#9-36 kg

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*for those confused: take the heaviest you’ve ever been as an adult (say, 170 lbs) and subtract the lightest you’ve ever been as an adult (say, 130 lbs) to get the difference (40 lbs)

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[exvinity498]

Stop telling me lies abt your low we1ght being in the 80-100 pounds 36-45 kg

Liars. All of you. Every. Single. One.

Your lw is wayy lower than that. Probably 8-9 pounds when you were born

Aim bigger

(Joking obv please stay safe <3)

[thetravelingtyper]

Our Shattered Heart Interlude (Part 3.00) KG (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Loading Track 4 - Missing Piece by Vance Joy (Kyle Garrick One Shot). With Simon and Johnny gone for the day, you and Kyle spend the day together.

Warnings: None!

Part 2.75, Part 4, Masterlist

God I freaking LOVED writing this! Enjoy - Ash

Our Shattered Heart 3.00 Interlude Kyle Garrick (...Loading Track 4…)- Missing Piece by Vance Joy

Sunlight filtered through partially drawn blinds. The noise of London heightened in the rising day. You curled towards the edge of the bed stirring but an arm swung over you from behind and pulled you back into a firm chest. You stirred, turning over and tucking further into his warmth. His chest rumbles with a low laugh and Kyle presses a kiss into your hair.

“Mornin’ Sweetheart”

You murmur a reply into his chest before pulling out to look at him.

During the early morning, Johnny must have dropped you off with Kyle before he and Simon returned to base.  Price had adamantly called them last night in for yet more paperwork and you and Kyle were left alone for the day. He holds you securely, as if afraid for some reason you would slip from him like a waking dream. 

I've been waiting for the tides to change

For the waves to send you my way

I see you darling but you pixilate

It gets hard to take these days

You end up rolling out of bed at 9:36 am. You pull yourself into a stretch as Kyle watches sitting at the edge of the bed. There is a buzz of your phone and you pick it up from the nightstand and stifle a laugh. There is a sneaky picture taken of Simon and John by Johnny before there is a blur of a pale hand snatching the phone from him in the next shaky photo. It then buzzes with a message from SImon saying they will not be back until the next day.

You relay this to Kyle who stands and ruffles through the dresser and pulls on a dark green shirt. He passes into the connected bathroom to get ready for the day.

“We could hit the shop.”

He smoothly voices and you call back an affirmation. Food was running low. You chuckle, given the presence of four soldiers, you expected as much. You change into something a bit more street-worthy and pass down the hall and into the kitchen. You open the fridge and laugh, other than a pack of beer, juice, and some eggs you guys were running on empty. You hear footsteps and Kyle enters, arm naturally reaching to you and hand bracing the small of your back and he reaches past you for the juice. He asks if you want a glass and you nod.

You pull out the eggs to start work on breakfast. He hands you a glass and you drink some, eyes squinting at a sour taste before Kyle mirrors the same look.

“That's expired” You chuckle as he spits it out and dumps the glasses in the sink. 

“Let’s just go out love.”

You look to the eggs and the expired juice, then to Kyle who has a growing grin. His eyes crinkle as he sees you thinking a moment, then smirks when you accept the inevitable. 

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

But we'll hold the line, I won't let go

'Cause I'll be there when you can finally make it home

And I don't mind 'cause we both know

That we'll be fine when you can finally make it home

And that is how you find yourself in a bustling London cafe, with Kyle lounging across from you with the occasional brush of his hand against yours on the table. You relax into the plush chair and savor the flavor of the rich food in front of you. You two had stumbled upon a small family-owned cafe that thrived in the city. People passed in and out with smiles and light conversation and you found a table tucked into a plant-filled corner. Your server had been a little ruffled but smiled nonetheless and jotted down your orders before disappearing into the back. 

15 minutes later your pancakes sat in front of you and at the first bite, you fell in love.

“That good huh?”

His laugh melts your heart and the man reaches a fork over expectantly and you let him take a piece, his face then mirroring yours. He looks from his eggs to your pancakes in misery and you sigh before splitting your pancakes and taking his plate and setting half on his plate before passing it back. 

He grins at you. You always gave in to his and Johnny's wants so easily.

During a lull in a three-person mission, you paced the safe house kitchen looking for ingredients. You had been wanting something sweet all day and after almost getting yourself killed something domestic would settle your soul. Kyle and Johnny were both fine other than some scuffs but the men had passed out into sleep the moment they hit their respective beds. So that left you in the cold kitchen in some sweats and a sweater baking.

30 minutes of mixing later you folded chocolate chips into a browned butter cookie batter. You had been pleasantly surprised to find not only fresh butter but dark brown sugar. Your signature cookies called for only the best (and most unhealthy) ingredients. You smile as you work, after your last mission with Gaz, he had probably expressed frustration with the food in the safehouses with Price. While remote locations made sense to be meagerly stocked, this mission was more city-side, allowing for more preparation. You set the tray of cookies in the oven to bake as you continue to spoon batter into the tray. 

Because when I'm in a room with you

That missing piece is found (oh)

You know when you're by my side, darling

Nothing can bring us down (oh)

Vance Joy’s voice permeates into the chill of the night as you spin in the kitchen. You always liked music, growing up your parent would pull you to parties and other events and leave you to your own devices. When you got promoted in the service your old captain had known about your skill so you always went undercover to events like galas. With a teammate in your arms, you could spin them out and imagine yourself dancing with someone you loved. But service was service and you always put your head down and into the part you played. 

---

Things in the 141 had changed in the past month. First, it was Johnny, pressing a swift kiss to the side of your lips. It had triggered something in the team, he and Kyle became your shadows. Especially when members of other teams or Kortac were around. Kyle though became more, well intimate. You both shared a bathroom on base, but he would often end up around you just sharing the space. If you were up early for a run Kyle would pop his head out and call to you for you to wait. He would then match your pace and often brush up against you. 

Then before this mission, during discussions with Konig, Kyle would sit himself next to you at the table and just stay on his phone but have a knee consistently bumping yours or an arm brushing yours. Something in your heart settled when Johnny kissed you. Shock of course, but a natural whisper of belonging to something greater as well. If Johnny was flirty before, oh boy was he stuck on you now. Where you were he appeared, a knowing look gleaming in his eye and head cocked in anticipation. You found yourself naturally leaning into the affection now. A hand on your shoulder or an arm slung towards you in a side hug now became a silent sign. You noticed it, especially in the other members of the 141. 

Kyle of course in his closeness to you, a step further than before. His meeting your pace, bringing you food, and cooking more in general. If you stepped into the base kitchen it was a silent signal that Kyle materialized and joined you. One time you felt eyes on you as Kyle passed behind you to reach for something in the fridge. You freeze and turn to the entrance of the kitchen. Across from a table of privates and other soldiers eating is Ghost, well Simon, you correct yourself. He is in full gear, leaning against the wall, just watching. When you meet his eyes his soften. You smile at him and turn when Kyle calls your attention, turning back to the risotto. What you don't see is the knowing look from Kyle to your Lieutenant and a shared smile under the mask. 

---

The smell of cookies seeps out from the kitchen and in his room, Kyle stirs. 

The feelings for you from the 141 were known to all of the men, despite the quieter nature of Price, and Simon, Kyle, and Johnny figured it out from their respective superiors about a year or so after you joined. It was after a risky mission that Johnny lost himself in the spur of the moment. You had just yanked him from death and the surge of pride and love towards you had overtaken his nature. He had fallen first, seeing your interactions with the corporals and privates. You cared for your soldiers. Not to mention you could flip him on his ass so quickly when sparring. Having you so close was intoxicating so he went for it. Pressing soft lips to the side of yours he yearned you to take your head in his hands and pull you down. But the situation of course had sent you spinning off him in a blush before switching back into work mode. 

But neither of you forgot that moment. Kyle could see it, a week after Johnny told him while they were at a pub. You had been working with Price on late-night report sessions. Simon leaned back in the booth, hand lifting a glass of bourbon silently while Kyle about smacked the man upside the head.

“What were you thinking?” Johnny just shrugs and throws back the rest of his scotch. No matter what they would say he was still pleased with himself. 

“They didn't seem to mind too much.” He says smugly and Kyle throws up a hand in exasperation. They didn’t though. He saw as much when the two interacted. The touches seemed a little more than casual and you subconsciously leaned further into them. The exasperated sighs from the Scot’s flirtatious comments became silent blushes and a stammering biting reply. But what it did most for Kyle was to give him hope. 

Kyle awakens fully moments later, slipping out from underneath the sheets and out of the shared bedroom. He approaches the kitchen hearing the sound of an Australian accent singing.

I remember happy wasted days

Summer's golden haze in our eyes

Lifting you above the breakin' waves

Memories floatin' back to my mind

There he finds you singing softly to yourself. You sway quietly on socked feet, the mismatched corgi socks hitting Kyle somewhere deep in his heart. It was this he fell in love with. The quiet singing in the bathroom while you got ready, humming during jogs, or while you and he cooked. Something gripped his heart and he stepped into the kitchen. You turn and jump a little when you see him suddenly, eyes widening at his appearance.

“Are you ok?” You go to turn the music off but he steps into the kitchen making you pause. He is shirtless, something that you silently admire when you don't have to patch the man up. He doesn’t say anything though but there is a look in his eyes. Some swirling brown depth you stumble into. He stops in front of you, looking into your eyes searching. You swallow thickly, the moment feeling intimate as his hand reaches for your face. 

A rough palm meets your cheek as Kyle hovers just outside your space. There is a calmness in his eyes then, your heart hammering in your chest. First Johnny, then Kyle sticking to you like glue, you gulp and step forward to meet him. 

You said, "Hold the line", I won't let go

'Cause I'll be there when you can finally make it home

And I don't mind 'cause we both know

That we'll be fine when you can finally make it home

It is your hands that seek him, ghosting the sides of his abdomen before curling around him and pulling you to his chest. Kyle's heart hurries along, his arms up in surprise before they settle around you. You tuck your head easily into the crook of his neck. So many nights of staring up at the stars, or cooking. Laughter as you collapse into bed at the end of a mission. It seems to have all led up to this he thinks. He dips his head down and presses a kiss into your hair, Vance Joy’s voice fading into memory.

In the shop, Kyle follows you dutifully with a trolly as you pass into the produce. You set a carton of strawberries in the cart before you debate over what to do for dinner. You look back to Kyle only to find him looking at you with a soft smile on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing Love just admiring the view.”

You flush a little at his comment and the man has the audacity to chuckle. He then leaves the cart and approaches you, arms pulling you in for a kiss on your forehead before releasing you. You frown at the disconnect and while one of his hands pulls the cart you entangle your fingers with his other hand for contact. The smile he gives you lights something in you and you pull him along to fish for dinner ingredients. 

Because when I'm in a room with you

That missing piece is found (oh)

You know when you're by my side, darling

Nothing can bring us down (oh)

It's like when you're far away from me

I get lost in the crowd (oh)

Because when I'm in a room with you

That missing piece is found (oh)

After shopping you and Kyle make it back to the apartment in the early evening, groceries quickly filed away for later consumption. While Kyle goes to shower you get to work on dinner for the two of you. You moved around the small kitchen with practiced ease as Vance Joy’s Missing Piece rang out. Something about the song was so nostalgic to you, especially this past week. Maybe your running was what triggered it. Your team, your men came after you. Not that you wouldn't have returned but something more in their eyes and heart surrounded you. As you tend to the stove Kyle enters back in seeking you.

After the small kiss, Kyle was everywhere with you. A little more subtle than Johnny the man was a bit more protective. Especially when you were amongst the other sergeants. There had been a time while SImon and Johnny were away and a group of Sergeants on base had decided to go out while on leave and you, being a particular favorite, were invited.

“Come on Heart! You're always with the task force! Join us for once!” 

The sentiment was echoed by a few others who grabbed your arms in a friendly manner and tugged you toward the pair of vehicles. You did have some paperwork with Price due soon but at their insistence, you went along with it. They could see it on your face as the hesitence gives away with their jesting and there is a collective cheer and you allow yourself to be pulled by the rowdy men and women. 

You slipped into the back middle seat of one of the black SUVs. As the main Sergeant, Smith, got into the driver's side there was a firm “Hold it!” from outside. There is a shadow in the tinted windows before the right side door opens and Kyle slips in next to you. Your left-side companion gives you a look with a raised eyebrow. Kyle sees this and replies.

“And let you guys have all the fun? Never.”

He grins and this seems to appease the others but he sends Smith a sharp look that everyone misses but you. You look at him in concern but his left hand moves to your knee and he gives you a secret smile but doesn't reply. 

The place Smith selects is less bar and more club and you sigh as both SUVs pull into the tight lot and the groups depart with eager smiles and a few excited chatters. Kyle steps out before offering you a hand which you take. You send him a smile but you find his eyes clouded and a frown on his face. You are about to question him when Smith throws an arm around your shoulder and steps into your space. You about yelp before you turn to him in surprise. 

“It's been a while eh Heart?” He asks with a cooky smile before his green eyes meet Kyle’s in a challenge. You cock your head before it clicks. There had been a mission months ago that required you and him to pass a couple for a few weeks. It was one of the few times where you went under without one of the 141. You nod to him in a friendly way.

“I guess so.”

Smith’s grin widens and as the others move towards the entrance he pulls you along. 

Oooh I won't waste a minute when you're here

And we're finally in the clear

When every day is like the last

I just keeping holding fast

He stood at an easy 6’2” almost meeting eyes with Ghost. It was a fact he took well as during the mission there was a couples carry. An inherently stupid contest that you wanted nothing to do with but the target was competing so Smith had insisted. What you had not expected was the man to literally sweep you off your feet with a cocky ambition that made him preen. 

His attraction to you wasn’t known to you until he swept you into a victory kiss as he passed the finish line. His lips against yours were soft but you played the kiss up for a show, mind set on the mission. Yet the heady look in his eyes went unnoticed by you. The pieces showed themselves though when you both returned. You both in dress clothes stepped out of the car laughing at different events of the mission, his hand splayed along your back in what you took as a friendly gesture. He had your gear slung over his shoulder as he insisted on carrying it. As you both enter base there are a few glances at your return and the hand on your back. 

It is when you enter the common room that you realize it. There you find Kyle and your lieutenant, the former cooking something that made your stomach rumble and the latter leaning against the kitchen counter conversing with his Sergeant. There is little clamor as you enter but a few Sergeants playing a game pause it when Smith enters. His friends approach as you part from him to see your teammates. You smile at a few corperals who light up seeing you return and the noise draws the eyes of Kyle and Ghost. Two pairs of eyes close in as Kyle smiles and shuts off stove. He calls your name and you perk up, parting with a polite goodbye and entering the kitchen. 

Kyle approaches you first, looking you over for any damage but you wave him off  looking up at him with a pleased smile. The sight of you in your dress outfit makes his heart skip a beat but he only returns the smile.

“I’ve got dinner on the stove if-” Kyle is disrupted by Smith popping his head in to the kitchen, searching for you. He meets your eyes and calls your name before offering,

“Heart, a few of us were going to go catch a movie and dinner if you wanted to join,” his eyes flicker to Kyle and he adds a joking “sweetheart.” 

He enters the kitchen fully holding your bag still in expectation as Kyle pulls his shoulder back. Green eyes flicker dismissively over him but its the hazel in the back that catch his. You can feel a tension in the air then when Ghost stands up from leaning. The mans eyes lock with Smith and the man stands taller under scrutiny, there are boot steps then as your Lieutenant approaches Smith and holds a hand out expectantly. Smith pauses and Simon wants to smirk under the mask as he can see Smith's eyes shift between you and Ghost. Something gives and Smith hands over your stuff before Ghost replies with.

“Sergeant Heart has debriefing tonight, at ease Sergeant.” With that he shoulder your bag and dismisses Smith. A look of defeat passes over Smith's eyes for a flash before he winks at you and mutters “Next time then.” Kyle coughs a laugh into his elbow before leading you into a delicious meal.

---

After that night with him and Johnny though you were keener with the others. And while Smith was attractive you felt nothing but a slight friendship with the man. While the feelings were all a tangle, Johnnys abrupt kiss had opened a door you dare not question, and since then your heart paced between four certain men. Kyle seemed on some wavelength to know and you had accepted his closeness with a cherished happiness. 

As you were dragged forward you kicked on the breaks, pausing Smith in place. You then call back to your fellow 141 member. You look up to Smith with a soft but resolute smile before holding a hand out to Kyle. The man in question grinnes before walking forward to take your hand, a smug smile shot to Smith before he pulls you forward into the club.

Kyle’s arms circle your waist and pull you back into a firm chest, his head dipping to you shoulder.

“Smells good Love.”

You turn your head towards his and hum. He moves you both to the music in the kitchen something in his heart settled and soft. He turns and presses a kiss to your neck. 

“There are tarts in the oven for the boys tomorrow.”

He doesnt reply, just taking in your warmth.

“I love you.” The admission makes your heart skip and you set the utensil down to run a hand up his arm. You tilt your head towards his, murmuring,

“Kyle?”

“I love you too,”

Before meeting him in sweetly shared kiss. 

Because when I'm in a room with you that missing piece is found

You know when you're by my side darling nothing can bring us down

Its like when you're far away from me I get lost in the crowd

Because when I'm in a room with you that missing piece is found

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[shallow-wordsalad]

Fate OC - "Kolya"

Character Info

Full Name: Kolyastavia Marie Zofastria

Height/Weight: 168cm, 41 kg

Region: Russia

Alignment: Lawful-Good

Gender: Female

Magic Origin: Accumulation (蓄積 Chikuseki)

Kolya's connection to the Root is one stemming from the concept of Accumulation - the gradual piling, storage, and incremental increase of things. This means she has prodigious talent for holding things, but not necessarily taking them.

Element: Wind, Water

Rare and noble Wind is Kolya's primary element, along with peaceful and sanguine Water as a secondary addition.

Attribute: Repetition

The Zofastria magic is one of repetition bearing new fruit - a defiance of conventional wisdom by producing different results through monotonous action. By repeating a process or action, the output increases its effectiveness on an exponential scale, but in exponential numbers. 1, 4, 9, 16, 25, 36, 49, 64, 81, and 100 are particular examples, as Zofastria magecraft amplifies by squares. A spell cast 100 times would be 100 times as effective as the first.

Profile 1

A prodigious mage of the Russian Zofastria family of seers, oracles, and cursebearers.

Though the family's strong magical lineage has diluted over time, use of alchemical enhancements and surgeries have maintained and restored their Magical Circuits over the past two generations. Kolyastavia is the culmination of such diligent work - a true-blooded Mage of few peers within the Siberian and Scandinavian areas. Bearing the burden of a Magic Crest that carries centuries of spellcasting dating back to the Tsardom, she is a living legacy of Zofastrian magic, refurbished through their newly refined techniques.

A bookish, meek sort ill-suited for combat, she nonetheless believes her talent with curses is sufficient to let her claim the Grail and grant her wish...

Profile 2

Kolyastavia went through ungodly torment to make ready for the 5th Grail War. Chosen by her father to represent the Zofastria family for the very sudden advent of the Grail in 2004, preparations to make Kolyastavia a suitable Master were hastened and intensified.

Alchemical potions made for her turned any food directly into mana, but all food tasted like rot and foeter. The foul taste made her reject food altogether, vomiting every meal and drink she could stomach, until she wove for herself a curse that froze her gut.

Then were performed surgeries to extract, enchant, and replace her nerves - turning each nerve ending one by one into artificial Magic Circuits. Torturous processes to implant these new channels were done day after day. Her entire nervous system was unthreaded and sewn back in, like she was a doll that needed new stitchwork. In accordance with Zofastria magic, this process of disassembling and reconstructing the thing called Kolyastavia was repeated four-squared to multiply its efficacy. The overwhelming agony that coursed through her body from every sensation was unbearable, the very touch of cold Siberian air like lightning searing her, until she wove for herself a curse that numbed her skin.

Profile 3

Personality:

Regal and driven.

Speaks freely, but tends to come off as haughty and rude. She holds a great deal of respect for others, but sees the world through a rigid hierarchal view. Those who work hard earn her praise, those who fail earn her encouragement.

"Condescending? I'm being completely honest!"

She bears the pride of her family on her shoulders, and speaks with a commanding presence as a Master and as a Mage. No victory worth attaining nor talent worth honing is achieved without pain, so she says. Therefore the path that is the most taxing is seen as more noble than a safer option. In the same way, she is unafraid of challenges or obstacles. Since everything worth getting is obtained through blood, she has discarded her fear of bleeding. Her life as a mage was one forged out of such sacrifices.

However, her life as a noble was one of being surrounded by doting family and sycophants. As the heir to the renewed Zofastria family, she was often given special treatment and never met with those who didn't seek to earn her approval. Her grace in social situations applies only to manners, etiquette, and a way of smoothly talking her way through people. She is defenseless against brazen words or teasing, often blurting out her honest feelings without giving herself time to compose her thoughts.

In short, a tsundere. A gold-mine of priceless reactions.

Profile 4:

Traits:

"Hypoesthesia" - Nerves have been replaced with Magic Circuits, causing acute localized numbness in extremities. Manual dexterity is reduced dramatically.

"Compromised Optic Nerves" - Optic nerves have been repurposed. Vision is severely hampered.

"Gastric and Duodenal Ulcers" - Alchemical enhancements to mana intake have caused intense vomiting and gastrointestinal damage. Stamina is reduced.

"Deteriorated Muscle Tissue" - Malnourishment has atrophied muscles in all regions. Strength and agility are reduced.

"Compromised Proprioception" - Compromised nerves and malnourishment have caused chronic loss of balance. Agility is severely reduced.

"Mana Abundance" - All food ingested is converted to mana. Extremely high number of magic circuits allow for functional flow of intense mana through the body. A blessing and a curse.

"Analgesia" - Inability to feel pain. Cursed nerves do not send pain signals to the brain. Allows Kolyastavia to fearlessly fight without backing down, but only until her body fails. A blessing and a curse.

"Chronic Hypothermia" - Permanently lowered body temperature. A side effect of a curse slowing digestive, circulatory, and endocrine processes. A curse.

"Curse-Accumulating Magic Crest" - A hundred-year old accumulation of uncountable Slavic, Norse, and Eastern curses. A well of malicious words and spells that absorbs like spells into itself. A curse masquerading as a blessing. None who bear the Crest live to old age. Consumed by the curses over time, their last thoughts become another vile hex inscribed.

"Curse Immunity" - ␄⪒⟼⚭⬉⠦⁰⩔⽖┠⼆┙⢼⵽ⓧ↔╗⻟Ⓣ⹼◱ⲉ. Ⲁ⥀⍸Ⲑ⧩⚆⠡Ⅾ⣅ ⠯Ⲙ⤎⌆╍⤶☵⧸⥟⋮⟵★⿯⏵⦔ⴧThe thing named Kolyastavia should not have this trait. A blessing.

Profile 5:

Kolyastavia was not the Zofastria chosen to become a Mage. As per proper inheritance, her younger brother was the intended heir to the family name, Crest, and rightful station as head of the family. Despite being ten years Kolyastavia's junior, the 11-year old Nikolai Yavitzi Zofastria was to learn the ways of Zofastrian magic and be inscribed with the curse-laden Magic Crest as appropriate.

It was, however, the strange and untimely advent of the 5th Grail War which caused a change in plans. The young Nikolai had not even begun his magical training in earnest, and the gentle heart of the child would be unfit for a battle between mages. So thought his father, but left with a conundrum, he had few options before him.

It was at that time, that the meek and soft-spoken Kolyastavia, stepped forth with her proposition.

"I've learned the fundamentals of magic. I know the rituals. I'll take the Crest, and claim the Grail for the Zofastria family."

In truth, she had no interest in the Grail. Her peaceful life with her family, in her comfortable and cold little hometown, were more than enough for her. She only wanted to spare Nikolai the danger of fighting, the pain of training, and the misery of killing. To spare her brother the horrors of the life of a Mage, Kolyastavia took it upon herself.

Profile 6:

She was unfit.

Her body was falling apart.

Blood seeped from her skin, and pain wracked her every movement.

She screamed, again and again, but it didn't stop.

She screamed louder, hoping with stubborn futility, that if her voice let out all the screaming from her nerves, the pain would leave her body and splatter against the wall.

The Magic Crest of Zofastria was too much for a child of God to bear.

It filled her blood with vinegar, it turned her teeth to glass.

It peeled her skin from her bones, it twisted her tongue inside her mouth.

It pricked her eyes with thistles, it boiled her bile in her gut.

Every resentment, every anger, every spite-burned last word of her remorseless ancestors lashed her inside and out.

By some unknown grace, it would stop, sometimes. Perhaps simply when her Magic Circuits could yield no more hatred, and her exhaustion allowed her rest enough to cry. The salt of her own eyes would be as flaying knives on her cheeks.

It would be at times like these that others would be permitted to come near her.

Her father would not come near. He feared the Crest more than he pitied his daughter. He would offer cold comforts of improvement each time, each time a lie from his lips. If anything, it was getting worse.

Her mother would bring her food and drink, but to even look at it made the thing called Kolyastavia retch and gag. To eat it was impossible. A single bite of bread would convert to mana and, freshly invigorated, the curses would awaken angrier than before.

Cousins, aunts and uncles, distant relatives, poured support and words of meaningless encouragement. They were eager for a Master like no other, a Mage like unto the golden age of the Zofastria centuries lost. They barely knew the name of the thing called Kolyastavia.

Only Nikolai offered any true comfort. Against his father's wishes, against the many shouted warnings, he would approach his accursed sister and embrace her warmly. Her cold skin reminded him of playful winters with her, and the chill of the nights where he'd swaddle deep in his blankets. His warmth and the small strength of his young arms was the only thing that didn't feel like razors dragged through her skin.

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(Might write more if I feel like it.)

[thesilliestrovingalive]

Updated February 1, 2025

Dilovar

POTENTIAL TRIGGER: Viewer discretion is advised due to references to death, torture, slavery, child abuse, pedophilia, incest, necrophilia, SA, and human experimentation.

Real name: Dilovar Renatvych Matviyenko (born as Kosmas-9)

Alias: Beast of the Great Jungle

Nicknames: Divo and Niney

Occupation: 1st Lieutenant of Division 6, double agent for the Ptolemaic Army, Captain of the Phantom Strike, and cadet for the P.F. Squad (formerly)

Retirement plans: He has no plans outside of military service because he doesn't believe he'll survive long enough to make it to his retirement day

Special skills: Proficiency in nanotechnology and espionage work, mastery of the jungle, dream walking, and glamouring, negotiating peace treaties, spear throwing, and systema

Abilities: A network of translucent, vein-like tubes, coated with a thin layer of blood, cerebrospinal fluid, and fatty tissue, facilitates the nanobots' movement throughout his body. These tubes connect to his central nervous system, cardiovascular system, and muscular system. Once activated, the nanobots rapidly regenerate torn muscles and amplify his strength during combat, visibly evident by the pronounced bulging of his veins beneath his skin and the intense flexing of his muscles. It enhances his physical strength, enabling him to shatter concrete, crush bone, lift and toss trucks with ease, and effortlessly immobilise and disarm enemies with his immense grip strength. It grants him eagle vision, stabilises his blood pressure, and covers exposed skin with a protective, translucent layer of fleshy slime.

He can vomit acidic orange goo streaked with blood and bits of white adipose tissue by altering the pH levels in the food he's digested. This process involves synthesising pigments to create the orange hue and releasing specific enzymes that break down biomolecules, leading to the production of acidic compounds. The nanobots can manipulate enemy nanotechnology and assimilate incoming nano-attacks by reprogramming them.

He can harness the nanobots to alter his mental state, transforming into a far more menacing, feral, and sadistic persona. In this state, he exhibits erratic behaviour, marked by maniacal laughter, heavy panting, animalistic sounds, uncontrollable drooling, and foaming at the mouth. His physical strength increases, enabling him to tear through skin with his teeth and hands, leap across vast chasms with ease, and snap steel bars with a tightened grip. Despite his ferocious transformation, he retains a semblance of rational thought, enabling him to distinguish friend from foe and revert to a more sane state of mind at will.

Hobbies: River tracing, smoking his hookah, exploring ancient cities and old temples, reading and playing ero guro manga and video games, and doing traditional Ukrainian folk crafts with friends

Likes: Sleeping with his 36-year-old baby blanket, when he got the chance to test-drive the Black Hound, making friendship bracelets, liquidating enemies, and jungle wildlife

Dislikes: Hilde Garn, child molestation, gruesome sacrifices, people dictating his identity and life’s purpose, and being the ultimate killing machine for the Ptolemaic Army and Phantom Strike

Favourite food: Holubtsi with roasted bacon strips, jalapeno cheddar cream cheese, iron eggs, and garlic buttered poppy seed bublik

Favourite drink: Kaoliang liquor mixed with kvass

Sexuality: Sex-favourable, demiromantic pansexual

Gender: Male

Age: 15 (in 2022), 21 (in 2028), 23 (in 2030), 25 (in 2032), 27 (in 2034), 34 (in 2041), 36 (in 2043), 37 (in 2044), and 40 (in 2047)

Blood type: B-

Weight: 198 lbs. (89 kg)

Design: He’s a 6’ 4” (193.04 cm) Tajik-Ukrainian mesomorph of Taiwanese, Russian, and Arabic descent with a lean, powerful build, well-defined muscles, chiseled limbs, an upside-down trapezoidal chest, broad shoulders, a subtly rounded midsection, high cheekbones, and a Roman nose. He has copper-toned skin, pale azure eyes with flecks of mulberry, and three distinctive black moles: one near the right corner of his lip; a second directly below his Adam's apple; and a third above the centre of his right pectoral muscle. He has a slightly disheveled orangish-brown bowl cut with prominent curls and eye-covering bangs that fall just above the bridge of his nose.

He bears various scars, most of which he obtained in battle. These scars include: a severe grill burn covering the lower right quadrant of his face; a deep, downwards-curving gash that extends from the left corner of his lip to beneath his ear, revealing a portion of his teeth; whip lacerations and cut marks on his back and buttocks; a jagged scar running from the center of his right deltoid to his left lumbar region; a bullet graze mark on the center of the right side of his neck; and three bullet wounds located on his left kidney. In addition to these scars, his left thumb is entirely missing, the skin on his thighs has been flayed, he has a severed tendon (gastrocnemius) in his right lower leg, and a silvery stitch runs along his thoracic spinal segment. He has the name "Kosmas-9" branded sideways on his left upper arm from "K" to "9", which he attempts to conceal with worn gauze.

His military gear for the Regular Army consists of a metal dog tag necklace with his name, purple mountain majesty driving gloves, and two drop leg holsters for Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knives with jonquil straps. He sports a mauveine vest with four pockets, its original P.F. Squad logo on the back having been replaced by the Division 6 insignia. He wears a jonquil belt with a silvery white buckle, a sheath for his combat knife, a gun holster for his handgun, and an Islamic green scabbard engraved with the Orion constellation. He wields Zulfiqar, a saif sword with a dark blue hilt and wootz steel blade featuring a double-pointed tip. The weight of Zulfiqar is evenly distributed across the blade and hilt, allowing for optimal performance and enabling him to make swift, precise cuts. The blade is remarkably sharp, capable of cleaving through bone as well as the strongest vehicle and body armour.

He wears a cornflower-hued T-shirt with ripped sleeves and it features a stylised black silhouette of a running, ghostly horse encircling a sunflower with seven male Mikado pheasant tail feathers extending behind it, resembling rays of light. He wears dark green, greyish-brown, and charcoal camouflage army cargo pants, which are tucked into the same boots worn by Walter and Tyra. The pockets of Dilovar’s vest carry around a pearlescent green lighter, a note pad, a blue pen, and a pack of cherry-flavoured gum. The pockets of his army cargo pants carry around his old, tattered, and overused dirty grey baby blanket, a jadeite adder stone, and a flask of arak.

Over his T-shirt, he dons a Soldier Plate Carrier System (SPCS) with a MultiCam pattern, which carries around his walkie-talkie and ammo for other firearms. He wears three dark brown bandoliers: one over his right shoulder for his handgun bullets, one over his left shoulder for throwing knives, and one above his belt for hand grenades. He has a submachine gun with a jonquil clip-on web sling and a bolt-action sniper rifle slung over his right shoulder. Dilovar carries a purple mountain majesty load-bearing backpack that contains camping equipment, tactical explosives, portable ammo boxes, a canteen full of water, 5 bags of weed (cotton candy, sugar cookie, birthday cake, black cherry, and strawberry), a bottle of kaoliang liquor, a disguise kit, his Ptolemaic Army and Phantom Strike uniform, and a few throwing spears.

It carries a remote-controlled faux Atlas moth that was secretly designed to record conversations of interest. This device is a superior version of the insectothopter, able to overcome light winds due to its heavier size and a gas engine that lasts for 25 minutes. It carries a modified Fire Gun that’s used to release thick, metallic purplish-yellow clouds of nanobots at enemies. He can alter the properties of these nanobots to either take control of enemy actions for 6 minutes through verbal orders and thought processes or cause organ failure by emitting lethal amounts of methamphetamine, ethanol, and cyanide. It also carries a red-violet hookah, featuring a glass gourd-shaped vase adorned with two stylised golden wheat stalks encircling the centre of the body, a silvery bowl and tray, a black hose, and a pearlescent purple mouthpiece.

His military gear for the Ptolemaic Army and Phantom Strike consists of a black headset to communicate with snipers and an Improved Outer Tactical Vest (IOTV) in a caput mortuum, dark purple, and Byzantium camouflage pattern. He wears mauveine overalls modeled after those of the SWAT elite police unit with the Phantom Strike logo emblazoned on the back and the pant legs tucked into his boots. He wears dark purple knee pads and a pair of black combat boots featuring spiked jonquil soles and knives concealed in the heels. He wears a thistle-hued Eisenhower jacket, featuring purple mountain majesty cuffs edged with jonquil and golden buttons that are often left unbuttoned. He wears a gold-buckled leather belt with four silvery white pouches—two on the left and two on the right—which hold sticks of dynamite. Even in this uniform, he still has his bandoliers, drop leg holsters, combat knife sheath, gun holster, Zulfiqar, and other portable items on his person. His load-bearing backpack is replaced with a cornflower-hued one, and he dons a pair of dark purple tactical gloves.

He wears two personalised friendship bracelets. One features Walter's name in letter beads, paired with alternating olivine, ultramarine, and red-orange beads. The other bears Tyra's name, accompanied by alternating fuchsia, burgundy, and pinkish-orange beads. He wears red-violet boxer briefs and a medium sea green tank top. On his left wrist, he wears a customised Rolex GMT-Master II wristwatch, featuring purple gold accents instead of the traditional Everose gold or yellow gold.

Character summary: He feels profound shame about adhering to the religious beliefs of Ptolemaios' cult, which he views as perverted and malevolent. Their beliefs promote aggressive militarism, nihilism, and depravity, and he wants to distance himself from them. Owning Zulfiqar further compelled him to turn to Islam, seeking a more positive and morally righteous faith. However, he keeps his Islamic faith hidden from the Ptolemaic Army, fearing they will label him a traitor and ridicule him for abandoning their beliefs. Internally, he struggles with doubts about whether Islam is the right fit for him, torn between conflicting beliefs and values. 

He feels profound sympathy and concern for children who were subjected to abuse and exploitation as well as the victims of the Ptolemaic Army's brutality. He’s quick to offer comfort, while also nurturing his strong desire for justice and accountability, ensuring those responsible face consequences. Although he's intellectually brilliant, his curiosity knows no bounds as he's still learning about many things, ranging from appropriate social norms to current political and ecological events. This is the result of extreme helicopter parenting and being indoctrinated into the Ptolemaic Army's depraved and oppressive ideology with the influences of a strict military upbringing and limited access to knowledge. He despises being called "Niney" in a teasing or joking manner because he finds it insensitive and it reminds him of his birth name, which he feels is dehumanising.

He's calculating and sly, using his wit to get himself out of tricky situations, manipulate targets into cooperating with him, and predict his opponents' next moves through careful observation of their behaviour. He's prudently watchful, staying on high alert for danger, keeping a close eye out for traitors, and taking deliberate action at the right moment to ensure tasks are completed effectively. He's a lively, fairly open-minded person who attempts to mask his inherent pessimism with excessive optimism and a radiant, gentle smile. He has a quirky sense of humour, ranging from lighthearted and hilarious to dark and bewildering. However, it can sometimes border on uncomfortable weirdness.

When he's in a goofy and happy mood, he becomes quite flamboyant, cracking jokes, flirting shamelessly, and engaging in playful antics. When intoxicated, he’s prone to temper tantrums, exhibits overly lascivious behaviour towards anyone who catches his attention, and becomes attention-seeking, extremely clingy, jovial, and boisterous. Despite being incredibly intimidating and capricious, he’s a surprisingly respectful, well-mannered, and affectionate peace negotiator. While he can be compassionate and easy-going, he’s also capable of apathy and has a quick temper, particularly when he feels paranoid. Furthermore, he struggles with uncontrollable aggressive outbursts and flashes of intense arrogance and lust.

He's fiercely independent and often prefers to work alone, but will team up with others when he deems it necessary. He’s extremely obedient and reliable, being able to keep secrets and easily follow instructions without rarely questioning them. Furthermore, he's stubbornly determined and hardworking, tirelessly pursuing his goals and fulfilling his duties. There are rare moments where he’ll rebel, especially when it feels as though things are being taken too far or something might actually put his friends’ lives in danger for no reason. As a thrill-seeker, he’s absolutely drawn to danger, which fills him with exhilaration and a sense of being truly alive. He's a sadomasochist driven by intensely heightened killer instincts and an unrelenting thirst for bloodlust. Additionally, he exhibits occasional voyeuristic tendencies and experiences vivid sexual fantasies that evoke strong arousal and deep-seated confusion.

Despite his unimaginable fearlessness, he has a deep-seated fear of punishment, making mistakes (no matter how minor they are), and abandonment by those he cares about. He's not particularly fond of people asking about his personal life and would firmly tell them not to ask such questions. However, he'll make an exception if he realises the person is trustworthy or if he believes sharing the information won't have significant consequences. He craves emotional and physical intimacy, but struggles to express his true feelings due to a fear of rejection. Although he often comes across as superficial, he rarely intends to be shallow. Instead, he struggles to genuinely express his true emotions and grasp complex, overwhelming feelings like heartbreak. His ultimate desire is to break free from his obligations to the Ptolemaic Army, discover his true purpose and identity in life, and find people who will love and accept him for who he is unconditionally.

He lives with PTSD, prosopagnosia, and bipolar disorder, which manifests in major depressive episodes that significantly impact his daily life and manic episodes that cause him to disconnect from reality. As a result of bipolar disorder, he struggles with overwhelming sadness, a profound loss of pleasure, and intense anxiety stemming from the fear of losing control. He’s a lucid dreamer that experiences sleepwalking episodes, which involves aggressive outbursts and bouts of crying during his sleep. Despite considering them trusted comrades, he harbours nihilistic, cynical, and indifferent views towards most people in the Regular Army, Rebel Army, Amadeus Syndicate, and Ptolemaic Army as well as humanity as a whole. Whenever he encounters a pair of glowing red eyes, he believes he's being haunted by a restless spirit sent by the Avatar of Evil to carefully monitor his movements. This deeply unsettles him, and he wishes it would leave him alone forever. However, he realises this wish is futile, so he tries to ignore it by pretending it's just a foolish hallucination.

Due to being able to speak Quechua, it aided him in being on excellent terms with the South Pacific P’isqu Runakuna ("bird people" in Quechua) and Brazilian Nina Runakuna ("fire people" in Quechua). He empathises with their struggles of feeling exploited and misunderstood by others, and goes out of his way to assist them. He regards them as family because they welcome him into their community and reciprocate the respect he shows them. He doesn't care about Ptolemaios' deputies because he views them as "blind and moronic dogs" that only serve to please him and satisfy their own darkest desires. However, he secretly admires Anastasia and 1st Lieutenant Wired, viewing them as the most sane and human deputies compared to the others.

He harbours intense disdain for his father, Colonel Hilde Garn, due to the physical, verbal, and sexual abuse he suffers at his hands in private. However, he's afraid to defy him due to the numerous times he has been severely punished for doing so. He simply wishes that his father could treat him with genuine love and not view him merely as a killing machine and an heir to fulfill his role once he's gone. He feels most appreciated and cherished by his father when he praises him for his mission successes and recognizes his capabilities as a great fighter, which encourages him to be his best and try to please him. Strangely enough, this desire to please his father and gain his undivided attention and love has led to him developing a negative Oedipus complex at a young age, which remains unresolved. This fuels his neurosis, filling him with obsessive thoughts about brutally murdering his father and making love to his mangled corpse.

He’s close friends with Walter and Tyra, who were the first people to make him feel human and treat him with love, respect, and acceptance. Around them, he feels comfortable being himself, but if they express discomfort, he respects their boundaries, giving them space or stopping whatever caused the issue because he doesn't want to jeopardise their friendship. He’s fiercely protective of Walter and Tyra, willing to sacrifice his own needs to ensure their safety, happiness, and comfort. With their help and support, he was able to make a couple of friends and acquaintances with people like Gimlet, Allen Jr., and Nathalie. He cherishes every moment spent with those who bring joy and vitality to his life, such as Ralf and Hyakutaro.

Tyra's past abuse at the hands of the Ptolemaic Army evokes deep sorrow and fuels his intense hatred and desire for righteous vengeance against his employers. He’s deeply infatuated with Tyra, drawn to her gentleness towards him, the respectful manner in which she comforts him, and her remarkable bravery and steadfast independence. He’s the most affectionate with Tyra, often showering her with warm hugs and gentle nuzzles, as he feels profoundly safe and unconditionally loved in her presence. He has romantic feelings for Walter, but he's unsure how to express them and fears his emotions won't be reciprocated. He skillfully conceals his romantic interest in both Tyra and Walter, unsure of how to navigate these emotions or determine if his feelings for them are genuinely rooted in romance.

He maintains a neutral stance on morality, recognizing its inherent subjectivity. Nevertheless, he advocates for personal autonomy in determining right and wrong, allowing individuals to draw inspiration from others as needed. He believes that warfare is a futile and destructive tactic employed by political and militant powers to eliminate opposition and impose their national, moral, and personal ideologies. In his opinion, war instills fear in civilians, demonstrating the brutality of violence, expansionism, and capitalist greed. He believes that life and death are inseparable and interdependent, necessary for the universe's continued existence. To him, worldly life serves as a test of a person's moral character, encouraging individuals to accumulate good deeds and avoid evil, lest they face eternal damnation. Furthermore, he thinks that every person's death is predetermined, and upon passing, they embark on a journey into the afterlife, where their soul is ultimately reabsorbed into the universe.

Backstory: Kosmas-9 was born on June 25, 2007 in Kholodnyi Yar, Ukraine. His mother gave birth to him in the guest room of his father’s mansion, which was located in a remote area far from any major Ukrainian cities. His father, Renat Matviyenko, also known by his codename "Hilde Garn”, is a Ukrainian of Russian and Taiwanese descent. A highly respected and feared Colonel in the Regular Army, he possesses unmatched expertise in guerrilla warfare, honed from his experience as a high-ranking mercenary for the Theophylaktos Union. His mother, Farzona Qurbonova, is a Tajik of Arabic descent and a communications specialist and weapons technician for the Regular Army. She secretly works as a masked soldier, serving as a double agent and an expert in ancient technology for Ptolemaios' cult.

He’s the ninth attempt at a perfected clone for Colonel Hilde Garn because the previous ones were deemed failures. Due to visible deformities, high levels of defiance and impulsivity, and severe psychosis, they were terminated and improved upon in subsequent clones with the goal of creating one that more closely resembled its parent. Although Kosmas-9 was born with a couple of physical differences due to his mother’s DNA slightly mixing with Hilde Garn's dominant genetic code, his father considered him a success. He was glad that his plan to model the perfect heir was now in motion after eight failed attempts. Farzona would aid in Hilde Garn's plans for Kosmas-9, seeing him as a potential asset for Ptolemaios' ambitions.

As a result of inheriting his father's inhuman genes, he proved to be a remarkably intelligent child, despite lacking certain physical characteristics typical of a Tuatha Dé Danann descendant. At just two months old, he uttered his first words: "tato" and "maty". By the age of 1, he could identify all European countries without referencing a map and accurately pronounce their names. When he turned 4-years-old, he would sneak into his father's private office to read books on war history and a rare volume featuring international gun catalogues. Before his 7th birthday, Dilovar demonstrated a profound understanding of the philosophies surrounding morality and war as well as distinctive perspectives on life and death. At 8, he began seeing a pair of glowing red eyes and believed he was being haunted by an evil spirit, but he kept quiet about it, fearing harsh scolding.

Not wanting to continuously call him Kosmas-9, Farzona gave him the name Dilovar Renatvych Matviyenko in honor of his remarkable bravery and his lineage as the direct biological son of a well-seasoned military officer. She treated him with profound tenderness and consistently love bombed him, making him feel extremely special. She rarely scolded him for the mischievous and disturbing things he did, such as drawing on the walls with crayons and breaking the neck of a wounded wood lark she had brought in to care for. This was because she believed he could do no wrong and sought to shape him into the perfect servant for the Avatar of Evil. At midnight, she would sneak into his room and inappropriately touch him, claiming it was okay and that she was only showing him affection.

Hilde Garn was the exact opposite, preferring to address him by Kosmas-9 because he sought to distance himself from his son until he proved worthy of the name his mother had given him. However, on occasion, he would affectionately refer to him as Divo, particularly on days when his son exhibited good behaviour and successfully completed his assigned tasks. He was cold and distant, reserving praise and physical affection for instances where his son performed flawlessly. Despite this, he took his son's military training seriously, teaching him valuable skills such as hand-to-hand combat, safe handling of dangerous weaponry, survival techniques, and basic first aid. To broaden Dilovar’s experience, he often brought him to classified meetings, providing a glimpse into tactical planning and high-level military briefings. At the age of 5, Hilde Garn taught Dilovar all the Slavic languages, Taiwanese, Chinese, and some Arabic, which he quickly grasped without major difficulties.

When Farzona was away at work, his father would often subject him to physical, verbal, and sexual abuse. He would viciously berate him, using derogatory terms to belittle him and unleashing wrathful, long-winded lectures. These tirades would focus on his perceived inadequacies with his father berating him as a disgrace and pathetic for failing to follow instructions, particularly during training sessions on handling weapons or completing everyday tasks like chopping vegetables or doing laundry. When he became extremely angry with Dilovar, he would throw him into his bedroom, lock the door, pin him to the floor, and either smash his head with alcohol bottles or strangle him to the point of difficulty breathing during the sexual assault, while also verbally degrading him.

On one occasion, Hilde Garn caused his son to suffer a grill burn by pushing his face into the flaming hot grill when he became frustrated with Dilovar's struggles to flip an expensive steak. He also carved Dilovar’s designation name into the skin of his upper arm with his mother’s ceremonial dagger as a constant reminder of his perceived identity and purpose. He would manipulate his son into believing that the abuse was a sign of love and care, attempting to normalise the behavior, but Dilovar intuitively knew it was wrong.

Although he didn't fully trust his mother due to her non-consensual touching, he found the most comfort in her. She was the only parent who showed him affection, even though she never intervened to stop Hilde Garn's abuse. Whenever his father was away, Farzona would praise Dilovar after he successfully completed a task, adorn his hair with flowers, and bake delicious desserts with him. She also sparked his interest in arts and crafts, which led him to try traditional Ukrainian crafts that his mother had taught him. His mother had learned these crafts during her time in Ukraine. Notably, he was able to replicate each craft with very few errors. Farzona taught him about ancient cultures and technologies, the esoteric beliefs of the Ptolemaic Army, magical disciplines that fascinated him, and how to efficiently complete his chores.

His parents heavily restricted him from leaving the Matviyenko mansion, fearing that outside influences would undo their hard work and change him into a completely different person. However, he was permitted to venture outdoors and walk around the courtyard and backyard. The only visitors he regularly encountered at the mansion were Hilde Garn's aide-de-camps, Lieutenant Colonel Macba and 1st Lieutenant Wired. He harboured a strong dislike for Macba, who frequently subjected him to aggressive teasing and snarky comments. In contrast, he found Wired tolerable because he treated him with respect and kindness, despite his stoic and weary demeanour.

His mother would mysteriously disappear from his life, filling him with dread as he didn’t want to be stuck with his father. However, Hilde Garn managed to manipulate him into believing that his mother abandoned him because she never truly loved him. He also told Dilovar that his mother was only manipulating him, so she could use him for nefarious purposes, potentially planning to sacrifice him to a malevolent deity or condemn him to the "slave pens" when he reached early adolescence. This revelation deeply shocked him, who was grieving and struggling to accept her disappearance. He became disdainful towards his mother for taking advantage of him. As a result, he grew more accustomed to his father and learned to somewhat love and appreciate him, grateful that he hadn't abandoned him and was actually taking care of him. His father also became somewhat less abusive and more affectionate, although he remained somewhat aloof and would occasionally distance himself from Dilovar.

Shortly after the Ptolemaic Army's detrimental failure against the Regular Army in the Arms Deal Barrage, Hilde Garn introduced Dilovar to Ptolemaios. Although Ptolemaios was initially distrustful, he came to respect Dilovar as the biological son of Hilde Garn, one of his official deputies, and Farzona, one of his trusted and well-liked masked soldiers. As the son of a masked soldier, the cult lavished him with affection and praise. They believed he was worthy of their attention due to his supposed innate "sacred connection" to the Avatar of Evil, which was a result of his birth to a fertile and dedicated masked soldier. The cult would complete the indoctrination process his mother started during his young child years, fully immersing him into their beliefs and values. To achieve this, they isolated him from his father and potential comrades by taking him on a weekend retreat to a secret compound located on the outskirts of the Soursop Jungle. They taught him Quechua and introduced him to the Nina Runakuna, which would lead to a strong mutual bond with the Brazilian tribe.

Seeing great potential in him, Hilde Garn would be granted permission by Ptolemaios to put him through scientific experiments. These experiments included testing the nanotechnology that the Ptolemaic Army received from the Martians. His memories of these experiments are very hazy because he was often drugged with hallucinogens and anesthesia to distract him from what was happening. He can only recall that they injected nanobots into his spinal cord and the muscles of his thighs, and it was incredibly painful. It felt like his blood was flaring up, his skin was being crudely peeled off, and his muscles were painfully spasming. After the experiments were finished, he was put under rigorous training to hone his mastery over nanotechnology.

During his time in the Ptolemaic Army and Phantom Strike, he was utilised to eliminate traitors, conduct investigations into potential strategic locations and threats, breed new cultists and soldiers, and satisfy the sexual desires of the masked soldiers. His exceptional tactical prowess, strong work ethic, and fierce independence earned him a swift promotion to Captain of the Phantom Strike. Many of the female masked soldiers took a particular liking to him, citing his impressive physique and masculine charm. One of them even gifted him Zulfiqar as a sign of genuine respect and a gesture of admiration. Rumors circulated within the Ptolemaic Army that Zulfiqar was either a divine gift from the Avatar of Evil or the result of an abandoned Martian experiment in swordsmithing, fearing its power could thwart their future conquests. Upon discovering Zulfiqar's origins in the Islamic faith, he converted to Islam, but kept his new faith hidden from the Ptolemaic Army.

After receiving intel from an abyssal masked soldier with a contingent of special forces operatives about the P’isqu Runakuna being located on a South Pacific island belonging to the Peregrine Falcons Squad, Ptolemaios and Hilde Garn decided that Dilovar should serve as a double agent. They hoped to leverage his skills to gather important, classified information about the Regular Army, which they could use once the Ptolemaic Army was prepared to launch its conquest. As Dilovar had no existing files, since Hilde Garn wanted to keep him a classified secret, his father forged his Social Insurance Number and birth certificate, and intentionally included false information. Specifically, his birth year was changed from 2007 to 2010, making him the perfect age to join the Peregrine Falcons Squad's cadet program. His school files were also forged to present himself as a worthy candidate for the Peregrine Falcons Squad. He also opened a bank account in Dilovar's name, depositing substantial sums of money into it each time he successfully completed a mission.

At age 22 (though his forged birth certificate listed him as 18), Dilovar was officially accepted into the Peregrine Falcons Squad after acing the written test with a perfect score. He was quickly assigned to the "misfit batch" due to his violent outbursts and manic highs, which often unsettled those around him. His misanthropic view of his fellow cadets, combined with his inhuman abilities, unnatural tactical expertise, and unyielding independence, made him a poor fit for the traditional cadet groups. He befriended Tyra and Walter, going out of his way to teach them important tactical skills like knife fighting and grenade deployment. As he did, he slowly began to trust his fellow cadets, seeing them as worthy and respectable allies. Through them, his eyes were opened to the corruption and moral ambiguity of the Ptolemaic Army, which proved to be far more flawed than he had initially believed.

Each training course was a walk in the park for him, but he decided to spice things up by teaching himself systema, a popular Russian martial art. Meanwhile, he covertly stole classified documents, accessed restricted data on building Slugs, and pilfered weaponry from the Regular Army. His two drill instructors didn't pay much attention to him because he outperformed the rest of the "misfit batch". However, the female instructor took a particular liking to him, showing him both flirtatious attention and maternal warmth in private. He eventually had a brief sexual affair with her, and in return, she shared valuable intelligence on the geography, flora, and fauna of the South Pacific archipelago, a region that would serve as the final training ground for the P.F. Squad cadets.

Upon arriving at the South Pacific archipelago with his fellow cadets, he plunged headfirst into the jungle. Venturing in alone, he utilised his weaponry and rations, which he had discreetly obtained from a Ptolemaic Army special forces operative before boarding the PA33-21 Boat. During this time, he honed his skills in navigating the jungle, developing a deep understanding of its biodiversity and geography. He was overjoyed to have the chance to work and explore in a jungle setting for the first time rather than just attending military meetings with Ptolemaic Army soldiers or taking solitary walks with high-ranking officials.

While trekking through the jungle to practice his stealth skills and locate food and water sources, he stumbled upon a group of P’isqu Runakuna children being surrounded by Rebel Army extremists and bikers, who intended to use them as hostages. The children's plight reminded him of the Nina Runakuna, and he felt compelled to help. He quickly subdued the Rebels, choosing to knock them unconscious and scare them off with warnings rather than causing them harm. Overjoyed and grateful, the children explained that while chasing a Pacific swallow, they had become lost and inadvertently stumbled upon the "scary armed men". He escorted them back to their village safely, earning the community's gratitude for his bravery and humility. Over the next couple of days, he assisted the villagers with hunting and construction projects while learning about their culture, which led to them seeing him as a friend.

During his time with the P’isqu Runakuna, he discovered that they possessed a mysterious monolith bearing cryptic writing that detailed ancient knowledge about the Avatar of Evil and Sol Dae Rokker. He persuaded them to take him to the monolith, and they agreed. Dilovar sailed with a group of P’isqu Runakuna villagers to a remote area of the South Pacific archipelago, seeking to fulfill his request to visit the enigmatic monolith. However, upon arrival, the villagers were brutally massacred by Rebel Infantrymen, who had established a makeshift hideout in the area. The Rebels, residing in their half-finished "dungeon”, captured Dilovar. Recognising him as the man their superior had mentioned, the Rebel soldiers promptly transported him via helicopter to an abandoned building located beneath a staircase in a ruined area, near the jungle entrance. There, Dilovar discovered that his female drill instructor was secretly a Rebel ally named Sagan.

Sagan forcibly confined him to a cramped cage, and Dilovar offered little resistance, finding the situation oddly amusing and exciting. He was interrogated by her, who sought information about his purpose, army allegiance, and any valuable technology, weaponry or expertise his army possessed. Despite her offers of sexual favors and comfortable treatment, Dilovar remained resolute in his silence. When coercion failed, Sagan resorted to stripping him bare, subjecting him to whipping and cutting, and even amputating his thumb. The ordeal culminated in Dilovar being forced to witness the gruesome executions of a small handful of P.F. Squad cadets. Yet, throughout the torture, he refused to share any confidential information, remaining oblivious to Sagan's true intentions. He would often engage in playful teasing with Sagan, attempt to initiate conversations with suggestive undertones, make threats of death and rape during explosive outbursts of aggression or offer respectful compliments on her appearance.

One night, while Sagan was absent, two Rebel bodyguards were tasked to carefully watch over Dilovar. Seizing an opportunity, he cleverly deceived them into opening his cage, pretending he needed to relieve himself. Unbeknownst to the guards, Dilovar had secretly managed to free his wrists from the ropes. As the bodyguards unlocked the cage, Dilovar swiftly activated his feral persona and launched a ferocious attack, mutilating the guards. He then gathered his belongings and navigated his way back to the P’isqu Runakuna. Once he found their village, he began formulating a plan to launch a counterattack against the Rebel forces.

He, alongside Hyakutaro and Issenmantaro, fought the Shoe tank before the entrance of the Rebel Army's latest base of operations after receiving intel from Rumi that Sagan was around. After destroying the tank and forcing the surviving contingent of Rebel soldiers to surrender, they learned that Sagan was devising an escape plan and used the Shoe tank as a decoy. Although he considered taking drastic action against the pilot, Torquil, to satisfy his bloodlust, Hyakutaro advised against it, stating it wasn't worth their time. He spared Torquil's life after the pilot offered encouraging compliments, showing respect for Dilovar and his team's tactical prowess, and revealed the location of the Cabracan.

Once the Survival Island Occupation was over, he bid farewell to the P’isqu Runakuna and promised to visit them again. Following the incident, Dilovar graduated with top honors alongside Walter and Tyra. He then joined Division 6, having accepted Hyakutaro's invitation, and rose to the rank of 1st Lieutenant. During his visit to the Ptolemaic Army’s compound in Osaka, Japan, he secretly shared the location of the Monoeyes monolith and key information about the P’isqu Runakuna, including their fighting style and beliefs, with Ptolemaios and his deputies. They decided to allow him to continue working as a double agent, seeking to gain insight into the Regular Army and their latest special forces unit, Division 6.

[theresnomasterplan]

intro to my 𝑒𝑑 blog ,,

the basics .

i’m not really pro-anything, i don’t care what you do with your life [ as long as you’re not doing anything to bother me ]

i’m also not new to edblr , but that doesn’t necessarily mean i’m a good source for tips on losing weight

i’m a minor,, a teenager, really. this is my main blog.

i’ll use this account for complaining and letting the internet know about how i feel when it comes to my ed. i’m not really looking for friends // anything of the sort. i’m also not completely adverse to having an @n@ coach, though, it’s highly unlikely i’ll actually pair up with one in the foreseeable future .

also, sorry if i don’t reply to dms …

my stats .

current

height — ~ 4 ‘ 11 . 5 ft ; ~ 151 . 13 cm

weight — ~ 105 lbs ; ~ 47 kg

bmi — ~ 20 . 9

goals

weight i — 90 lbs ; 40 . 82 kg

bmi i — 17 . 9

weight ii — 85 lbs ; 38 . 55 kg

bmi ii — 16 . 9

weight iii — 80 lbs ; 36 . 28 kg

bmi iii — 15 . 9

[theanticool]

Paris Olympics Combat Sports Start Times - July 27th

Not going to do this for every day but since the Olympics start in this weekend, just going to throw a couple of start tims up for people who are looking to tune in.

JUDO

4 am ET - Women's -48 KG and Men's -60 KG: Includes first 3 rounds (round of 32, 16, and quarterfinals)

10 am ET - Women's -48 KG and Men's -60 KG: Repechage, Semifinals, and Finals.

If you are a fellow American looking for American competitors, the only one competing on Saturday will be Maria Celia Laborde at women's 48 kg at 4am ET.

BOXING - All Round of 32 bouts

9:30 am ET - Women's 54 KG

10:18 am ET - Women's 60 KG

11:06 am ET - Men's 63.5 KG

11:38 am ET - Men's 80 KG

2:00 pm ET - Women's 54 KG

2:48 pm ET - Women's 60 KG

3:36 pm ET - Men's 63.5 KG

4:08 pm ET - Men's 80 KG

Again, if you're looking for an American to root for, the only one competing on Saturday will be Jajaira Gonzalez, who will be competing in the women's 60 KG division at like 3:20 pm ET.

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INTRO

I've never made an intro on here so it's about time

I'm stix (not my real name) ftm

I'm 21 had an £D since around 14/15 and about a million edblrs since

Went through a bad breakup 4 yrs ago and turned to alchahol I gained over 4st and I'm here to lose it for good

Safe space for everyone but minors pls find a community ur age group 🙏 (if you're a minor and I've already interacted w you please lmk so i can unfollow)

Stats:

Hw: 12.7 st (178 lbs/ 80.7 kg)

Lw: 8 st (112 lbs/ 50.8 kg)

Sw: 11.6 st (162.4 lbs/ 73.6 kg)

Cw: 11.3 st (158.2 lbs/ 71.8 kg)

Gw1: 10 st (140 lbs/ 63.5 kg)

Gw2: 9 st (126 lbs/ 57.2 kg)

Gw3: 8 st (112 lbs/ 50.8 kg)

Ugw: 7.5 st (105 lbs/ 47.6 kg)

Height: 5ft 5 (152.4 cm/ 1.52 m)

Waist: 38.5 in

Hips: 36 in

Thighs: 23.5 in

Arms: 10.9 in

Lw waist: 24 in

gw waist: 20 in

BMI: 26.8

26.4

This is just an online diary for me

I'm pro recovery (just not for me lol)

Stay safe out there <3

[freshofftherunwayyy]

Starting Omad until i see 40kg on the scale. (14-18 weeks) and lose 7kg

1350 cals and under

Omad day 1: 🟢

Omad day 2: -0.00kg from starting weight | 🟡

Omad day 3: -0.50kg from starting weight | 🟡

Omad day 4: -1.30 kg from starting weight | 🟡

Omad day 5: -1.30 kg from starting weight | 🔴

Omad day 5: -1.30 kg from starting weight | 🔴

Omad day 6: -0.70 kg from starting weight | 🟡

Omad day 7: -1.50 kg from starting weight | 🟡

Omad day 8: -1.50 kg from starting weight | 🔴

Omad day 9: -1.30kg from starting weight | 🟢

Omad day 10: -1.50kg from starting weight | 🟡

Omad day 11: -2.00kg from starting weight | 🟡

Omad day 12: -1.90kg from starting weight | 🔴

Omad day 13: -1.70kg from starting weight | 🔴

Omad day 14: -1.10kg from starting weight | 🔴

Omad day 15: -1.10kg from starting weight | 🟡

Omad day 16: -2.20kg from starting weight | 🟡

Omad day 17: -2.20kg from starting weight | 🟡

Omad day 18: -2.30kg from starting weight | 🟡

Omad day 19: -2.20kg from starting weight | 🟡

Omad day 20: -1.30kg from starting weight | 🟡

EALAP day 21: -1.00 kg from starting weight | 🟡

ELAP day 22: -1.60kg from starting weight | 🔴

ELAP day 23: ??? from starting weight | 🔴

From now on my plan is to eat as little as possible. Wake up drink water stretch and walk outside before work. Have my protein coffee. I will try to eat as little as possible during the day. So I will mostly eat coffee, protein coffe hot or cold, Coke Zero, tea zero, hot green tea, sparkling water, monster, protein bread, apple or other fruit, vegetable soup, ice sticks. If I feel like I really am very hungry I can have a toast with thin slices of bread. Protein shakes. Yogurt (preferably Greek 0%). Steak or chicken with vegetables. No oil or very little. Cottage cheese. Tuna. Cucumber. The key is to have each ingredient separately on its own. On top of that I will be walking 10k steps (try to split it in 3x30 min walks) go to the gym and then ballet 4x a week. The key is to have all these little ingredients on the fridge and also to be tidy and organised in your room, bathroom and kitchen. Also to have a night routine (more than a morning routine) —> watch a video while you tidy up brush teeth drink water / infusion and then relax.

I don’t want to sabotage myself because I genuinely want and prefer to see the scale go down, to feel light and to feel like I am losing slowly(not necessarily, even fast) but surely, feeling like I am doing everything right, staying busy, not think about food, not have a full meal but instead eat here and there based on my intuition and cravings. Not go over my maximum deficit calories (at the beginning of post). Remember my why and be in my honeymoon phase forever. Remember that truly I feel like no food is worth being eaten no more for me.

Goal is to hit -3.50kg before the end of the year

ELAP day 24: -0.80kg from starting weight | 🩸| 🟡 | 1526cal

ELAP day 25: -1.30kg from starting weight | 🩸| 🟢 | 1200cal

ELAP day 26: -1.30kg from starting weight | 🩸| 🟡 1692 cal

ELAP day 27: ??? from starting weight | 🩸| 2200 cal 🔴

ELAP day 28: -1.00kg from starting weight | 1250 cal 🟢

ELAP day 29: -1.50kg from starting weight | 1288 cal 🟢

ELAP day 30: -2.20kg from starting weight | 1585 cal 🟡

ELAP day 31: ??? from starting weight | 1350 cal 🟢

ELAP day 32: ??? from starting weight | 1400 cal 🟡

ELAP day 33: ??? from starting weight | 2053 cal 🔴

ELAP day 34: -1.90kg from starting weight | 1336 cal 🟢

ELAP day 35: -1.90kg from starting weight | < 1350 cal 🟢

ELAP day 36: -2.30kg from starting weight | 1060 cal 🟢

ELAP day 37: -2.70kg from starting weight | 1414 cal 🟢

ELAP day 38: -2.10 kg from starting weight | 2396 cal 🔴

ELAP day 39: -1.70 kg from starting weight | 1900 cal 🔴

ELAP day 40: -1.70 kg from starting weight | 783 cal 🟢

ELAP day 41: -2.20 kg from starting weight | 1637 cal 🟡

ELAP day 42: -2.20 kg from starting weight | 931 cal 🟢

ELAP day 43: -2.60 kg from starting weight | 1245 cal 🟢

ELAP day 44: -2.60 kg from starting weight | 1598 cal 🟡

ELAP day 45: ??? from starting weight | ?? >2000-2300 cal 🔴

ELAP day 46: -2.30 kg from starting weight | 1406 cal 🟡

ELAP day 47: -2.30 kg from starting weight | 1784 cal 🟡

ELAP day 48: -2.30 kg from starting weight | 1600 cal 🟡

ELAP day 49: -2.30 kg from starting weight | 1317 cal 🟢

ELAP day 50: -2.30 kg from starting weight | 969 cal 🟢

ELAP day 51: -2.30 kg (later -2.80 kg) from starting weight | 1862 but threw up so prob 1362 🟡

ELAP day 52: - ??? from starting weight | 480 cal 🟢

ELAP day 53: - 2.90 kg from starting weight | 1653 cal 🟡

ELAP day 54: - 2.50 kg from starting weight | 2500 cal 🔴

ELAP day 55: - ??? from starting weight | 1942 🔴

I don’t want to lose Focus. I trulli don’t want that. I noticed it helps not to buy the foods, eat an apple and an orange or some fruit like that very watery. And then the hunger is gone. Maybe a little toast maybe a coffee maybe a yogurt. Don’t buy sushi. Don’t buy milka. You can continue tomorrow. Remember that you don’t want to eat. You don’t enjoy it. You don’t even have hunger. You love the feeling of emptiness and lightness. To you food is not that appealing.

ELAP day 56: - 2.50 kg from starting weight | 1950 🔴

ELAP day 57: - ??? from starting weight | 2020 🔴

ELAP day 58: - 2.50 kg from starting weight | 1206 cal 🟢

ELAP day 59: - 2.50 kg from starting weight | ~ 2450 cal 🔴

ELAP day 60: - 2.50 kg from starting weight | 1520 cal 🟡

I should have lost -3.75kg by now (at least 3.33kg) but that’s okay I am falling in love with restricting and walking so I am going to lose it anyway

ELAP day 61: - ??? from starting weight | 1344 🟢

ELAP day 62: - 2.60 kg from starting weight | 1270 cal 🟢

ELAP day 63: - 2.60 kg from starting weight | 1618 cal 🟡

ELAP day 64: - 2.60 kg from starting weight | 1540 cal 🟡

ELAP day 65: - 2.60 kg from starting weight | 1648 cal 🟡

ELAP day 66: - 2.60 kg from starting weight | 1503 cal 🟡

ELAP day 67: - 3.10 kg from starting weight | 1170 cal 🟢

ELAP day 68: - 3.10 kg from starting weight | 1349 cal 🟢

ELAP day 69: - 3.10 kg from starting weight | 1020 cal 🟢

ELAP day 70: - 3.10 kg from starting weight | 1329 cal 🟢

ELAP day 71: - 3.20 kg from starting weight | 1800 cal 🟡

ELAP day 72: - 2.80 kg from starting weight | 2000-2200 cal 🔴

ELAP day 73: - ??? from starting weight | 2000 cal 🔴

ELAP day 74: - 2.80 kgfrom starting weight | 2200 cal 🔴

ELAP day 75: - 2.80 kg from starting weight | 3000 cal WTFFFF 🔴

ELAP day 76: - 2.20 kg from starting weight |

I don’t care how THIS saturday morning I hit -3.5 kg

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Brainwaves Bios: Winston Zeddemore (1984)

The Muscle of The Ghostbusters Winston Zeddemore

The muscle of the Ghostbusters, Winston joined when he saw an advertisement in the newspaper looking for a forth member. The most down-to-earth member of the team, originally joined for the money, but is still a loyal and heroic member of the team.

"We had the tools, we had the talent."

Name

Full Legal Name: Winston Ramsey Zeddemore

First Name: Winston

Meaning: From an English surname that was derived from the Old English given name 'Wynnstan', itself derived from the Old English elements 'Wynn' 'Joy' and 'Stan' 'Stone'.

Pronunciation: WIN-ston

Origin: English

Middle Name: Ramsey

Meaning: From an English and Scottish surname that was derived from a place name meaning 'Garlic Island' in Old English.

Pronunciation: RAM-zee

Origin: English

Surname: Zeddemore

Meaning: Meaning Unknown.

Pronunciation: ZEDD-more

Origin: Unknown

Titles: Sergeant, Mr

Nicknames: Z, Zed, Zedd

Characteristics

Age: 39

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: American Citizen. Born in America

Ethnicity: African-American

Birth Date: December 17th 1945

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Christian

Native Language: English

Known Languages: English, Spanish

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Sagittarius

Actor: Ernie Hudson

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Fayetteville, Cumberland County, North Carolina

Current Residence: North Moore Street, New York, New York

Appearance

Height: 6'3" / 191 cm

Weight: 220 lbs / 100 kg

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Black

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Moustache

Tattoos: (As of Jan 1984) None

Piercings: None

Scars: None Noticeable

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Smoker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Ghostbusters (Employee/Member)

Friends: Peter Venkman, Egon Spengler, Raymond Stantz, Janine Melnitz, Dana Barrett, Louis Tully (Sort-Of)

Significant Other: None

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Mark Zeddemore (Deceased, Father), Lucille Zeddemore (62, Mother, Née Major)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Daphne Carlisle (36, Sister, Née Zeddemore), Joseph Zeddemore (33, Brother), Patricia Baker (30, Sister, Née Zeddemore), Leon Zeddemore (27, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Olivia Carlisle (38, Daphne's Husband), Rachel Zeddemore (35, Joseph's Wife, Née Flores), Nathan Baker (32, Patricia's Husband), Susan Zeddemore (29, Leon's Wife, Née Grant)

Nieces & Nephews: Tyler Carlisle (16, Nephew), Martha Carlisle (12, Niece), Benjamin Carlisle (8, Nephew), Velma Carlisle (4, Nephew), Carter Zeddemore (13, Nephew), Zoe Zeddemore (9, Niece), Abel Zeddemore (5, Nephew), Sally Zeddemore (1, Niece), David Baker (10, Nephew), Flora Baker (6, Niece), Graham Baker (2, Nephew), Holly Zeddemore (7, Niece), Jacob Zeddemore (3, Nephew)

Children: None

Extras

Level of Education: United States Marines Training

Occupation: Ghostbuster

Employer: Ghostbusters

Expertise:

Investigations and Security Procedures Knowledge

Strategy and Tactical Analysis Knowledge

Excellent Driver

Excellent Marksman

Martial Arts Knowledge

Mechanical Knowledge

Excellent Physical Conditioning

Basic Knowledge in Piloting

Religious Studies Expert

Hopeful

Believes in a Better Reality

Informed on Current Events

Faults:

Hates Jell-O

Hates Rats

Hates Cockroaches

Motion Sickness

Seasickness

Backstory: Unlike the other three Ghostbusters, Winston Zeddemore was not originally a university professor. Winston applied for a job opening late in 1984 after business started to pick up. Janine Melnitz interviewed Winston from her desk. She asked him if he believed in UFOs, astral projections, mental telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic movement, full trans-mediums, the Loch Ness monster and the theory of Atlantis. Winston replied if there was a steady paycheque in it, he would believe anything she said. The interview was interrupted when the phone rang and by the return of the weary Peter Venkman and Raymond Stantz. Winston turned his head and observed them while Janine spoke to the caller. Raymond was not pleased to see two free repeaters on the evening worksheet. He walked to the basement Janine brought Winston to their attention. She introduced him. Winston stood. Raymond stopped and turned around. Raymond took one look at him and hired him on the spot.

[iwannabethinner13]

Monday the 15th of January

Breakfast - 110 calories

100g (3 tbps) vanilla yogurt - 89 calories

5g (2 tsp) muesli/granola - 21 calories

Lunch - 36 calories

half an apple - 36 calories

Dinner - 164 calories

3 chicken nuggets - 147 calories

Cucumber - 8 calories

1 pixy stix’s - 9 calories

Calories Consumed - 310/300 calories

Calories Burnt - 2470/2100 calories

Calorie Deficit - 2160 calories

Weight - 53.1 kg (117 lbs)

Overall I think I did pretty well, I originally thought that my calorie limit today was 350 instead of 300, and if I had realised earlier on I would have only eaten 2 meals, and then we were out of the low cal food that I was planning on eating for dinner so I had to eat a bit more than I would have liked to make my family non suspicious, but I did a lot of exercise so I’m not that upset at it.

[warrenwoodhouse]

Math Class Answers - Bully: Scholarship Edition Guide (Game Guides) (Guides) (Warren Guides)

Guide by @warrenwoodhouse #warrenwoodhouse

List of all of the answers for Math Class in the expansion pack.

MATH CLASS 1

3 + 4 = ? | Answer: 7

50 ? | Answer: 5 + 45

6 x 6 = ? | Answer: 36

Triangles ? | Answer: 2

Smallest ? | Answer: Fly

12 ? | Answer: 20 - 8

Biggest ? | Answer: Planet

Lowest ? | Answer: 203

8 + 3 = ? | Answer: 11

1/2 = ? | Answer: 0.5

Slowest ? | Answer: Monkey

120 ? | Answer: 3 x 40

7 - 5 = ? | Answer: 2

Fastest ? | Answer: Truck

99 ? | Answer: 11 x 9

12 + ? = 21 ? | Answer: 9

35 ? | Answer: 7 x 5

Fastest ? | Answer: Rocket

Squares ? | Answer: 5

0.5 x 34 = ? | Answer: 17

15 - 6 = ? | Answer: 9

Fastest ? | Answer: Racecar

0.5 = ? | Answer: 1/2

Tallest ? | Answer: Pyramid

Highest ? | Answer: 79

7 + 3 = ? | Answer: 10

24 ? | Answer: 12 x 2

MATH CLASS 2

Smallest ? | Answer: Watermelon

Fastest ? | Answer: Monkey

Triangles ? | Answer: 3

1500 ? | Answer: 30 x 50

18 - ? = 5 ? | Answer: 13

Tallest ? | Answer: Eiffel Tower

100 ? | Answer: 25 x 4

2 ? | Answer: 9 - 7

Biggest ? | Answer: Church

Highest ? | Answer: 771

Shortest ? | Answer: Birdhouse

Slowest ? | Answer: Turtle

1/4 ? | Answer: 0.25

8 + 2 = ? | Answer: 10

Triangles ? | Answer: 2

144 ? | Answer: 12 x 12

Shortest ? | Answer: Birdhouse

55 ? | Answer: 1 x 55

13 - ? = 5 ? | Answer: 8

Circles ? | Answer: 6

Fastest ? | Answer: Plane

0.75 ? | Answer: 3/4

15 ? | Answer: 3 x 5

Lowest ? | Answer: 677

Biggest ? | Answer: Truck

MATH CLASS 3

1 kg ? | Answer: 1000 g

36 ? | Answer: 6 x 6

Tallest ? | Answer: Church

0.5 ? | Answer: 1/2

360 ? | Answer: 180 x 2

Smallest ? | Answer: Pizza

Slowest ? | Answer: Snail

16 + 10 = ? | Answer: 26

2 + 9 = ? | Answer: 11

400 ? | Answer: 20 x 20

Smallest ? | Answer: Snail

Biggest ? | Answer: Planet

10 - 10 + 7 = ? | Answer: 7

Lowest ? | Answer: 2234

6 + 5 = ? | Answer: 11

Triangles ? | Answer: 7

6/18 ? | Answer: 1/3

1 g ? | Answer: 0.001 kg

17 - ? = 11 ? | Answer: 6

2 + 7 + 2 = ? | Answer: 11

Smallest ? | Answer: Whale

Fastest ? | Answer: Whale

190 - ? = 30 ? | Answer: 160

Squares ? | Answer: 7

10 + 8 + 2 = ? | Answer: 23

MATH CLASS 4

Fastest ? | Answer: Plane

Lowest ? | Answer: 0.09

Triangles ? | Answer: 7

49 ? | Answer: 57 - 8

625 g ? | Answer: 0.625 kg

Circles ? | Answer: 8

0 ? | Answer: 0 x 125

Biggest ? | Answer: Building

6 + 8 + ? = 17 ? | Answer: 3

Fastest ? | Answer: Fly

1/4 ? | Answer: 0.25

13 + 8 + 2 = ? | Answer: 23

Fastest ? | Answer: Rocket

Shortest ? | Answer: Birdhouse

15 - ? = 6 ? | Answer: 9

Triangles ? | Answer: 3

Slowest ? | Answer: Turtle

Squares ? | Answer: 7

3000 ? | Answer: 50 x 60

1 + 4 - 2 = ? | Answer: 3

Smallest ? | Answer: Key

17 + 8 = ? | Answer: 25

1200 ? | Answer: 20 x 60

48500 g ? | Answer: 48.5 kg

MATH CLASS 5

13 + 8 + 2 = ? | Answer: 23

Lowest ? | Answer: 2234

Shortest ? | Answer: Birdhouse

2 ? | Answer: 9 - 7

689 g ? | Answer: 0.689 kg

Squares ? | Answer: 8

? + 6 - 3 = 11 ? | Answer: 8

Fastest ? | Answer: Plane

Triangles ? | Answer: 4

Highest ? | Answer: 33.8

255 ? | Answer: 5 x 51

0.75 ? | Answer: 3/4

Biggest ? | Answer: Bridge

Fastest ? | Answer: Plane

1.25 ? | Answer: 5/4

Slowest ? | Answer: Pyramid

12 + 6 - 11 = ? | Answer: 7

3.14 ? | Answer: 31.4 x 0.1

7 + ? + 3 = 17 ? | Answer: 7

Triangles ? | Answer: 7

Fastest ? | Answer: Rocket

Shortest ? | Answer: Tombstone

Biggest ? | Answer: Church

1/8 ? | Answer: 0.125

Changelog

14th August 2024 at 10:28 am: Updated the list with new answers for each class

30th July 2023 at 6:00 am: Moved post to my Tumblr blog from my FANDOM blog

20th January 2019 at 7:45 pm: Moved post to my FANDOM blog from my Blogger blog

12th February 2014 at 11:06 pm: Updated the list with the announcement from Maths 4 and Maths 5

12th June 2011 at 8:35 am: Created post

[skinnyswanblog]

13.12.2023

Zjedzone: 154 kcal

Spalone: 190 kcal

Kroki: 8012

Bilans: -36 kcal

Woda: 1l

🍵☕️: ✔️

Waga: 45.0 kg

Ocena: 9/10

Ogólnie dzisiaj był świetny dzień, powstrzymałam napad, schudłam od wczoraj 1kg, wypiłam wyznaczone płyny i dobiłam kroki 🤩. Postanowiłam zamienić 5 dzień z 4 bo i tak w skali tygodnia na to samo wychodzi, a prawie byłby napad. 🎀🎀🎀

XOXO skinny girl

[tyriongirl]

Can I ask you everything !! No let's go: 9, 18, 19, 21, 36.

from this ask game

9. Build your small council with any characters dead or alive: Predictable, but Tyrion hand of the queen. Grandmaester Sarella. I know she's still studying and we know nothing about her, but I trust her. Master of coins Elaena Targaryen. Master of laws Alyssane Targaryen and we're inventing no-fault divorce to get her away from her freak husband and into some serious therapy. Master of ships Aurane Waters. Love that guy he's so funny for sleeping his way to the top without actually sleeping with anyone. Icon. The one and only instance of pretty privilege at work. Master of whispers can I be real and say we're doing triple. Can't choose between Varys Larys Myseria so they're all sharing. Idk maybe I'll do them for different regions / populations. I think they'll all be happy to share because they love me so and I am in no danger from this at all. Lord commander of the kg Brienne only true knight ‼️‼️‼️

18. A mystery you need solved NOW: Fire and Blood, but indulge me: WHAT HAPPENED TO AEREA IN VALYRIA. WHAT DID SHE SEE. Main series, what happened to the Lannister's valyrian sword.

19. A theory you’ve adopted as canon: predictable again but aegon blackfyre. It's not a theory to me it's just canon. Grrm could still twist it somehow, but it feels thematically appropriate and fits everything we know and were told through characters. I know the Hound being on the Silent Island is considered a theory, but I can't see how when the text all but tells you that's him. Like what more do you need? It's as explicit as the text would ever get. It's him. End of story. No theory is necessary when it is quite literally canon.

21. A moment that made you cry? I had to stop listening to the audiobook (shout out to davidreadsasoiaf on youtube) during the Cat grieving over Bran when he was in a coma chapter because it made me cry so much. It's such a visceral description. Brienne thinking about how she is a freak of nature and disappointment to her father also got me bad. In general, the whole Hyle Hunt Ronnet Connington general knights mocking Brienne really got to me as someone who was that ugly child that no one wanted, that people mocked for fun, that people asked out on a dare for laughs. And of course, Tyrion Jaime reunion and Tysha revelation. I knew the content beforehand and it only made it worse. I'm sure I cried many other times, I cry very easily and grrm knows how to press my buttons.

36. What’s something you wish GRRM handled better? (a character/theme/world building etc) oh um the racism. The racism mostly. Who are the dothraki characters! Give them personalities! The Free Cities need some serious work because the orientalism is jarring. You go from nuanced characters in Westeros to suddenly borderline charicatures. A more lighthearted answer is the sex scenes. He needs to read some trashy novels or even fics to learn how to do a sex scene that is actually sexy, if that's what he tries to convey in the scene. Of course there are a lot of sex scenes in the books that are meant to be unsexy, and that's all well and good, but you can really tell when he wants you to find a particular scene hot and he never manages, sorry.

[gakushuuisamazing]

every reason I like Gakushuu Asano (but most of them are headcanons because we ran out of ideas)

1: He’s handsome

2: He plays guitar

3: He’s smart

4: He can speak multiple languages

5: He’s cute

6: He’s silly

7: His father

8: He was treated poorly by his father (so thus i feel bad for him)

9: He probably plays more instruments

10: He at least acts nice to others (even if it is with manipulative intent)

11: He is strong 

12: his hair is strawberry blonde

13: His eyes are purple (I like purple)

14: He is well kept in appearance

15: he’s an hourglass. 

16: he can move his fingers fast

17: He’s a really really fast typer

18: he’s tall (5’9 at 15)

19: He is an overachiever

20: He’s better then that bloody tampon knockoff (karma)

21: He’s overly controlling (I can’t make decisions for myself so this is good)

22: He’s easy to draw 

23: He has style (probably)

24: He’s canonly rich

25: He originally had blonde hair and light brown eyes

26: he looks like he secretly has a sweet tooth

27: he’s ambitious

28: His korosensei q self is funny

29: His blank stare is funny

30: he looks comforting 

31: he could probably lift me up

32: He could take care of me well

33: free at home doctor (because he probably has a lot of medical knowledge)

34: Husband material

35: Aroace coded

36: his sitting position has him holding up his head with the back of his hands

37: He plays soccer

38: he has american friends 

39: He has nice looking eye bags

40: He probably lives off of 2 hours of sleep

41: One of the best people to have as a study partner

42: he is literally perfection

43: he got a lot of character development despite having very little screen time

44: is capable of genuinely respecting others

45: got some screen time in the 2nd opening

46: He is adorable

47: He knows martial arts

48: there’s little he can’t do

49: hes hot

50: he’s canonly one of the most attractive male characters

51: He’s 64 kg (decent weight for someone so skinny)

52:blood type B (Thats good)

53: He looks silly

54: He’s a cutie patootie

55: He speaks spanish

56: He also speaks korean

57: He also speaks french. 

58: Student Council president

59: Leader

60: resembles his father in appearance

61: He looks like he was heavily blessed by aphrodite 

62: He’s adorable when blushing

63: good dental hygiene

64: Caffeine addiction (hc)

65: Dresses modestly 

66: tidy bed

67: traditional

68: most likely a good artist

69: good at tech too

70: Becomes CEO later on

71: Probably can do calligraphy 

72: good grammar 

73: is respectful

74: 2nd Rarest hair and eye color combo