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River tour of San Antonio, TX
Part 3
River tour of San Antonio, TX
Part 2
River tour of San Antonio, TX
Part 1
More backyard sunsets
Sunsets from my backyard from a couple years ago
the funniest thing in the entire pirates of the caribbean series is definitely that one scene in At World’s End where they have parlay but davy jones is part of it, and rather than have him stand in the shallows or something they get a big bucket of water and have in stand on it on shore
who thought of that idea? who thought “put davy jones in a bucket of water” and had the guts to suggest it aloud? and then who went “hey that sounds like a great idea!”
at some point someone told davy jones their idea was for him to stand in a bucket of water and he agreed to it
This is a ninjago AU I’ve been working on for months, and I finally finished designing the main cast! It’s named the cyberpunk Ninjago AU because of its cyberpunk themes and aesthetics (not in any relation to the cyberpunk games.) The ninja and a few other side characters from canon Ninjago live in a cyberpunk city named Ninjaglow (yes, pun, funny haha) where there are three main industries;
The Ring Fighters, an industry where different skilled fighters clash for rewards and fame.
Consists of Akita, Kai, Cole and Skylor (also technically Harumi and Zane, but I’ll get into that later.)
The Party Animals, are people in the party industry. They mostly consist of DJ’s and musicians, but anyone can party at the club.
Consists of Lloyd, Harumi and Morro.
The Car Racers, are.. you guessed it, part of the racing industry! In this industry skilled drivers race for rewards and fame.
Consists of Jay, Nya, Pixal and Zane.
So that’s the gist of it, but of course there’s a lot more that needs to be said about this AU, so I created a relationship chart! (Hopefully it’s not so messy that it is illegible)
Please refrain from shipping anyone in this AU unless they are explicitly lovers or have the ambiguous tag!
Now for individual ref sheets with some information about the characters!
I hope you find this AU interesting, as I plan to release more content about it when I have time! Maybe I’ll even open a Q&A for this AU one day if people are interested :]
yknow ever since people realized tumblr isnt dead and have decided to flock here from twitter and tiktok ive seen a huge influx of people in fandom spaces who dont reblog anything. at all.
like, i used to have an art blog with 340 followers. not a ton but not a small amount either given how this website works with creators. and in my experience back then even the ones who only left likes still reblogged other things or at least posted their own stuff. literally the only empty blogs were clearly bots.
but on this New art blog, i've had so many people with fandom-specific headers and icons with actual usernames as urls and some kind of title or description, but have. Nothing. no posts. all they do is like things. and it's always public, too. their following list and their likes list.
and honestly all it makes me think is that these people are New and also don't know how tumblr works. how likes don't give exposure. not even in a "oh, i know it doesn't give exposure, but i'm still going to reblog anyways" way, but in a genuine honest to god straight up doesn't realize tumblr likes don't work like twitter's.
PLEASE please if you're from tiktok or twitter or whatever please reblog people's art both fandom and original if you like it!! and maybe actually pad out your blog's content in some way so people won't potentially see you as a bot and block you.
REBLOG ARTIST'S WORK. THIS IS THE ONLY WAY THEY GET ANY ATTENTION ON THIS WEBSITE OH MY GOD. PLEASE. I BEG of you
Uhhhhh extremely short fic iggg???
Aiugdajhdakjfb I’m very bad at writing but I really want to express one of the ideas that I have for Welsjev. Sorry for the horrible wording I didn’t score very well on my IETLS writing test. Badly wrote this in class aughhh
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Another day has begun on the server as the sun shined down on Joe’s hut at the spawn area. The Hermitssissippi river, which circled around the hut, passing lazily and peacefully.
Jevin slid out of his comfy bed. Although he was a hardworking person, he did not dare to claim to be the first to be awake.
The blue slimy guy stepped out onto the porch, stretched out his shoulders comfortably, and waved to Xisuma, who was swimming in the cool blue water as a part of his morning exercise.
Jevin quickly finished his breakfast with a plate of cookies dipped in warm milk and then took a small jog alongside the riverbank, toward Welsknight’s rustic wooden house.
He stopped as he walked to the front door, picked up a small potted plant nearby to get a spare house key, allowing himself inside.
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"What is love?" The universe whispers tauntingly into the ears of those in the liminal split second between life and death.
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"Guilty," Jimmy sobs, the remnants of his broken shield still strapped to his arm as his clawed wounds sting purple and his fluttering canary heart stills, "because why do I have to love someone I'll end up dragging down with me?"
"Honest," Tango chokes out through worry and frustration, too far away to save them, teeth grit into a lopsided grin and grappling at his abruptly cold heart, "and that's better than nothing."
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"Determined." Ren croaks, eyes squinted in response to the explosion of pain breaking through his skull, blood he can't feel dripping down his head. "I would have fought them all for him if I got the chance."
"Trust." BigB gasps, fingers twitching to reach out in front of him for Ren as he watches him crumple through a shock of dizzying pain. "I would have followed him through anything, in the end."
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"A mistake!" Grian shrieks, stunned after being thrown harshly into a wall out of nowhere, one hand still tangled with the ladder he tried to climb to safety. "A mistake that I keep making!"
"Confusing," Scar yelps, slumped over his horse and clutching the reins in a white-knuckled grip of terror, forever lost in the maw of the woods, "and- and out of reach!"
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"It's togetherness, isn't it?" Joel laughs, a little hysterical, one hand clinging to Etho's arm as they burn in tandem, stuck in a feedback loop of lava and pain. "Through thick and thin."
Etho holds him back, one hand gripping the edge of a shirt with his face on it, laughing just as bittersweetly. "Well, it definitely had something to do with why I couldn't let him go to the Nether alone!"
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"Communication and care!" Bdubs shouts through a hoarse throat, aching with dog bites and the vengeful cut of an axe across the chest. "It never changed! I always loved him!"
"It was us doing our best," Impulse sighs as he sees blood well from Bdubs' mouth over Pearl's shoulder and feels like his heart has been sliced clean through with the same axe, "and it was wonderful."
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"It's still a choice," Cleo declares with a hint of laughter in her voice, ignoring the way her body tears on the treetop that couldn't cushion her fall, "and one that I can make as many times as I want!"
"Baby, don't hurt me." Martyn sings quietly in the underground nook he fell into, pangs overtaking his body and still holding a lit rocket in his launcher as he stumbles into the stone and chuckles weakly. "Stubbornness, isn't it? It all worked out eventually."
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"Forgiveness," Scott muses in the eye of a hot burst of TNT, agony to the point of numbness washing over him as he stares at Pearl through the explosion with a smile, "and freedom."
"Everything." Pearl breathes in a state of shock, the weight of being the winner, if only for the briefest second, hanging heavy over her. "It was everything."
The world explodes.
"What is love?" The universe asks at the end of the first week, in a world where ones cannot live without their others.
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"Care." Impulse replies. "Communication. Defending them with all your worth and trusting they'll do the same."
"And a clock." Bdubs adds earnestly, hanging off Impulse's arm as he places a hand over the clock he keeps by his heart like a wedding ring.
Impulse looks at him and smiles, sunny and fond and full of life. "And a clock."
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"Understanding," Tango says, rubbing an awkward hand over his upper arm, where explosion scars lay hidden beneath his sleeve, "and a willingness to work it out."
"Acceptance, I think," Jimmy offers lightly, drifting to his side and placing a warm hand on his scarred upper arm, "and unconditional support."
Tango cracks a grin, light dancing in yellow eyes. "Oh, I like the sound of that."
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"Perfect, if I do say so myself!" Ren declares brightly, wrapping an arm around BigB and drawing him close to his side as they overlook their box of a base.
"Kind," BigB says in agreement, leaning into the motion and beaming, "and everything I could've wanted."
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"Chaotic." Etho settles on, laughter thick in his voice.
"I think you mean fun," Joel retorts, resting his elbow on his shoulder with a cheeky grin, "and mutually beneficial."
"Or mutually detrimental," Etho corrects him with a snicker, shrugging his arm off, "but we're stuck together, either way."
Joel chuckles, nudging Etho's side a little too hard and feeling the pinch in his own. "Isn't that part of the fun?"
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"Difficult." Grian huffs as treks through the woodland with his hand tight around Scar's, before dropping to a gentler mumur. "Unbelievable and very, very difficult."
"Overrated!" Scar laughs, but he silences and softens as Grian steadies him when he trips over nothing. They continue walking, and he confesses to himself, under his breath and carefully hopeful. "Laughter, warmth and loyalty, in that order."
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"A choice." Cleo insists sourly, folding her arms over her chest, steadfast in her decision and thrumming with a stranger's pain. "A bond built on something real, and not expectation."
"Free." Scott muses simply from beside her, looking up at the sky and scorning the asker.
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"A load of nonsense, that's what it is!" Martyn complains as he storms off alone, bitter and self-righteous, knuckles bruised and aching from his own fists. He falters in his march with a grimace, rubbing at his chest, where it feels like something is missing, and he adds, quieter, "...and painful."
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Pearl doesn't answer for a long moment. She stares after Martyn's retreating back, at where Scott once stood, and then down at her hands.
Finally, she sighs as her vision wobbles, and she whispers, tentative and fragile, "I wouldn't know."
All the winners of the life series so far: Congratulations Pearl!
It all thundered in Tango’s head over and over like waves crashing against the rocks in a storm. The crops. The empty pen. The teasing. The fire. The fire. Scar running away, lighter still lit. The fire.
He was vaguely aware of Jimmy thanking everyone who came to help out out the ranch. He kept yelling over him, only to be gently pushed back. He felt bad, but he had to scream. He had to.
Jimmy’s hands were cool on his face, on his neck and arms. Everyone was gone. They were back in the ruins of The Ranch. Jimmy was pushing Tango into the middle of the floor, and dumped a bucket of water on his head.
“Ah!”
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Tango blinked through the water and shook his head like a dog. Jimmy was pacing back and forth in front of him, holding his hands. “I had to put you out- you were burning!”
Tango noticed Jimmy’s hands, which were a blistering red. “Oh no. Jimmy, did I burn you?” Curse his fire-born background. He took Jimmy’s hands and examined them. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. You’re just mad, is all. I get it! We will get revenge!” Jimmy spoke grandly, but grimaced when he moved his hands.
“Here, put some snow on the burns.” Tango said, getting some from a chest. “It’ll soothe it. I’m going to go chop some wood. Yeah, chop some wood.”
“I mean, could it wait until tomorrow?” Jimmy looked anxious. “Tango, I know you’re feeling rash and upset and I am too, but we need to plan! We need to rebuild!”
Tango had to calm his heartbeat, because it was Jimmy’s too, and if this was going to happen he needed to calm down just enough.
Tango took some deep breaths. “Yes. I agree. Planning. Scar is a lot smarter then he acts. I’m going to go chop some wood, I mean it. It’s relaxing for me. I promise I won’t go looking for Scar. I promise.”
Their heartbeats were slowing down. Jimmy physically relaxed, almost going limp. “Okay. Go on then. See you later.” He stumbled to bed and just sat there. The wind came through one of the many holes in the house and ruffled his hair.
Tango grabbed his axe and walked over to Jimmy. “Hey Jim?”
“Yeah?” Jimmy looked up at him with those lovely blue eyes.
“Love you.” He leaned down and kissed Jimmy on the forehead.
“Love you too.” Jimmy smiled.
And yes, it wasn’t Scar’s that Tango went to. But it wasn’t the forest, either. Tango tripped his way down the ravine Impulse had once shown him, a crude set of stairs illuminating his true path. It was evening, it was quiet out. He had very little time left, Tango knew that, so he went as fast as he could.
He fell into the ancient city through a hole in the ceiling. It hurt- Jimmy would be concerned.
A shriek. Then darkness.
Strike one.
He ran through the city, and his footsteps should have echoed back to him like thunderous applause, but it all got absorbed by the blue and black.
But still, a shriek. Then darkness.
Strike two.
“Come on out and face me, motherfucker!” Tango screamed, standing in front of the enchanter, spreading his arms wide.
A shriek. Then darkness. Then, a horrible, wet, explosion from right in front of him.
Strike three.
And there it was. The warden, keeper of the ancient city, towered above him. Tango’s heart pounded, and yet he couldn’t stop smiling. It was a terrible, horrible grimace that kept him from running, but a smile nonetheless.
The warden stood there, looking down at Tango, and for one moment, there was dead silence. A man and a monster, equals in seeking out what it must do. And then the warden pulled its head back and screamed, and Tango screamed too.
And then, Tango was awake. And it felt so fucking good. He was tangled with Jimmy in the tiny bed they had always shared, where they whispered about the future together. But the future was gone- the future was now. Tango stood up in the still-charred ruins of The Ranch, pulling Jimmy up with him. Jimmy’s eyes were as red as Tango’s now, and a painfully wide smile cracked the skin of his face.
“I think it’s time to go hunting, my dear.” Tango whispered. Their communicators were going off, and Tango already knew what they said. Run Scar. Run.
“I can’t help but agree.” Jimmy grabbed two swords, and tossed one to Tango. “Finally. God. Finally.”
The two ran, swords out and murder thundering in their veins. The forest burst into fire around them, as Tango, his whole body alive with flames that clawed the air five feet above him, ran past the trees. Tango blew his horn, and Jimmy followed suit, and now it wasn't something to be ignored. Now, the cry of their horns were a hunting call that needed no answer.