girl. i should be at the club

Not phantom but todays fun art project that I forgot to sign 🤦🏻‍♀️

It will be going into my Redbubble

hi! how you doing? you said in your tags that you calculated the force of katara's waterbending, so i was wondering if you'd mind sharing how you did it? id love to read it if it isnt too much of a bother to you

I did! It was specifically during that fight in the Catecombs. The link is here

I also then went on to do a back-of-the-envelope calculation for how much energy Azula had to output to counter that tidal wave.

Chapter Update: Beneath a Boundless Sky

LOTR fanfic | Elrond Centered with Ensemble Cast | hurt/comfort and action/adventure | Part 2 of the And the Stars Shine the Same series

17: The Catecomb

Elladan and Elrohir explore the catecomb and find way more than they bargained for.

FULL FIC SUMMARY

READ FROM PROLOGUE

Y'all not ready for this dream.

So my brother and I (I do not have a brother) go time travelling because reasons and wind up in I think it's hawaii, but in an alternate universe wher the islands are bigger.

Our time machine crashes so we're stuck until we can get the parts to fix it, and with no ideas we head down the road towards town were we see a roving pack of feral gangster hogs harassing a local business man, so we steal their car.

Only problem is neither of us can drive stick so we crash it a few miles down when it fails to shift gears. This is the start of the police search for us. But, we see another shake down happening and intervene. This leads us through a recidential district to a 'historically significant' Black man's house, and he's like "Ah hell nah, I can smell the trouble on ya." but the his wife is like, "Let em in." So we go in, there a bit about how curtains aren't considered the same here as they are elsewhere.

Turns out the historically significant Black man was a dentist. so we're in his office when the pigs but down the door looking through ever 'troublemakers' house for us without a warrent. We surrender ourselves and are now in the back of a paddywagon with the rest of a blues brothers gang worth of troublemakers.

As we're passing by a concert hall, we slip our cuffs and get out. The musicians go do the blues brothers thing, and here the dream splits into two different scenarios. A. we take a turn into some secret catecombs under the concert venue which was the reason we timetravelled. or B. we take a radio show covering the concert hostage and explain the events of the dream live on the air, before saying a secret code word that our contact at the time traveling agency'll hear and be like "shit: I guess I need to get off my ass and extract them."

Also, I was a deer the entire time.

And then I woke up.

Part 42

OK! Taking a break from blogging revisited series. Living with my new reality of being adopted by a cat. Going to have a Late Ass Night going to work tonight. Taking a break from ALL of that to go back to Girl Genius. Good. Straightfoward. Girl Genius.

Agatha and her Paris Crew had accidentally released the Time Muse in the catecombs of Paris. They are after Prof. Tick Tock who had his death faked and trying to find his ass to free the town. While Gil managed to free Tarvek from the time town only to be kidnapped (again) by Librarians. At this point Tarvek is the real damsel in distress here.

Let Us Continue.

fart shrinkage in the catecombs of venus

Visual Writing Prompt #546

"The day the Church abandons Her universal tongue will be the day before She returns to the Catecombs." ~ Pope Pius XII

every school in every state is like "learn this really weird knowledge! it's for a grade. you must know this"

and every time I move, this knowledge becomes utterly obsolete

anyways weird things I've learned:

-the different types of grass that grows in kansas flint hills

-the history of wives tales and why the school is on a island between two rivers

- paper plants but only actually one in one specific place

- why bars are everywhere in this town

- ghosts in the bars in this town

- what specific building used to be a barber shop in the 1920s

- the local college is good at teaching PE! wow!

- what building used to be a chocolate factory

- what building used to be a shoe store

- old elementary schools that used to be here and are gone

- we mak train stuff!!!!!

- la croix is made

- I once lived somewhere with the largest 6 pack (of beer I think) in the world? in the country? who knows.

- there are catecombes under the school that lead to the library

- wasnt something specific I learned about our school in history class but the basement of our old school has a weird trapdoor entrance that and theres a pool and apparently a dungeon in there

- why this one area of this one state is like mini mountains when everything else is flat swamp

feel free to reblog with things you've learned in your school that is literally useless anywhere else, I wanna see what weird things your schools though was mandatory knowledge for life

Noe’s hopes in Vanitas regarding the latter’s ability to save people sparked with Amelia, becomes conscious when thinking of Louis, gets dashed at the end of Bal Masque, then gets bolstered due to the Cursebears in the Catecombs arc as well as Chloe, and become devastatingly contested against again with Domi in the most recent arc. :’c

The Return - Leo x Isabella (TRR/TRH AU)

Can Leo get to Isabella and the kids in time?

Chapter list:

Chapter 1: Enough

Chapter 2: Homeward Bound

Chapter 3: Band of Brothers

Chapter 4 Dearest Sympathies

Chapter 5: No Expectations

Chapter 6: Line of Succession

Chapter 7: Unspoken Truths

Chapter 8: Family Ties

Find links for previous chapters here! 

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Trigger warning: Violence, death, premonition of death, sexual innuendo, swearing

Isabella struggled against Barthelemy’s guards to break free, running across to Natalia and Alessandra who were petrified. Stroking their faces, Isabella tried her hardest to hide her true emotion; she was just as scared as them but she couldn’t let her children down, “it’s ok... it’s ok...” she nervously smiled, her eyes darting to check them over visually from head to toe “Where’s Nico?” Isabella whispered but the girls didn’t speak, their hazel green eyes reflected their fear. Isabella wasted no time bringing them into a tight hug as she had to think fast, “Mama’s here... I got you...” Taking a deep breath, Isabella bit down onto her lip as she stood tall once again, placing her children behind her, “What is this all in aid of?” Isabella shouted as it echoed through the quiet throne room, with one hand holding her children behind her, her other hand gesticulated wildly, “Why are you doing all of this?!” Barthelemy simply laughed, “My dear... it’s simple... The Sons of Earth never could in a million years take over our wonderful Cordonia alone... each generation would bring its own obstacles and tribulations...” he smiled evilly towards his niece, “... but when your divorce was announced, Laurentia would make our base even more powerful and prophetic. With me as our leader...” Barthelemy’s brow raised, “We would become unstoppable in our defeat of the Rys bloodline...” The roar of the thugs he used to infiltrate the Laurentian Palace filled the room of joyous chanting, “...and unfortunately for you my darling niece... you also have become a part of that bloodline...” Barthelemy’s eyes darkened, glittering with a madness Isabella could only describe as horrific, “Please...” she begged, “Please spare the children... they have not done anything to deserve this!” Barthelemy began to walk towards Isabella before he looked over her shoulder towards the twins grinning cruelly “Maybe they can join Camille and Nicolás in our new world... we always need a few... spares in case it doesn’t work out...” Isabella’s eyes narrowed, her dark chocolate brown eyes darkening as she spat at him, “Give him back you fucking piece of shit!!”

Wiping his cheek, Barthelemy’s nostrils flared with rage, “You insolent bitch!” as he slapped Isabella across the face angrily screaming, “You will not disrespect me!” The Royal guards were in a political stalemate as Barthelemy made his claim to the throne, their pledge to protect the Crown at all costs left them divided but as Isabella fell to the ground, Barthelemy glared at all in the room, “One step... take one fucking step and you’ll not leave this room alive!” He kneeled down, lifting her head by her dark, mahogany curls, addressing the young Queen menacingly, Barthelemy grinned with an evil smile, “You’re lucky I only need to keep you alive for a few more days... and to think...” he goaded her, “I sent you flowers, this is how you repay my courtesy... Obviously your parents didn’t teach you manners...” pointing to a random guard, Barthelemy clicked his tongue, “Take them out of here as we begin our ascension into greatness!” Isabella’s dark, chocolate brown eyes glared with rage as the guard attempted to pull her arm, “Get off of me!” she screeched, her eyes narrowing angrily, “You’ll regret that!” The Sons of Earth guard simply laughed, “I somehow don’t think so...” as he pressed a gun to her spine, “Time to go...” he sneered as Isabella reluctantly gave into his threats, holding Alessandra and Natalia close to her. Looking over her shoulder, Isabella’s dark mahogany curls bounced as she took a final glance at her Uncle. With her cheeks sucked in, and a brow raised, the young Queen stared at him momentarily until she was pushed out of the throne room and escorted to the holding cells held in the catecombs. Isabella’s temper was renowned, but at that very moment she vowed if they made it through this, Barthelemy would burn for this.

“Shhhii...” Jimena’s eyes widened as she reached over Matthew’s mouth to stop him from speaking; both of them staring helplessly through the vents into the Palace’s throne room. Jimena glared at him, her voice barely a whisper as she spoke, “Shut up...” before her gaze returned to the room watching those still in attendance. Taking her phone, she began to briefly record Barthelemy and his army’s chanting, panning left and right. “We need to get out of here...” she muttered quietly, “We need to get to the Parliament building...” Matthew looking more and more confused as Jimena began to rummage through the lockers. With a satisfied smile, she turned to Matthew holding a guards uniform, “Hurry up and get changed...” Matthew raised his brow as he was handed the garment bag but knew better to question her. The Queen’s lady in waiting terrified him as Jimena stared him down, “What are you waiting for?” Her dark almond eyes narrowed, “...A standing ovation? Hurry up before we get caught!” She was bossy to the point it could be construed as rude and like an arrow, straight to the point. Folding her arms, Jimena pursed her lips as Matthew undressed, “I would like to not die today thank you...” stripping himself from his light grey suit, Matthew draped himself in the military regalia before Jimena moved forward placing the military cap on his golden head, “Much better...” she cooed as her hands delicately dusted off his broad shoulders, “Now follow me...”

As the Cordonian Royal jet landed in a disused aerodrome, Leo, Liam and Drake embarked immediately to a waiting vehicle. During the flight, Leo and Liam called in as many favours as possible to veil their arrival into the Kingdom, working with their neighbouring countries to free up their air space, allowing them to pass freely and undetected. Leo was well aware of the situation he found himself in. Not only was Barthelemy attempting to take over, there would be defiance in rank. “Your Majesty...” Javier smiled as he pressed down on the accelerator, “Welcome home...” Leo could only chuckle as he patted his trusted confidante’s shoulder, “You’re a sight for sore eyes Javier...” before he handed Leo an iPad, “This is the latest we received from Jimena...” The three men huddled around to watch the blurry video, moving back and forth as they tried to analyse it. “Your Royal Majesties... we also have news...” Liam and Leo immediately rose their heads, eyes widening with anticipation, “The Princesses are fine, they are with the Queen for now... but...” Leo and Liam’s hearts began to sink, there always had to be something, “...Prince Nicolás has been taken alongside Princess Camille but they are safe for now...”

Leo could feel his blood beginning to boil, his face reddening as he tried to contain his anger. “Leo... he’s ok...” Javier continued, “...the children are with the maids, no harm will come to them...” Leo glanced at Liam momentarily who felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, his daughter, his little Camille was so close he could almost feel her in his arms again. Liam sat stoically looking out the window as they drove to Parliament to meet the others. Barthelemy would regret the day he had taken her from Liam and Sienna and Liam was going to make sure that he felt every ounce of pain he had for months. “Li...” Drake quietly questioned as Leo and Javier we’re discussing the next course of action, “You ok?” Liam turned to Drake as Leo and Javier continued their conversation quietly murmuring, “How can he be so calm?!” Drake rolled his eyes to the left as Leo spoke tactics, “Li... he’s fighting for his family... his life... he knows he can’t be distracted from that...” Liam slowly bit down on his lower lip, “Drake...” he whispered, “I’m terrified... and I just pray to God my brother knows what he’s doing...” With his shaggy dark hair, Drake nodded as he reached out to grasp Liam’s arm to comfort him, “Li... he’s not the same Leo you grew up with; this has never been about him - it’s been about you. He is risking his own life to get Camille back...” Drake implored, “...without him, we’d still be searching...” With a sullen nod, Liam reluctantly agreed, he knew Drake was right but he couldn’t help but wonder what else was in it for Leo? He couldn’t have changed that much.

“Get you hands off of me!” Isabella’s nostrils flared as she struggled in the guards grip before lifting her foot and ramming her stiletto heel into his leg, the guard winced and clenched his teeth before grabbing her by the hair, “You fucking bitch!” he spat, “I can’t wait for them to fucking execute you and that husband of yours soon enough!” Isabella took a deep breath as she tried so hard not to scream out in pain but she barked back, “My husband wouldn’t even be allowed to speak to me like that!” Forcefully throwing her into one of the cells, the guard chuckled to himself as Isabella fell forward, caught by her two daughters, “Well guess what Your Majesty? Your husband ain’t here! Now be good girls and for once, do as you are told!” With two whimpering children and the metal door locking behind them, Isabella held Alessandra and Natalia as tight as she could, biting her tongue watching carefully as the guard walk off laughing to himself throwing the keys up and down in his hands. “Mi querida... mi querida...” she mumbled as her voice trembled, “It’s going to be ok... don’t listen to that crazy man... this is all...” she tried to smile, “...just a big mistake and Javier will get us out of here... I promise”

Alessandra and Natalia’s hazel green eyes glistened as they looked at one another quietly, “...mama?” Natalia squeezed her mother’s hand tightly, “mama... I’m scared... where’s papa?” Isabella blinked back tears as she brought her daughters closer, “Don’t be scared my beautiful girl... your father once he knows about this he will not...” she brushed the loose tendrils of her daughter’s chestnut brown hair from her face, “...he will not let a strand on either of your perfect little heads be touched, not by anyone... ok?” Each of them nuzzled into Isabella shoulders as they cried, struggling to understand what was going on. Their cries echoed throughout the dark, cold cells as Isabella rocked them back and forth to try to comfort them. She began to sing to them “Bailaba la niña alegre, en una noche estrellada. Movíase al son del aire, bajo la luna de plata. ¡Cómo bailaba la niña! ¡Cómo la niña bailaba!” She sang this song to her children every night before they went to sleep. “Cómo la niña bailaba...” she whispered as they sat in the darkness, only each other for heat and comfort.

Sucking in his cheeks, Leo proudly marched himself into Parliament, his sea green eyes scanned the room as he saw the Laurentian military gathered and standing to attention as he, Drake and Liam walked into the room. The crowd bowed as Javier stood next to him, “¡Atención!” he bellowed, “His Royal Highness, King Leo... The Queen and Royal family are still in the Laurentian Palace; we must fight together to reinstate normality...” Leo raised his hand stopping Javier in his tracks, “Sorry my friend... if I may?” Javier nodded as Leo addressed the many factions of military gathered, “I know I have no right to request; but my wife, your Queen and my children are under that roof. My wife has dedicated her life to you all, our daughters and son will do the same. This coup has came to our shores because of a self fulfilling prophecy embarked upon by those who were fantasists... Cordonian militants who I am ashamed to have called family once upon a time and have desecrated our home. I stand before you as a husband and a father to ask for your help to overthrow this madness...” Leo stood proud and tall as the military dropped to their knee pledging their allegiance. “For King and Queen!” their chants filled the Parliament building as Leo looked over his shoulder towards Drake and Liam winking at them as he smiled.

To blend in, all three Cordonian men were dressed in the same green military uniform as the others. Leo and Javier stood side by side as they reviewed the blueprints of the Laurentian Palace surrounded by Generals, Admirals and Royal Guard Commanders. “We make use of blocking the tunnel system as much as we can...” Leo’s voice was strong and authoritative, “The tunnels run from the Palace directly to here. The airforce and navy teams can help block off these tunnels, and work with the coast guard to review the ports...” Leo pointed towards the blueprint, “The army will surround the Palace as the marines and Royal guard will clear the entrances... allowing smaller factions of the army to follow behind... the main priority is to find the Queen and children to ensure their safety... the youngest according ton intelligence states they are with the maids, so should still be in the nursery...” The men gathered around the table nodded in agreement to the plan until they were interrupted by the banging against the Parliament Chamber door. Leo’s sea green eyes flickered to a shade of blue as he raised his brow before nodding allowing the heavy reinforced door to be opened. Jimena and Matthew stood with their hands raised as hundreds of rifles were pointed in their direction until Leo called them to a halt. The Laurentian lady in waiting was not pleased, her lips pursed as she confronted Leo, “Took you long enough!” Jimena barked as Leo chuckled, “I can’t teleport...” he looked over her shoulder and smiled towards the Englishman stood behind her, “New boyfriend?” Jimena bit down and tried her hardest not to giggle, “No... this is Lord Devereaux... Isabella’s lawyer...” Leo’s smile wavered as he looked the English Nobleman up and down, “I see...” he replied dryly, “Your services Lord Devereaux... are no longer required...”

curse the dark and its horrors, it seems the nastay shits plague thee ashen one, search the catecombs of bismol for guidance

Last night I dreamed I was in a library again. This time it wasn’t a library I’ve ever been to, though it felt very familiar. The top floor felt like it was secret, with strange things like drawers of cookies for sale, and barrels full of rainwater with plastic-wrapped cheese wedges that had gone bad decades ago at the bottom. I watched other people from a balcony that had no safety railings, occasionally leaning out over empty space to touch the spine of a dusty tome no one else could reach. I found a creaky and comfortable armchair, and on the floor nearby a pile of tiny, ancient, moth-eaten books, barely the size of my palm. I opened one up...

And it was about a woman and her daughter who were abused by the woman’s lazy husband, who took the family’s only donkey and left to go and gamble. While he was gone, the woman and her daughter took what few possessions they cared to keep, and torched the rest with the cottage they lived in. They went far away, into the desert, and discovered an ancient sandstone temple recessed deep into the ground. The daughter took out the very book I was reading, opened it to a page I couldn’t find, and incanted the name of what could have been a god or a demon, which gladly accepted them into the dark catecombs beneath the temple.

The only other book I read in the dream was similarly aged and decrepit, worn nearly to shreds. It looked like it was by the same publisher, though I couldn’t find who that, or the author, was. It told of a pair of friends struggling to survive in a vast city of towering ruins and metal hulks of decaying technology. The two slept in turns, keeping one another safe and living however they could, often stealing food, rusted cars, or barely functional weapons from the more powerful gangs in the area. The story went on to tell that the two friends, as they fled a dusty car lot in a pair of junk heap cars, took shelter in one of the hundreds of imposing skyscraper husks that kept the horizon from view. Inside, they stumbled across a terminal, ancient, but functioning. It displayed something important that the book didn’t relay, and the two left immediately. Soon, however, they returned, curiosity, necessity, or desperation driving them back to whatever strange secret the computer held. As they entered the cramped, cluttered room that held the monitor, however, one of the two saw a figure in the darkness, and, lunging, took the knife aimed at his friend’s back in the palm of his own hand. The book left off there, and I was left with the confused sensation of having been within both books simultaneously- the proud and triumphant daughter, walking through the temple door with her head held high, and the terrified and angry boy, tearing the knife from his hand to turn it on the shadow which had wielded it, feeling no pain as he dove into the darkness.

I think there may have been a third book, a third story, but all I remember of it is the vague sensation of bleach-white hallways extending forever in all directions, a presence accompanying my every turn through the maze of bright corridors and strange rooms, the sensation of being chased by enemies with cold eyes, and a final room, where, cornered, I took a desperate plunge into a chute to avoid capture and at last found a place the light wasn’t present.

I also seem to remember there being someone with me in the secret balcony of the library, but I have no memory of them beyond a vague presence which I remember speaking to, though I don’t remember what about.

New Miraculous Episode SO Close to Being Good

We finally got some Miraculous lore but it seemed like they took several episodes worth of ideas, buildup, character development, and plot and just smushed it all together into one. This could have worked so much better as if the ideas had been spread out over the course of season 3 and have the senti monster be an added danger for season 4. Like it is this creature that now lurks in the catacombs of Paris and it comes out to hunt Ladybug and Chat Noir during fights but Hawk Moth is also after it but only Nathalie can control it but every time she transforms she gets weaker and weaker. Now we have more underlying conflicting drama with the villains and the ante is upped. Also, more history behind the miraculous as well as more guardian training for Marinette, Fu knowing his time might be running out and so is doing his best to teach her as much as possible. Marinette wondering why he doesn’t teach Chat Noir as well but he reveals that the miraculous choose the guardians not him and the box chose her to be the next guardian. We get more lore about the Order and it all builds up to an amazing three part season finale that had all the heroes we got so far fight against the Senti monster that is now on a rampage because it ate some ancient magic in the catecombs or something. We were so close to a good episode… So close!!!

Ooh what about angsty sentence starter #16 with Roan and Caius?

16. “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

Caius looked around for the last twenty minutes, trying to find Roan. He hadn’t seen Roan for the last three hours. He finally found the white haired boy down in the healer’s catecombs.

“There you are,” Caius said, half relieved.

Roan was still at the sink, washing his face. Obviously not hearing him. Caisu turned him around, and Roan’s violet eyes snapped up to his. But Caius wasn’t looking at those gorgeous eyes, he was looking at the splashes of black and purple across his face- at the healing cut just beneath his eye. “Are you hurt?” 

What was he saying. Of course Roan was hurt. Stars above.

But Roan shook his head. “No,” He signed.

“Oh?” Caius asked, sharply. “Then why are there bruises all our face? Run into a door?”

Roan shrugged. “It’s not that big of a deal. Just a few pricks with a grudge against phoenixes apparently.”

Not that big of a-

“What?” Caius demanded. “You are a prince. An actual prince with an actual crown. With actual magic to defend yourself with. Why didn’t you use it? or a weapon?”

Roan’s eyes were violet flames. “Because I don’t want to be seen as a monster anymore!” He signed, sharply. “I’m tired of people being afraid of me! Using my magic is only going to make them scared of me even more!”

“Yeah!” Caius yelled. “Up until you’re dead! History is littered with bodies of people being murdered becuase of hatred! What people think of you is none of your business. You have so many people who love you for exactly who and what you are. These people, who are not afraid of you, but hate you, do not deserve anything. And if they’re going to pick a fight with you. Make them regret it. Defend yourself. Don’t give anyone the satisfaction of seeing you cower.”

Roan’s eyes were bright with unshed tears. “Get out.”

“Roan-”

“I said get out.”