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[astrxlfinale]

"Let's say its a free range." Lighter begins in response to her question. "People are gonna be people at the end of the day, and some of em' are just a bit too nonchalant in punching that ticket. But, for the most part? It's more like that distant pipeline you come to hear."

Sometimes, the Infamous red scarf winds up either sounding like more machine than man, and in other cases it sounds like he's some depraved tyrant prepared to conquer the Outer Ring whole handed. The mere thought prompts him to give a soft snort in disbelief.

He points towards the semi-sweet option between the two bottles before resuming with touches of his meal.

And goddamn is it hitting the spot. Part of him hadn't realized how long he's been on the road beforehand. The fine flavor is the perfect catalyst to get drone in, reflecting that he was a heartier eater even with the playful notes made between the two of them. In this moment? It's the way Jane sneakily applies that frame, that mousy impishness written clear across her features.

Was she looking for that relaxed composure to be a bit snagged in a near comical way? For his eyes briefly widened, double taking at potential insinuations as there was a whole hall of wilder possibilities that could be at play. Easing up from his food, a slow ahem follows. "Whatever me and you could be up to, lost to the world by this hotel door with a bundle of privacy to our name? If that isn't quite the adventurous note on its own, Jane."

"If I were to put myself once more into the shoes of an overactive imagination?" He begins, ensuring those fiery eyes of his make firm contact with that look enriched with mischief.

After she admitted enjoying the chaos of all these Janes people could imagine? Lighter found himself morbidly curious about those newly created Lighters. A good chunk of him imagined none of it was good.

"Some would easily buy this is a new deal in the making for the Sons of Calydon. Eithers might get a touch more risque ideas, as if I swept up your heart for some wild night. Or maybe there's a brand of honey I just can't get enough of, and you'd be that very definition."

"Hardly down to earth, and always in that angle of wildest dreams. Y'know?"

it doesn't bother her, this attention she draws — in fact, she finds it in her favour. it means she can control where on her people's eyes rested, and everything else they will not see.

lighter, while not a target nor enemy, is too yet a comrade, let alone friend. in between mouthfuls of noodle and soup, jane carefully considers her place: in the middle of a mission, in which she was almost caught digging through drawers for privileged information while her target was busy socialising. she hasn't decided on a persona for this version jane — lighter's jane, haha — yet, but whatever she says in this room will be the basis of this identity.

fortunate enough, lighter is not a pryer. he responds to her question and follows up with another, though one of more hypothetical nature.

" what would i do if people believed i was always scheming? " she cups her chin and hums in thought. scheming is what she does best, no matter the size of her goal. " i'd find it interesting. i'd want to hear all the theories. what on earth would i be possibly up to? imagine hearing that from someone else! "

she holds her hands up against her mouth and chortles, fingers curled in proper rodent fashion.

" would these people follow me around? if they wouldn't leave me alone, i would make sure they learn why that would be a very bad idea — but not before i had my share of fun. "

she reaches for a juice bottle — hand pausing midair to check if lighter has a preference — and goes for a little sip.

" mhmmm. sweeeet, " she smacks her lips. " so they bother you with insane theories about your life? now i wonder what they will think about you joining me at a capsule hotel. "

she leans forward and puts her chin in her hands. the grin on her face says she is ready for more of this topic.

[heavenly-mireille]

Starter Call! 2/4 - @acalculatedfuture liked for a starter

She knows she should have seen the signs miles away, what with how Lysander had been behaving, and those idiots in orange creating havoc in the pokeball factory... Her list goes on, each one a failing on her part. She rounds a corner in the laboratory under Geosenge, and she feels Amé pushing a sense of warning into her head.

There is someone near, Amé whispers, directly into her mind. Multiple. Her Gardevoir pads back into view, a few small flecks of red dotting her fur. "Good work, Amé. Do I need to hurry?"

Amé shakes her head, as Diantha comes to ... Another corner. Great. Amé acts first when a Grunt decides to Challenge her, and picks the human up by the throat. And then she pauses. Diantha has seen it too- someone else down here... A child?

"Excuse me! Young man, it is not safe here. Please, do leave."

[scarletooyoroi]

Thoma's own situation hadn't looked much better. By now a cascade of crystalline raindrops found themselves roaring forth without a care in the world. It was the kind of freedom that cared little for being a hindrance to anyone else. As he listens, that fluttery response certainly hadn't escaped his sights.

Which, fair, since it looked like she was lost in her initial thoughts about this misfortune.

A soft hum escapes as he quickly works up a solution. (One he had planned initially just for himself.) "Where you have to go isn't too far, is it? We might be able to hitch together under some proper cover in that case." He openly muses, drawing forth the instrument that soon unveiled itself to be an umbrella. Thankfully one of those pricey sorts that refused to buckle underneath nature's demand, for it held sturdy even as the water splashed forth.

He keeps it as an open offer as it's balanced between the downpour and the building's overhang, briefly shadowing Ampa's figure as he peers curiously towards her.

"Not sure in how much of a rush you are, but I figure this way we can hasten a few of the steps."

@dragonballnewstar from X

[valorxdrive]

He allows himself the honor of watching with a more contemplative fascination. It wasn't solely in her words, but the measure of those actions, as if perfectly visualizing the limitation of a single view towards the wider tapestry. In many ways, Sora found himself feeling oddly nostalgic about that measure of ignorance.

Less of wanting to accept such an angle, rather, how those comforts and the challenge of re-contextualizing could be pretty hefty.

Now if only more people could be less of a jackass about that!

Neff's words prompted a smile, that good natured catch making him shake his head immediately. "Now why would I have an issue if you have plenty to share? From how I always saw it, those types have a lot to teach." The keybearer adds in, pointing upward with a dramatized finger.

This time, it'd be his steps that position him practically hip to hip with the goddess. Those cerulean hues would peer with intent across the horizon, drinking it all in with a fascination that only grew stronger with time.

"Were you always this brave? I have to admit that even for me, it took a while before I could come to agree with that." Soon, Nefeloma's graceful frame of hair, to the pristine note of their face, it was all being studied intently as he was curious on her thoughts.

"Admittedly, I had some more challenging grounds before I really got to see just how much is out there."

@cosmicdreamt from X

[astrxlfinale]

Stellaron? Somehow, the fact an article managed to squeeze into the details highly ambitious and dangerous individuals was a thing or note. To mention that entire civilizations found themselves upon or well beyond the road of collapse too? It was worrying as much as it was mythical sounding. While idea of the Trailblaze was taken more as a way of life (instead of a literal power), the way she reflects upon this, of people and views witnessed only adds to her merit.

"So a track record to boot. That's where a pinch of your moxie stems from. Oh? Not to mention you're a fan of idols no less?"

"While I'm not sure of some cosmic level one, New Eridu has its own pride and joy in Astra Yao." Whatever was about to follow proceeds to die upon his lips. Seeing the way that expression dimmed underneath that crown of pink hair snagged a growing sense of realization. The reality of it all, what pushed her to be a little reckless, looks like that were all too familiar in the lives involving those working with the Hollows.

Lighter's hand paused from finding the next picture before he brought the camera back over. In this case, carefully taking her hand and ensuring the depth of these memories, this wild crew who sound a touch like world saviors, her life would be situated through this material possession as he settles upon the top of her palm. "You're a Trailblazer yourself." There's no need to question, the pride drawn upon that said enough.

"How about making a story that will have 'em aching to give this place a visit with ya next time?"

He doesn't want that sadness of displacement to become overwhelming. So juice it is.

"Yo, Mark." He'd finally call to one of the waiters, giving a hand gesture that's more like Outer Ring lingo. "Bring over two glasses of Wild Melon on the rocks to start us out with."

It wouldn't take long before the delivered glasses, flushed with a cold haze were settled right at their table.

"Lighter! D-- Didn't think you'd be sitting in with us today! You're usually more of an evening guy!"

"Change of plans." He said simply. "Me n' the good lady here are a bit famished. You can settle this on my tab."

"Of course! Ma'am, what would you like? I'm assuming its the same for you Lighter?"

"The two double Bang burgers with a side of cheese fries? Right on the Dennies."

Her sights remained glued to the camera as he went through the pictures within. Thankfully he seemed careful but that didn't serve to reassure her. Maybe she should try and figure out what her next moves should be after dinner is done. Or is it lunch? She had no clue to be honest.

Space princess! Just like her backstory! Well one of them! She couldn't help but perk up as soon as he uttered those words. Nodding quickly in agreement, as if saying yes that is me! with all of her soul. She had always (mostly) wanted to be compared to a space princess!

"You could say that I'm the most adowable space princess! Hehe~" A lot of pride over that little nickname she received. She'd not let him forget that any time soon honestly.

"Uh...well I wouldn't say they are worried about the same issues you are but I wouldn't exactly call it peaceful always. Bad guys acting in the shadows, corrupt old hags ruling their planet to ruins under the influence of the Stellaron and attempts to throw whole civilizations into chaos!...thankfully us on the path of the trailblaze were there to stop a lot of it." A little bit of bragging wouldn't hurt, right?

"But there is also some nice juices, pretty sights and cool idols. If only you could see Miss Robin! She is such a wonderful idol." Kind and pretty with such amazing music. Music she might not get to hear new of in a while...sure she had some of it on her phone but...

"..." She looked down at the table now, kinda realising there was a lot of things she'd miss out on while here huh? Adventures, family, her favorite idols...a slight frown formed and she did feel as if she could actually start crying slightly but. She had to stay strong! This was just gonna be a tiny bump in her path! She'd soon return home!

She took a hasty breath and then looked up to meet his sights "So uh...how about that juice? Is it any good?"

Just act normal Marchie~

[gxldenstreak]

Their situation was about as clear cut as it could be managed. In this ever gracious and wondrous world of Pokemon, a new case arises, new power dawns, and ultimately the process where everything assimilates is the most vivaciously chaotic part of the whole process.

Gold simultaneously revels and outright hates it. Truly depends on the time and situation.

Right now? Given his precious partners tucked by his side tied with the every so studious and renown lady in his company, there was a clear vigor that was exercised in each step, exemplifying that go-getting nature as they found themselves marching clear through the one amiably hidden bases of Interpol. Dex Holders privilege, but by all damn means does he fully intend to exercise it.

"Heheh. Surprised ya managed to even get a wink of sleep with that familiar itch in your hand," It was a gentle tease, fondness carried over the depth of the one known as Crystal Lynne's accomplishments.

"Even with all this world flip-floppin' business, gotta love it when some baseline rules be out here keepin' the same."

The structure of the base found itself tucked like a sore thumb within nature. If it hadn't been for the modest growing surge of these buildings, particularly developed to be within the vicinity of Ultra Wormholes, there wasn't a doubt in Gold's mind that Interpol would be five miles deep in magma baths formed for fire types. Even now, brisk, gentle winds would breeze by the gated fixtures outside, allowing the palm trees to sway to an invisible tune.

Stress the ear well enough and distant melodies of local Primarina could be heard bringing a natural jubilance to the seasides.

Gold found himself shameless in how close he kept to Crystal, practically by the hip, basking in that natural satisfaction of their shared time leading to a new adventure. While the premise in itself was good enough, the idea of this being a new experience for them and their partner Pokemon, it draws a prideful feeling within his chest. It even made his more exploratory nature simmer as he checks at his Pokegear.

"New update too. Said they'll have all the equipment we need for some safe travel. Just need our ever dependable psyhics here in the name of good transport." Naturally he refers to Timpani and their 'Not so little' Gothi. Fondly looking back on how they raised that little troublemaker makes it impossible to resist the temptation to sling an arm around her shoulders, professionalism be damned. This is how professionals like them get set up.

"Still got the old deets for the purpose of this travel? Buncha intergalactic hot mess, findin' in sealing up points of distortion.."

There goes that tempting waggle of his brow once again.

"Explooooorin' some new worlds?"

@starmarkcd​

[crossxskulled]

He didn't find any glances or gazes she had unnatural. Not in the least, with the split between looking like some wet mutt to the reveal of triumphs made of scarred skin, the exposure was inevitable as it was natural. It reminds Ryuji of the many discussions carried into the night about their adventures, prior and present, so that's when an impulsive offer found itself made as the warmth of her track jacket served to stave the cold away.

Part of him was questioning if that heater in the stairwell behind them might do the trick a bit more, it's tacked on as an idle thought.

Right now, Haru found herself carrying all of the current.

In fact there was something endearing in the ways her words fumbled, bowling over like some poor sap before an entryway stuffed with shoes. The atmosphere she carries just never damn failed in keeping things lighthearted, keeping them peaceful in a way he appreciates, leaving him entirely off guard the instant her hard working fingers begin to reveal his complexion underneath the shirt, just enough to make a mild rise of gooseflesh fleck over his skin.

Despite making the offer with a head full of heart and no mind, the tension experienced is by no means painful, rather, that excitable, lively awareness found itself burning vibrantly wherever the mildly ticklish trail her fingers left. Warmth found itself brewing within his face, stalled from growing the instant he catches that momentary fluster melting down to that genuine concern that captured his eyes from the very start.

Even the flora laden rooftops of Shujin found themselves erased from mind, concentrating Haru's reaction in particular.

"Medals, huh? Heheh, hopefully not something I'll get first place in anytime soon." He's not ignorant to how morbid that sounds, but, it certainly did draw a smile on his face.

"I can save the full package for when I'm a touch more dried up, but this one was during the time in Futaba's heart. Lookin' out for the guy's per usual, really scraped by the skin of our teeth."

"So y'know, I got a good idea on what'cha mean by that.." Knowing that the days ahead aren't promised, once upon a time, it made a shamefully more egotistical side of him become.. entitled, a time he's never been more happy to be torn away from due to harsh lessons.

Now, if only those thoughts could persist, everything found itself being swept from underneath his feet the instant those soft, strong hands sought his in a measure of support. The squeezing immediately cause his fingers to return the gesture regardless of the way his heart began to hammer. Her thoughts on the matter caused a boisterous laugh to immediately rise.

"Hell, please? I don't mind being a soppin' wet mess during the summer, but anything else and it really would kick my ass. C'mon, I got some spare stuff I can kick on 'round the lockers." He doesn't miss a beat in whisking her along, a touch too stubborn to end how their hands joined as he begins to lead her through the stairwell.

That said, he sure gave one of those melting-ly pleasant sighs feeling the currents of heat humming through the radiators.

"Iiiiiii.. Think I could get a lil use to this. Never knew this was how good the plants have it while in your care, almost makes a guy a lil jealous." With how content his voice sounds, it's clear the bliss of not just the warmth-- but holding hands with her was working its magic.

@arcanascompendium​

[temperedinferno]

炎 - Even with the blatant disapproval scrounged from his impulsiveness. His nose had certainly led him true! If there was a place that found itself always mixing a perfect blend of fire with sweets, it'd certainly be Stocking's place. That in itself causes a lively cackle to escape from Natsu as props up, dusting the mild debris from his figure.

"Well, I was hungry! Don't-cha know just how good things get when things get worked up in your oven? It's like the scent was practically wagging it's finger at me!"

....

Oh, wait, sheeeee doesn't exactly look the happiest right now, does she?

"Who uses doors anymore? If I wanna see ya, then naturally the fastest route is the best one!" Says Natsu, who doesn't even use the door to his own house.

Takes too long!

@heavenslolita

[edsrosetattoo]

This is the best idea in the history of film.

[elledotexe]

READ BELOW -

Edit: With the amount of notes this has received I want to make it clear (since people who have reblogged and added their own opinions to this, one saying to completely shun studies in total that garnered a lot of attention) that while these studies specifically geared toward veterans are meant to help and were possibly requested from the previous administration, extreme caution should still be advised and you should do your research as others have suggested.

Our dearest Trump has allowed ending of employment for whatever reason now regardless of disability, race, gender, sexuality etc., we all know what Meta has turned into and what the current administration probably has to do with that and definitely has to do with the TikTok ban... I'm just saying do not be surprised if somehow these records end up being used for more harm than good if they just decide it'll be a... fun weekend hobby.

I want people to make informed decisions regardless of what they decide! But they have made it very clear on the kind of people they are and what they will do to harm any sort of minority. Please consider that when you call this "unnecessary fear mongering", as well. They are already erasing valid data/searches from social medias and valuable sources. The most important thing is safety.

[soracities]

"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."

Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]

[astrxlfinale]

Performing the same motion himself once Jane joined him at the table, for an moment he reflected over the handiwork of his picked choices. It gives the impression of a cozy homebody more than anything else. Fitting enough, consider he tried to go for function over style.

Not to mention there was an unintentional appeal due to what he picked. While not meaning to, catching the way her legs seized the moment of glory was certainly a few to let simmer in his memories.

"Don't worry on prices or payments. Not exactly the kinda help I'd attach a price tag to." He muses, swirling up a portion of noodles and meat onto his chopsticks. For an instant, a more amiable silence outside their more natural satisfactions for a meal sound out in the room.

Flavor like this feels as if it awakens the soul from any drowsiness it may suffer. For the first bite in particular, Lighter always had a habit of taking it slow, appreciating the taste primarily as it washes over the taste buds.

"I owe the Chops some extra customers if anything. Always looked out for my gang after some mishaps had us bump heads." He comes to admit.

At the mention of the company that found themselves in a more spy oriented front, a 'fond' shake of the head takes place. "Troublemakers, riff raff. Consider them what you will. Think of 'em as rivals that love plotting now days more than outright encounters. Company like them are part n' parcel when you're part of the Sons of Calydon."

Somehow the thought prompts an instant of laughter, entirely unintended as a curious question comes to mind. "Mind scratchin' a mental itch of mine? What would you do if people imagined that whatever you do, it's some big move in the making? Even something as insignificant as a store visit. Could you live comfortably with such a perspective of you?"

straining? it takes her a moment to realise what he was referring to. anyone else would have blushed at the thought, but not jane. jane has an appetite for the thrill that comes from all sorts of games.

" don't worry about the size. i'll go braless if i have to. "

she locks the bathroom door and takes off the bathrobe. lighter was thoughtful enough to pick out intimates for her, so she owes it to him to at least try it on. she tries to fit into the tight fabric but eventually decides the discomfort will only cause more embarrassment for both of them. besides, the hoodie is roomy enough to cover her from neck to thigh, only allowing an inch of shorts to peek out.

" not bad, " she comments at her own reflection, then turning around to join her lifesaver for steaming hot ramen at the small desk.

" you have no idea how relieved i was to get out of those clothes and get cleaned up. " she picks up a pair of chopsticks and snaps them into two, then rubbing the sticks against each other to rid them of splinters. " thanks for the clothes, by the way. they're really comfortable. just give me the receipt so i know how much to pay you back. "

she doesn't need anyone to tell her to get comfortable. puling up a leg and folding it flat against the chair, she leans in and takes a long sniff.

" mhmmmmm, " she licks her lips and digs in. " this is good. way better than what i usually have, in fact. "

so why doesn't she have proper ramen more often? that's a question for her to think about.

" those gangsters downstairs, " she says suddenly, remembering the way they kept staring across the street but definitely not at her. " do you know them? "

[astrxlfinale]

Seeing Lamboo's own rare, frantic brand of stress found itself to be as rare as Zarina encountering such. In the small ways, he could see that the extended time together certainly rubbed more fond traits off onto the other. It certainly hadn't been enough to turn him away from the primary view however, the sight of her exacting a price to help extend her own mobility. For the Champion, there was just an innate difference of this hazy line on and off the battlefield.

He wouldn't hide that it's merely tough to see these actions in what could be considered an 'aftermath time'. Nonetheless, the chief's resilience shine's through.

More high grade prosthetics, serums that manipulate muscle matter, he was no stranger to the outright large strides the medical fields have made. There was a good reason that humanity could push as far as it can into the Hollows, and it's these results here, a fusion between the Old Civilization's glories and the modern pause to rediscover, recontextualize that made this all possible. Tempted as he was to mode by her resting area to assist, there was her pride to take into consideration.

Thus he stands, being as much of a witness as Zarina was as she successfully got herself back on the move.

Once she began to actively list the sheer scale of uses this was for. Lighter could be seen in the background, raising a gloved finger for each activity. What was five became ten, and what was ten elevated up to fifthteen and this was just being a modest round off. Granted, people who found themselves in Hollow work often had a wide berth of skills they introduced to the forefront. 'Huh. Someone likes keeping not just some cards, but a full deck.' It prompts a small huff from him, leaving those shaded eyes to study her rhythm.

Rhythm that.. Had no sound? There's been only a small handful of rare cases where he witnessed this firsthand, either those roused in a more assassin or spy oriented background. They were an organization's blades, made to be swift and decisive. it would be a sweet mercy to be met with a 'ghost's' loving but fatal touch. Towards Lamboo's offer, he motioned at his body, a sign that the tea could come later, no need to be too gluttonous on his end.

"You dance?" His voice couldn't hide that lingering curiosity. Even as the water bottle if gratefully accepted, for an instant he imagined those form fit legs of her's guiding music to her step more than anything else.

Drawing the kindness to his lips, he'd find himself sighing against the bottle as the rush of crystal cold water made his body want to melt in a bundle of gratitude. Drawing it back, that note about why her retirement had to be ensued caused his brow to quirk in a sense of potential wonder. "Don't worry. You just got my metaphorical band-aid ripped that much earlier. If we're gonna be working together, s'good to know."

Wait, wouldn't it be weird if his eyes just lingered upon those pristine legs? He quickly catches himself, jolting that look back up towards her face, that collective focus grounding itself there. "One card might've been laid down, but you sure keep yourself busy. Your work with the Hollows has been making trips a lot smoother."

"Sides, I have my own preparations." Lighter adds in, tapping his pinky to the golden rim of his glasses. "If only these were for fashion alone. My eyes are atrocious when it comes to bright lights like the sun's gaze. It's the aftermath of an old injury I sustained in the ring."

@zorkaya

[wiisagi-maiingan]

Hey, if you do crafts (especially things like crochet, knitting, embroidery, etc), make sure to look up how to identify when a listing is AI generated. You do NOT want to waste money on an incredible looking kit or pattern that is physically impossible to make, especially if you're on sites like etsy hoping to support an actual artist.

[scarletooyoroi]

@dcndrohime replied to your post “"....I wonder if I can sell all these robot parts....”:

"If you don't want some of them, i can take pieces off your hands"

"I certainly have no qualms with such an offer. Needing the limbs in their entirety, the artifice gears within? Knowing you for long as I have, you'll be welcomed to a discount."

"My main use of getting a few weapons fashioned from them are already complete. So the most of the excess would be going to waste."

Who knows if some wayward puzzle would require these.