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femonologue · 1 month

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Many years ago, I was wandering around downtown Ottawa with my best friend. We ran into a friend of his who offered us some hash (it sucked), then said there was a really good house party nearby if we wanted to go. We were like, yeah, sure. So that's how we ended up at some completely fucking random person's house.

I look around to ask if my friend knows anyone here and he's simply gone, as is his friend. And this isn't some red solo cup hangout; this is a party. There's people counting out pills on the kitchen counter. I am clearly neither as cool nor as drug-savvy as the kitchen people, so I back away and instead wander aimlessly into the living room, which seems to give off more of a chill vibe.

A bunch of people are seated in a circle on the floor. One of them is fiddling with a big wad of newspaper or something. A really cute grunge girl with piercings and tattoos scoots aside to make room for me, so I sit down.

"What's that," I ask her, gesturing at the newspaper wad.

She gets a really big smile on her face. You know the smile. It's the I'm About To Watch This Innocent Soul Get High As Fuck smile. "You've never smoked a tulip?"

"What's a tulip?" I ask.

"It's like if a joint was also a bong," she replies. "You gotta try it."

"Alright," I reply, a little uncertainly. This will not be my first encounter with weed. I am more comfortable with the janky newspaper bong than I am with whatever the fuck is going on in the kitchen. Besides, this girl is really cute and I would like to have a friend here now that my existing friend has turned into vapor or been transported to the Upside-Down or whatever the hell happened to him.

I watch as one person holds the newspaper joint-bong upright and holds a lighter over the top while another gets beneath it, tilting their head back to take a puff. Apparently smoking this Cheech & Chong monstrosity is a two-person job.

"Oh," I say, looking at the fist-sized knob at the top of the wonky newspaper joint. "Yeah, it does kinda look like a tulip." Grunge girl smiles at me.

I watch as the tulip is passed around the circle, along with the lighter, and hits are cooperatively taken. It reaches grunge girl, who takes a huge puff and holds it for an extended moment before exhaling an impressive blast of smoke. She smiles expectantly and holds the tulip up for me, preparing to spark the gigantic meteor of dank that makes up its tip. By this point I have completely forgotten about my missing friend. I only care about making a good impression on grunge girl. I tilt my head back and hit the tulip like a smokestack.

It is the following morning. I am sleeping between a couch and a wall. I'm not positive that this is the same house I was just in. My memories are gone. Someone is yelling at me: "dude! Dude! Wake up, dude!"

I sit up. My mouth tastes like cigarettes. I do not smoke cigarettes. "Wha," I ask the yelling man, who I am quite confident I have never met before in my life.

"We're going on a quest," he tells me, gravely. "You have to come with us."

I look around. Neither my friend nor his friend are anywhere in sight. I also do not see grunge girl anywhere. I shrug helplessly. "Okay."

We embark from this house. I learn that the destination of this quest is Tim Horton's. This is a relief to me, as coffee and a donut sounds really fucking good right now. Somehow, the route to Tim Horton's takes us past the Governor-General's residence, which everyone else in the group loudly heckles on the way past. I do not know what the Governor-General has done to raise their ire, nor do I particularly care. I trudge along with my hands in my pockets, pleased to note that I still have my wallet, phone, and keys. I fervently wish that I could remember anything about last night. Maybe I talked to grunge girl. Maybe she's why my mouth tastes like cigarettes. The tulip tasted nothing like cigarettes.

I am asked about my politics. I voice my frustrations with corporate corruption, the pay-to-win electoral system, the lack of transparency and accountability. This is met with great approval. The guy who was yelling at me claps me on the back. I get the impression that we became friends last night. I don't recognize his face. I do not know his name and he definitely does not know mine. I behave as though we're friends anyway. We are comrades on a quest.

By the time we make it to Tim Hortons, the gaggle of stoners I'm walking with have all run out of energy and/or attention span. People order snacks and break away in pairs or solo, to call for rides or plan the day's events or just vegetate and wait for the drugs to leave their systems. I look around and find that my nameless friend has also gone to the Upside-Down. As I wash the cigarette taste out of my mouth with coffee, I unsuccessfully try to remember whether I saw grunge girl smoking tobacco at any point. I remember nothing. That tulip was so fucking powerful that it instantly sent me a whole day forward in time.

Alone in the city, I try to call my best friend and get no answer. I walk to the nearest bus stop, catch a bus most of the way home, and call up my parents to ask for a ride back. They ask where my friend is. I tell them that I have no idea; we went to a house party and I don't remember anything else.

When they pick me up from the bus station, they ask me some very safe, nonspecific questions, and seem to relax when I describe what little I can remember. It isn't until years later that I realize they were probably terrified I'd gotten rufied or something, and were so relieved to learn otherwise that they didn't even bother chiding me for smoking myself unconscious in an effort to impress a strange woman. In any case, they were probably happy to find out that I did, in fact, like girls; I suspect they had been privately wondering whether I was gay.

After getting home, I finally manage to get my best friend to answer his phone. I discover that he tried the kitchen pills, spent most of the night crossing the entire city on foot, and crashed at his cousin's house. He sounds like shit. I tell him that he should have tried the tulip, instead. He fervently agrees with me.

I never see grunge girl again.

That's okay, though. She got to see a clueless stranger get fucked the entire way up on some ungodly strain of giga-weed, and I got smiled at by a cute girl, and then I got to go on a quest. Wherever grunge girl is, I hope she's happy. I hope she's smoking the fattest fucking blunt and smiling as some kid passes out behind a couch.

#I have no idea what to tag this. if you need me to tag it as something just tell me I guess

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rebuilding-the-garg · 1 year

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The Gargantuan Fossil

This post was from the beginning of my project, thus some information I’ve written here is outdated. Please read my recent posts to see up to date information.

The Gargantuan Fossil is one of the most recognizable parts of the mid-portion of Subnautica’s gameplay. Its sheer size strikes both terror and awe into the hearts of players who stumble upon it. It’s unfortunate that only a third of the creature’s fossilized remains can be seen. Even using the Freecam command to check under the map reveals that the rest of the skeleton remains unmodeled. This is all we have of the Leviathan.

“Gargantuan Fossil” is quite the accurate name, considering just a third of this creature’s skeleton measures 402 meters in length, with the creature’s total size being an estimated 1,100-1,500 meters. Just the skull itself is under 100 meters, and our human player character can nestle comfortably in even its smallest eye socket. I would’ve tried to show our human character’s model for a size comparison, but this thing is so large you wouldn’t even be able to see him.

There have been many different reconstructions of this behemoth of a fossil, the most popular being this commission piece made by Tapwing, for the YouTuber Anthomnia, shown below. And while it’s cool, it’s... not all that accurate.

In the past, I actually helped create a Gargantuan Leviathan mod based off Tapwing’s concept, working alongside other incredibly talented artists (who will remain anonymous, they can talk about their experiences as they please) and some... not so savory individuals. I don’t want to be associated with that old Garg. This reconstruction project is both a way for me to move on and make something better than what I had in the past, and to test my skills and knowledge in the various natural sciences.

Although there is a second specimen, the skull of a younger instance, this fossil holds no significant data outside of showing just how small these creatures start out as. As shown in the image below, despite being a much younger instance, our player character could still fit inside the Leviathan’s smallest eye socket, although it wouldn’t be as spacious as its adult counterpart.

The game’s PDA (Personal Data Assistant) states that the Gargantuan Fossil is approximately 3 million years old, which is INCREDIBLY RECENT. For reference, 3 million years ago we still shared the planet with multiple other hominid species like Australopithecus afarensis back in the mid Pliocene. The Subnautica we know today is a byproduct of a mass-extinction of megafauna, such as Leviathans. My guess as to how the Gargantuan got this big is a combination of deep-sea gigantism and an evolutionary arms race against the other megafauna alive during its time, with prey attempting to become larger than its predator to avoid predation, and the predator growing to continue this cycle. When this ancient ecosystem of leviathan-class super predators collapsed, likely because of the meteor that struck Planet 4546B, the Gargantuan Leviathan was out of a substantial food source and went extinct. It could be possible that these creatures even gave live birth due to their serpentine body and massive size, making them too large for life in the shallows, where laying eggs is easiest.

NOW. LET’S TALK ABOUT THE BONES!! It’s important to figure out if the Gargantuan Leviathan had a cartilaginous skeleton or a bony one, so let’s count the bones!!

There’s TWO WHOLE BONES!!! AND IF YOU LOOK NEXT TO IT!! THOSE RIBS ARE BONES TOO!!!! UWAA!!! SO MANY BONES!!!! How can we tell this is bones? It’s simple! Cartilage is rubbery and flexible, so it doesn't fossilize well, while bone is hard and rigid, perfect fossil material!! Cartilaginous skulls also tend to be made up of many little interlocking bones, with bony skulls being made up of only a small handful!

Another thing I found interesting about the Gargantuan Skull is that it seems to have a ball and socket joint? This could have just been a similar mishap to the top and bottom jaws being fused in the skull’s model, but I’m trying to keep things as close to the original anatomy as possible. The ball and socket joint probably evolved to help with the burden of such a massive and heavy skull and allowing for greater speed and range of motion. In a world full of Leviathan-class predators, being able to have a wide range of motion would be extremely beneficial in locating both potential predators and prey.

Despite its immense size pushing the claim this Leviathan was an apex predator, it sports a small pair of horns, which is unheard of in large apex predators here on Earth. The darker coloration leads me to believe that these aren’t just horn cores, but the entire horn. These horns were most likely used to assist in defending itself against predators while it’s still small and vulnerable. It could also be a possibility they were used for threat displays and territory fights though it seems unlikely due to their small size. Sexual displays are also unlikely since just about every creature in Subnautica seems capable of asexual reproduction, as noted in the PDA entry for eggs. Asexual reproduction seems to be a very ancient basal trait in Planet 4546B’s evolutionary lineage and was most likely evolved to help species persevere even with low numbers and harsh conditions, preventing the dangers of inbreeding.

Overall, the skull’s shape and tooth structure suggest a piscivorous diet (of course it eats fish, the planet’s 99% water), and its shape specifically is reminiscent of an Orca and Redondasaurus. The lack of nostrils stumps me, there’s no openings in the skull aside from its eye sockets, however there’s also no evidence for a gill apparatus. I’m... going to have to come back to that at a later date. Though I personally believe the Gargantuan Leviathan was an air breather due to the lack of evidence for gills.

OKOK, ENOUGH ABOUT THE SKULL ASRIEL, WHAT ABOUT THE RIBS?

WELL... THE RIBS ARE... SOMETHING.

Behold! My very poor photomash of the same two images to show the total approximate length of the Gargantuan Leviathan, and a bad edit to show off what I believe the whole skeletal system would look like! (skeleton image credit)

Despite the game’s PDA describing the Gargantuan Leviathan’s body as “eel-like,” its skeletal structure is more reminiscent of a snake. The ribs show no indication of limbs, so it probably had a dorsal fin similar to eels or sea kraits.

One thing I’ve noticed about the Gargantuan’s ribcage is the existence of what appear to be bony, avian-like uncinate processes, which help the trunk’s muscles pump in and air out of the body, adding onto the idea that this leviathan breathed air. These uncinate processes in diving birds are especially long, which help reinforce the body and musculature, allowing the animal to stay underwater for longer periods of time.

My hypothesis for the role the Gargantuan Leviathan played in its ecosystem is similar to the Sperm Whales of our world, taking in large amounts of air before diving into the depths to fetch their food.

Next week, I’ll be doing more research into the skeleton and possibly beginning work on fleshing the Garg out! If there are any sciencey folks out on Tumblr who want to add their own input, feel free!! I want information!! Correct me if I got anything wrong!!

#long post #VERY long post #speculative biology #speculative paleobiology #paleontology #marine biology #fictional biology #subnautica #character analysis #monster biology #leviathan #gargantuan leviathan #essay

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toaster-boi · 7 months

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i think the Ace Combat franchise can best be summed up by the ending of Ace Combat 04: Shattered Skies.

you've taken the enemy's capital, you've finally faced down the rival ace pilot who you've come to deeply respect from the story of a small child orphaned by the war you've just won, and the bittersweet feeling of an end to senseless bloodshed fills the air.

but- wait. "[next mission]?"

briefing plays. a low tone, subtle electronic track plays throughout. cut to mission start: a cutscene, which only a few other missions opened with.

the sky is gray with either clouds, smoke, or ash; you can't really tell, but the gray and brown haze blots out the sun. the air is filled with meteors raining down on the ocean below, a handful of lasers pierce the fog of war. the only adequate descriptor is armageddon.

the music goes straight for the throat: a latin choir singing in a minor key, the opening to a track sharing its name with the mission itself. "Megalith Agnus Dei," with Megalith being an island-spanning ICBM launch complex in the shape of a fucking gigantic stone crucifix currently taking potshots at the remnants of an asteroid that previously razed the neighboring continent hard enough to cause a fascism-enabling refugee crisis.

Agnus Dei, literally "Lamb of God," is in reference to the player. you, Mobius One, are made into a direct allusion to the biblical Messiah, a literal divinely-ordained sacrifice sent from the heavens to absolve mankind of the sins of its past, and then ascend to the heavens once more.

you finally have actual wingmates, background characters from throughout the game now flying under your insignia. their objective is literally just to take care of enemy aircraft while you fly into the exhaust trenches of Megalith, to blow up the missiles from inside the facility, then fly straight up to not crash into the silo walls.

the last missile does not have exhaust trenches, but a tunnel you barely fit into, and the silo's launch doors aren't open when you enter.

to recap, you are sent in as the last hope for salvation from a military breakaway terrorist organization who, out of a desire for revenge, is making sulfur and coals rain upon the earth. you are sent up the length of something shaped like three crosses, and are then sent up the length of the center one and pass underground with a sealed exit and no expectation of escape. you then fucking fly straight upwards with and explosion at your back as the exit opens and the world is saved.

this is a game about fighter jets that came out two days after 9/11. on the PS2.

#toaster thoughts #ace combat #ace combat 04 #ace combat 4 #this franchise is so fucking bonkers #ace combat and armored core are siblings to me

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cheetahsprints · 3 months

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Prompt #15: Ring

Inspired by this post

• Sonadow Prompt Fills •

• Ambience Music •

Shadow slapped the inhibitor ring onto Sonic’s left wrist. Sonic blinked at it. He gave Shadow a questioning look, uncertain if he could find his voice at the moment.

“Keep it as a reminder,” Shadow said. The solemn, intense look on his handsome face electrified Sonic directly through his soul.

Sonic untied his bandana and wrapped it around Shadow’s neck. Shadow closed his eyes and seemed to marginally relax at the brush of Sonic’s hands on his fur. Sonic demanded, “None of that. You bring this back to me, got it?”

“I can’t make that promise.” Then, he rocketed in the opposite direction to sabotage the mother ship’s engine and inner workings.

Sonic went to the control room and used the passcode he had discovered to gain access. He watched the screen as the other ships rammed into each other or self-destructed due to his instructions. The ship he was on rocked and threw Sonic around, telling him that Shadow had succeeded. Sonic never had a doubt.

He had to leave -

Cyborg guardians caught up with him. Sonic put his all into the fight. It seemed that Shadow’s limiter had no effect on him, and he concluded it must be tied to his signature or something. He attempted to give them the slip to no avail. Unfortunately, his foes got the better of him. Everything went dark.

Shadow punched and blasted his way to the control room, his power a bit more wild with the lack of a single inhibitor ring. It wasn’t unmanageable, though. He touched the bandana around his neck, and it helped to ground him. He saw Sonic lying prone by the console, and panic made his chest cold. He rushed to his side, but he didn’t get a chance to check his pulse.

The ship was going down. They were thrown to the opposite wall. Shadow used his body to shield Sonic from the debris that came loose and rained on them. He summoned his Chaos power and punched a hole through the floor. He scooped Sonic with one arm and jumped out.

Shadow wrapped his arms around Sonic, one hand pressing down on his quills as he held him as tight and close as possible. They careened down like a meteor into the water. It took a few seconds to recover. Shadow grabbed Sonic again and though his muscles ached more than they had in a long time, he swam them one-armed to the shore. He laid Sonic carefully on his back.

“Heroic imbecile,” Shadow mumbled. He listened for his heartbeat.

Nothing.

Shadow shook him.

He continued to be unresponsive, of course. Shadow stood and screamed wordlessly in the direction of the extraterrestrial invaders. Unbridled rage pulsed through him, so strong it seemed like it might vibrate his bones into pieces.

Titanic reptilian monstrosities stomped through the ocean, sending large waves rippling across the water. A few spaceships still wobbled weakly behind them.

Shadow pawed at the tears on his cheeks. He tore off the rest of his inhibitor rings, pulled out the Chaos Emerald stashed in his quills and warped, popping to his cave beyond the forest.

Unbeknownst to Sonic and his team, he had amassed seven Emeralds. He wasn’t sure exactly what their combined power would do, but they called to him, pulsing through his being, like an alluring song. He grabbed them all and returned to the beach, all in less than the blink of an eye.

He stepped next to Sonic’s motionless form and stared, almost trying to revive him by sheer willpower. He nearly wanted to leave the planet to its doom, but he couldn’t… he had promised Maria. Though Sonic was gone, he would’ve counted on Shadow to finish the job if he had merely been incapacitated.

He called upon the power of the Chaos Emeralds and transformed. He didn’t notice a surge of light strike Sonic and form a bright dome over him before he rose into the air and shot off at full speed.

He didn’t slow down until he had gone directly through the chest and heart of one of the gigantic lizards. It collapsed into the water, and Shadow paused in the air as dark yellowish blood dripped off him.

He flew forward and delivered a devastating punch to the side of another’s head. It stumbled. However, it turned toward him and opened its maw. He could probably survive the impact of its bite and shoot through its skull…

A golden comet slammed into the other side of the head. Time seemed to slow again as Super Sonic’s cinnabar eyes met Shadow’s shocked gaze. Sonic grinned. Shadow had heard of Sonic powering up in the past, but he hadn’t seen it. He was pretty and Shadow found it difficult to look away.

“Couldn’t wait to get the party started without me, huh?”

Together, in their super forms, they made short work of the remaining invaders. When the last one was falling toward them, Sonic rushed to his side and offered his hand. Shadow grabbed it, and they teleported out of the way. Shadow reinstated his inhibitor rings quickly, except for the one attached to Sonic. If he concentrated, he could feel his life force through its contact.

As their endurance to hold the boosts waned, they both collapsed face-down on the beach. The Emeralds reappeared from whatever pocket dimension they resided during the transformation and clattered around the pair. Some minutes later, Sonic kicked him in the hip. He groaned and lifted himself up to spit out sand and blood.

He pushed Sonic’s face into the ground and bit his ear. Sonic managed to twist around to sink his teeth into Shadow’s forearm while pushing on his face. Despite how wrung out they both were, the pair rolled wildly and tussled for a moment, kicking, punching, and nipping without inflicting any real harm.

“This would have been over sooner if you told me about the Chaos Emeralds, you know,” Sonic griped when he finally gave up trying to win the impromptu wrestling match. He panted and shook sand out of his quills.

“I thought we had it handled, but you went and died on me,” Shadow accused in return. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.

“I - wait. I - really?”

Shadow nodded. Sonic inhaled sharply and smoothed his quills as he swatted that new information back and forth in his mind like a cat with a ball of yarn. He noticed that Shadow’s eyes were mildly bloodshot, his cheeks tear-streaked, and his hands had the slightest tremor. The normally aloof guy was… for his measure, deeply upset. There was something beautiful in a haunting way at that unintentional glimpse of vulnerability.

“Oh… Whoa, aw man. Well. What’s done is done, Shadow.” He tried to hand him the ring back, but Shadow waved him away. On himself, Sonic locked it back in place. “In that case you can keep the scarf too. Dye it red or black if you want, I don’t care. Wanna get chili dogs or whatever?”

Sonic expected him to disappear as usual, but Shadow shocked him.

“Why not.”

He could've sworn there was almost the twitch of a smile on his muzzle. He quickly patted Shadow on the shoulder and broke into a run before he could react.

As they waited on their orders, Sonic and Shadow calmly sat across from the other at the table, fingertips touching on the center. Sonic felt cradled in the warmth of his affection for the other, but he didn’t have the urge to express it all over him. It seemed like something was simply understood between them, draped with a closeness and importance to each other that no one else could match.

“I can’t believe you put a ring on it already,” Sonic remarked out of nowhere after a while, when food had been eaten, examining the gleaming accessory that now adorned his wrist.

Shadow jumped across the table with a guttural snarl, tackling him for the idiotic joke. Sonic just laughed happily as Shadow pinned him to the floor. He bit into his cheek and Shadow recoiled mostly in surprise. Sonic slipped free to run, but Shadow was close behind, giving chase.

#sonadow #boom sonadow #prompts #temporary character death #aesthetic admiration #love language: aggressive wrestling #love language: wearing each other's accessories #these two are feral #what Sonic's team was doing up to imagination didn't want to make it longer lol

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artbyblastweave · 2 months

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So on balance I generally do enjoy Mark Millar, and a big part of why I enjoy Mark Millar is that a lot of his superhero stuff demonstrates the same awareness about the genre that Worm does- the sense of an unstable equilibrium, that the center cannot hold in the superhero universe as typically presented. Jupiter's Legacy, Super Crooks, Old Man Logan, Wanted, The Ultimates. Arguably Civil War. I have a whole other post buried in my drafts about how that bleak throughline keeps cropping up in his cape work. Specifically in his cape work, also- the man has written a lot of lighthearted, at times almost cloyingly sincere and optimistic one-off miniseries in other genres. Starlight: The Return Of Duke McQueen, Huck, Chrononauts, Beyond. In tension with this cynicism about the capes is the fact that he also clearly believes that superheroes are really cool, and on some fundamental level a really deeply noble and empowering idea. Even Wanted, which is probably the most thoroughly tasteless thing of his that I've read all the way through, I recall as having had this interesting subtext of anger over the fact that there's an audience for a superhero work as cynical and grotesque as Wanted. ("Fine. We took all the whimsy and wonder and derring-do you claim to have outgrown out back and shot it. The corpse is cooling. Are you happy yet? Dark enough yet? Mature enough yet? This is what you wanted right?") Anyway, I think Kick-Ass the comic suffers gigantically from a failure to break in one direction or another, in regard to that tension. It gets very, very close to saying useful and interesting things about the genre at several points but keeps undercutting itself by transforming back into the object of its own attack. There's this initial line of questioning, right, which is, "what kind of person, in real life, might actually try this? How would it go?" And the comic has some compellingly miserable answers to that question! Everyone in costume is chasing the same power fantasy, clinging to the idea of being somebody. Dave is, in his own words, motivated by "the right combination of loneliness and despair," and he's not competent. He alternates between minor wins and brutal hospitalizations, the first two issues and change is just the world punishing him for being dumb enough to try this, and for the most part he's a LARPer, a self-identified asshole. Red Mist is a rich kid playing with his father's money. Big Daddy and Hit-girl are framed as the "real deal", genuinely competent in their ability to dish out violence, and the comic to some extent has the self-awareness to recognize that people who were actually any good at this would be even more horrifying than the LARPers. The Reveal that Big Daddy was an accountant- that he made up a tragic backstory and made his daughter a human weapon in order to pursue an escapist fantasy- genuinely lands like a meteor! But it fucks it up, because it also needs to be cool, cool enough to keep our attention, and so it pulls an about face. The horror of Hit-girl gets subsumed by the realization that she's also the coolest thing in the whole book, almost loadbearing in terms of having actually cool and interesting things happen on-panel, and so the end of the book turns into the exact kind of superviolent revenge story it was initially skewering as unrealistic and disconnected from the much more grounded grief and loss Dave is experiencing at the start of the book. Dave's costumed escapades goes from being an obviously stupid and egotistical attempt to claw back control of his life to... an actual method by which he claws back control of his life, and not in a way that feels terribly well-earned!

The sequels double down on this- alternating between "in real life this would be cheap and stupid and tinged with anticlimax" and "woooo! Let's ape Tarantino until something cool happens!" and honestly, that feels less worthy of analysis because what I'm pretty sure happened there is that the movie blew up and created A Demand For More Kick-Ass. In general what it feels like fundamentally happened here is that you ask, "what if superheroes were real," you land on the answer of "they'd look stupid, be stupid and die badly," but what does that leave you with? It's not like that wasn't the obvious answer already and it's definitely not eight issues of material. He can't pull the trigger on having everyone involved die badly in meanspirited ways to drive the point home, and he never quite threads the needle back to the reconstructive middle ground he badly wants the book to inhabit, the "real heroes work in soup kitchens and look out for their neighbors" area. Things just happen.

That said, the gag about the astroturfed swear-word "Tunk" is fantastic. 10/10, no notes

#kick-ass #thoughts #meta

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enchantedchocolatebars · 5 months

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Fic request: After kid Philip meets kid Amelie Blight in the bonesborough library, he talks to Caleb and Evelyn about her.

The Kitty Princess Finds Her Prince (Part 2 to "Philip... That's A Cute Name" Amelie [art of her here and here] belongs to @dannystarsstuff / @starishome)

After story time had concluded at the Kid's Corner, Philip and Amelie were both seated at a table together with books.

Philip's smile couldn't be contained as Amity presented her book to him.

It was a picture book with a cute hard cover titled, "The Kitty Princess Finds Her Prince".

"It's one of my favorite books here," Amelie would admit with a small smile followed by a soft giggle as she flipped to the glossy title page.

"I always borrow it every time I come here."

Philip's eyes grew wide as they sparkled.

"Ooo, cool!" The brunette would comment enthusiastically.

"What's it about?" He asked his friend with his listening ears on.

He was really interested in what Amelie had to say.

After another giggle, Amelie spoke again as she turned to the first page, which depicted a round pink kitten standing on her two stubby legs with a crown on her head in a castle.

Being a cat, she had a cute cat-like smile on her face.

"It's about a kitty princess...," She began as she flips to the next page, which illustrates the kitten leaving her castle with a travel backpack on her back. "... Who ventures from her castle to find a prince."

The next couple of pages that Amelia turns show the cute kitty princess on her travels.

"She travels far and wide in her search for him. Her efforts to find him involve walking on land, taking a boat, going into the woods, trudging through snow, and even going inside the mouth of a monster."

The next page makes Amelie and Philip laugh.

It shows the kitty taking a cat nap. "She then takes a brief break."

Amelie then turns to the next page, which reveals that the kitten has found her prince, who's a witch.

Both the witch prince and the pink kitten princess are thrilled to see each other. "But then, she finally finds him!"

Amelie turns to the next page, which shows a pastel illustration of the prince giving the kitten a gentle hug as she snuggles into his loving embrace as small red hearts form a big heart around them.

Amelie flips to the last and final page of the story.

It shows the prince and kitten happily sharing a bowl of milk together in her castle, with the prince on his hands and knees.

"And they live happily ever after."

She closes the book and smiles.

"The end."

"Wow!" Philip beams, his eyes big with excitement. "That story was so good! I really liked it a lot! Can I show you my book?"

Amelie nods.

Philip picks up his book, a hardback with only three pages, titled "The Ant", which shows a stock image of an ant on the cover.

He then presents Amelie with the first page, which depicts the same realistic ant from the cover using its mandibles to nibble on a single leaf.

When the next page is turned, the ant is now gigantic.

On the final page, the giant ant is terrorizing a small village that is on fire.

The witches in the story scream and run away as a meteor falls in the background.

Philip closes the book with a cheery smile. "The end!"

Amelie giggles before placing a small, sweet kiss on Philip's cheek, causing the boy to blush.

He had such a silly and peculiar taste in books.

She liked it.

She liked him.

A lot.

"Amelie!" A loud, voice called out Amelie and Philip looked to see a woman standing in the middle of the room with the same minty hair as Amelie's.

She was dressed in business attire.

Some library visitors gave her a glare, while others pressed a finger to their lips, but she simply ignored them.

"Say goodbye to your friend, darling. It's time for us to leave."

"Who's she?" Philip asked Amelie as she stood up from her seat.

"My mom," Amelie replied, pushing her chair in.

It was apparent that she was sad to be departing from Philip.

"I have to go now." Her mouth corners slowly move up in a small smile. "But hey, maybe we can see each other again next Saturday. Are you planning on coming back?"

Philip nodded. "Mm-hmm! If my brother brings me!" The brunette was certain that Caleb would if he asked really nicely.

Amelie gave a gentle giggle. "Nice! You know, I really liked your ant book. Would it be alright if I checked it out at the front desk and took it home with me?"

She picked up her kitten book. "I'll let you borrow this," She playfully bargained with a hum.

"Deal!" Philip said with happy a grin as the two exchanged books.

"Thank you! Goodbye Philip, see you next time!" Amelie told him with a wink, his book in her hand as she took off to her mother.

"Bye, Amelie!" As Philip watched her leave, a hand went to hold the cheek that she had kissed.

He smiled softly.

...

"... And so she let me borrow this book! It's her favorite!"

Philip happily explained to Caleb and Evelyn as they walked home at sunset after the Bonesborough Library had closed.

"Aww!" Evelyn gushed, holding her cheeks. Young love is so adorable, she thought.

"I see!" Caleb was intrigued by what his brother had told him. "This Amelie girl seems very kind based on what you told us."

Philip nodded in agreement. "She is!" He said with a smile. "Can we come to the library next Saturday so I can see her again?"

Caleb gently ruffled Philip's hair and chuckled. "Of course we can, Pip."

His baby brother making a new friend made the elder very happy.

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thewiglesswonder · 2 years

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Analyzing Dimension X

Or, what the prison dimension tells us about the former Krang armada.

Up until the tail end of the movie, we had not seen into X in any capacity. All we had gotten was the mention of the forging of the key from Splinter, and a line from Krang One: “A shame our brethren didn’t survive the prison dimension.” We know nothing about it, except that whatever it was, it was enough to wipe out all but three Krang. In a movie full of color, whether that be the pink and green of Krang biomass, or the blue, orange, red, and purple of the boys’ mystic powers, we anticipate that Dimension X will be just as colorful, a fresh, otherworldly playground of chaotic horrors on par with the flashy mystic energy that’s been lobbed around all movie.

Then we do see it, and it’s lifeless.

X is a low-gravity graveyard, and it’s populated with shapes and structures that don’t immediately make sense to the eye. For the purposes of the movie, X serves as a final, hopeless battleground for Leo and One. While I could go on and analyze the actual importance of the setting in terms of the plot, I’m far more interested in what these incredible backgrounds have to say about the lore.

Immediately visible in the low light are what we know to be relics of Krang technology. We already know their potential regarding biomass integration is immense, considering that Three was able to take over an entire building, subway cars, helicopters, etc. with his abilities. However, the entire point of X is that nothing is alive there anymore. Even Leo and One, battling one another, are not long for it. That rules out the possibility of these gigantic structures being composed of biomass, and instead relegates us to the next feature of the Krang’s technology: their mechsuits.

In this regard, Krang technology tends to have a relatively recognizable “style” to it. Large, primary “eye” pieces seem to be a frontal focus, with uniform, skeletal teeth in some cases, many examples also have a larger chest, claws, and a somewhat bipedal body plan. Take a closer look at the background shapes of the prison dimension, particularly this beautiful wide shot directly after Mikey closes the portal in One’s face.

Almost in parallel to the events of the movie and the now single occupant of the prison dimension, we can see objects in the background of X. Compare the structure on the right with the “face” of One’s mechsuit. Look to the right of the central figure in the wide shot. You can see a clawed hand, an arm raised, a roughly humanoid body twisted away from the camera in its death throes. Above that, a shattered Technodrome. In the foreground, branching structures and spines congruent with the design of Krang technology.

Why is this relevant? It’s relevant because this is my post, but also for another reason: Examine the wide shot again. Think about the flow of the sequence of Leo and One’s final fight in Dimension X. Both of them are utterly dwarfed by the structures that surround them, structures that are, mind you the remnants of the Krang armada. We’d just seen how close three Krang and relatively small mechsuits came to conquering the Earth, in one timestream, they succeeded. Look at the mechsuits of Dimension X. Could they have taken more than one Krang to pilot? The power and coordination necessitating more than one mind controlling them? What civilizations had been crushed uncaringly under the heel of even one of these meteor-sized machines? How far had the Krang come in their conquest, only to be stopped and driven to the absolute brink of extinction by a little water world?

Even though all that's left is dust and frozen metal, the implications of the former Krang armada are terrifying.

#tldr: the things in the background of X are scary and you should look at them more closely #wig's words #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles movie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt movie #hamato leonardo #rottmnt leo #krang #rottmnt krang

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Doctor Papa

dni: k!nk, anti-agere, agepl4y, or ddlg-esque blogs 🍄 this blog is a safe space for age regressors and age dreamers 🍄

pairing: caregiver!papa!bruce banner x regressor!little!reader

characters: uncle thor, bruce banner, reader, mentions of: steve, bucky, sam, and tony stark.

summary: you have to get MRIs done but you're nervous. thank goodness, papa knows how to cheer you up.

word count: 1,751

content warnings: MRIs, hospital gown, reader is written like they're a child's height, no mention of a particular chronic illness, please tell me if i'm missing anything

author's note: tadaa!! all done! this is the most i've written for a one shot! very proud of myself. also, this is inspired by me having to get MRIs done recently ajfhs

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Sometimes stuff we've done lots of times can still seem scary; which is annoying because who wants to feel anxious about the same exact thing over and over again?

You have to get these scans done by tomorrow. With every heart of your being, you wished that wasn't true but your previous scans were too old.

UGH!

Luckily, your papa had a trick up his sleeve.

He told you to stay here, in this gigantic, empty, white walled room. It was utterly boring, there were no paintings or statues or anything. Not even toys! Well, okay, you had your Mr. Rainy Day Bear but still! At least there were floor to ceiling windows- OH, and a skylight, too. Those are always nice.

While you waited for Bruce to come back, you watched what went on outside. There was Tony using his latest invention to attempt to lift Uncle Thor’s hammer. Tony still had no idea that it couldn't possibly work! How silly of him.

Bucky, Sam, and Steve stood in a far apart triangle. They were tossing around the Captain America shield like a Frisbee, guffawing, and yelling things that were joyously incomprehensible. It looked like lots of fun! Definitely more fun than MRIs. Maybe, they would let you join in later.

The double doors of the empty room swung open and papa’s humongous green form entered.

“Okayyy, love bug, I've grabbed all the cardboard pieces from recycling that weren't gross.” He grimaced thinking about the black, moldy gunk that spoiled some previously useful parts. He shrunk back down to Bruce Banner size after dumping the cardboard into a large pile. “We should have enough for our little art project.”

“Art project?” You looked at him expectantly. Your eyes were actually lit up with stars of joy this time, instead of meteor shower anxiety.

The idea was to make a cardboard MRI machine. Having an art project to focus on would comfort and reassure you about the process you would go through tomorrow. If he could make it fun, your anxiety wouldn't be so bad.

“I’ve seen the machine before, papa, I can make the bestest one yet!” You hopped on your toes, giddy with tight, flapping fists.

“I grabbed your sticker books and some paint, too-”

“OH YAY, THANK YOU PAPA, THIS IS SO EXCITING!!”

Mission accomplished. Anxiety gone, replaced with magical cure Art Project™. Bruce smirked to himself.

You laid down on a tall, square cardboard piece. Bruce traced your form with a sharpie as you giggled. Once you had the correct length, you both began cutting a rectangular piece and put that piece on a metal cart with wheels.

Then, you cut out half circle pieces and hot glued them all together until it made one large 4D sphere with a hole in the middle like a donut.

At one point, the glue burned you but Papa Bruce fixed it right up and stopped the booboo pain with a cure-all kiss.

Your cardboard MRI machine may look done to outsiders but it wasn't even close. It was missing the most important part of all: the stickers! There were heart stickers, stickers with dolphins, rainbow stickers, puppy stickers, stickers that had Mr. Hulk and Papa on them, too! There were even stickers of Stevey, Bucky, Iron Man, and Uncle Thor! Papa said for your birthday he'd make stickers with you on them, too.

You also painted squiggles, polka dots, lines, circles, triangles, kitty cats, and zig zags. All of them in your most favoritest color.

“There!” You stood proudly, hands on your hips. “Now, it's very, very pretty, papa.”

Papa gave you a minute and then asked, “Are you ready to practice?”

You blinked and sighed. Defeat warping your mood. “Yeah...”

Papa spun away, put a doctor's coat on, and then turned back, holding a clipboard. “Alright, are you the caregiver for Mr. Rainy Day Bear?”

“Yeah, papa.” You lightened up a little bit.

“Papa? No, I'm Doctor Doctor. Who's papa?”

“You're papaaa!” You pointed at him.

“Okay, okay I'm Doctor Papa.” He repeated, “Are you the caregiver of Mr. Rainy Day Bear?”

You tilted your chin up and did a faux British accent. “Why, yes, sir. He's feeling very, very bad and needs a scan.”

“Ah, yes, I see that on his chart, Caregiver.” He flipped through the scribbled pages on the clipboard. “Let's have. Mr. Bear lay down on the table with his head on the pillow.” Bruce gestured with his hand.

You laid your stuffie down on the pretend bed, placing Mr. Bear’s head gently on the pillow. You patted his hand for good measure.

Doctor Papa put ear plugs into the bear's ears and placed cushy pink headphones on him. The headphones had cat ears on them. Papa raised his voice a little, “Mr. Rainy Day Bear, what kind of music do you like to listen to?”

“Doctor Papa, Mr. Bear is nonverbal.” you said matter of factly. You raised your pointer finger to the sky. “I’ll answer for him. He likes The Wiggles, Papa- I mean Doctor Papa.”

“Alrighty then, The Wiggles album coming right up.” Bruce pulled out his phone, scrolling until he found the right music. “Wiggles rave?”

You nodded, then kissed the tippity top of Rainy Day’s head. “You'll be okay, Mr. Bear.”

Bruce began to push the cardboard bed into the donut sphere. You took a big, big deep breath in.

“BRRRR BEEEP AGHHHH RRRRR DNNNN-”

That breath was immediately released back into the atmosphere. “PAPAAA!” You clutched your chest, laughing so hard your legs felt weak.

Doctor Papa continued, “DRRRRR EEEEEE EHHHHHH MRRRRRR!”

You were rolling on the floor, tears leaving your eyes. How silly of your papa!

“BRRRRRrrrrrr….” Papa rolled the cardboard bed out of the donut. “How are you feeling Mr. Bear?”

“Papa, he can't hear you!”

Bruce laughed. “Oh, yeah, right.” He removed the headphones and then the earplugs. “How is the fantastic Mr. Bear?”

You lifted Mr. Bear’s paws and had him sign to Bruce, ‘I am okay.’

“Perfect! Let's take a look at your scans here…” Papa turned around and scribbled quickly on the paper. When he faced you again, he showed you the scan. It was a poorly constructed scribble of Mr. Rainy Day Bear with a big, biiiiiiiig, heart right in the middle. “I knew it, Lots-Of-Love-itis.”

You unburied the British accent. “Quite good, sir. Well done, Mr. Bear.” You placed a hulk sticker on his paw and hugged him tightly.

Papa kneeled down and asked, “Do you want to practice with you this time?”

You gave it a thought, looking this way and that. “Hmmm, will you make the funny noises again?”

“BEEEEP BRRR-”

“Not right now, Papa!” You shouted with a smile.

“Oh, during the practice?” He waited for you to finish rolling your eyes. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Okay…” You breathed in, out, in, and out slowly. “Let's practice, Doctor Papa.”

♡

“Big day, lille venn.” Uncle Thor said as he helped tie the back of your hospital gown. He double knotted the strings behind your neck and then the ones by your hip. “There you are. All set.”

You frowned at that, looking at Thor with big, watery eyes. “Not all set.”

“It'll be okay.” His hands (placed on your shoulders) turned you to face him. “Remember your breathing?”

“Mhm.”

“Let's do it together.” He raised his left hand as you did the same. “Climb Yggdrasil, breathe in.”

You traced up your pointer finger.

“Let's sit at the very top, hold your breath.”

You paused at the tip of your finger.

“Slide down the Yggdrasil branches, breathe out.”

You traced down your pointer finger.

Uncle Thor had you repeat that four more times, until the tears dried and the anxiety flowed further away.

“Very good, great job. Let's go see Papa.” He held your hand as he walked you towards the scary room. Worse than the boring room from yesterday.

You turned the corner and there was Papa at the computer. “Hey there! The computer’s prepped and waiting for you, little one.”

You looked at Papa, then Uncle Thor, and then Papa again. “Okay… I'm ready.”

Papa led you to the metal bed. It was rectangular and thin. A sheet was laid out on it so you wouldn't get super cold. There was a thick pillow on the end that had your favorite kitty cat pillowcase on it, which made the corners of your lips turn upwards.

Papa pressed an arrow down bottom next to the donut sphere that brought the bed down to your level. He held your hand as you hopped on and then helped position you onto the center. He guided you through a big, deep breath so that your body was as comfortable on the table as can be instead of tense.

Next came pink headphones with cutesy kitty ears on them and plain boring ear plugs so that your hearing wasn't hurt from the loud noises. Papa already set up your favorite kind of music so when the headphones were placed on you, it was already playing. Bruce furrowed his brow in question, moving his thumb up and down. You replied with a thumbs up. You were ready.

Bruce handed you a panic button to hold just in case and laid a blanket over you to keep you warm. Papa kissed the top of your head and left the room.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in and out.

BBRRRRRRR

‘It's okay. I'm okay.’

BEEEEEEPPP

‘Woohoo, I'm doing awesome!’

REEEEHHHHHH

‘This is boring, it's got to have been a bajillion minutes by now.’

After ten years (minutes), the machine stopped and Papa walked back into the room. He gave you a high five and bunches of praises that you only heard some of because of all the ear protectors. But you could tell by his facial expressions that he was so very proud of you.

He pressed the arrow down button again and the bed began moving to an easier height. You removed the headphones and earplugs yourself, you felt like such a big kid (in the best way)!

You stretched this way and that while making funny noises which made you abrupt into hearty giggles.

Bruce held your hand as you jumped down. Next thing you knew, he was hugging you tightly, picking you up, and spinning you around and around!

“I'm so very, very proud of you, bumble bee!”

You kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Papa!”

♡

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janherdlicka · 1 year

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Zentralgestirne (...des letzten Menschen) Pt.II/V

film-photograph on baryte print

60x40cm

Edition 05+03AP

2022

„ suddenly the three mock suns united in one, and plunged into the sea. A few seconds afterwards, a deafening watery sound came up with awful peal from the spot where they had disappeared. (...) it appeared as if suddenly the motion of earth was revealed to us--as if no longer we were ruled by ancient laws, but were turned adrift in an unknown region of space. Many cried aloud, that these were no meteors, but globes of burning matter, which had set fire to the earth, and caused the vast cauldron at our feet to bubble up with its measureless waves.“

(Mary Shelley The Last Man 1826 p. 487)

The body of work „Zentralgestirne“ is a photographic reflection of Mary Shelleys novel „The last man“ which was released in 1826 representing late romanticism while at the same time pioneering apocalyptic science-fiction. The story of Verney as last living human being on an earth shaken by plagues and natural catastrophes can also be interpreted as literary anticipation of current thought models regarding posthumanity. In midst the description of rising apocalypse as result of a gigantic mesh of nonhuman rejections lies the general questionning of human sovereignty. The motif of collective loss of human control is central to the three part novel and uncovers the absurdity of romantic discourses and conceptions of dominating nature in the early 19th century. While in the scenery above Verney as a human spectator is watching three sunlike meteors from top of the dover cliffs the series „Zentralgestirne“ is multiplying the sun itself.

On the one hand the photographic result of multiple central stars at the sky seemingly accompanying each other in total equality and harmony is mimicking this specific section quoted above. On the other hand it can be seen as a demonstration of alternative thinking apart from what is humanly imaginable. Decomposing the one and only reality of a central and often godlike described star in our solar system can also lead to reevaluating the concept of humanity as one and only force dominating on a planetary scale. In the multiplicity of the three central stars lies a symbol of equality, cooperation and interrelation in the sense of for example polytheistic religion. This way „Zentralgestirne“ takes Shelleys Last man and transformes him into becoming the last man as representative of a human self image which in the 21. century seems to be more and more outdated.

#colour #35mm color film #film photography #photography #contemporaryart #contemporaryartist #Berlin #sunset #sun #ocean #kunst #zentralgestirne

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artoutoftheblue · 6 months

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Kicking off being back by posting these guys. I have more art, I'm just posting the ones relevant to each other together

These three are MerSolar and MerMontys kids. On break I brainstormed a scenario in my mind of these guys being kidnapped from their parents as eggs, and were mainly used for stuff similar to circus shows. MerStardust is based off a seal, while Meteor (right) and Comet (left) are based off a mimic octopus, and are conjoined twins if that wasnt obvious lol. I'm too lazy to try and come up with another sibling, so I decided that the fourth one died after hatching due to casualties. The three only know english due to humans raising them and not their parents. Unfortunately for Meteor, Comet is the one out of the trio who is more prone to being cannibalistic

The three arent completely trusting towards humans since they have been tested on multiple times

Ik the question of how humans were able to take the three from their gigantic parents, what happened was they drugged MerSolar and MerMonty beforehand so they couldnt do anything about them being taken

#blues art #blues references #overseas au #merstardust #meteor and comet

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consult-sherlockholmes · 1 year

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FOR F****** SAKE

…. If- When you’d died of an overdose, how would that be for the people that love you? Think about it, Sherlock. Your life is not your own! Think about Rosie, Molly, Mrs. Hudson, me.

Always those hypothetical scenarios, John. Contemplating what could be is of endless possibilities and useless. We could also all be wiped out any second if a gigantic meteor striked the earth, will you now go scream at someone because of that potentiality?

You say if but it did not happen so there is nothing to be angry about. If you are going to scream at me for every potential mistake I could have made or will ever make in the future you will soon run out of oxygen, so stop it.

Furthermore is that possibility very unlikely as I know what I am doing, I am a chemist and a scientist. An expert in chemistry and dosages. So no need to think about potential scenarios to upset your little mind about, which would never happen anyway.

#rp #johnlock roleplay #sherlock roleplay #roleplay #johnlock rp #sherlock rp #bbc sherlock #sherlock #tw overdose mention

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idrawiguess · 6 days

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Idk here’s a Greek myth story I did for my creative writing class.

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The Tears of Meteorus

(me-TEE-or-iss)

Long ago, back when the gods of old ruled the world, there lived a man named Meteorus. Meteorus, you see, was a troubled and angry man. He had been forced to fight in the Trojan War and had been ditched when it ended without so much as a thank you. He blamed the gods for the war and resented them deeply.

One day, after a particularly taxing day, he looked to the sky and said, “I renounce the gods and all they stand for. They bring nothing but chaos and destruction. Olympus is a broken scale, weighted by corruption. I bet the gods aren’t even real.”

The gods were appalled, annoyed, and above all, angry. The sky began to darken and lightning began to shake the earth. Zeus himself appeared in front of Meteorus in a blaze of fire and wind.

“How dare you say such things?” Zeus thundered.

“I didn’t mean them,” Meteorus pleaded, for he knew he had made a grave mistake, “I-I’m under a l-lot of stress and-”

“It is too late to ask for forgiveness, boy. For as long as you shall live, you will be hunted by the creatures of the Underworld, who exist only to chase you. One day, they will rip you to shreds for what you have done and you will face the gods in Olympus,” Zeus roared.

With that final curse, Zeus’s form exploded in a torrent of wind and rain. The winds whipped Meteorus around like a rag doll. He was thrown many feet into a ditch. He stayed there until the wind subsided. He cautiously peeked his head over the ridge of the ditch. In the spot where Zeus had stood, a hole in the ground reaching to the Underworld was open. Crawling out of it were the most hellish and evil creatures Tartarus had to offer. Many-eyed beasts with wings and tails, hellish birdmen whose cries were filled with the screams of the damned, and a goat the size of a large house with gigantic spiraling horns and spikes traveling down the ridge of its back.

Meteorus ran. He ran far and fast. He ran for the rest of his life, being unable to stay in one place for more than a couple of days. Every place he went, the monsters ravaged the town, leaving a trail of bodies and fire in their wake. He ran till he couldn’t anymore. He ws old and weak when the monsters found him. Just like Zeus had said, the beasts ripped him to shreds in a slow and painful death that left any watcher screaming hysterically for the rest of their life.

Once he died, Meteorus was summoned to Olympus to pay for his crimes. The gods eventually decided to sentence him to eternal confinement in the stars. No matter where the gods went, Meteorus would always be able to see them, knowing that they were very real and very powerful. He also would permanently see the world covered in the destruction caused by the monsters that chased him.

Finally realizing the effect his actions had on the world, Meteorus wept. As his tears fell, they left a trail of fire in their wake across the cosmos, just as he did on Earth. His tears would be known to the world as meteors. It is said he is trapped in the sky today, still weeping his fiery tears. Every once in a while, he will become so overtaken by sadness that his tears will fall in a shower across the sky, being seen from Earth as a meteor shower.

Now you know to never doubt the existence of the gods, for things can turn out in ways you never thought possible.

#idrawiguess #writing #my writing #writing tumblr #ancient greek #greek gods #greek mythology

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curmudgeonness · 6 months

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This save has a LOT of gigantic meteors.

#sims 3 #isla paradiso #cesar ryan

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theburgessobserver · 1 month

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Burgess Observer(Aka Frosts town newspaper)FINAL ISSUE!

News!

MAIN HEADLINE:

Hathway wins election by a landslide!

Yes,it's true he won the Presidential elections by a landslide because a landslide blocked his opponents road out of his house and caused him to miss most of the last campaigns which were decisive as he had a lead.But without appearing to address several key states he had a decisive defeat and lost by a mere 0,1 percent of voters!Hathway is a relatively unknown candidate and was at a disadvantage to win,then again he was not known for anything bad either….

Pages 1-6

Local News!

GIANT MIRACLE!

Last night somebody(or somebodies)built an intricate 18 foot snowman of Paul Bunyan.As part of the Burgess snowman competition it won first place by a landslide!But no one has come forth as to who have built it,whoever did it must have done quite some work on this Ice giant as it is very detailed and looks life-like and is well…gigantic with the ice being practically melded together as if by magic.Whoever you are we all would like to thank you(and your team)for this not only is it the biggest snowman made in the county,but it also caused a rapid increase in tourist and sight-seekers visiting.

Pages 7-8

Other headlines

Meteor Mystery

Last night Mt.Palomar picked up an asteroid the size of a small town it was heading towards the western seaboard,Scientist reported i could destroy a large part of the western seaboard and while the ICMs were being ready to knock it off course(or destroy it if neccesary)it dispersed under unknown conditions seemingly by itself and NASA is completely puzzled,to add to it somehow it wasn't seen until it was very close to Earth,and it being unknown why it wasnt picked up until then. According to experts its calculated impact point was Arcadia Oaks Ca.

Pages 9-11

Rescue,Repair and Renovate

After years of neglect ,thanks to a public fund and renewed interest the Local Drive-in theater called Forbidden Theater:The Terror from beyond fear!Is reopening,after being built in the late 40s and thriving for a long time till lower attendance due to the opening of the town cinema,it made a comeback thanks to support and new interest for movie nights in the cold night and fresh air and many daters chosing to go there.They always say theres a nice chill there at night…after some unexplained mysterious occurrences in and around town in recent years the sci-fi,mystery,monster movie craze came back with it.

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Interview with Professor Bomba

He is a scientist and artist from Danbury, Connecticut he has done quite extensive research on forests and has come up through his years of research of a theory of little people living in the forest.

Alleged Dragon sightings in Canada near Kullersen Fissures-Theories and Explantions

The pride of the W.S.P. Fireball XL5 returns to Space City base in South Pacific after interplanetary exploration mission

Genetically engineered tomato with chemically altered ranch salad dressing experiment damadges 6 city blocks!

And more!

Eyes on the sky!

Weather:Fairly frosty with a chance of snow.

Today the Forbinned Theater presents:

-The BLOB

-Forbidened Planet

-Earth vs the flying saucers

-Destination:MOON!

-Mothra vs Goodzilla

Well this is it!

MARCH 27TH!!!ALERT!!!THE GUARDIANS COME TOGETHER TO FIGHT THERE BIGGEST THREAT!!!(MORE DANGEROUS AND POWERFULL THAN PITCH!!!!)

AND THEY WONT BE ALONE!!!!

ON MARCH 27TH!!!

This is the last thing i will publish till the story arc with a prologue on 26th and the story starting on 27th this will be an event you wont want to miss with several ties to the past.(And lets be real he would win any snowman competition by a long-shot!)

It seems as though Jack will be off the naughty list for that.

And I see he likes to watch movies and have some fun while watching them.(And if it werent for him it might not even have been reopened)

Always helping his town directly or indirectly.

Who built the Giant Statue?The same who did the snowflake Formation(Wrong answears only please.)

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