trying to invest in a better flat—"

The pace of his breathing was starting to quicken.

"Kurusu, it's not that…" You need to rationalize this with him. Fast.

"I-Is it because work has been too much? I told you we could hire someone if you feel too faint for the job. I care about your health— hell— maybe even more than you do—"

"Akira, listen to me—"

His futile attempt to maintain control was like an age-weakened thread. The fibers of his composure whittled away string by string, itching to snap entirely. Akira's jaw clenched. 

The manacle may not be anchoring his feet down as it did in the Velvet Room, but there's no denying that doubt is tugging and clawing at his neck. He knew that if he should continue, only strained words would come from his coffee-bitter lips. 

He rubbed his head against his shoulder. He had to have been wiping a tear away, trying to make it unnoticeable but failing.

"But why are you LEAVING m—"

"Behold, for this fine hour, you are not only graced with the presence of soft rays— you are also blessed by myself: Fischl, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung!"

"Mein Fräulein meant to say good morning to you both, Arsene and Sholmes."

... Akira chuckled a short and strained sound that could easily be missed by a weak ear.

As though a switch had been flipped, Akira's contorted expression turned back to his customer service smile. You trembled slightly. Perhaps it's a skill he mastered during his part-time worker years in high school, but he seemed a little too good at hiding such overwhelming frustrations— almost shape-shifting.

It's… 

Eerie.

He's smiling. It's his usual smile he has that has a calm allure and a hint of cockiness.

As if nothing happened five seconds ago.

"Ah, greetings, Your Highness!"

The guests were none other than some of the regulars, Amy and her bird familiar. This blonde, eye-patched girl is the only person in Little Mond who consistently makes Akira act dramatic. 

He bowed, not missing a beat of young Amy's theatrics. After spending so many years chatting with Yusuke, he's gotten used to bouncing back conversations of this nature. Akira enjoys the young investigator's company. He saw tiny bits of his friend in her.

"What shall we, humble servants, offer you this dawn? Will it be your usual order, or does our dear royal have something else in mind entirely? We will do our best to provide you with maximum entertainment! After all, this is your castle, Mein Fräulein."

You stiffened.

We.

He's not letting you go just yet. You caught a glimpse of his dark pupils, slightly moving to meet yours. Imploring you without words to act out of his best interest.

Akira Kurusu has always been a witty man, but there is no way there's no anger beneath that mask.

"Are you alright, Sholmes?" Oz asked.

For whatever reason, Akira persuaded Amy to call you both Arsene Lupin and Herlock Sholmes. The former was likely a nod to his first persona's name. His explanation for the latter was something along the lines of "you strike me as the type who always wants to search for your truth."

You blinked.

Right. You're his version of Sherlock Holmes.

Ha.

Even here, he gets to dictate everything about you.

"... Yes, Your Highness, to what do I owe the pleasure?" you said. The blonde girl smiled and tilted her head up pompously. 

"What other brew could I possibly order but the darkest taste that leaves any normal mortal to shrivel in imagination?" Amy shrugged, her eyebrow raised as though everyone knew what she babbled on with commendable sass. Her aviator companion thankfully cleared the air— albeit a little too blunt.

"Mein Fräulein desires a cinnamon ginger affogato with more sugar than last time, please. Two spoons for the poor Mein Fräulein."

"O-Oz!?!"

It's easily one of the least bitter cups on the menu. It consists of vanilla gelato, a tablespoon of espresso powder, cinnamon sticks, hazelnut liqueur, and bits of dried sunsettia. I can't say what would make anyone fear such a thing except for those with complications. Someone else shared the same sentiment.

You and Akira laughed in unison.

Your eyes widened in astonishment. That was in sync. You immediately looked away as Akira busied himself with Amy's order. It was awkward knowing that even with your efforts to cut things off, there was still some vague commonality between you two.

"... Say, your Highness?" Akira smiled softly. "Would it be alright for me to probe some of your most revered royal musings?"

...

...

... What is his play this time?

"You have my ears, dear subject."

"Suppose there is a princess who is facing an uphill battle. Furthermore, her valiant knight aspires to rescue her. However, the princess, for unknown reasons, declines his assistance. Is that..." He shut his eyes, laughing that strained chuckle once more. "... equittable?"

"Oh, most grievous indeed! A knight, who is obligated by the code of chivalry, shall always respond to the plea of his princess when she is in peril. His solemn obligation is to protect her honor and safeguard her from any danger!"

Akira looked at you.

His eyes were cold.

"But what if the princess doesn't want to be saved? What if she believes she can handle the situation herself, or maybe she thinks having assistance would make her weak?"

"Ah, but thou dost speak in riddles!" Amy scoffed, unamused. "A princess may exhibit abundant power and courage, yet it is the responsibility of her faithful knight to guarantee her safety, especially when she questions her own necessity. For what good is a knight's valor if not to serve and protect his liege?"

"Would you say her actions essentially strip him of his purpose?"

"Why, of course!" Amy replied with full conviction. "One would not require Oz if he lacks such a necessary trait! It is the basis of our trust– our relationship! A true knight's honor lies not in the glory of battle, but in his unwavering commitment to his princess, even in the face of her refusal."

You sucked in a deep breath.

Akira, you—!

"Speak frankly. Do these inquiries pertain to me?" Amy glared at him. Akira shook his head immediately, umping up his flamboyant voice inflections.

No.

It's about you.

It's always about you when it comes to him.

"Of course not!" Akira feigned worry. "It was for a novel I'm writing— to honor one's love."

… To honor one's "love".

Love? You froze. He calls this relationship love? It hadn't been that for the past few months! Love is meant to be like coming home to a comforting home— not a cold palace with your unfeeling statue at the heart of it all.  

You were hoping that your life would be dictated by what you want it to mean this time around. You hope to create your own purpose, your own identity. You hope to reject his titles—being his partner and his "Sholmes." 

But mostly, you sincerely hoped his words were untrue and did not allude to something as sinister and self-destructive as his love.

Besides, you already have a lover waiting for you to leave this mess behind.

You and he already have everything planned out. A rented flat, food, work— everything is set. The only box to tick off was leaving itself, and then you'll be in your lover's arms.

But you swore.

You swore you just saw him smirk.

"(Y/n), could you please lend me a hand? Can you pass the cinnamon sticks from the cupboard?"

Starting your day by serving Amy leads to serving a hundred more. You can't just stand up and leave whenever someone asks for your service. It's impossible to make the shortest comment about how you no longer work for LeBlanc, even more so when people beg for book recommendations. Being friendly is part of who you are. It can't be helped.

What made matters worse was that people were ordering seconds. Apparently, Akira must've adjusted all the recipes on the menu because whatever was added to those cups made it all the more divine. You knew his skills were perfection, but to think he could even exceed that...

In the end, despite multiple delays, Akira still got you right where he wanted you.

"Thank you. Please come again!" He escorted the final customer outside and flipped the closing sign himself.

Now, it was just the two of you left.

"... You must be tired." You offered, hoping he wouldn't catch on. "It's been a long day, why don't you take a rest—"

"Nice try." 

Well, it was worth a shot.

You stiffly waited for him to say something. Anything. But instead, he took a kettle off the icebox and heated the stove with his vision. 

"Back to my story, do you remember where we left off?"

The wisest thing to have down was biting your tongue or pretending not to know what he was talking about. Unfortunately, your answer was immediate.

"Something about how you got your vision?"

"Ah, yes, that." Akira laughed. "Say, I told you about how I used to be the leader of the Phantom Thieves when I was in High School, right?"

While waiting, Akira tapped his fingers against the table but stopped when he realized you were becoming distracted. Snapping out of it, you cleared your throat.

"You were stealing hearts in the Metaverse, yes, I recall..." You mumbled. Due to the sudden need to speak, you ended up unwittingly playing by his script again. "You manifested a Persona and used that to reform the heart of rotten adults."

You flinched slightly when his tea was starting to release thin smokes. It smelled too much like rust. Maybe he exhausted it too much today. The customers you had were double the amount. You had to commend his willpower for still managing exceed his usual sleep schedule.

"Isn't the kettle burning?"

"Trust me, it's not," he answered nonchalantly. "I remember when I told my story to you, you were mostly understanding of our actions. You didn't judge us. Rather, you told me that humanity is selfish and destructive."

"But back to how I got my vision," he finally turned the stove off. "I genuinely thought my most distinct trait was my appreciation for Freedom."

"Yet you got a pyro vision." You joked lightly.

He didn't laugh. Instead, he nodded.

"Strange, isn't it?" Akira tilted his head to look at you for a bit, before back at the hot cup he was pouring. It's the same liquid he's been adding the entire day. This must be the last of those ten pints. "Here, try it."

You slowly took it. It's still a bit too warm, so you continued talking.

"I thought about it, too. If we go by theories, it will make more sense if Barbatos blessed me instead. But with you here..." Akira laughed. "Pyro is definitely my element. I'm seeing a pattern with vision-wielders like me. Based on what I've seen so far, pyro users are often the most passionate. And passion can put a leash on freedom when need be."

You took a sip.

He put an elbow on the table and propped his chin on his palm.

"How is it?"

"It's... tasteless?" You blinked. 

You thought he must've added something grand to the cups today. Was it all just one big placebo effect?

"Makes it no different than regular water, huh?"

"Well, yeah, I guess?"

"I've actually been disposing of this the entire day, that's why the coffees looked darker. Diluting the original sample is hard work but worth it. Enough as a substitute for normal water in case we run out. Who knew you could empty 10 pints so quickly in a day..." 

"You. In case you run out." You sighed, finally addressing it. "Akira, I'm no longer your partner."

"So is he."

You both paused.

He returned the kettle to the ice box before unmasking its contents.

"You were near-fatally wounded once before. You tasted it in your mouth when I defended you from that Lawachurl-

"You should know by now that blood isn't supposed to be tasteless."

Riley H. Goodheart can now message Akira Kurusu

#$ first follower event #$ brynn's manuscripts #yandere joker #yandere joker x reader #yandere akira kurusu #yandere ren amamiya #yandere akira kurusu x reader #yandere ren amamiya x reader #akira kurusu x reader #ren amamiya x reader #joker x reader #yandere persona #yandere persona 5 #yandere persona 5 x reader #why does he have so many names and aliases. #persona #persona 5

[zarvasace]

And here are Dire and Madness, dark Twilight and dark Four!

Rambling and more art beneath the cut as has been standard :) only two more left to do and guys I love them

Masterpost

Dire

Dire is dark Twilight. 

He and Twilight share one major trait: they are protectors. Not even a process that bastardized Sky’s kindness could take that away. By no means is Dire nice, however. He is a Twilight that has lost all control and doesn't care to regain it, because that would mean facing all he's done. Some part of Dire is aware and suffering, but he purposely buries that part.  

But on the surface that he presents and identifies with, Dire lashes out at everything that causes him pain—which is a lot of things. Dire is no different from the other Darks, in that he can't stand the light and gets annoyed quickly. He doesn't often speak, and nobody is really sure how much he really understands of what's around him. He acts more like an animal than a human in a lot of ways, and is often a little more cruel than he has to be. He's unnaturally strong and quick, and his weapons of choice are his nails and teeth. He indulges his brutal urges because the alternative is thinking.

For plans that require destruction and fighting, the Darks let Dire run out first. He could probably fight an army on his own, provided that he has plenty of darkness and an enemy without too much strategy. He's powerful and extremely dangerous. Due to that, the Darks don't let him run free. They use the shackles around his wrists and neck to keep him nearby and out of maiming range. When they do let him out though (to hunt or fight or exercise or whatever), he always comes back…

Because Dire is a protector. He leans more offensive than Twilight, but Dire too knows friend from foe. He doesn't always care, but Dire has sorted the other Darks as “friend” in his head, and he won't let anything hurt them except for themselves, if he can. He's particularly fond of Madness and Nothing, and has been known to grab them and not let them go, even when they start biting. 

Dire’s design pulls a lot from the fever dream in Twilight Princess: gray skin, blank eyes. He has longer, more matted hair than Twilight. His claws are wicked sharp, and he wears tattered clothes without shoes. His wolf pelt is the softest thing about him, and it really should be washed. His markings are a bit more dramatic than Twilight’s, extending down his cheeks and arms and legs. 

Despite the markings, Dire does not have an alternate form like Twilight. Well, he might, but he was never cursed the same way, and this technically is his dark world form. Some combination of magic might give him the ability to shapeshift, but he doesn't need it. He's bestial as it is. 

Madness

Madness is dark Four! There is one big question here: is Madness the same person as Shadow from the manga?

Yes and no! Madness and Shadow do not exist at the same time as separate individuals. They were both made from Four’s darkness, but for different purposes. Shadow really did die when he smashed the mirror, and this isn't exactly a second chance… but it might be. Think of it like this: that body is a computer. Shadow was an operating system there, logging away memories and performing programs. Madness is on the same computer, but is a different operating system (a weaker one, really). However, those memories and personality from Shadow still exist, buried and only subconsciously influencing Madness’s behavior. They act eerily alike sometimes, not that anyone but Four would notice. Perhaps someday, Shadow’s OS will break through and become dominant, but even if he did, he wouldn't be the same. Madness would still be there. 

“Still rivers run deep”—to me, this is very much Four. One body, four colors; a deep knowledge of his chosen trade; a rather serious demeanor with a lot of variety and thoughts; plans and ideas backed up with a combination of emotion and logic. He's balanced. In contrast, Madness is a “fast river running shallowly,” an unbalanced amalgamation of too much, all at once, a broad variety with little substance. 

Madness is a little… unhinged. He's clearly smart, but he speaks in roundabout ways, making connections that don't exist or are too convoluted for anyone to follow. He stares into the distance a lot, and can be quite unnerving if you try to notice how often he blinks (rarely). Nobody can really decide how much of his behavior is on purpose or just how he is. When let loose, Madness shows unparalleled capacity for complex plans, but he doesn't always know how to hold back and often goes overboard. He'll beat that dead horse, and bomb those charred ruins, and smash that fallen vase… You get the picture. 

A lot of these Darks have an odd magical power, and Madness’s is one of the more prominent ones. With a touch, he can attempt to bury a bit of his power in the mind of a sentient being (human, Rito, Zora, Minish, etc) and turn them into a thrall. While a being is a thrall, their eyes turn red and their consciousness goes to sleep. Madness can give them mental commands, and they technically work under his processing power and not their own, so no matter how vague the commands are, they do what he means them to do. Madness can also jump into thralls’ heads to pilot them specifically, seeing from their eyes and speaking from their mouth. He doesn't magically know everything about the thrall, though, so he still has to try to impersonate, and that doesn't usually work well. While he pilots, Madness is still technically in his body, so he will say out loud anything he's commanding the thrall to say, which limits his opportunities to trick the others. 

Without commands, the thralls sit in still silence, which means that over extended periods of time, Madness does have to worry about food and rest for them. The more thralls he has, the less effective he is, because his focus is split, even if he isn't directly piloting more than one person at a time. If he lets someone go even for a moment, the connection is severed entirely. He absolutely refuses to use any thralls in a combat scenario, because he feels their pain, even though it's fainter when he isn’t directly piloting. He uses thralls instead to gather information, start rumors, purchase/steal supplies, and often just cause chaos. 

Madness is actually rather genre-aware. He knows that their schemes are destined to ultimately fail, because the Darks are the “bad guys” and they will lose. As such, he's hedging his bets and logging away information for an inevitable betrayal to the Lights. He does not intend to be on the losing side when it gets down to it. He has half-baked plans to snatch a few of the other Darks and take them with him, too. Madness absolutely does not take any sort of leadership role, which means that he doesn't feel any responsibility to rein in Nothing, making him Nothing’s favorite. Madness also spends time hanging out with Dire, who he thinks understands more than he lets on. Those two would be his first choices, and he thinks Nothing might know that. (This is not at all related to the fact that Shadow’s memories of betrayal are both sweet and bitter.) 

Madness does not get along well with Agony—Madness prefers chaos and mind games over Agony’s stab-first approach. He purposely annoys everyone else. Along with Depth and Shackle, Madness is one of the few Darks who can pass as human, so he's been on a few excursions into towns or groups, and he likes emphasizing his unnerving traits. He'll use a sword if he has to, but prefers bombs and words. He doesn't have any powers from Shadow (shapeshifting, stretchiness, whatever else), but he is very sensitive to light, like most of the Darks. 

Madness casts a wide net, putting on an air of randomness with a sprinkle of insanity for flavor. He connects more dots than he appears to, though, and has a few unexpected urges toward the light. Make no mistake, though, he is a Dark, and he has no intention of doing good just to do good. His ultimate goal is to survive the Dark Chain’s fall, and beyond that… traveling? Therapy? Living at home with people he doesn't hate? (Why does he feel an emotional connection to his Light? Why does he want to protect him? Why does he want to exercise his freedom? Why does it feel like he's running out of time until—)

#my art #lu z darks au #linked universe #sorry for the low contrast dire there #had a hard time with some of these colors #ugh tumblr messws up my posts

[kiwikiwii]

Very Big and Very Long AI rant.

After the recent OpenAI stuff I'm gonna be here to share my two cents about the whole very realistic AI stuff, from the perspective of a very anxious and very art oriented person who loves techy stuff.

I very much would understand if this isn't your cup of tea so it's all undercut, thank you for your time anyways <3

Now. Onto the AI stuff.

Recently OpenAI has put out some new technology that's showing off some very nearly realistic videos and they're both creepy and very uncanny. About 2 or 3 years ago, the concerns about AI was already rising with deep fakes and the such and is going to start being a lot worse if this technology isn't properly regulated. This is what is prompting my very long and apparently, 927 word rant.

Going to put this in a few parts so it'll be easier to digest I hope.

About the tech.

We are at a point where the lines of AI generated content and real life are starting to blur. It's to a point where a sentence or a prompt could create scenes that look realistic enough that most people wouldn't even suspect that it's AI.

It is such a powerful and interesting technology that's slowly growing out of control. The people who are supposed to regulate the content and lawmakers has no idea what the fuck is going on and how the content is made in the first place, how are they supposed to make a change when they don't even understand what they're supposed to be tackling. The lack of understanding of how AI functions, how it comes to be, where the data was even gotten from in the first place and how it will impact society as a whole will truly be how we'll lose control of it someday. I'm not saying any of this because I want to be a 'hinderance to the future of technology', I'm saying this because the later we try to do something about it, the harder it is to do anything that is useful and effective for safeguarding artists, creators and everyone else who's using the internet. Not to mention the amount of frauds or scams that will skyrocket, children's safety on the internet being compromised, YOUR safety on the internet being compromised, people faking inappropriate images, videos and more will be a nightmare to deal with.

About art.

Many corporate companies unfortunately don't give a fuck about how the art is made and whether it's good or not but how fast it can be made and how much money can be made off of it. In their eyes, the trade off between quantity and quality is worth it. And that to me is extremely frustrating because where the art comes from should also be a part of the story when talking about art. Who the person who made it was like, how they developed a certain style and so on should be cared about and should be appreciated just like the art piece that was created. It shouldn't just be treated as another piece of thing to be fed to the scanner to be spat out as something else.

About creating.

Art is intrinsically a very human thing. People who make the argument "it's letting more people experience how it's like to create art" doesn't understand what it's like to create art. The entire idea of art is the learning, developing and polishing of the skills that you yourself develop. Taking away the steps that it took to get there in the first place diminishes the point of wanting to make art in the first place. It's degrading the time, energy and effort of the people who've already put effort into creating said art to be put out as a cheap and gross mimic of what it came from.

More emotional stuff that doesn't fit in any of the spaces above.

I saw someone use the word 'amalgamation' to describe what AI is today and that about wraps it all up. It's an amalgamation of dots and data skinned off of what there was and chained together to create an image, a video, an audio sample and more without a shred of humanity, love or emotion put into it.

I barely go on twitter nowadays, when I so, I see people sing high praises about the "the amazing advances of AI" and downplay the part of artists that were stolen for to create the technology they love so much in the first place. This whole ordeal makes me sick. It's depressing to see companies laying people off because they're seen as useless or worse than AI. It's disgusting to see the amount of talented people out there stolen from so that people could churn out heartless work at a faster pace to replace you. It's not a stepping stone for humanity, we're stepping over the ledge blindfolded.

I will never stop creating. It's what makes up a big part of me and will continue to be even if AI starts crumbling humanity to ash. One thing they can never take from us is creativity.

To the people who read this far, thank you. Thank you for spending your time to read over my word vomit that has been cooking in my head for the longest time.

To the artist that are still reading this. Remember you are irreplaceable. Without your art, this technology wouldn't have been here in the first place. Your art is invaluable. Never stop creating. Never give up, never give in.

Have a bear <3

#rant #ai rant #very long post #no beta we die like men #bonus bear #thank you for coming to my ted talk

[softsmolbirb]

disney descendants - but add TATTOOS

the Docks house the majority of the tattoo trade on the Isle, so the Sea Three grow up treating tattoos more casually while they've got more of a rebellious vibe for VKs living inland, like the Core Four.

to the VKs on the docks, tattoos most often serve as a show of ownership or as self expression.

for the Core Four and AKs, I imagine it's more common to see tattoos as individual pieces of art.

there's a lot of blurring that line, but seeing tattoos as self expression vs art can carry a lot into both how a person perceives tattoos in general and how they tend to design and place their tattoos.

Jay shows up at the Dragon's Den one day with a large, traditional, fully shaded, badass cobra curling around his bicep.

Evie and Carlos are fascinated but also a bit uncomfortable.

Mal immediately feels challenged, artistically, and starts designing a badass dragon design that she wants to get on her back someday.

Evie and Carlos don't get tattoos until years later, when they're in Auradon and comfortable in their own skin and are able to go to a nice, clean, entirely above-the-board tattoo studio.

Evie gets a little crown on her ankle.

Carlos ends up getting a number of random, small designs over time. Jane's name, a silhouette of Dude, the date that he last saw his mother (the date from when he's been free).

Evie gets a second tattoo eventually, on a dare, and gets a small ruler design on her wrist that's perfect for helping measure hems and edges for her projects.

Mal waits until getting settled in Auradon, too - first because she doesn't trust the skill of the tattoo artists on the Isle to do it "right," and then because she doesn't think her tattoo would be viewed as appropriate for the future Queen of Auradon.

once everything has settled out post-D3, though, and she's confident in her skin she brings it up with Ben (because having the Sea Three around is making her remember how much she really wants to get a tattoo, not that she'd ever admit to that).

Ben totally supports her and she gets a fantastical dragon across her back, painstakingly done by one of the finest artisans in Auradon.

Harry started tattooing himself when he was a kid, messing around with stick-and-poke techniques he saw the older kids using.

they didn't have great ink and stick-and-pokes usually fade pretty fast anyway, even faster when you're constantly in the sun, so he had a lot of fun with the canvas of his hands, arms, and thighs and did a lot of experimentation.

once he and Gil got closer, Harry did a lot of small designs on Gil when he was bored.

Uma got the first real tattoo of all of them.

she showed up at one of the tattoo shops dragging a bag full of tips and left several sessions later with a full sleeve of ocean waves crashing against a ship that was surrounded by tentacles.

she was pleased by how the artist had gotten it to look like the tentacles could either be pulling the ship to its doom or just giving it a hug.

Harry absolutely loved it and began going to get himself a new tattoo every time he scraped together enough tips and stolen coins.

a compass on the back of his hand; a dagger down his thigh; constellations dotting his arms; a menagerie growing one by one of seahorses and sharks and gulls.

he gets a traditional pinup on his hip; a grand, proper pirate's ship on one knee and a kraken mirroring its style on the other; he has multiplication tables and other memorization tricks done on the inside of his wrists to help him on tests.

months after his first (and only) hesitant, respectful request, Uma lets him get her name tattooed as a tramp stamp.

she goes with him and directs the artist and he ends up with her name surrounded by tentacles; they're strategically positioned to curl around the letters but also draw the eye to where they disappear beneath his waistband.

Uma didn't get tattoos as often but they were always grand and befitting her rank as Captain.

she adhered religiously to her colors and aesthetic, creating a map of black, turquoise, cyan, and purple whirls and lines that made her look ever inch the magical being she should be.

Uma complemented the heavy linework with little skulls and bones, sea creatures, and rolling waves.

I've seen some people say that "Wharf Rats" is just an insult Carlos called the crew, but I like the headcanon that it's the actual name of Uma's crew and that everyone who joined up was required to get a tattoo as a promise of loyalty.

Harry totally designed it himself.

Uma and Harry have the largest versions of it, so they added some extra detail and flare to theirs. Uma's on her chest and Harry's across his upper back.

most of the crew have theirs on a bicep but Gil got his on the back of his neck.

Gil didn't get any ink until he came back to the Docks and joined the crew.

once he was back, though, he tagged along and got something done every time Uma or Harry went.

he liked to get Harry to help him come up with ideas for designs that would draw attention to his arms and muscles.

Gil got lots of flowers and plants and birds on his arms, eventually tying the designs together into full sleeves.

Uma and Harry would roll their eyes but loved how badass Gil could manage to make a bunch of flowers.

colored tattoos were far less common than black linework and shading because it was much harder to come by substantial quantities of colorful ink on the Isle.

having his flowers colored made Gil's sleeves pop out and draw attention even more.

he got roaring waves and sharks and sea monsters on his back, pulling up into his Wharf Rats tattoo, with everything perfectly designed to flatter the flex of his shoulders and back.

on his trip around Auradon with Jay, Gil had a lot of fun getting a new tattoo in each kingdom, coloring in his chest with new kinds of flowers and filling up his legs with a variety of designs that reminded him of his favorite stops.

once she escaped the barrier and was restored access to her magic and heritage, Uma learned that her she could make her tattoos glow and reflect her natural magic.

she waited a long time for the day when she, Harry, and Gil were all free from the Isle and she was able to casually take her shirt off and enjoy Harry tripping on his feet and falling on his face at how extra stunning her tattoos were now.

Harry took advantage of the better resources for tattoos in Auradon and had his tattoos relined, as a lot of them were beginning to fade.

he had red lines and shading worked into the designs to give them an extra bit of pop, cohesiveness, and general Hook aesthetic.

for AKs, the most common tattoos were small and easy to hide, like significant others' names, important dates, and little minimalist designs.

Harry won a dare once and coerced Jay and several of Jay's tourney friends into going and getting larger, more artistic designs, though.

to Harry's surprise (and Uma and Gil's delight), some of Harry's first AK friends ended up being heirs from kingdoms like Matinui and DunBroch, with whom he bonded over tattoos after they approached him with admiration for his ink and for his opinions on design.

kingdom pride and fairytale tattoos are definitely a thing. an artist would have a lookbook with glass slippers and well known castles and glass covered roses.

just. TATTOOS guys.

#disney descendants #descendants headcanons #tattoos #descendants verse with TATTOOS #core four #sea three #mal descendants #jay descendants #evie descendants #carlos de vil #uma descendants #harry hook #gil descendants #bal #huma

[rayven-interrupted]

if i'm to leave a legacy

i would bequeath it

to only You, and it would be

that somewhere

in the misanthropic chip

on my broad shoulders

is an atom of hope

pushing,

violently,

with a tremor of violin

in its wake

that You find

a path to happiness, someday

while i watch, dwindling star

in a forgotten sky

that strength of demons

i've gleaned from

black nights, softens

into monsoons

and rides wings of angels

into your despair

when you're struggling

to fit,

live, and just survive

making your war

gentler than death

just for a moment

that you see how

i've traded bruises

on my knuckles, and scars

unfurled my wrists

to hold a pen,

calluses,

on two fingers

i use to type

turning wildfire

into tiny puddles

of calligraphy,

and called it poetry

about you

that despite the

fanatic solitude

i wear on my sleeve

the sociopathic apathy

that is my first skin,

it is love

that found footholds

in cracks

climbed over my walls,

and said "hello"

god,

religion,

power,

art,

money,

meaning of life,

sermons of blah--

nothing means anything

except that, and

all the ugliness

nightmares

strife

filth

is the absence of You

if i'm to leave You a legacy

then let it be this,

that after i'm gone

my words fall

upon You

a multitude

of feathers and swords

a million twilights

on cataracts

of your time's wind.

-from the pen of Urban Nomad

I have more of your writing than I do of my own. That this piece found me today, of all days, is a testament.

I spend my days with you in my head.

I still fucking feel you.

Your presence so strong I rarely feel anything but you.

I’d follow you if you’d let me.

You won’t. You’re difficult like that.

Lord knows I’ve tried..

I miss you, and you can stop not..

[fletchah]

introduction because i did one like 20 years ago but i’ve had important character growth

So, hey! I’m Fletch! Any pronouns, but i prefer a mix of he, she, and aer. I dislike being referred to with a label, but if you absolutely must you can call me genderfluid and abrosexual.

I’m chill with almost anyone besides the typical DNI criteria (racist, homo/transphobic, etc) though I will let you know if you’re making me uncomfortable. This is also a SFW blog; I might write down-bad posts from time to time, but I do not make suggestive art or writing.

My fandoms as of right now are Murder Drones, Terraria, Cattails, and Rain World. I like to make art and write sometimes, though I mostly just shitpost and think out loud on this blog. I use Kleki for art and Quotev for fanfiction. My Quotev username is Fletchah if you’re interested.

I’m on the autism spectrum, but just barely. My special interest is anthropomorphic animals, specifically furries. I have been one for around 6 years now.

I have chantraphobia, the fear of beads and other similarly shaped objects like pearls, peas, and marbles. Seeing them, hearing them, or just being aware of their presence makes me anxious and uncomfortable, often rendering me unable to eat or drink. It’s not fear per se, and it’s gotten better as I’ve been more exposed to them, but I can rarely touch them and am especially nervous about them being near my mouth. Imagery of beads and sometimes even the word can upset me. It’s not a lasting effect anymore though, so don’t worry too much about it :V

Asks are always open! If you give me an image of an object, a character, anything, I’ll write a paragraph or two describing it. I take art requests, but it’s a little iffy whether or not I’ll actually do them since I’m a slow worker and prioritize drawing my own characters and such. Art trades would be pretty swag too, but once again i’m not that fast. Id love to do one someday though!

I cant think of anything else to put here, so that’s it for now i guess. have a good day! drink water, don’t die, be swag

#fletchposting #intro post #rain world #terraria #murder drones

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

DUMB ASS PLOT EXPLANATIONS OF MY TOP TWO SHIGADABI AUS (THAT I WILL MAYBE WRITE SOMEDAY?!?! WHO KNOWS) :

—- UP ON THE CLIFF.

Fantasy au. A dark sickness has pressured the people from the big cities to run away past the mountains, but not before some of them got contaminated. That's how Touya found himself on a harsh position: being asked as a sacrifice to the Count up on the cliff, as is the tradition for the clan leaders to trade a sick member of their group for a safe inhabitance of the valley.

However, soon after parting from his family, his expectations of being just another sacrificial lamb are shattered. The Count gives him the chance to continue his journey to his castle and meet his court of freaks; to live among people like him if he'd like. Or he could go back to fight his sickness, even when he knows now that his father would gladly give him away as colateral damage.

Touya tells himself that he only continues for the promise of finding a way to triumph over his sickness and not because he's curious about what the Count has to offer to man like him.

He let's himself believe it... For a while.

—- I DON'T DANCE.

College au. Every year, UA University presents to its students the chance to crown themselves with glory and fame by winning the UA PLUS ULTRA CUP. All they have to do is break the expectations in their respective courses, being Socials, Science, Arts or Sports, and one of the four cups will be theirs. To win means to win it all, but there're only 3 chances to get it right.

This year, 2nd year art student Tomura plans to win it by directing a horror musical, but his lead actor broke his ankle. Meanwhile, Dabi tries to make a final push as a 3rd year captain of the UA baseball team, but if he hopes to win the university league he needs a pitcher capable of holding back their rival's firepower.

That's how Tomura ends up challenging Dabi for a baseball game and how Dabi accepts it.

If Tomura's team wins, Dabi would have to play the leading role Tomura's missing. However, if Dabi's team wins, Tomura must become their official pitcher for the most important games of the season. A perfect plan, if only because Tomura still remembers how much Dabi loved to dance as a kid and Dabi could never forget Tomura's natural talent, if only because he was there the first time he saw him catch a ball.

When the fucking game comes to a draw, after breaking the record for the inner game college attendance, Tomura and Dabi realize their only mistake: the world will never ask for one show if it can have both.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #league of villains #lov #dabi #Shigaraki Tomura #shigadabi #dabishiga #shigadabi au #dabishiga au #shan's bnha aus #shan's bnha au #shan's mha au #shan's mha aus #I don't dance au #Up on the cliff au

[farfarahleeya]

“there is happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you” – Taylor Swift

This week, I’d like to explore how fandoms allow us to escape from our troubles, thus becoming a coping mechanism. But before I begin, I’d like to bring you back to the first half of that lyric that hints at a deeper truth – that even after we return to the sometimes harsh embrace of reality, there is an enduring happiness. A great reminder that a current source of happiness is not your only source of happiness. Also, for this post, I shall be drawing on my own experiences. Let’s start!

Trigger Warning --- eating disorder, depression

Introduction

Much like hobbies, fandoms are something we hold close to our hearts. They keep us entertained, they spark our interests, they light up our days. Now here is the question I’ll explore in this post: Can fandom be a form of escapism or a way to cope with real-life challenges? Let’s explore this relationship between fandom and real-life.

Escapism through fandom

Fandoms have become gateways for people to escape to fictional worlds, even if the fictional world isn’t inherently better, they find comfort in the fact that it’s of a different reality. Like the Marvel universe that’s constantly faced with extraterrestrial threats, I enjoy watching their movies and television series because I like to imagine myself as one of those superheroes skilfully battling 7 villains at once. When I first started watching the movies, it was my form of escape from the reality of my eating disorder that rendered me underweight and weak.

Coping with real-life challenges

Fandoms are also ways to cope with real-life struggles. For instance, 3 years ago in the depths of my despair, I became dependent on watching the television series, F.R.I.E.N.D.S. It was a comfort to watch the characters navigate through their life with their close friends. Then, I would watch the series over and over again to feel the same comfort. I escaped the loneliness of my reality through the lenses of their friendships and repeated episodes to cope with my anxiety of the unknown. Though the show did not solve my problems, it was a significant part of my life because it gave me hope that someday, I would have my group of friends to go through life with me.

Sense of belonging

After I watch a show or a movie or read a book, I would go to TikTok to see what everyone else’s take on it is. Thus entering me into the fan community of the media. I don’t only watch these videos to see who has a similar opinion as I do, but I also like to see if someone notices a detail I missed, or if they have interesting theories or alternate endings. These things validate my experiences which in turn instils a sense of belonging for me in the fandom. And when I decide to interact with these videos by commenting, I would often end up sparking friendships with those in the fandom as well.

Creative outlets

I’m sure you’ve seen art and merchandise made by fans. It’s a thing because sometimes the official merchandise just isn’t cool enough or just isn’t our style. And so becomes the overlap of hobbies and fandoms. Taylor Swift’s current world tour, The Eras Tour, has taken this for a colourful twirl. Fans attending the concert have started a tradition of designing friendship bracelets to trade with each other as a fan experience. They also share their various creative designs with each other, turning it into a fun activity before the concert itself. Some of these friendship bracelets have even reached the donning of Taylor’s mother, Andrea Swift. Fan projects like these hold a fulfilling allure as they not only provide a chance for fans to connect deeply with each other but also offer the tangible joy of creating memory keepsakes transforming shared fandom into enduring, physical symbols of camaraderie.

Escapism vs avoidance

My last point in this discussion is the fine line between escapism and avoidance. While finding solace in fandoms can be a comforting escape, it is important that we recognise the risks of excessive immersion. Too much reliance on fictional worlds or temporary sources of happiness may lead to neglecting real-life challenges. It is imperative that we recognise and acknowledge when escapism has turned into avoidance. And when this happens, we should always seek necessary and professional help to ensure a healthy relationship with the things that make us happy. Thus fostering resilience in facing life’s realities.

Conclusion

In conclusion, fandoms undeniably serve as both escapism and coping mechanisms, offering solace and connection. However, we must find a balance that enhances well-being. We should embrace the positive and supportive facets of fandom, avoid judgement and have an open mind when approaching fandom communities where diverse sources of happiness are celebrated. In short, be kind, everyone’s fighting battles you don’t know about.

#MDA20009 #week 9 #fandom

[the-stage-manager]

Hey, @paperback-rascal I've got an OC who I think would do really well in the 347th! Tell me what you think:

His name is Wyrm. He was formerly a sniper who served in a yet-unnamed squad in the 212th battalion. He's obsessed with mandalas, he destresses by filling pages and pages of scrap paper with intricate mandalas. He's got them tattooed all up his arms and legs, with smaller designs on his chin and forehead.

He's an excellent pickpocket and an even better hustler, and he likes to spend his leave cheating at sabaac or space-poker or space-darts, and stealing candy from shops. He spends all his money on art supplies, not only because he goes through a lot of materials when drawing, but has a tendency to give out art supplies to younger clones who are stressed or traumatized after missions. He doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, so the stolen candy is either given to other troopers who could use a pick-me-up, or traded for armor paint.

His armor is covered in mandalas, and the patterns are constantly changing. Again, painting them helps him destress, so he has no problem scrapping off or painting over older sections. While his armor is mostly 212th Gold, if he's working with another battalion, he'll trade his contraband candy for paint, so he ends up with a leg plate covered in 501st blue and a vembrance in 104th maroon.

The war is going great for him. He gets promoted, he works hard (he wants to be an ARC trooper someday—who doesn't?) And then everything falls apart. He's captured by the separatists and spends months in a POW camp in horrific conditions. He keeps waiting to be rescued, but nobody comes. By sheer luck, he manages to escape with a handful of other clones, and they contact the Republic. When they're picked up, Wyrm's primary concern is contacting his squad to let them know that he's alive—only to find out that his squad was completely wiped out during the battle and he, himself, was listed as KIA, which is why nobody looked for him.

He spends the next couple of months in rehabilitation—he's severely underweight and riddled with internal parasites—but he never gets cleared for duty because his eyesight has suddenly started to rapidly deteriorate, seemingly without cause, and his hands shake uncontrollably, again, seemingly without cause. Tests reveal that the deterioration of his vision is being caused by an auto-immune disease, but his shaking hands are completely psychosomatic. Unable to shoot and unable to draw, he withdraws.

When I originally created this character, his story ended tragically, either by suicide, or after attempting to assassinate General Kenobi in revenge. But I've changed my mind. That isn't what I want for him anymore.

I've been reading this book called The Body Keeps The Score, and it's been enlightening. One of my favorite passages reads as follows:

"[Describing a test where traumatized children were shown pictures of benign scenes, as asked to tell a story describing what was happening in the picture.] The responses of the clinic children were alarming. The most innocent images stirred up intense feelings of danger, aggression, sexual arousal, and terror. These images were not selected because they had some hidden meaning that sensitive people could uncover; they were ordinary images of everyday life. We could only conclude that for abused children, the whole world is filled with triggers. As long as they can imagine only disastrous outcomes to relatively benign situations, anybody walking into a room, any stranger, any image, on a screen or a billboard might be perceived as a harbinger of catastrophe. In this light the bizarre behavior of the kids at the children's clinic made perfect sense.

Real-world studies are gathering more and more evidence of a definitive link between trauma, PTSD, and auto-immune disorders. The book also discusses the impact of the pharmacological revolution of victims of trauma. New studies are finding that SSRIs and other antidepressants are very rarely effective on people suffering from PTSD, because the source of the problem isn't chemical in nature.

"To my amazement, staff discussions on the unit rarely mentioned the horrific real-life experiences of the children and the impact of those traumas on their feelings, thinking, and self-regulation. Instead, their medical records were filled with diagnostic labels: "conduct disorder" or "oppositional defiant disorder" for the angry and rebellious kids; or "bipolar disorder". ADHD was a "comorbid" diagnosis for almost all. Was the underlaying trauma being obscured by this blizzard of diagnoses?"*

"Trauma victims cannot recover until they become familiar with and befriend the sensations in their bodies. Being frightened means that you live in a body that is always on guard. Angry people live in angry bodies. The bodies of child-abuse victims are tense and defensive until they find a way to relax and feel safe. In order to change, people need to become aware of their sensations and the way that their bodies interact with the world around them. Physical self-awareness is the first step in releasing the tyranny of the past.

In my practice I begin the process by helping my patients to first notice and then describe the feelings in their bodies—not emotions such as anger or anxiety or fear but the physical sensations beneath the emotions: pressure, heat, muscular tension, tingling, caving in, feeling hollow, and so on. I also work on identifying the sensations associated with relaxation or pleasure. I help them become aware of their breath, their gestures and movements.

All too often, however, drugs such as Abilify, Zyprexa, and Seroquel, are prescribed instead of teaching people the skills to deal with such distressing physical reactions. Of course, medications only blunt sensations and do nothing to resolve them or transform them from toxic agents into allies.

The mind needs to be reeducated to feel physical sensations, and the body needs to be helped to tolerate and enjoy the comforts of touch. Individuals who lack emotional awareness are able, with practice, to connect their physical sensations to psychological events. Then they can slowly reconnect with themselves."

That is not, of course, to say that medications shouldn't be used at all; they can help lessen the intensity of emotions, making the process of healing less traumatic. After all, it's easier to learn to walk again, if the prosthetic isn't actively causing you pain. However, medication alone is not effective in treating trauma.

I think Wyrm would make an excellent member of the 347th, who specializes in advocating for and treating traumatized soldiers. He specializes in soldiers with anger-management problems, dissociation, self-mutilation. With some training, he could be an excellent mind healer, and he could be invaluable when it comes to treating patients who suffer from psychosomatic illnesses.

Consider this Wyrm's application to join your battalion. I just like the world you've created and I'd like to be a part of it.

[gren-arlio]

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Part 3 of Waku Puyo Extras. (And a fairly big announcement for translations.)

Ah, I'm running out of images, the Waku Puyo images, so the tride and true "Post Manga panels I do understand," got me covered. If I don't got anyone on my side, I know the Waku Puyo Manga does. Amen.

(Context for this page and a few others is Satan having a nightmare about Schezo and Arle marrying, and wakes up in a cold sweat. It's so goofy, and seems exactly like a Satan Nightmare, but the art goes hard.)

Heya, Gren here, and welcome to Part 3 of Waku Puyo Extras, the series where I find random videos about a route and go off from there because, even though I'm in the English Puyo Puyo Community Discord and have been lurking in the lore channel for like 3 years, I'm not verified yet because I'm scared to speak to the Ciel Bot. So if a mod or something SOMEHOW sees this...what're the odds for one, and two, idk we can talk via DM's or somethin' about lore.

(I really do want to speak there someday. Seems fun, I'll probably quietly add some details for this game onto specific characters pages.)

That aside, I'm here today to provide the community with more text and stuff to read.

Today's post will cover the following scraps I found while looking for stuff:

A video where Serilly appears again. Once again, Schezo and Serilly speak to each other, small but interesting.

A video that has a Rulue encounter and...that's about it. I'm really looking for scraps. Today doesn't have a whole lot.

Talk about the Manga for a bit. I plan to do this for most of the Extra Episodes, since it seems fun to do. Gonna specifically talk about Schezo and Serilly because...you know with everything going on, I think it's a nice start.

However, the scraps will become actual meals sooner or later because of two simple reasons. The first is that there's a whole video I'll translate that...has ALL 3 CHARACTERS...trading with Witch, starting next week, and that'll be Waku Puyo Extras Episode 4.

Yeah this girl really won't leave alone, its been like half a year of this stuff. Oh, what I do to translate. Oh and the video has Succubus too IG

Witch still is my 3rd favorite character though for the lunacy I've dealt with from her. Joking aside:

The REAL announcement:

About 2 weeks from now, I'll be trying my best to translate Arle's Route for this silly game.

That's right, I'm gonna do another Route that totally didn't take me 6 months to finish the main storyline. Waku Puyo Extras will still be real, trust me, but they'll be like filler episodes like in Dragon Ball, bits I release if the current video I'm translating is taking too long and/or if I just randomly feel like it. I will still also be doing minor Schezo Route stuff as well, and still take requests for all routes, so as usual, if you got a goofy screenshot to send me, DM me.

Big announcement away, it's time for the videos themselves, starting with:

Serilly Stuff:

...I did say I'm scraping for stuff. These things are so miniscule in the grand scheme that you could probably come to these posts just for the comedy act I try to put up.

The episode posted has been fully translated already, being Episode 3, for the record. Imma just translate the Serilly stuff.

But with that;

Timestamps: (...They're at the start of the video, but there's 2 different occasions, so...rip?)

Serilly 1: (0:05)

Serilly 2 (0:32)

...I wish I were kidding, it's that little. Lmao

With that out of the way, this marks the Readmore section of the post. Thanks for reading if you're not interested, and let's continue if you're enjoying this.

Serilly 1: (0:05)

Schezo:

This is such clean water, I can cleanse my heart there...

...Wait! What's a Dark Mage doing getting cleansed!?

Woman's Voice:

What're you doing here huffing by yourself?

Schezo:

Hm? I remember this voice from Water Paradise...

Serilly:

It's me, Serilly.

Schezo:

Oh, what're you doing here?

Serilly:

When I'm here, it feels like my mind and body are at ease.

Schezo:

...Yeah, seems like it.

Serilly:

I know, right?

(...And so, Schezo talked to Serilly for a bit.)

Schezo:

...I better get going.

Serilly;

Okay, but...come back soon!

Schezo:

Yeah, if I ever feel like it.

-----

Serilly 2:

Serilly:

Oh! Mr. Schezo!

Schezo:

Hey.

Serilly:

You're really here again!

Schezo:

(W-Why am I blushing!?)

Serilly:

???

(Schezo had a small chat with Serilly.)

Schezo:

...I'd better get going.

Serilly:

Okay, but...come back soon!

Schezo:

Yeah, if I feel like it.

-----

Yeah, so some speech repeats itself at the end, but hey, Schezo seems to enjoy her company, a rarity nowadays. I'll go deeper when the manga portion comes up but so far, that's what you're getting.

And now, The Rulue Stuff:

This goofy video here is actually Episode 6 of the translations I've done here. I just missed a single talk coming from Schezo and Rulue. (Not even Minotauros. Guy is just nothing now.)

I'm not gonna timestamp this one because it's a SINGLE interaction at the start. I promise I'll make this up somehow.

So, with that...here's the interaction.

-----

Rulue Interaction: (Start of the video)

Rulue:

Oh, you haven't given up your chase, have you?

Schezo:

Mind your own business. In fact, you should be the one to give up!

Rulue:

No more from you. That magical item will be mine.

Oh-ho-ho-ho, good luck on your wasted endeavors. (She says efforts here but...why not make her sound more sophisticated?)

Schezo:

That magic item will be useless for a meathead like you.

Yes, for the sake of the treasure, I cannot lose!

-----

And...that's all for the translations. Not much, but I'll compensate with the manga.

For those who are unaware, Waku Puyo has a manga that wildly differs from the story of the game. Lot of characters got redesigns, most notably Witch, Incubus and Honey Bee have a MUCH bigger role, Lagnus is real, and tags along with Arle, (I'll talk about that next Extras Episode.) and even some new faces.

Since the 10 image limit is goofy, I'm gonna limit myself to specific things about the Manga. Plan is:

Talk about Schezo and Serilly because there seems to be a lot with them going on in Waku Puyo as a whole. I'll also mention Honey Bee too.

Lagnus tagging along with Arle, along with a couple of goofy pages I found.

Maybe Rulue's side of stuff...? This one I'm iffy on right now so currently it's in the air.

Since I'm unfortunately incredibly committed to my work, I decided to translate the Serilly section of Volume 2 and 3 of the Waku Puyo Manga. (For the most part...)

Here's how it goes.

It actually starts with Serilly hearing noises from the lower floors and becomes nervous at that fact, hoping her only friend, Satan, will come to help her. Schezo and Honey Bee (his ally who has the hots for him,) find her and realize that during the fight with Suketoudara, he said that she isn't exactly a fighter, and they should try to reason with her.

Due to the 10 image limit, I'm skipping a good amount of pages and really showing off highlights. However, I'll explain the thing entirely. Here is the Google Drive with the Manga, courteously given by Puyo Preservation.

Schezo then tries to chase her, scaring her, and he grabs her arm, which leads to this page.

Honey Bee is pissed at the fact that they're holding hands and all that, meanwhile Schezo and Serilly are about as shocked. Serilly begins to actually sob, asking them to not bully her, while Schezo asks to give him the orb, and if she does, she won't get hurt. However, he's swinging his sword, which causes Serilly to get more nervous, leading to Schezo giving Bee his sword to not scare her off.

Surprisingly...it works. Serilly isn't as afraid as she was before, and Schezo asks if she know where the orb is, to which Serilly stutters a bit. For no reason, Honey Bee tries to threaten her, leading to Schezo hitting Bee away.

Serilly says they can't have the orb because her "friend," Satan, told her to guard it. Schezo gets mad at that, saying that a friend should be there for you, not be barking orders, and Bee herself adds onto that, saying that if he was her friend, why did he lock her in a room?

Unfortunately, Serilly says that she doesn't mind being locked here forever, as if she leaves, Satan will hate her, and she'll lose her only friend. She explains that she's never had a friend and was bullied all her life, so she doesn't want to risk it.

Finally, Schezo has enough and says that she Satan isn't her friend, and that he manipulated her, leading to a similar case of what happening during the game...Schezo giving therapy.

Honey Bee insults Serilly AGAIN for her actions, and Serilly sobs while saying she's sorry for everything, leaving Schezo speechless after smaking Bee away. (Unfortunately, 10 image limit. Won't be seen.)

However, the 3rd picture below is when Schezo tells her to stop crying and that he'll...be her friend, if only she gives up her unhappiness, which she agrees to.

The events are similar to the Game, even the part where Schezo thinks that he feels like he's preaching, and doesn't care if she's happy or not.

As Honey Bee basically insults her more, Suketoudara appears absolutely livid at what Schezo is doing to Serilly, and...basically tries to drown him. However, Serilly doesn't want to lose her new friend, so she rescues him, leaving Bee and Suketoudara shocked, even though Schezo had to save her too.

Leading to this.

This beautiful artwork.

Schezo knocks out Suke for a bit, and he and Serilly look at each other, before looking away, blushing, leading Bee to get upset with both of them, saying they probably flirted in the water.

Even though Bee is pissed at how Schezo is carrying Serilly, they're both ok, but Schezo sustained a injury to his forehead, which leads to Bee comically trying to wrap band-aids around him.

Suke wakes up, saying that was the first time he ever saw Serilly help someone like that, which even she's shocked by. Bee though, says that it's natural to help someone you care for. Serilly goes up to Schezo, and gives him the key to the orbs. After that, Schezo tells Suke to bring Serilly away from the place, which angers him, but agrees to, before Schezo and Bee walk away.

However, Serilly yells at them to stop, before asking Schezo if he'll meet with her again.

Shown below is Schezo saying yes, if he ever feels like it, much to Bee's chargin, before they set for the door...which has Incubus in it.

While it's just a section, it's a really, REALLY good section, and I feel like a writer/developer really wanted Schezo/Serilly to be real so they went all out here. And props to them, they did it well, and made some cool scenes.

With that...I believe this it the end. See you all next week.

Hope you enjoyed the show.

#Youtube #japanese translation #madou monogatari #schezo puyo puyo #schezo wegey #therapist schezo strikes again #serilly puyo puyo #suketoudara puyo puyo #arle nadja #arle puyo puyo #rulue puyo puyo #manga translation #waku waku puyo puyo dungeon #puyo puyo #sega #sega saturn #extra content #wwppd #puyo

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

No #OnThisDay throwback post, only exclusive for super secret blog(s) albeit re-post. Instead, I have this!

Title: Cuteness Girl Member - Chick-Sara

Hello, April! 🎗️🧩 Here's my "Secret Art Trade" for my good 'ol G-Pal, rafacaz4lisam2k4. 🇬🇹🙂

• I'm still thinking about Ricky's (another rafacaz4lisam2k4's HTF OC) first "Cuteness Mecha Armor", soon. But, in the mean time, let's meet "Chick-Sara" 🐤🐿️, an adorable chipmunk HTF OC (owned by his) in chick's clothing. And by that, I meant the yellow baby chicken (not a female slang word 🙄😒). I was gonna give her a Zeon's armored "Zaku" series ❌, but look how innocent she is that she deserves a Federation's armored "GM" ✔️, instead; "GM II" to be specific. 🤖🙂

BTW: Don't worry, though, there will be more members that will fitted in Zeon's armored Zaku for the selected "Cuteness Members", someday to make balance out. 😉

GM II Chick-Sara Based on the: RMS-179 GM II [CLICK ME!]

Armament(s):

60mm Vulcan Gun • A pair of shell-firing armament built into the helmet. Low offensive power, only used to restrict enemy movement, and lay down a wall of suppressive fire due to their rapid fire capability.

Beam Saber • The beam saber is a small device held in the armor's hands when deployed and is powered by a rechargeable energy capacitor. It emits high-energy Minovsky particles to form a blade-shaped I-field (via manipulation of electromagnetic fields), and then fills this I-field shell with superheated Minovsky particle plasma to produce an effective cutting blade. Like the GM, the GM II has one beam saber stored on its backpack, but features an improved blade generator unit.

BOWA·BR-S-85-C2 Beam Rifle • A portable firearm that shoots out mega particles beams. It has a power rating of 1.9 MW and is powered by a built-in energy CAP system.

BLASH HB-L-07/N-STD Hyper Bazooka • An improved model of the HB-L-03/N-STD Hyper Bazooka with added targeting sensors, increasing its accuracy. The magazine has also been changed to be completely sealed/airtight, and this not only makes exchanging magazine easier, but also protects against debris intrusion, accidental explosion due to being hit, etc. Additionally, no special attention needs to be paid to the weapon during operation as the rigidity of the rib section connecting the carrying handle to the bazooka's rear has been enhanced.

HWF GMG·MG79-90mm Bullpup Machine • The bullpup machine gun was a system weapon developed as a Space/Ground dual-use projectile weapon. Though compact, it has sufficient anti-MS firepower while maintaining accuracy. Its muzzle velocity is increased due to the use of new gunpowder and this enables it to easily penetrate the armor of Zeon's. A box-like sensor system incorporating a video camera and laser sensor is installed at the top, and when this system is used alongside the GM II's targeting system, target acquisition capability is enhanced.

HFW-GR·MR82 90mm GM Rifle • A portable, mobile suit-use 90mm rifle built based on the 'system weapon' structure, its effective range and accuracy is superior to the HWF GMG·MG79-90mm machine gun. With the extended barrel, the GM Rifle sees a 15% increase in muzzle velocity, leading to increased armor penetration capability. Additionally, a newly developed caseless cartridge allows for a lightened ammunition load.

YHI YF-MG100 100mm Machine Gun • First utilized by Federation's armor ground forces during the One Year War, its use became less common after the war as the Federation switched to 90mm caliber weaponry. Equipped with a box magazine and folding stock, it has excellent rate of fire and is easy to wield. It utilized a smoothbore type barrel that lacked rifling and has to be replaced after firing 3000 rounds. The weapon could utilize three different types of ammunition: HEAT (High Explosive Anti Tank), APFSDS (Armor-Piercing Fin-Stabilized Discarding-Sabot), and HESH (High Explosive Squash Head), allowing combat units to select the appropriate type to meet operational needs.

Bazooka • A portable, physical projectile-type firearm, this general purpose bazooka was used by the armored Jegan and other Earth Federation Forces' armors. A spare ammunition cartridge is mounted in front of the bazooka's grip, and the weapon is compatible with various types of warhead. Despite the relatively slow speed of the bazooka's projectiles, they have sufficient destructive power to deal critical damages to an armor.

M-120A1 120mm Machine Gun • The same portable firearm used by the Zaku II. It can switch between semi-automatic and automatic fire. Although useless against Luna Titanium Alloy, it can still destroy weaker armor material with multiple shots. It fires 120mm caliber rounds that are stored in a 100-rounds drum magazine.

Harpoon Gun • A projectile weapon designed for amphibious combat. The harpoon gun fires four harpoons one by one in a rotary manner similar to a revolver. The tip of each harpoon is loaded with explosives that detonate once the projectile has penetrated the enemy's armor.

YHI ERRL-TYPE.Doc-04/380mm Rocket Launcher • A portable large rocket launcher meant for armor, it is independently developed by Yashima Heavy Industries for use specifically in 1G environment. Also known as Hyper Bazooka (Ground Type), it has a very versatile design with features that include targeting sensors, etc. It uses a banana-shaped magazine and has a short barrel to facilitate its use in jungle/forested areas. This weapon can utilize a number of different munitions including warheads that deploy stabilizing fins after launch, and this shows that its design took many references from human-sized ground weaponry used in older eras.

YHI YF-RC180 Railcannon • A weapon that uses electromagnetic forces, rather than gunpowder, to fire solid projectiles at very high velocities. Manufactured by Yashima Heavy Industries. This equipment was developed in consideration of the problems that the early beam weapons had decreased power due to attenuation in the atmosphere, and the basic structure is diverted from a battleship's main gun. It was first used by the armor (RGM-79F) Land Combat Type GM.

170mm Cannon • A successor to the 180mm Cannon developed during the early stages of the One Year War. Although the caliber of the shell was reduced to improve handling, its range and power have been increased. The cannon's trigger grip is mounted at the top surface, and a foregrip can be used to stabilize the weapon when in use. Like the 180mm cannon, the 170mm cannon was fed by a magazine: though this time it was underneath the cannon.

BR-87A Beam Rifle • The same beam rifle model as the one used by the Marasai and Hizack. It is powered by a replaceable e-pac and is power rated at 2.2 MW.

FADEGEL RGM-M-Sh-003 Shield • A basic defensive armament used by the Federation's GM type MS. It is composed of a triple honeycomb structure made of Luna Titanium and the surface also has anti-beam coating for defending against beam attacks.

FADEGEL RGM-M-Sh-007 Shield • An improved model of the RGM-M-Sh-003. It has the exact same size as its predecessor, but its material was changed to Titanium-Ceramic composite. Its mount latch was made movable, allowing the shield to be positioned up or down when carried by a Mobile Suit manipulator or mounted on the forearm, increasing its usability.

RGM*S-Sh-WF/S-00109 Shield • The GM II can also use the same forearm-mounted shield as the armor G-Ground Type and GM Ground Type. This small, light shield is constructed of Luna Titanium alloy, and is designed to primarily protect the cockpit and other critical areas. Additionally, it can be used as a close-range striking weapon in C.M.A. (Cuteness Mecha Armor) combat. Furthermore, through lodging the spikes at the tip into the ground, the shield can serve as a free-standing frontal defense. This also allows the mobile suit to use both hands to hold large-caliber weaponry and maintain a stable firing position.

Special Equipment(s)/Features:

Ballute System • An atmospheric entry device designed to be used by a multitude of different mobile suit models. As the mobile suit enters the atmosphere, a bowl-shaped ballute (balloon parachute) deploys to protect it from the friction heat of atmospheric entry. The balloon then detaches, leaving the armor with chest and leg hover units which ease its descent to the ground. If the mobile suit reaches the ground without expending all the fuel in the leg units, these devices can also be used for hovering and high-speed strike missions.

Chick-Sara (HTF OC) - owned by rafacaz4lisam2k4 Armor (Mobile Suit Gundam - Universal Century Timelines) - Gundam series © Bandai Namco Filmworks, Inc. (SUNRISE), Sotsu

[pbandjesse]

I am sitting in the bathtub at me and James's new house writing my post. I am wearing off of my clothes. I am just watching James finish the tiles on the bathroom floor. We have had another really productive night. And today was a pretty good day.

I just learned that today was the foggiest day in American history. And I am not surprised because it was in fact crazy foggy. It was spooky and I liked that.

I slept okay last night. I continue to have worked dreams. But it wasn't the worst sleep. James woke me up to let me know they were leaving a little early to try and beat the rain. But the rain would still get them. And then they got a flat tired and had to walk the rest of the way. I felt so bad. But they said they were okay and to not worry about them. But all I do is worry about them because I love them so much.

I would struggle this morning too though. I got up and I had an extreme pain in my eye. To the point I couldn't put any makeup on. I just did eye drops and blush. And thankfully the pain would pass halfway to work but Jesus it was not fun.

It was spooky out with the fog and that made the drive interesting. People were going very slow. Which is fair. I still made it to work just about 8.

It was not a very cold day. But all the snow was melting hardcore and so everything was wet and muddy. I had wanted to go for a walk but it was just a little to gross out.

So I worked on some drawing. And I worked on my schedules. And I worked on my programing. And it was just a really good and productive morning.

Everyone else would come in and I got to talk about Disney a bit. I had brought in all of the pins that me and Jess didn't care for and are planning on trading. I tried to find some of them on the forums and found some of them are from Tokyo Disney and Hong Kong. I offered my coworkers some because I have more then I'll ever need and everyone picked one. Including Joe, who put it directly on his jacket. It was a nice day.

I had my lunch but I was still hungry. And apparently I wasn't the only one because by the after noon Elizabeth and Sarah decided to order fancy pizza. So we had fancy pizza in the afternoon and it was honestly really great. We talked about documentaries we liked and true crime and it was just s really nice way to spend the day at work.

I also had a meeting with Alexi about the summer. I don't really feel like I said what I wanted to say. We mostly talked about issues I felt like were present and issues with how arts and crafts and the Early American program were handled. Staffing issues. But it was something and I always enjoy talking to Alexi so it was still nice.

And then it was basically the end of the day. I had had two deliveries and was very excited to meet James at the house to start building things.

The drive out was fine. I listened to music and got a little nostalgic. And pretty soon I was at our new house.

James would be behind me by 10 minutes. But by then I had already said hello to Victoria and Daisy and brought both boxes inside. Including the very heavy box with my new desk in it.

I even was able to end over and roll it and get it upstairs to the bedroom.

James came in right after I got it upstairs. And they were very surprised. I was so happy to see them. They have a little cough but were in good spirits. And would pretty quickly head back to the apartment to get some boxes.

While they were gone I just built and built. I was finishing up the desk as they texted me to let me know they accidently locked themselves out of the apartment. Ugh oh. But thankfully someone was able to let them in and they were back on track. And would be back to me very soon. And by the time they got back here I had finishes the desk! Amazing! I was so proud of myself.

It's a little taller then I thought so someday I may chop the legs down. But it's a beautiful color and I'm excited to have it all set up.

When James got back they muscled everything into the house. And while they were making their trips we were able to meet our neighbor on the other side. George! Seems like a lovely man. A little older then us. But seems friendly. Welcomed us to the neighborhood. I'm glad we have nice people around us.

While James got eveything inside I moved things to their proper rooms. James would trip on the stairs inside but they did not get hurt thankfully.

We would continue to have a productive evening. James would finish installing the kitchen floor. And I would help move the fridge so they could do the underneath part and it honestly looks amazing. We are going to get some floor edging like toy have in a doorway to make the ends look more finished but I think it was such a good choice and James did such a good job.

I would work on putting the brass knobs on the cabinets. I need some different bolts for 3 of them but all the others are replaced now and I love them. And we would get both medicine cabinets installed. With drywall anchors and everything. I'm very proud of all the work we are going even if it's a little exhausting.

James is finishing up with the bathroom tiles now. But we need another box. I accidently only bought 1 when I meant to get two. So we will have that tomorrow.

We will go home soon and get some rest. Tomorrow is another day at work. And then my vacation starts! I am very excited for Disney. I hope it's a really fun trip.

I hope you all have a great night and I hope you sleep well. Take care of yourselves. Goodnight!

[risebto]

Blood is Thicker than Ooze | Chapter Eight

Word Count: 4042 Warnings: Bad Parent Draxum, Hurt Donatello, Unreliable narrator, Psychological abuse, Separated Donnie AU Description: Purple is the son of Draxum, a great warrior alchemist. With his help, Draxum will eradicate the prophesied human threat, and restore yōkai to the surface. Purple doesn’t understand why these three turtles are trying to stop them.

Navigation First | Previous | Next

Mikey was an artist. He was proud to call himself one and even prouder to share a name with the artist Michaelangelo. When he was younger, he would draw all over the walls in the sewer with washable chalk before Splinter decided that he should get him a sketchbook and materials to draw with. 

Stacks of sketchbooks from years ago stood in the storage room, dusty from negligence. He knew how expensive the books were, so he tried to save every page. But with all the time they had alone in the lair, Mikey drew constantly. For his twelfth birthday, Splinter had surprised him with an iPad so he could draw as much as he wanted to without worrying about materials. 

It did, however, mean he had to wait for April to use the printer at school to print his artwork so he could hang his favorite ones around the lair. They were only up for as long as he could stand them to be up there, which was often a short period. He was his biggest critic- always finding new things he didn’t like in his art. 

His family was his biggest support. Leo and Raph especially, as they often watched him draw or asked what he wanted. Raph had even taken money out of his allowance to pay for Procreate and some brushes Mikey had asked for. They didn’t share his passion for the art form, but they sure loved him and always made that known.

His latest drawing, which April had been reluctant to print out but did so anyways, was of the purple mutant they’d seen in Draxum’s lab. He was going off memory alone, which wasn’t entirely reliable. Mikey didn’t have the best memory, so he was sure there were a few things off. But he was still proud of it. 

As he sat down on his bed, legs crossed in his lap and iPad pencil twiddling between his fingers, he thought back to the events of the night before, when they’d gone after a group of teens from April’s school. They called themselves the Purple Dragons and were tech whizzes. But they were criminals, and so they had to be stopped. April had told them that she was sure they were planning something, and so they’d been on the lookout for them. When they saw a part of the Nakamura office building was broken into, they realized what they were after. 

He closed his eyes and tried to remember the face of the kid who’d destroyed the hard drive. He’d looked so scared. Mikey knew it was most likely because of the whole situation of being a mutant, but he wondered if maybe he was scared for another reason. After he saw that he’d gone against his friends and broken the hard drive with the engraved Purple Dragons logo, Mikey knew something was different about him. So he turned a blind eye. But one question still lingered. Why did he destroy the hard drive? 

There were a million reasons Mikey could think of. A million different backstories for what led that teen to be part of the Purple Dragons. 

Empathy was his biggest downfall, as his brothers would often say. While he could steel his emotions and harden his resolve, he often found it hard to do towards the sympathetic. 

Maybe that's why he let that Purple Dragons member go, while Raph or Leo would’ve taken him to the police. And that’s why he held out hope that the purple not-turtle they’d met would someday be their friend.

He turned off his iPad and set his pencil down, sighing. Sometimes he wished he was a realist rather than a dreamer. He wished his heart didn’t hurt for the Purple Dragon teen or the mutant in the lab. And yet, at the same time, he didn’t. His heart ached for others because he cared and wouldn’t trade that for anything. 

He wondered if April could talk to the strange (ex) Purple Dragon member. After all, the members of the group did go to her school.

He turned on his iPad again, swiping through the various art files. He needed to reorganize the folders, but that could wait for another day. He paused, looking at the drawing of the purple turtle he’d drawn the other day. He had only seen him for a brief moment, not entirely memorizing his features. But he knew he had patches of discolored skin that were interesting and unique. 

Just like… He froze and forced himself to recall the events with the Purple Dragons. The member he’d let go… He’d had the same discolored skin as him, didn’t he? But instead of natural markings as he’d previously thought, he realized the horrific truth: they were scars. 

-

Purple found the most extraordinary thing on Earth. A salvage yard. It was far enough from the big city that the roads were fairly empty, and no human could be seen. The real gold was within the fenced area, where heaps of discarded and forgotten stuff had been allowed to pile up. Cars, televisions, and other machinery filled the spot of land. Purple had thought he’d found heaven when he first laid eyes upon it. But no, he was still alive. 

He pulled up the front hatch of a disposed car in the yard, digging through the rundown and discarded materials. Some parts had already been scavenged, but that didn’t deter him from looking. 

“Is this a good idea?” Shelldon asked, clearly dubious of the yard of abandoned materials. “You’re not disguised. If a human sees you-”

“I’ll be fine,” Purple waved a hand in dismissal, not tearing his eyes away from the car's engine. “Who’s gonna believe some old hag who works in a salvage lot?”

“I dunno,” a deep voice came from before him. “Will they believe some turtle teen stealin’ from a respectable business runner?”

Purple slammed the roof of the hatch down and looked up to where the voice had come from. A large mantis yōkai stood in front of him. His eyes narrowed, and his arms were crossed across his chest, clearly showing displeasure.

“You’re screwed,” Shelldon said, his voice loud enough for the mantis man to hear. Purple shot him a look.

“Greetings, fellow yōkai!” Purple said, clearing his throat nervously. “How may I help you?”

“‘Yōkai’?” The mantis sniffed at the word, pronouncing it oddly. “Never heard that term before. Yous come up with it?”

Purple blinked up at him. Never heard of it? “What do you call this… whole situation then?” He asked as he waved a hand over his face, confused as to how someone like him had never heard the term of their collective species. 

“‘Mutant,’” The mantis said sternly, stiffening his stance. “What are you doing snooping around here?”

“So… you were human before?” He asked, ignoring his latter question due to being a little giddy. 

“Yeah. Until somethin’ bit me, and now I’m a mantis. It also got my cat,” He nodded toward a large mound of garbage blocked by a school bus. “Can’t even go near her, or she’ll try to bite my head off.”

“Ah,” Purple nodded in understanding but was more interested in the fact that he’d confirmed that the turtle’s mosquitech had worked. Father will be so happy!

“Praying mantis are known to eat other praying mantises… praying manti?” Shelldon said.

“No shit,” The mantis grumbled. “She won’t let me pet her or anythin’! It’s a hassle to feed her,” more sadly, he added, “I miss her.”

Purple felt that he should care, but he… didn’t. He didn’t like others being sad, but he didn’t feel anything in response to the other’s emotions. Oh well. I’ll dwell on that another day.

“So, you weren’t a human before this whole situation,” The mantis asked, looking at him suspiciously. “How come you ain’t like Mrs. Nubbins?”

Purple shrugged, unsure how they were different. “Dunno. Does she not have sentience?” What was different about me? Maybe it’s because I was directly infused with human DNA? What about Shelldon?

“Yeah, no, she’s still as dumb as she was when she was just a regular kitty,” He said, looking towards the mound with a look Purple hadn’t ever seen before. It was… sadness, yes, but it held a gentle care he wasn’t sure he’d seen before. Longing.

“So, what can I get for ‘ya? I run a business, you know. Can’t just have people take stuff,” the mantis said and eyed Shelldon curiously. “I could take that ‘Lil robot off your hands for ‘ya.”

“I am not for sale!” Shelldon protested loudly.

“Shelldon is not for sale,” Purple echoed defensively, pulling Shelldon into his arms to press him securely against his plastron. He glared at the mantis as menacingly as possible and hoped it came across as such.

“He’s not gettin’ rid of me, bucko,” Shelldon narrowed his eyes too. 

“Alright, I’ll cut you a deal,” the mantis said, leaning against the car as he smiled. He had teeth. It shouldn’t be as unnerving as it is, considering regular turtles didn’t have teeth, either. “You ever done Repo work?”

“Yes,” Purple said immediately, but the mantis looked dubious. He shrunk down, his head slightly going into his shell. “No,” he admitted.

“Well, I lend some of my stuff to people for a fee,” he explained. “But sometimes, those deadbeats don’t pay me back. So I need someone tough to go around and collect my shit. You in?”

Purple hesitated, wanting to weigh the possibilities first. It would give me a chance to go around the city and nearby areas, he reasoned silently, looking down at Shelldon for any helpful input. The robot stayed silent. He sighed and nodded, letting one hand go so he could shake the mantis’ hand. “You got yourself a deal,” he said, ignoring Shelldon’s sounds of protest.

“Great,” Mantis took his hand and shook it before retracting it. “Your first repo job is for an RV. It’s with this real shady asshole of a mutant named Todd.”

-

Purple did his research before he got to this guy’s location. Todd Capybara was a lawless loner with a history of not paying bills. He’d moved out to the forest just a few years ago and had barely any digital footprint. He was elusive for sure and definitely had some illegal means of hiding his tracks. 

He hid within the bushes as he scouted the area, watching for any movement. He had to be careful. This man was a 98% match for the “Spine Breaking Bandit,” who snuck up on his victims before brutally murdering them. He kept his breathing minimal and low, concentrating on his discreteness. He couldn’t be found. He needed to get the RV and get out without anyone noticing.

“Hey there! Watcha doin’ hiding in the bushes?” 

The voice caused sudden alarm for Purple, making him trip forward and into a thorn patch. He hissed from the pain but forced himself to get up and move away. It was only a few scratches. He’d be fine. 

Shelldon had cried out profanities in English, binary, and morse code. It was a little impressive and embarrassing. 

His assailant was a short, round capybara mutant who held a flashlight and puppy in his hands. He had a wide smile on his face, but Purple was no fool. 

“My name is Purple,” he introduced himself, bowing slightly. Idiot. 

“Purple? What a name!” The capybara laughed boisterously. “And who’s this fella?” 

“Shelldon,” his companion said, his tone full of boredom. “When can we go home?”

“I’m Todd. Welcome to Cuddle Cakes Puppy Rescue: The Puppiest Place on Earth!” Todd announced, ignoring Shelldon’s rude comment. 

“Right,” Purple said, unimpressed by his rouse. “Well, I am not interested in watching you feat upon one of these creatures for dinner, so I should make this quick and short. I’m-”

“Oh, right! Dinner!” Todd chuckled to himself, shaking his head. He turned around and pulled a rope, which triggered a cascade of dog food to fall into a trough. “It’s food time!”

Purple cleared his throat to grab the other mutant’s attention. “Ahem. Mr. Capybara, I am here on behalf of Repo Mantis about your RV.”

“Oh, yeah! Sure thing. Hold on, take a seat,” Todd ushered him towards a small handmade picnic bench. “Do you want any lemonade? It’s my specialty.”

“No,” Purple said but sat and folded his arms on the table. “Todd, look. We need to talk about the RV,” he gestured towards the vehicle of discussion. 

“Sure thing! But, uh, could you just hold Klondike for me?” Todd asked, and before Purple could respond, he slid a small puppy towards Purple. The puppy looked as if it may be some sort of samoyed mix, but Purple wasn’t sure. Either way, he took the puppy in his lap and began to pet him. 

Shelldon was distracted and was playing with a puppy, using a mechanical arm to toss the ball. Maybe I should get him a pet? He thought but dismissed it as quickly as it came. Maybe he’d revisit that, but right now, he had a job to do. 

“You haven’t made a payment in two years,” Purple continued, not swayed by the niceness or puppies. “And that means-”

“Yeah…” Todd sighed, a hint of a sad understanding in his eyes. “Turns out all you get for rescuing puppies are million-dollar smiles.”

“You started this business over two years ago,” Purple pointed out through clenched teeth. “Are these puppies even vaccinated or fixed? You’re running a puppy mill here. And if you actually had a good business model, you wouldn’t be in the middle of the fuckin’ woods; you’d be in an urban place where people would actually go to adopt puppies.” 

“Yeah… it’s just hard with this situation,” Todd said with a sad sigh. 

“TWO YEARS,” Purple reiterated. “You couldn’t have possibly been a mutant for two years. And how are all of these dogs puppies? Are they eternally young?!”

“Well…” Todd trailed off, seemingly searching for an excuse. But Purple wasn’t having it. 

“Give me your keys,” Purple demanded, outstretching his palm. Todd looked scared and hesitant, but that only made Purple angrier for whatever reason. “Give me the fucking keys.”

Todd hesitated but sighed and handed it to him. “I guess the pups and I will just sleep under the stars tonight….”

“I don’t care!” Purple shouted, clenching his fists around the keys. “I am repoing that RV. I don’t care what bullshit you come up with. You’ve had two years to pay for this. You’ve had two years to move. Yet you did nothing.”

“Okay,” Todd nodded, stepping away from the vehicle to allow Purple passage. 

Purple entered the RV, which reeked of dog shit and piss. He was so glad he wore a mask since it muted the stench and allowed him to enter without throwing up. You’ll get used to it after a while. It’s just like the fumes in the lab.

“What about my puppies?” Todd asked, holding one puppy in his arms as he watched Purple take his seat. Shelldon flew in after the purple-masked turtle after throwing the ball one last time.

“I’m taking the ones in here and dropping them off at an animal shelter,” he said harshly. “Animal Control will be here soon. Fuck you,” Purple gave him the middle finger as he closed the RV door and turned on the engine, carefully navigating out of the woods. He made good on his promise and was able to drop them off at an animal rescue in his human disguise. Hopefully, they would get a good home. 

-

“Nice! Finally, someone with some fuckin’ guts. Everyone else just turned away ‘cause they were too scared to deal with the guy,” Repo said, looking over the RV with a wide grin. “I can stand the smell until I can get it cleaned out. Thanks, kid.”

“No problem,” Purple nodded, crossing his arms over his plastron. “It was incredibly difficult, I assure you.”

“Nice, nice,” Mantis nodded before motioning to the rest of the salvage lot. “Take your pick, kid. I’ll get you another job soon. Just don’t touch anythin’ with a paper stuck to it, got me?”

“Got it,” Purple gave him a small thumbs up before running giddily into the mass of forgotten cars and used electronics.

“And don’t cut yourself on anythin’!” Mantis shouted to him. “Don’t want your parent givin’ me flack if you get tetanus.” 

“Don’t worry!” Purple called back to him. “He won’t care!” 

“...What?” 

Purple ignored the concerned shout from Repo and continued through the salvage yard. It was a joke, anyway. Father would care- he just had a weird way of showing it sometimes. 

Repo didn’t seem too bothered by the offhand comment because he’d left Purple alone to scavenge around the salvage yard. 

“Need me to scan for anything?” Shelldon asked as he flew by Purple’s side. 

“No,” Purple said, looking around for anything exciting. Which was hard to pinpoint since everything here was interesting to him. “I’m not looking for anything specific.”

“So you voluntarily came here to hang out in junk?” Shelldon asked. “Yuck. You need better hobbies.”

“...You have life because of my hobby,” Purple said slowly. “I mean, not entirely a hobby. But you were a side project.”

“Wow,” Shelldon said sarcastically. “I can’t believe I’m just a ‘side project’ to you. I’m hurt. Truly.”

Purple rolled his eyes, knowing Shelldon didn’t take his comment personally. He loved Shelldon as much as someone could love their creation. 

His eye caught an odd buggy that looked like something from a sci-fi show. It was a muted teal color and had a small satellite on the left side of the car. An orange transparent dome appeared to be the entrance of the vehicle. It was incredible, and Purple wanted it. Badly.

“It’s got a paper on this side,” Shelldon reported, seemingly knowing Purple’s desire for it. 

Purple grumbled and pouted but moved along. If he was honest, he didn’t even really want to tear it apart for scraps. He just wanted it because it looked cool. And it wasn’t as if he could even get it into his room in the lab. So he ignored the sci-fi buggy and kept searching. 

He stumbled across a deposited server rack with a few servers still remaining inside. He sat down and began to scavenge the salvageable parts. One of the servers was fully intact and operational, which made him question why it was dumped in the first place. 

Either way, he thought, dismissing his curiosity. More stuff for me!

“With all this stuff, I could upgrade the range and power of my tech-bo!” He said with giddy joy. He looked up at Shelldon, who was watching him expect the parts.

“What if you’re on the surface and need to call upon some tech?” Shelldon asked. Purple couldn’t tell if it was a teasing question or one out of genuine concern. 

“Well, Father has the ability to create portals,” Purple explained. “I’m going to ask him if I can do some research into how he does it and see if I can replicate the same energy levels and force with my tech. That way, my tech will be able to teleport to me without issue.”

“Can science even replicate mystic abilities?” The robot asked, clearly dubious of Purple’s train of thought.

“Science can do anything,” Purple insisted with a huff. “With enough research and materials, I could replicate any mystic ability.”

“But have you done it before?” Shelldon posited. “I’m searching the Yōkai archives right now, and there’s no record of any scientist being able to emulate mystic energies through pure science. The closest is alchemy, and even that combines science and magic.”

Purple fell silent for a moment, his creation's doubt infecting his mind. But he shook it away, trying to stay determined. “Then I’ll be the first. Help me carry these,” he said, holding up the forgotten servers he’d taken from the server rack. He used his own mechanical arm shell to hold up the singular preserved server. “Let’s go home, yeah?”

Shelldon sighed and used a mechanical arm to carry some of the scraps. With a freed-up arm, Purple used the Portal Carver to draw the portal back to the dock just outside Father’s house. The portal glowed a beautiful blue, and Purple stepped in it with Shelldon close behind him.

-

Purple had finished organizing the new scrapped components he now had and placed the surviving server next to Shelldon’s charging port. He turned around to flop down on his bed and saw the Purple Dragon jacket folded neatly next to his book. He picked up the jacket, turning it over so he could look at the beautiful dragon artwork on the back of it. 

“I told you they were bad news,” Shelldon said from across the room, getting ready to turn in for the night. 

“Yeah,” Purple admitted, sitting down on his bed. “You were right.” 

“If it matters, I’m sorry about what happened,” the robot said. “They were jerks.”

“I knew that,” Purple murmured, his chest both empty and full of pained embarrassment and regret. “And I still joined them.”

“You’re not a jerk,” Shelldon insisted. “You would’ve let them get away with their plan if you  were.”

“But I am,” Purple sighed. “I am a jerk. I don’t… think about others. I’m incredibly selfish. I once messed up an operating system Father had made because I was trying to upload my own algorithm to the same database. I didn’t think about if anyone else was using it- I was just concerned with my own enterprise.”

As he recalled the event, he realized he couldn’t actually remember much of it. He could remember that Father yelled, but only as a fact and not something that he remembered in the moment. He could remember shaking and wanting to cry, but it almost felt like that wasn’t actually him feeling those things. Every emotion in that distant memory was a fact rather than a memorable experience. 

“Did you know about Draxum’s system?” Shelldon asked.

“I wasn’t thinking about it,” Purple murmured. 

“Did you know that there was an operating system on that database?” Shelldon asked again, this time his tone more confident.

“No,” Purple admitted. “But I should’ve. I mean, it was stupid of me not to check. I should’ve asked or known or something. But I didn’t, and it caused the system to crash.”

“But you didn’t do it on purpose?” Shelldon shifted closer to him. Purple looked up and could see the eyelids he’d implemented for the robot turned upwards in concern. 

Purple shook his head in response. His throat felt constricted and dry while his eyes stung and watered. Why am I going to cry? This is so stupid. 

“You made a mistake,” Shelldon said softly. “That’s not selfish. You’re fourteen.”

“I was twelve,” Purple muttered before catching himself. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to… to talk back.”

Shelldon ignored his apology and sat down in Purple’s lap. “Dude, you were twelve. You were and still are a kid. Kids make mistakes.”

“But I shouldn’t have,” Purple insisted, confused as to why Shelldon was trying to comfort him. “I was in the wrong.”

“Did you get me right on the first try?” He asked, but it was clearly rhetorical. “As far as I’m aware, I was perfected at your fourteenth attempt.”

Purple fell silent. He didn’t quite understand why he was trying to deny Shelldon’s help or why he clung to the idea that he was in the wrong. It was like a safety net, and he couldn’t understand what he was saving himself from. 

He brushed his fingers against the purple satin jacket once more, feeling angry and unsettled by its presence. “Could you dispose of this?” Purple asked quietly. 

“Yeah,” Shelldon answered and grabbed the jacket before flying out of the room.

Purple was finally left alone, and he slid against the wall, pushing his knees against his plastron. The spikes on his leggings pressed against his body awkwardly, but he ignored it. He was more uncomfortable with the hot tears running down his cheeks.

#rottmnt au #rise draxum #rise donatello #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise bto #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #rottmnt angst #rottmnt separated au #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt seperated au #seperated au

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

It's A Date! (Emme x Red)

My half of an art trade with @jils-things! :D Hope you like it Jil!

As Red looked at the door he felt an overwhelming amount of dread, it wasn't that he wasn't excited about this, more so the opposite… Yet he couldn't see why a girl like Emme would even like someone like him, a living glitch, not exactly dream guy material. And if it was anywhere else it may be a little better, but a party? That certainly wasn't his forfeit. Yet still, he tried to gulp down his fears and straightening his tie he took a deep sigh, still nervous but at least happy to see her.

And as she stepped out the door he could feel his jaw dropping inhumanly, if it was anyone else they'd probably freak out but she just turned to him and grinned. "Hey Red!" She waved running over to grab his hand and as she looked up at his face and saw a blush she giggled certainly not helping the matter. "Oh, hi Emerald… hey it's nothing huge but I thought you'd like this…" He turned away, giving her the green and red bouquet, to which she smiled warmly and hugged him. And as she quickly ran back inside to put them in a vase, she left Red to recollect himself… He swore she would death of him someday.

"So are you excited?" She looked up at him with a bright smile, to which he somewhat nodded. "Yeah, I mean I guess? I like card games but I don't do too well at parties." He chuckled a little, and as he never tended to let out any kind of acknowledgment of anything other than monotone annoyance it was amazing to see him kinda happy. "Heh, I'm not too good so I leave the cards to you, still I am excited to see Blake and Grey." She turned back to the front as they had almost approached the bar where this thing was being held. "Well look who the cat dragged in." Steven grinned leaning on the wall of the pub.

"Hey Emme." Grey grinned a little, but as soon as he looked at the guy standing next to her he was suffice to say, shocked. "Oh Red, I didn't expect to see you here, not that it's a bad thing just! Unexpected is all." Red just nodded at him, taking a seat he grabbed the uno card (although he wasn't actually sure what game they were playing) and placed them face down. "Quiet as ever huh?" Blake chuckled a little, and as he did so Red rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed. "Yeah, yeah, save the idle chat and let's see how quick I can wipe you out." Red grumbled picking up his cards and so the game (and conversation) began. 

As the game finally ended to everyone's surprise Grey had won "How though? He wasn't even playing the same game!" Red groaned and he just kinda shrugged with an awkward grin. "Hey, well done! And don't be too upset Red, you're still a winner in my heart… sheesh that sounded cheesy." Emme hugged Red chuckling, and he blushed slightly looking away with a small nod. "Hey if you want I can buy you a drink…" He turned back to her with a small smile and she nodded eagerly, more so excited to spend more time with him then anything. "Yeah that sounds nice."

#thank you for trading with me! #wah this one was so much fun #couple of all time i care them so <3 #grumpy bf x energetic gf is such a dynamic! #but hopefully i got the characterisation right #floyd's trading services #jil🍀

[mikiruma]

alright meet the robinsons headcanon dump bc i had a LOT of thoughts at work. mostly laszlo and tallulah. ok so they're basically all laszlo and tallulah but hear me out (wall of text below)

courtesy of me always seeing them as twins before learning laszlo was older: they are often mistaken as twins

> sometimes tallulah will refer to laszlo as her "baby brother" for no other reason than to confuse/piss him off

they don't hate each other but bothering the hell out of each other is an olympic sport and they're both going for gold

yeah they get on each others nerves but for the most part its for The Bit. also depending on who started it they have a tendency to forget where The Bit ends and Being A Jerk begins

that being said they are so tight you rarely see one without the other

i mentioned this before but they're huge film nerds. mainly anything with practical effects and cheesy costuming and etc etc. they give me huge "backyard film production" energy too. they definitely have embarrassing old movies they made as kids/teens hidden somewhere, but would absolutely get back into it if they weren't so caught up in their current hobbies

also HUGE sci-fi nerds. i'm still convinced they're trekkies

they're both autistic and get caught in feedback loops of just infodumping back and forth with each other

laszlo looks/sounds like the nerd emoji but tallulah is the one going "WELL ACKSHUALLY" (although not in any effort to be a know-it-all)

joe and/or billie babysat them maybe once or twice when they were younger. legend says that's why they decided not to have kids (although unproven.) laslzo and tallulah say "thats fair"

also they're both trans, they traded genders :)

they probably did a lot more collaborating growing up but since they have their own lives they kinda just fell out of it. their comeback is on the horizon though. someday...

laszlo specific thoughts

transmasc + gay + he/him (his gender is probably something really esoteric he doesn't really care to get into but he's got secret they/them locked and loaded for emergencies. which emergencies? idk)

brain tangents aplenty (adhd comorbidity lets goooo), and has a tendency to miss the bigger picture. at least he squashed that bad habit... with finishing art pieces. mostly inspired by the video game

watches 60s-70s action movies w/ art

dabbles in any medium he can get his hands on but feels the most at home painting

he's actually kind of nosy, but great at keeping secrets

an awful chef but halfway decent with presentation

prefers demonstration/instruction before attempting something new- not out of anxiety, he just loves seeing how other people do things

legally blind without his goggles/glasses

tallulah specific thoughts

transfem + aro pan + she/her (gender is less abstract but she also doesn't care what gendered terms you use for her)

the first to correct someone if she knows they're wrong

laszlo's the only one allowed to mess with her. not bc of any protectiveness she just genuinely doesn't care what other ppl have to say about her

prefers to learn through experience (whether she reads instructions/asks for help first depends on.. idk. the cosmic forces)

please ask her about the art deco movement she is so normal about it please pleaseplease

she's a waaaaay better designer/model than a seamstress. yeah she hasn't gotten around to fixing her sewing machine. yeah this dress she made is held together by hot glue and prayers. she didn't ask you though

LOVES to travel. part for inspiration, part for expanding her collection of tacky souvenirs

almost never seen without some sort of hat. extravagance unrelated her head just feels naked without one

#talking #🎨 #if any of this is contradicted by some deep canon lore i missed. 1) i dont care 2) i want to see it anyway #i heard abt the in-character interviews and i need to see them. #also point is they are peak sibling energy