Here you go my lovely Arven fans!! A colored Arven!! Please ignore my slipped up anatomy and god awful coloring I NEVER do this for a reason… but I hope you guys like him and his shiny baby I gave him!!!
I did have a background version with this!! I’m not sure if I like it though.. but I’ll put it below
(Average Metropolis reader after investigative reporter C. Kent's 452nd article on yet another case of landlords/business owners/factories' continued use of lead pipes/paint/gas/glass knowingly exposing the public to dangerously toxic lead levels) what the fuck happened to this guy
One day Bruce Wayne mentions in an interview that heroes like Superman are overrated, as the most effective way to reduce crime is to provide public resources and improve local infrastructure, then cites how neighboring city Metropolis has effectively lowered their violent crime by 13% after addressing their outdated water system and investing low income housing. the reporter conducting the interview suddenly starts looking a little uncomfortable
"Who, Clark Kent? Yeah, we're pretty sure he's a Meta. Is he a superhero? Like what, "Lead-detector guy"? "Captain pipes?" Don't get me wrong, he's a great guy and it's a handy trick, but it's lead detection, not laser vision. He's not about to go running around in tights any time soon."
everyone assumes that kent is so squirrely around superheros because he’s just desperately hoping not to be conscripted to the JLA to fix their plumbing
The Discord has created an atla Time Travel story. Basically the Gaang and a few others from about 10 years post-canon get yeeted back to episode 1-2 of the series.
Everyone is sent across the world to wherever their past self was, landing basically on top of them and baffling everyone.
The movie's events have no relevance on this and also we're going with some of my headcanons/ships/etc.
So have screenshots:
Okay that's were we're at so far mostly!
Except!
We also have a tangential AU where it's Korra and her friends but I hit the image limit so that's gonna be a reblog instead
Just started rereading tcf again and this line when Cale is first meeting caught my attention, because what do you mean Cale liked the idea that his new family was going to treat him like a stranger, what do you mean Cale had assumed he was going to quietly lived alone.
You mean as if he was used to being alone.
You mean as if anytime he loved someone they died so he was forced to live alone and this new family treating with apathy meant that they wouldn't die like all his old families.
I don’t think I’ve talked much about this, but I LOVE UCN and the idea of it (lore wise, it’s a pretty awesome game but it’s ver difficult for me lol)
Like the idea that it’s the ghosts little resting space where they can just rest and enjoy their afterlife together, and like it’s kind of their own secret little club.
But also like, the way the way it works (as I see it)
Instead of Afton choosing the souls that torture him each night, (because be fr he would choose the easiest animatronics to haunt him) I feel as though the selection screen more represents how the souls can just come and go if they feel like torturing their killer every once in a while. And plus they made it so there were soulless animatronics that were always there to still haunt him.
Also I like the idea that instead of Afton just learning how to deal with the animatronics over time and just breezing through the game, similar to how the player learns tactics to make it easier for them, the souls like erase Afton’s memories and skills in the Nightguard office so the scares are always real and hurt.
And plus, I haven’t seen anyone talk about this yet, but the hell itself has aspects of all the characters in it, and not just in the characters who can scare. Like I know that UCN was originally Cassidy’s idea, but I don’t think it’s all her.
Since UCN takes place after FNAF 6 when all of the souls have been released, all of the souls are a part of it. So like, Mike is obviously not an animatronic who can kill you, because that’s not him, he doesn’t want to get back at his father by killing him over and over again, he already got that satisfaction. No. The part of UCN he worked on/made is the office itself. He wanted his father to go through the years of torture that he did in those offices, he wanted his father to feel his pain.
And Cassidy obviously made the idea of the everlasting hell, but I feel as though she probably just wanted him to sit in pain forever or something like that. But Charlie made sure that the souls can get their justice and gain closure through also participating in scaring Afton.
And Henry, his whole thing was he wanted to let the souls rest and finally be free. So, he runs the calm place, the place where the souls can rest and be calm and soothed, aka the Old Man Consequences lake.
I just love so much how every aspect of UCN has a different soul in it, like you can tell how they worked together to create something that everyone who was harmed by Afton could get closure from it. AUGHHHHHHHHH
a few months ago my friend called me and told me she was moving back up near me from 7 hours south in the middle of nowhere and asked if i would help her because she couldn’t move the furniture by herself and the town was so small there was no moving company (there were actually only 5 or six businesses in the whole town including both restaurants) and she had no one else down there to ask.
And even though money is pretty tight for her, she told me I could name my price if I would help her, because it was so far away.
I told her she was a dummy for thinking i would take her money but that i would accept the traditional helping-a-friend-move price: a meal (i know she would feel wrong about herself if she didn’t do something for me in return, that’s just how she is) Tradition suggests pizza and beer, we opted for enchiladas and a margarita.
we crashed on the floor of the empty place and left back north in the morning - when we got back to the city three more friends met us at her storage place (the place she was moving into wouldn’t be vacant for a couple months) and we started to move all her stuff up to a storage room on the THIRD FLOOR (because large city storage places be like that)
we had just taken the first box out of the truck when the (only) lady working there walked by and told us they closed in an hour and twenty minutes, and she couldn’t stay even a little late because she had to get to her other job.
One hour twenty minutes. To completely un-jenga a large uhaul and re-tetris it back into a similar sized room on the third floor.
We all just, shared a look, took off hoodies, and got the fuck down to business.
It was actually.. I still cherish look we passed around. The tiny eyebrow quirks and chin nods. The eye glints. The bigger breath we each took as we prepared to kick it up several gears. That moment of wordless connection, when we all just silently agreed that we were damn well going to do the impossible and didn’t even waste the time it would take to say anything, just got to it.
And we did it too. Finished with exactly two full minutes to spare. And then we all went for dinner and drinks to celebrate. And my friend’s friends that came to help? Two of them were acquaintances/friends of mine already. Like I lived with one for a year a decade ago sort of thing. But this experience? Brought us all closer. Made myself a new friend too.
And the friend i helped move? She and I are closer than ever because of it.
When i left our storage success diner to go home, she asked me again if I was sure i wouldn’t take any money.
I said “I ever tell you when I was 22 I went down to Hollywood to try that scene out? Anyway ten months later, when I just couldn’t do it anymore, and needed to come back, I called one of my best friends and said i can’t do this anymore i need to come back.
You know what he said? He said: I’ll be there tomorrow. Not how much will you pay me, not what do i get out of it, not will you be able to cover my gas, just: I’ll be there tomorrow. Okay? You’re my friend. If you need help, I’m going to be there”
If helping someone move ruins your friendship, you’re doing at least one of those two things very wrong.
Hey hey, as a librarian, can I just say don’t pace yourself at the library. I get a lot of customers saying “oh I shouldn’t get too many books out at once” but like you should!!!! Max out your card, take everything we have on a subject you’re interested in, make a book fort in your home. We love that shit! It doesn’t matter if you read them or not; just take them for an adventure and bring them back whenever they’re due!
For public libraries, one of the ways we secure funding year to year is lending. Governments don’t want to fund more books if they’re not being used and the way we measure use is by issues. Regardless of whether you read it or not, whether you have it for a day or a month, if you issue it to your library card, we get the stats! It makes the library look good!
Help your local library; get books out even if you know you can’t read them all!
So I just simultaneously did, and possibly didn't lose my job today :)
Very much did in the sense that I literally do not know where my job is at the moment. But, for the time being I haven't been let go because nobody else including the store owner knows where it is either.
So, I don't wanna risk doxxing myself by posting pictures but goddamn am I tempted because this is not a believable event. This is a cartoon problem. For looneytoons.
But yeah, so, I work(ed?) at a kiosk selling boba tea, right? Freestanding kiosk in the mall with full water and electrical hookups and multiple fridges and sinks and a mini kitchen and the works. Fully functional tea shop. Very important to note that it was there last night, The work chat was discussing another issue last night at closing time. I'll get back to this.
It's been showing signs of being on the way out with how business is being handled lately and I've been considering other options, which is probably why I'm not as torn up about this as I should be, but maybe it just hasn't set in yet, but that's not the point. The point is there's been a lot of shit breaking and not being replaced and nobody mentioning anything about it until I walk into work in the morning and have to figure out why shit like the fucking cash register isn't there today. So I'm kinda used to having to ask questions about big things that nobody bothered to update me on. I was out for two weeks recovering from a surgery, so I came to work this morning assuming there'd be some kind of bullshit, yeah?
So, the question I had to ask the chat this morning was:
Not a text I ever thought I'd have to send in sincerity, but there it is. Because what I found instead was a fenced off patch of discolored tiles and a few holes in the floor where my entire place of employment used to be.
And the answer? Nobody knows! It was there last night when the mall closed, and every single trace of the structure and all its contents including drink making supplies and our safe and cashbox was gone when it opened again. And when I say nobody knows, I mean everyone from last night's closers to the actual (former?) owner of the store jad no fucking clue about this until getting that text from me this morning. For once I am actually the first to know. 🎉.
So. I guess I didn't so much lose my job as had it stolen. Not by AI, but good old fashioned hands-on human beings picking it up and carrying it away somehow. All mall security would tell me was that they were instructed not to tell me anything and have us contact our management. Who also don't know anything. And later on I came across some construction workers around the gravesite of the kiosk discussing filling in the holes, asked them about it, and was told that they "weren't at liberty to say".
So, not only is my job gone in the most literal physical sense of the word, but it was taken in some kind of super secret kiosk extraction in the dead of night without any warning or witnesses and nobody is allowed to speak of it. The store owner said she was gonna figure it out 10 hours ago and still no word back.
I don't know what else to say aside from I've been laughing all day and I'm gonna have a hell of a time explaining Schrodinger's Unemployment to the benefits office.
Update that is not an update because I'm basically certain this isn't what actually happened:
My mother in law thinks the FBI took it.
Not any of the other stores around the state. Just the one little kiosk.
Why? Because she loves a conspiracy and is just a little bit extra.
Also because she was around for the massive crackdown on Yakuza-owned businesses in Waikiki (in her homestate) that did actually involve the FBI seizing stores (no confirmation of making kiosks cleanly disappear in the middle of the night though).
Still no word from my job on what's actually going on, but the most likely theory so far is that maybe the kiosk was on lease and got repossessed? The mystery continues
(also shout out to the person who proposed Carmen Sandiego)
According to the owner, based on what she's been able to find out, the kiosk was not removed legally and they're starting a potentially long process of legal action. I hope she gets to sue the shit out of whoever did it but for now at least I know for sure I'm unemployed.
Really hoping for more details in terms of who/why/how, so I'll keep updating if I learn anything.
For now the summary is: An unnamed entity that is most likely mall management (on account of mall security cooperating with them) stole an entire kiosk and all the contents including money and machinery with barely a trace in the middle of the night grinch-style, with zero warning or explanation, and ensured the silence of both security and the construction crew, in an action that was definitely preplanned and illegal, and as far as I know nobody knows its whereabouts.
So now I'm officially out of a job. Because my workplace was literally stolen in the night.
Actually fuck it let's share some photos cause I wouldn't be inclined to believe this myself. It's not like anyone can stalk me at my job now and I'm not gonna have to see any coworkers that might find my tumblr.
Enjoy the unintentionally funniest text I've ever sent in my life
Aaand a close-up:
The last remains of a once Very Much Solid And Immobile Workplace
So, I was working in a lab, right? My job in the lab was preparing a pure, concentrated enough sample of virus. This is tricky since, y'know, viruses require hosts to replicate, but you then need to get the host cells (and the pieces of the host cells that died!) out of the sample while still keeping the viruses. Once I'd finished and the samples had been sent to the database for analysis as well as a second one sent to be frozen for future reference, there was still some left over that needed to be disposed of.
I, knowing that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, waited carefully for the lab director to be deep in conversation with someone else on the other side of the laboratory. And then I took my chance.
Test tubes, as it turns out, are really bad as shot glasses. Their shape turns any liquid inside into a stream, so you really can't knock it back quickly - it takes a couple seconds. Additionally, the best way I can describe the taste of virus concentrate was "sterile rot". A very unique kind of bad! Made worse by the test tube's inefficiency as a shot glass.
(by the way we were studying bacteriophages, not animal viruses. these viruses are too specialized on attacking prokaryotes to even recognize our cells as targets at all, according to studies.)
(but also like. if the viruses managed to successfully switch hosts and killed me with a violent infection, itd still be worth it.)
Transcribing as much of the World Economy News Paper as I can so that you don't have to
Or, at least, the important/prominent articles in this shot shared by OPLA visual artist Randy Troy:
As a disclaimer: did the best I could. Still some words that are a bit too blurry, so excuse the occasional ellipses or guesswork—most of it's pretty clear with context otherwise. Putting the transcriptions below the cut.
Famous East Blue Pet Shop Reopens
By: Iyan’eno Chinode - February
Following a scourge of piracy that left Orange Town in tatters by Buggy the Clown, CHOU-CHOU’S PET SHOP has […] reopened in memory of the late Hocker, who previously manned the shop before his passing.
[Named?] as a popular tourist and commerce destination for pet owners and lovers alike, Mayor Boodle had this to say to the [WEJ?], “We are still very much rebuilding in the wake of a terrible tragedy, but I am just floored by the town’s commitment to get this shop back up and running. And of course, little Chou Chou is happy now,” the Mayor said, praising the eponymous canine.
The town has plans to erect a statue in honor of the terrier […], and local bookstore owner Poro […] that they’re planning several additional expansions to the shop and expect construction to last roughly two years.
They’re reportedly considering putting a […] on the […] of Chou-Chou as well! We later asked Mayor Boodle about the significance of the accessory, but the Mayor declined to answer.
Alabasta Royal Army Switches Sides!
Alabasta Kingdom Rebellion for Change! Sandy Island, Paradise, The Grandline
Civilian-led Rebellion Gains The Advantage
By: Big News Morgans
The tides are turning in Alabasta, as thousands of royal soldiers switch sides to join the rebellion. Our boots on the ground suggest that roughly half of King Nefertari Cobra’s personal forces resigned their posts this week in favor of the civilian-led rebellion.
Originally, the King’s army was able to keep the rebels contained. Still, now, with the Royal Army divided, the tide has turned in favor of the newly bolstered Rebel Army led by the regent of Yuba’s militant son, Koza, who refused to comment on this developing story.
Once known as a benevolent and fair ruler, Nefertari Cobra has been steadily losing the faith of his people for the better part of two years. Okome [/Okame], a resident of Alubarna, had this to say about the ongoing situation, “The King has lost his mind after the princess disappeared.
Nothing has been the same since!” Referring to the disappearance of Princess Nefertari Vivi now exactly two years ago. Amidst a cacophony of conspiracy theories, collusion has long been suspected as the Princess conveniently flew the coop around the same time as the Nanohana Incident, which started the accusations that Nefertari Cobra was allegedly importing and abusing the long-banned crop, “Dance Powder,” to steal rain clouds from neighboring areas to favor His palace.
A member of Koza’s camp, Falafra [/Farafra], doubled down on these accusations, saying that a relative was present during the Nanohana Incident two years ago, igniting his flame to join the Rebel Army. Falafra ended his comment with, “We will end this drought by any means necessary.”
When asked to comment, the acting captain of the Alabasta Royal Guard, Chaka, has this to say, “As my King always says, ‘A country is its people,’ and he has never had anything but their best interests in mind.
We hope that Koza will accept our invitation for an audience with His Majesty to resolve this swiftly and amicably.” However, the consensus on the other side is that no audience is necessary.
Rather, the people are intent on having the King answer for his crimes and are determined to demonstrate that they are, in fact, the country. Division is simple math, so if you’re looking to hedge any bets, this bird wouldn’t bet on a snake.
[Above section repeats twice with some slightly different wording: more use of “rebellion” rather than Rebel Army; 300,000 personal guard troops resigning rather than vague “thousands”].
All searches have returned negative, and the organization operating this hunt is said to dissolve this month. The King’s actions following her disappearance have been nothing short of suspicious, having had multiple chances to halt the rumor mill, but instead, conveniently choosing to avoid the simple question, “When was the last time you saw your daughter?” The Royal Guard generally refrains from commenting as well, likely mandated to follow the King’s sordid intent to keep this scandal alive.
If foul play, as suspected, occurred, the statute of finding clues to Nefertari Vivi’s whereabouts has long expired. Not that we should expect Nefertari Cobra, of all people, to be amenable to the World Government snooping around his lofty palace in Alubarna. He’s clearly too busy pushing back the ongoing rebellion in his country. However, if certain rumors are true, Alabasta’s corrupt king may not be holding on to his advantage for much longer.
Iceburg of Water 7 Voted Grand Line’s Favorite Mayor
By: Iyan’eno Chinode - February
The World Economy News Paper recently held our […] poll for your favorite mayor in the Grand Line, and the results are in!
To […] no one’s surprise, the President of the Galley-La Corporation and Water Seven’s very own, Mayor Iceburg, has won for the fifth year in a row! When asked for a comment, Iceburg turned to our boots on the ground and said, “Oh, hello, I’m not here today,” before disappearing into his estate. Later, his secretary, Kalifa, stepped out to say, “The mayor is humbled and honored by the admiration not only in Water Seven but across the sea as well.
Thank you.” A celebration in his honor was held last night at Liguria Plaza where Iceburg made a brief and rare appearance to purchase some Mizu Mizu Meat for all the attendees! We love you, Iceburg!
Crimin and Doskoi Panda Rivalry Heats Up!
By: Iyan’eno Chinode
In every major city up and down the Grand Line and across the blues, the question on the street is, “Who are you wearing?” Well, at least, if I’m the one asking!
High-end fashion giant Doskoi Panda might be in trouble because Criminal Brand is not only making waves across the seas, it’s coming for the crown!
Aside from Crimin beating Doskoi Panda in key battleground categories such as affordability, comfort, and unique styling, Crimin is effortlessly dominating the zeitgeist by providing the most important certification of all. Confidence! And part of that has to be due to how grassroots Crimin has been, to the point were no one has ever seen nor heard from the mysterious founder and designer, Monsieur Pappagu.
It’s said that his [sole focus?] is the art, which is far more than can be said for newcomer brand, Cyber Panda.
At first, I believed Cyber Panda was just Doskoi trying to compete with Crimin by rebranding into an affordable market, but turns out their prices are outrageous!
And despite both having Panda in the name, they’re not even affiliated with Doskoi at all! Or so they say… Either way, my mind hasn’t changed. “Quality markets itself,” and Crimin, having done basically none, has found its audience.
Let’s just hope Monsieur Pappagu knowns how to stay grounded!
Jewelry Bonney Leaves a Trail of Injured Seniors and Children
Another New Menace In The South Blue
By: Big News Morgans - February
Another gluttonous menace has shown up in the South Blue with little to no regard for the Pangea Government’s laws protecting women, children, and seniors from […] pirate attacks.
Suspected to hail from the Kingdom of Sorbet, recent reports from Tumi and Baterilla have Jewelry Bonney […] as almost exclusively targeting retirees and toddlers any chance she gets.
With that said, if you reside in South Blue, this is your formal warning to hide your young and elderly in an attempt to […], or at the very least, […] down this psychopath’s spree.
With Jewelry Bonney’s current rampage and all of the recent civilian casualties by the Kidd Pirates, it would seem as though the South Blue can not catch a break as of late.
The World Economic News Paper shares our […] for those affected by the tragedies in the South Blue.
*Barbara Troy is the late mother of OPLA visual artist Randy Troy. This article is in remembrance of her, and contains some interesting Water 7 tidbits.
Water 7 Celebrates Local Hero: Barbara Troy
Big-Hearted Bartender Leaves Lasting Legacy.
By: […]
Mugs are in the air in Blueno’s Bar in Water 7 as the city remember one of its most colorful mainstays, Barbara Troy.
The former owner and operator of Barbara’s Bar has transitioned into the next stage of life at just [73? 75?] years young. She is survived by her loving son, Randy, daughter-in-law, Chrissy, and grandson, Mars. To the people of Water 7, she was a local hero who dedicated her life to the service of others, always putting their needs ahead of her own.
Most notably by keeping everyone hydrated during Aqua Laguna preparations, leading rescue efforts, and by setting up various charities for those affected by the storms each and every year for over fifty years. Barbara notably sacrificed her left leg three decades ago, helping a family get to higher ground, and when doctors told her she’d never walk again, Barbara said, “Watch me.”
With the help of dock workers pitching in and crafting a new prosthetic leg for Mrs. Troy, she was back on the front lines during the storm the following year and every year after, never retiring. Even after selling her world-famous […] four years ago to her former employee, Blueno, she […].
Barbara Troy was a selfless and luminous presence, hard to […], harder to forget, […] and funny, […] would always go the extra mile for a laugh, but more than all of these things, she was kind.
Barbara Troy will be missed, and her son, Randy, had this to say, “Mom defied the impossible to make sure that we knew anything was possible. She’s an everlasting inspiration, and I’m just thankful to have had the time that I had with her.
Thank you, Mom.” Her former employee turned employer, Blueno, said, “When I […] to the city, I only had the shirt on my back. Barbara took me in, knowing nothing about me. She gave me a job, a career.
I’ll always be thankful. In celebration of her, I’m putting her old “Barbara’s Bar” signage back out front all weekend.” Stop by Blueno’s Bar this weekend for a celebration of Barbara Troy’s life.