#Eyeball Chambers

[lachambers-central]

STAND BY ME as THAT 70s SHOW pt. 1

Gordie

Chris

Teddy

Vern

Eyeball

Charlie

Mr. Lachance @ Denny

#I accidentally posted on main and had to redo it here #life is suffering #stand by meme #stand by me #stand by me 1986 #gordie lachance #chris chambers #teddy duchamp #vern tessio #eyeball chambers #Denny Lachance #mr Lachance #Charlie hogan

[midnightwitch92]

#stephen king #vote #ace merrill #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #eyeball chambers #Chris Hargensen #billy nolan

[hitchell-mope]

Very depressing movie. Decent. But depressing.

#stand by me #gordie lachance #chris chambers #vern tessio #teddy duchamp #ace merrill #eyeball chambers #denny lachance

[adharafirenze]

This scene always confuses me- like why doesn’t Gordie just kick Ace in the stomach or even in the arse? Gordie is literally right behind Ace-

#gordie lachance #ace merrill #Gordie is such a loser #poor Chris #chris chambers #if Gordie kicked him in the stomach Ace would be winded #then they could run away #Eyeball would be distracted with looking after Ace

[billynoelan]

Без слов. Это канон. X)

#stand by me #stand by me 1986 #movies #the body #eyeball #ace merrill #stephen king #mems #horror books #chris chambers #richard chamberlain #eyeballs

[viovio]

thinkin about cooking. specifically human meat

#how far would vincent consider having to adjust to eating it before the dehumanization kicks him in the balls #well the chamber fucked him up a lot on that and i read somewhere that the voiceline in scary human heads #i love my martinis and cant live without them ←already know from the stage art and potg4 that its dracos recipe #pigsblood martini. plus an eyeball so they said he puts human remains in it #i mean myers did say they had to eat but consuming it works as well id imagine! its rly interesting #i wonder how vincent would think about eating the meat if it was cooked and prepared like usual food #thinking of making a comic just of draco prepping and cooking dinuguan while the wiki excerpt is the text over a few panels #its not animalistic compared to say. eating cold bloody scraps your captors throw at you for survival #god. godddd #also a butlers place at the table is they probably let him eat with them right. right? #victorrr also i hc they eat the same meals at least. whether or not vincent sticks to drinks #i think he does that man is tired of chewing #like even with sectioned off different meats for the same meal itd be just like a different food diet for one person #y'know? #i am simply fascinated. not confident or good in my writing but draco makes dinuguan is a drabble in my notes

[vaidyanamah]

Anatomy of Eye | नेत्र रचना शारीर : An overview

Anatomy of Eye | नेत्र रचना शारीर : An overview

Eye, the organ of sight is almost spherical in shape with a diameter of about 2.5 cm. In order to understand the diseases and conditions occurring in one’s eye, one must know the Anatomy of eye. नेत्र शारीर:- विद्याद् द्व्यङ्गुलबाहुल्यं स्वाङ्गुष्ठोदरसम्मितम् ।द्व्यङ्गुलं सर्वतः सार्द्धं भिषङ्नयनबुदबुदम् । सुवृत्तं गोस्तनाकारं सर्वभूतगुणोद्भवम् ॥ (सु.उ. 1/10-11) नयनबुद्बुद (अक्षिगोलक को अपने…

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#Anatomy of Eye #Anatomy of Eye in Ayurveda #Anatomy of Eye in hindi #Anatomy of Eye shalakya Tantra #Anatomy of Eye vaidyanamah #Anatomy of eyes #Anatomy of human eye #Aqueous Humour #Arteries of eye #Chambers of eye #Choroid #Ciliary Body #Conjunctiva #Eye anatomy #Eyeball anatomy #Fovea centralis #Human eye anatomy #Inner coat of eyeball #Iris #Layers of eye #Lens of eye #Lymphatic drainage of eye #Lymphatic system of eye #Macula lutea #Mandala #Middle coat of eyeball #Modern anatomy of Eye #Muscles of eye #Netra dhamni #Netra drushti vichara

[sebastianswallows]

Dreamed of you

— PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha x F!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: A Bene Gesserit sister is sent to kill Feyd. She hesitates as she watches him sleep, all the way until he wakes up and catches her.

— WARNINGS: none, just reader simping for one cute boy

— WORDCOUNT: 1k

— A/N: First of all, this isn't necessarily movie!Feyd, it's more based on the books, but I love him in all his forms. I wrote this in a bout of madness this evening, and it's just a love letter to how beautiful and soft and sad Feyd canonically is. That is all.

A shadow in the corner moved. The door shut behind her with a hiss. Outside, the chanting of his name resounded like a distant wave. Feyd. A myriad of emotions raged inside the way that sylphic syllable was said. So mangled and intense were they that she could hardly tell, even after weeks of being on Giedi Prime, if the feeling in their voices was that of fear, or love.

He had won another battle in the arena tonight. Half-fight, half-play, all a spectacle of violence kept elegant and grim with the flourished motions of his blades in inky black and white. The celebrations were kept modest afterwards. This was no birthday.

His chambers smelled of sweet sweat and bitter blood. It filled her lungs as soon as she stepped in. He slept now, quietly, in a surprisingly small bed. As she approached him, dagger in hand, she realised it was not so small — he just took little space on it.

He slept huddled to one side, his body curled within the black sheets as if he were in a womb.

The na-Baron was an arresting sight, like a work of art left interrupted. His marble-white arms hugged a pillow to his chest, and from beneath a curve of silk draped over him, the corner of a knee peeked through. The soft line of his eyes revealed a dour bend in sleep, delicate dark lashes resting like butterfly wings on his cheeks. His full lips, decadent and lustful, were pulled into a pout. She wondered what he was dreaming of.

Beneath this impressive amalgam of his features, from the dainty to the sultry to the broad shoulders and strong arms, he was just a little boy. Motherless and far from home, preyed on by his uncle, worshipped by a distant crowd. Useless, now that the Atreides line had ended and a child had been secured from him by Lady Fenring.

The Kwisatz Haderach would have to be reached through other means, and from a bloodline less volatile than that of the Harkonnens. They had proved uncooperative, hostile — the Baron, his nephews, even Lady Jessica. Born to be an asset, they made themselves a threat. That was why Feyd-Rautha had to die.

She stood over his black bed.

The guards outside were dealt with, the courtiers were asleep, and the drunk and maddened crowd outside would not realise what happened until it was too late. This was the result of years of planning, months of preparation, and weeks spent on that polluted planet pretending to be one of the new interrogation trainers.

Torturing was not her forté, but there were worse fates than cutting men’s tendons clean or gouging out their eyeballs. All the “noble” prisoners were already long dead before she got there. Failed Harkonnens was all that was left. And all men bled the same.

She stood over his black bed with a knife.

“He must die,” she thought to herself, an angry frown blooming on her brow. Her body was already rebelling. “The Reverend Mother demands it. He must die.”

She stood over his black bed with a knife. And faltered.

The blade shone silver in the low electric light, hanging like a teardrop from her fist. Her body refused to move.

Should she really kill him now? Perhaps she should wait for him to turn on his back. What would it hurt to look at him a second more, just another, and another…? He was a good fighter, no matter the arrangements of the arena. Would it not be ignoble to slay him this way? Generations of genetic planning had culminated in him, and to let it all go now...

Her mind’s motions, the fleshy resistance, it all came to nothing in an instant, blown away like snowflakes on the sand. There was a change in the air all around them, a stillness where unconsciousness was before, a presence, like a horn blown through a storm in the lighthouses of old, sounds swallowed by sounds, an impact of cells in the air blooming into a single point of light. Feyd-Rautha opened his eyes.

She only caught the hint of an impish smile before she backed away as quickly as an indrawn breath. Her back hit the door and her hand scrambled for the handle, but he was upon her with the same speed he applied in his gladiatorial fights.

How could she have missed the signs that he had woken? Had his breathing even changed?

“Got you now,” he purred against her cheek, “Bene Gesserit.”

She bit back a scream, her skull pressed against the metal door, and with clenched teeth, she began a sharp command — the Voice. But her anger overwhelmed her and Feyd’s lips swallowed the words she hadn’t even finished speaking.

“Let me g—”

He kissed her like a lover. There was a passion in him that his ostentations of brutality had not yet killed and she found herself moaning, instinctively pleased with the full and masculine presence that swallowed her being — as if it wasn’t a murderer who had caught her just now.

His breathing was steady, as if he had planned all of that. From beyond the thick folds of her dress, she could feel his naked flesh. They clung to him, her clothes, as if they wanted to embrace him. His left hand held her fist, the blade trapped within their entangled grip. The other held her jaw, tilting her face high enough for his lips.

“I knew you’d come,” he breathed, pausing to rest his mouth on hers. She could taste ink on her tongue — the final traces from the coating on his teeth. “I dreamed of you.”

So that was how he knew. That was why he pouted in his sleep.

“Will you kill me?” he whispered.

She could feel it on her cheeks when that boyish smile of his grew.

“I have to,” she said, and her own voice betrayed her, sounding terribly broken.

“Try,” Feyd grinned.

#Feyd-Rautha #Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen #Feyd-Rautha x reader #Feyd x reader #Dune #Dune part 2 #Feyd oneshot #Dune imagine #Feyd-Rautha imagine #sswallow;fanfics #sswallow;made a thing #can't remember the last time I wrote something so short #I just really wanted to get it done tonight #I love him so much I'm unwell #Feyd #feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd x reader #feyd rautha #feyd rautha imagine

[lachambers-central]

STAND BY ME as THAT 70s SHOW pt. 2

Eyeball @ Chris

Billy

The Gang every time someone meets Teddy

The Gang describing their adventure

Gordie

Ace @ the Cobras

#stand by meme #stand by me #gordie lachance #stand by me 1986 #chris chambers #ace merrill #billy tessio #the tree house gang #eyeball chambers #teddy duchamp

[cryptic-michael]

If anyone's been reading or keeping up with the Mary Merrill thoughts (and spamming of the ask box of @hypocriticaltypwriter thank her for putting up with my ass yall)

Then I'm sure everyone so so eager to see a rough idea of what she looks like!

Sadly, I am limited in my abilities to draw....however, EVERYONE PRAISE THE FACEAPP! FOR BABYGIRL WE HAVE OURSELF A MARY!!!

Ta~Daaa🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 the magic of this man shaving, makeup, and all~

Now granted, with this (the faceapp) it changed the gender to female, and its limited and whatever, buuut...the overall idea is there! Since technically Mary is a girl, it's Ace dressed as a girl, and Mary identifies as a girl(and a problem-)

She's so sweet and adorable, but for extra reference Mary would have her makeup done up differently but PLEASE Consider that her hair is like Jayne Mansfield.

Mary~ even does that makeup on ocassion I bet but rarely. (She likes a diffrent slightly softer look to some small degree, I'll make mkre on another post!)

Bonus! Mary-Ace convince richard o get dolled up for some practice and he eats it the FUCK up! Man is feeling himself with the hair and makeup and all and is FEELING IT!!!

She's giving~ 1940-50s singer vibes on stage wirh a dark dress~💖💖💖💖 (she reminds me of a singer is what I'm getting at)

Now again man's would be feeling it.

"I'd sleep with me, I'd flirt, I mean DAMN! I look good~ no wonder you do this pamper dress up shit I feel unstoppable! Look at this~"

That's the mood of Richard while Mary sits in disbelief that he's so comfortable and easy in heels when she's stuck stumbling still and is just mad at him afterwords becuse how dare he be better than her.

Also I made a Mary blog! @mary-ace-merrill is a cute fun rp ask blog I run!!

That's all I got for now, stay tuned for more!!

Tags for Mary thoughts: @hesawifebeaterdanusethegun @misslavenderlady (others I'm sure but you two eat this shit UP)

#ahhh i hope yall enjoy! #stand by me #stand by me ace #ace merrill #mary merrill #ace headcanons #richard eyeball #eyeball chambers #genderfluid ace

[midnightwitch92]

"Dancing with the Rebellious Heart: Eyeball, Louise, and the Spirit of Grease"

The potential relationship between Richard "Eyeball" Chambers from "Stand By Me" and Louise Grant from "Gilmore Girls," bearing similarities to the iconic Danny Zuko and Sandy Olsson from "Grease," offers a compelling narrative of teenage love, social divide, and personal transformation. Louise's initial disdain for Eyeball's rebellious persona and Eyeball's struggle between his feelings for Louise and his bad-boy reputation echoes the timeless dynamics that made Danny and Sandy's love story so unforgettable.

Social Divide and Intrigue

One of the central elements of Danny and Sandy's romance in "Grease" is the social divide that separates them. Sandy is the clean-cut, prim-and-proper transfer student, while Danny is the rebellious leader of the T-Birds. Similarly, Louise Grant, with her academic achievements and privileged background, would naturally find herself intrigued yet judgmental of Eyeball Chambers, the tough and seemingly wayward member of a teenage gang.

Louise might initially look down her nose at Eyeball, dismissing him as a troublemaker who doesn't fit into her world. Yet, just like Sandy's gradual attraction to Danny's bad-boy allure, Louise could find herself inexplicably drawn to Eyeball's rugged charm and free-spirited attitude.

Eyeball's Struggle

Danny Zuko's character arc in "Grease" is marked by his internal struggle between his feelings for Sandy and the expectations of his tough-guy persona. This inner conflict is what leads to the tension and misunderstandings that propel the narrative. In a hypothetical romance between Eyeball and Louise, a similar dynamic could emerge.

Eyeball, torn between his growing affection for Louise and the image he needs to maintain within his gang, might resort to snubbing Louise in front of his friends. This would create emotional turmoil, mirroring Danny's attempts to reconcile his love for Sandy with his obligations to the T-Birds.

Personal Transformation

The beauty of both "Grease" and "Stand By Me" lies in the transformative journeys of their central characters. As Danny and Sandy evolve from their initial personas, Eyeball and Louise could experience similar personal growth. Louise might learn to appreciate the complexities of Eyeball's life and discover the allure of rebellion. In contrast, Eyeball might be inspired by Louise's intelligence and determination to consider a different path in life.

#gilmore girls #stand by me #eyeball chambers #louise grant #fanfiction #romance

[hitchell-mope]

I don’t think they care about dibs kiddo.

#stand by me #eyeball chambers #ace merrill #chris chambers

[bucknastysbabe]

Covetousness - Aegon II x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Chubby!Aegon, King!Aegon, breastfeeding kink, pregnancy kink, slight body worship, edging, handies, pnv!sex, jealous sullen little brat Aegon, stuffing, creampie, breeding kink, he loves some milk, breast fixation

A/N: I was invaded by a dark spirit again and made this also I don’t beta excuse any fuckups

Tag list: @lovelykhaleesiii @ilikeitbetterangsty @fairysluna

Aegon was being sulky and mopey today, jealous of the lords in court obviously staring at your milk-swollen teats, unable to be hidden in any dress.

In typical fashion Aegon had a fit, ordered that the court session was over and threatened to have eyeballs cut out. Huffing and puffing down the halls of Maegor’s Holdfast he ranted, “They think because I’m scarred, fat, a simpleton the leeches can have my rose.”

You sighed, patting his pudgy hand, “Sweetheart, you’re perfect as is. Whose child is in my womb, hm?”

“Mine,” he muttered.

The rest of the walk was blackened by his ugly mood. Once sat down in your chambers Aegon poured himself a liberal amount of wine and angrily munched on sweet rolls. You sat in the chair across from him, hand across your belly. Gently you tried again, “My king, why must you hate yourself so? You’re amazing, going to be a good papa to the babe.”

His eyes softened up some at that. But his unthinking pouty mouth had to run. Aegon snapped, purple eyes flashing, “Best go find a Lannister or Arryn. Fat and inept just like that dead bastard Viserys.”

Your mouth downturned. The Targaryen had matched your pregnancy down to the mood swings, cravings, weight gain. Although he wasn’t svelte to begin with. Never the matter, he needed a firm hand. You stared at him blankly, idly caressing your stomach.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Am I disgusting you?”

You canted your head towards the huge bed and hummed, “Honey, go get on the bed and undress will you? Please?”

As foul of a temper he was in, the blonde was wrapped around your little finger. He sighed and blew smoke but did so, lounging out for you to ogle. You smiled and ambled over, turning for him to help you undress.

The fool liked you to wear low cut dresses, milk swollen tits spilling out. But then get mad when people looked. Aegon’s mind could be an enigma. But it was more likely the lack of forethought, prick overtaking common sense. Something to stare at while on his lofty seat atop the iron throne.

You moaned in relief when your teats were freed from the constrictive garment, Aegon’s hands grasping at your softened waist. He mumured, “C’mere let me, I know they hurt.” You turned and let your doting husband help your out-of-balance frame onto his wide thighs.

He made to suckle at a stretched nipple but you pushed the beast back with a resounding, “No.” His brows furrowed as Aegon squawked, “Why not? They look full up. I’m hungry.” Tutting at the blonde you pulled a cord from one of the curtains surrounding the bed. Aegon whinged and rolled his eyes, remaining pliant.

You tried to reach around him but both of your bellies were in the way. One soft with indulgence, the other hard with child. Eventually you made Aegon turn himself to the side so you could tie his wrists up. Poor thing was beet red now, grumbling under his breath.

Sighing in contentment you stroked a full cheek, simpering, “Do I always have to force it into your thick skull Aeg? I love you, only you.” His eyes shone, his eagerness for affection peaking splendidly. Aegon rasped, “Will you show me? I’m not quite sure?”

Cheeky bastard.

Awkwardly leaning to the side you felt around the side table for the scented oil. Aegon’s stiff prick nudged at the bottom of your rounded stomach. Violet eyes flickered up, the king treading lightly, “My rose, wh-what is the plan here?” You shrugged and coated your hand in the lavender oil, gripping his turgid cock. Aegon gasped out, back arching, shoving his generous gut into you. The softness made you squirm, grow wetter.

You jerked him in smooth slides, lids heavy and focused on only him. Aegon was panting already, thick thighs trembling around your own. “Can’t you see how much I desire you Aegon? How wet and needy I am for you?” He groaned in agony, eyes fluttering. You continued in a sultry purr, “Every morning I see how you’ve bred me good and get so, ah, aroused. Can barely reach anymore. Have to rut on a pillow like a maiden.”

Aegon babbled, “Gods, sweetheart, you’re killing me!”

He strained against the bonds, panting shamelessly. You giggled at the copious spend leaking from his cock, making the glide so thick and lurid. Aegon whined, “Let me have a taste,

oh gods, gonna cum already!” You shook your head no, slowing your fist to a frustrating halt.

“You can drink if you make it two more times Hm? Two times for mentioning Lannister and Arryn like I want anyone but you. They can look all they want, but they’ll never have my cunt or my womb, my sweet milk you greedy thing.” Aegon’s belly trembled, even his softened chest peaking from arousal.

“I’ll do it, yes, my r-rose! M’so sorry I was being an ass! Can I touch you atleast?“

“One more and you can touch.”

Thus began the the second round of your fist fucking Aegon silly. You cooed, “So gorgeous my king, such a good ruler, look at you.” He groaned deeply, nose scrunching up. “My strong husband, a king should fit his throne like you do, need a healthy appetite to run the realm. No matter you’ve gotten soft.” Aegon pled, “F-fffuck love, oh you’ve got to stop, I’m so close!”

“Do you think your belly is bigger than mine?”

“Oh stop stop stop, I’ll ruin it, shit!”

You grinned and caressed his cheek with your clean hand, pinching the soft flesh. Another awkward session of maneuvering was endured to get Aeg’s wrists free. Before he could grab your waiting flesh, you hummed, “Touching only, make it through you get my tits.” He whined impatiently, “Yes, yes!”

He instantly groped and felt up your belly and tits, pretty eyes rolling up. He panted over the rhythmic ‘Schlick schlick Schlick’ of your fist, “Oh my gods- love- you’re so gorgeous, can’t believe I did this to you, fucking goddess.” Your own eyes fluttered at that, suddenly needing to sit on your lovers cock.

Aegon was sweating and beginning to shake again, growling, “You’re right- hah- all mine to fuck and breed as I please.” You moaned, “Smith’s balls, yes, want to be full of you all the time, only you!” Your lover gripped your moving hand, stopping it, eyes pleading.

“Oh fuck it.”

His calloused hands helped you lift up onto his purpling cock, slick and engorged. In a hoarse cry you gripped at his sturdy shoulders, moving the best you could. This wasn’t going to be a long, nor acrobatic affair. “Go on, have a taste, drink it up my love.” Aegon took to your left teat greedily, coaxing that sweet milk out.

His pudgy hands massaged at your sore tits, making you whine and squirm on his lip, so oversensitive from the pregnancy. The blonde moaned around desperate gulps, rutting into your cunt, building a strange friction setting your spine alight.

He drank and drank until your tit wasn’t fit to burst, wiping the droplet of milk from your mouth. Aegon rasped, “Goddamn ambrosia, fuck.” He dove back to your other nipple, giving the same grasping manner. You could feel his belly swelling with the liquid, pushing you back some. Your nimble fingers slid down to your swollen bud, circling roughly, hoarse groans escaping your lips, chanting his name in a litany.

Aegon gasped around your tit, breathing against the flesh, breathing while he kept rutting. The king managed, “Gonna cum, keep touching that sweet cunt darling, I’m about to burst.” His lips sealed back, violet eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

All the stimulation, Aegon’s greedy groping and suckling, his thick cock nudging your sweet spot sent you over the edge with a wail, inner walls clamping down. Your husbands hands dug into your hips, shouting as you drug his orgasm out by surprise. Milk coated his full lips and chin, the royal carrying on grunting as he pumped your womb full.

Then he finished off the rest of your milk, leaning back with a satisfied belch, goddamn pig. You were still seated on his cock, worn out from the strenuous activities. Aegon’s belly was swollen and full, him looking quite dozy. He held your hands as you clambered off of him, laying on his side, pregnant belly flush to his softness.

He pet at your hair, murmuring, “By the gods, I do apologize. I get all in my head, think you’ll find someone less of a buffoon.” He smiled at you, but his eyes shone with fear. Rubbing at the sparse hair on his chest you replied, “No, you’re a buffoon for thinking you’re a buffoon. Obviously I’m quite invested in my handsome king. Though I do wonder how you’re going to share with the babe.”

You snickered at the pouty look on his lips, Aegon muttering about your ‘mean joke’. You gingerly rubbed his belly and hummed, “Don’t worry, I’ll save some for you, just get it while you can yeah?”

#aegon ii targaryen #hotd fanfic #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #hotd smut #pregnant reader #chubby!aegon ii

[sarahmackattack]

Today's cephalopod weirdo: The Pyjama squid

No, it's not a melting scoop of stracciatella ice cream. It's the Pyjama squid (Sepioloidea lineolata)!

Like their cousins the bobtails, they often bury in the sediment. They're in the order Sepiida, which includes bobtails, cuttlefish, bottletails, and these cuties.

Some articles on the internet will say stuff like "These animals are technically cuttlefish" and... listen... I don't know who said that, but whoever said it is wrong, and now sources all over the damn internet are repeating it, and like... I shouldn't let it bother me, ya know? But it does, unfortunately, make me feel like my eyeballs are going to fall out of my head.

Because words MEAN something, you know? And the word cuttlefish means an animal with a cuttlebone in it. The cuttlefish are a distinct bunch of critters. Their fins go around their whole bodies*, they have W shaped pupils, but most critically, they have a buoyancy device called a cuttlebone. That cuttlebone keeps them neutrally buoyant- so they neither float nor sink. They just chill. They're able to control the buoyancy with gas exchange between their blood and the little gas chambers in that cuttlebone. The other members of the Sepiida, the bottletails, pyjama squid, and bobtails, they don't have any of that. Sure, they're totally, 100%, most closely related among the cephalopods to cuttlefish, but... cuttlefish... are their own little group within that branch of the family tree.

*Ok to be fair, it's very easy to confuse cuttlefish and reef squid, but that's a whole other post.

#Squidtember #Some kind of octopus #cephalopods #squid #marine biology #cephalopod #cuttlefish #marine life #squid facts #sealife #science

[five-rivers]

Cracked Clay Cup Chapter 5

@greatbigolhampuckjustforme

“Clockwork!” called the head Observant, its eye blazing.  “Clockwork!”  The sound bounced off the walls of the great observatory, echoing over and over.

“You called?”

The Observant whirled. “What took you so long?”

“Shockingly enough, I have other duties.  Duties that you assigned me, in fact.”

“You,” said the Observant, its shoulders making a rigid line, “are the Master of Time.  You should get here immediately.”

“You have also forbidden me from using my powers in such a recursive and overlapping manner.  Much less for a personal matter.  I fail to see what difference fifty-two seconds makes in any case.”

The Observant pulled itself back from its far forward lean, visibly collecting itself.  “Clockwork.  You will return Phantom to the house we prepared for him.”

Clockwork raised an eyebrow and mockingly shifted from his typical form to a much younger one.  “That is against the rules you have given me.”

“The rules require that each candidate be given a fair chance!  The human girl had him for a week, and we only had him for a single day.  We must be given an equal amount of time.”

“That is not one of the requirements you listed at the inception of this trial,” said Clockwork, gleefully.  “You rather insisted on the opposite case being true, citing the sanctity of the child’s choice in cases like these.”

“He did not spend enough time with us to choose!”

“Interesting choice of phrase, considering that you, personally, did not interact with him at all, and that you were using a loophole to switch out which of your… comrades were in the residence at the time.”  Said comrades, the full council of Observants, who were in attendance, began muttering to one another.

“That is perfectly legal.  The laws say only that only those named in the application can be present in the residence, it does not limit it to only one of those named.”

“And so you named all of yourselves Oculus and Orbis, at least temporarily.  Yes, yes, very clever.  Lesser minds are in awe of your brilliance.”

“You will return him.”

Clockwork smiled.  “No.”

“You will do as I command you!”

“I will not.  And I would not, even if I had not been previously commanded to adhere to the rules of this trial without bias or error.  You may command me when it comes to matters of paradox and the continuation of the timeline, fields that you interpret very broadly indeed, but neither of those pertain to the situation at hand.  So.  No.  I will not do as you command.  Furthermore, I am only here as, how should I put this, a courtesy.  I will not be returning here for the duration of the trial.”

“Now, listen here, you–”

“Goodbye, Oculus.  I do with you and Orbis all the luck you deserve.”

Clockwork promptly disappeared.  

The chief Observant snarled as much as a being that consisted of a stick-thin body and a very large eyeball could.  “Find Phantom!  If we cannot have him by his choice, we will have him by force!”But before the Observants could organize themselves, a mist rose up from the floor of their great chamber, coalescing into a woman in blue silk.  “Did someone say wish?”

#danny phantom #phic phight #fic

[pianokantzart]

I just watched the 1993 Super Mario Bros movie, and the chokehold big age gap Mario and Luigi has on me right now is insane. Mario being extremely overprotective of the boy he raised? Muah *chefs kiss*. I now want a story where Luigi is in school, and Mario just tries and helps him with his homework or something. I need more domestic Mario and Luigi. I just wanna see the two of them sitting in their apartment in Brooklyn watching tv together, I wanna see them enjoy walks, do actual plumbing, I wanna see Mario teach Luigi plumbing.

Just fluff. Sorry about the rant btw.

No no no! You're so right. You are so very very right. I love the double-date dinner scene when Luigi starts talking about his relationship with Mario.

L: 'Cos Mario, he brought me up! He's been my mother my whole life. M: Hey! L: I mean father. My father. He's been my father, my uncle, my brother - everybody!

Luigi doesn't even know who his parents are. And if Mario legitimately raised Luigi alone while impoverished and without any family he could rely on, he did such a fantastic job?? It's no wonder he's the most abrasive of all the Marios (not that I have a problem with that. Grumpy Mario my beloved.)

Don't even get me started on Mario being his little brother's wingman, trying to feed Luigi dialogue under his breath when he's attempting to chat up Daisy. Also him aggressively backseat driving and trying not to panic while Luigi is a maniac behind the wheel? Putting himself through hell to help his little bro rescue the woman he loves? One of the best parts was when, after Bowser President Koopa attempts to gouge Luigi's eyes out in a moment of rage, Mario jumps in and grapples Koopa to get him off. He gets tased for his efforts, but succeeds in keeping his bro's eyeballs intact. Then in the devo chamber in the next scene you can see Mario nervously checking on Luigi in the background, cupping his face as he ensures there's no serious damage done.

Sorry Mario, Luigi was kinda right to describe you as his mother.

#What I really need is the story about Mario deciding he was going to take in Luigi #Did 1993 Luigi have a short stint in the foster care system before his brother gave him a home??? #so many questions #eye gouge mention #Mario #Luigi #super mario bros 1993 #askbox #anon #much like the 2023 movie I could just watch an entire film of the bros doing mundane tasks