#BTtAS

[kasperl-ruprecht]

So apparently the eight million dollar stretch goals for the Battletech: Mercenaries Kickstarter is a bunch of Somerset Strikers stuff. I apologize if I’m being a bit of a corporate shill/whore here but I really hope we hit that bar.

[caffeiiine]

Meet Veronica Kappel!!!! the [eventually] adopted child of Simeon Saint and Horace Knightley!!

details and changes made since nov. 15 under cut

so since Nov 15 she’s definitely undergone a bunch of changes.

For one, she’s 5 1/2 rather than 4.

Birthday is March 5th

The story of how Simeon found her also changed a bunch, and now goes something like this until i actually write it out: Veronica and her father, William Kappel were walking around, sightseeing holiday lights and the usual, with the ultimate goal of going to the store. Unfortunately, William has something of a history of poor connections and made some mistakes in the past.

Up come a few men who were tasked with “reminding William of his mistakes”. some stuff happens, negotiations whatever, William knows he’s not making it out alive, so he makes a deal with them. He’ll be still and let them carry out their work if and only if Veronica isn’t there to see it happen. They agree, and one goes off to coax Veronica to “take a walk while daddy handles business”. She doesn’t go with him until her father convinces her to.

Eventually they make it to the store where Veronica and her father were originally gonna go, he sticks her in an aisle not exactly caring what happens to her from there, and returns to William. Veronica stays there for a bit, waiting for him to come back, a few things catch her eyes and she starts to wander.

One of those things is a bright pink eyesore of a jacket, especially because whoever is in it has to be overheating with the way they’re bundled. Like fully wrapped scarf, long jacket that goes down to the knees, what looks like several layers of pants, etc. Veronica is interested and goes to ask him what he’s doing, he pulls the hood down and the scarf and gives her a funny look. kinda like “?? where are your parents” he answers her vaguely, grocery shopping, mostly to get her off him. she digs in, the way kids do, and follows him around. she’s rambling about her day, simeon’s not listening until she gets to the bit about her father and the men that wanted business with him.

[this specific piece is subject to change just bc it’s so weird to me that a kid would do that so i’ll smooth it out eventually.]

babababa whatever, they check out, Veronica asks something like hey can you take me to dad, and simeon’s like, sure. they go back to the place where William and the men were, and wouldn’t you know it William’s not there. no body, nothing. not even a speck of blood in the snow. to Simeon he sees Veronica now as an abandoned kid, and therefore has a little bit of an emotional attachment to her. just a little. He breaks the news to her, kinda matter of factly, lets her cry a bit, offers to take her back to his house until he figures out what to do, she agrees, and Veronica is at the apartment

and better than the alternative au plot starts!!!!!

bonus father-daughter bonding moment for reading <3

[grocerystorephobic]

Re-reading the Big Book at last and the parts written during Nano last year feel significantly more incoherent. I can't tell if that's because of the speed at which I was writing or because I was deeply depressed at that point in time. I hope it's not the first one. I would love to do 50k in a month again and not have it be shit.

[empanada-boy420]

I was like thinking abt wut I’d want for my wedding n planning it n shit but then I realized that it’s extremely likely I won’t get married as I’m not that invested in dating people n now I’m like wondering if it’d be insane to get married to myself or sum

[convergentmedia]

Hlo everyone welcome back hope you all are doing well. Today's thought is about the age gap between the parents and their child.The dark reality in our life that one day we lost our world I don't know how to explain my feelings but yes this is the reality. For every children their father are strength ."Baat whi h ki baap ka agr hmare maathe pr haath hai to Puri kayenath hmare pass hai ". Papa agr ho to hm kbhi bade nhi hote na hame koi chiz ki Kami hoti na hi koi tension hoti befikar se moz wali jindgi hoti hai .par kehte hai n ki wakt halat aur kismat ko hm na badal skte na tal sakte hai , sikyat v kisse hi kro kyuki jab sunne wala aur solution hi na rhe .Bahut question hai par jawab koi nahi milta hai bs iss reality accept krna hi hmare hath mai hai.

Kuch aesa ho jata hai jisko hm btta nhi sakte bas feel kr skte hai us pain ko .

Bas yhi pray kr sakte hai jo v positive energy agr exist krti hai ki hmare maa baap ko lambi jindgi de ...km se km itna wakt de ki jis aas mai wo bethe hai hme jis uchyii pr dekhne k liye... bs aur kya hi bolu

Aur kbhi kisi ke sath ye na ho ki jinda reh kr apphaich wali jindgi ho kyuki maa baap ka na hona .....bs🙏🙏

#dailyblog

[hearts4pearlescentmoon]

I’m doing something for …w,btta and I can’t choose lol

Millie because of the demo name Millie Rolls a Seven

Gwen because of that one prescription adaptation posted a few months ago saying something being better than the alternative

also rbs are appreciated I would like to have as many people vote as possible lol

[atl007]

सत्य सिर्फ परेशान और हैरान होता ..कुछ समय के लिए सर्वदा के लिए नहीं...अटल...B..🪷🎸

हर एक ने आज तक..फ़िल्मों में. स्कूल कॉलेज..में..अखवार..में..पास..परोस.. हर लिखा हुआ. कहाः हुआ सत्य मान..के..जिंदगी..समझ लेते हो...पर जो..आज..जो सत्य..बताने..जा..रहा हूँ..वो पर क्या सत्य तो सत्य ही होता है..क्योंकि..ये सत्य..माँ भारती..सर झुकने..जा. रहा है..हम चाह कर भी कुछ नहीं कर पायेंगे..क्योंकि सत्य तो सत्य ही तो अटल है..जिसे टाला नहीं..जा सकता..चाहें मौत ही क्यों न हो..काल के कपाल पर लकीर खींचना ही तो पहचान है..तभी तक जब मेरा था..आज भी है l..आज भी एक जो हमें नहीं पता. तलाश मेरा नहीं तलाश उसका है....न कोई फिल्मी..न कोई बनावटी..ये तो सत्य जो तु हर के भागे..जा रहे हों..और कोख का कलंक हमें कहा जा रहें हो..रुको ज़रा..अब जो मैं..बताने जा रहा वही सत्य है..कहीं लिखा और फ़िल्मों की बात नहीं कर रहा हूं...असली ज़िंदगी जो कि हम जी तो रहें हैं. पर खुद मे नहीं हूँ...समस्या ये कि वो कौन सी वजह है..जो कि तुम तुम नहीं रहा..हम हम नहीं रहा...

Years 1990...एक..इंसान को गांव से गांव के लोगों और हर एक वजह..उस इंसान को खुद की इज्जत और सम्मान..बचाने के लिए गांव. छोड़ना परतl...है..उसके..बाद कुछ दिनों के लिए जिंदगी ठीक ठाक पर नियति ये कि क्या..पत्ता..अपने ही देश के अपने ही लोग जो कि कोख कलंक जो खुद को माँ भारती के सन्तान कहलाता..थू रे भारत देश के नेता आईपीएस अधिकारी थू मlदर ..chod...

थू madarchod thu konkh ke kalank madarchod thu ..Years 2009..में मेरा बाप को मार दिया जाता है..उसके बाद मरें हुए शरीर से अगला  खेल वार कर जाता क्योंकि उस इंसान का मौत 11pm..होता है..फ़िर वही इंसान toilets कर देता है..उसके..बाद उसका सारा प्रॉपर्टी ही. नहीं..उस विधवा ..सावित्री को रौंदा जाता..proparty cash..सभी तरह से उसके बाद हर एक फैमली के सदस्य दूर दूर तक डरा कर मार और शोषण करना मानो नियति हो..उसके बाद अशोका जो सावित्री..तुलसी के आगन शिव के अंश के आधार गंगा  की तरंग ..अटल के सन्तान अशोका हूं...समस्या ये है...की 30. साल भूल जा..continue proofs के साथ..10..साल..बताते आ रहा पर बदले में क्या..हर रोज ट्रॉल..जब अगला के मन करे तब अशोका के शरीर ..tutti...बदले में मानसिक तनाव यूँ क्या कहूँ..पूरी पूर्ण रूपेण बताओ तो तुझे हर एक को खुद घिन आ जायेगा..पर इस भारत देश के. नेता आईपीएस अधिकारी. थल...नभ..जल..सब के सब और पहले से ही सब को पत्ता..थू madarchod randi ki aulad madarchod thu..थू madarchod भारत देश के ips officer ias dm cm madarchod konkh ke kalank madarchod thu madarchod...आखिर बता तो सही randi . की औलाद आखिर हमारा बाप और फॅमिली या हम किसका क्या बेगारे 

है..थू madarchod bharawa insaan madarchod ips officer ias dm cm madarchod konkh ke kalank madarchod thu ranadawa madarchod bharawa insaan randi ki aulad madarchod thu..tu..har ek अपना अपना maaie bahan ke boor ughar..देख ले..हमें..कोख कलंक कहने वाले खुद की कोख देख ले..थू madarchod bharawa Randi ki aulad madarchod thu bharawa madarchod आईपीएस अधिकारी madarchod थू...पूरा यदि खुलकर बताया सारी दुनिया..भारत देश पर thukega..थू madarchod भारत के नेता आईपीएस अधिकारी randi ki aulad madarchod thu.....न..तन से हूँ..न मन से हूँ..न धन से हूँ...reason..btta..न madarchod randi ki aulad madarchod ips officer ias dm cm madarchod konkh ke kalank madarchod thu..Ham 2na madarjaat..atal ke konkh ke..मरना ..मंजुर..पर अटल हूँ..थू भारत देश आईपीएस अधिकारी bharawen madarchod thu.....अशोका...⛹️🪷🎸💔💘⛵️

[lilworms]

btta take a human stew and drink some old grapes

[yawurstnightmare]

SYS YOU M JST BTTA LES GGO !!!!!!

are you tipsy

NNO!!!! BETTA

[kasperl-ruprecht]

Something something MY HOME PLANET

Recently painted Adam Steiner’s Axman. Don’t think I’ll be trying to do tiger stripes again any time soon. Turned out better than I though it would. I used it in a game recently and found it was actually pretty decent Battlemech.

[caffeiiine]

au rambles!!!!! [better than the alternative]

[as of 12/17, OUTDATED!!!!]

okay okay i have to get this out of my system or ill never do anything. bc as much as i wanna start making designs, the more i think about it the more i confuse myself sooo what better than rambling so i ahev a reference, as murky and senseless as it is!!!!

Okay so in short, it’s a kinda sorta manosouta au based around the song “…well, better than the alternative” by will wood where simeon finds a kid and then has to take care of it/unofficially adopts it, and enlists Horace’s help

^ [insane song btw]

so basic stat stuff:

<< Around two years after the events of AAI2, but a lot of stuff concerning Simeon doesn’t happen. so in order from first to last case:

— Turnabout Trigger: half-canon [Horace isn’t arrested/found guilty/presidential pardon/whatever’s funniest]

— the Captive Turnabout: not canon

— Turnabout Legacy: canon

— a Turnabout Forsaken: canon

— Turnabout For the Ages: not canon [just the ending really. Simeon doesn’t go through with the revenge plot right then so he’s never found out as ‘the mastermind’. However you wanna imagine it all plays out w/o him, be my guest. it’s not important so i’m not thinking about it.]

<< Horace lives

<< Simeon accidentally finds a kid and eventually comes to the conclusion he doenst want to send her to an orphanage [“better than the alternative” (orphanage) anyone? :3]

————

<< recurrent characters thus far!!

— Simeon Saint : 26 Y.O. : still works with the Berry Big circus

— Horace Knightley : 27 Y.O. [<- kept marking his birthday as earlier than Simeon’s until Simeon gave in when they were kids.] : after the events of Turnabout Trigger, he eventually finds a new company, and continues working as a bodyguard for hire

— Unnamed child oc : 4-7 i haven’t settled on an age for her yet : unemployed

—

Haven’t actually worked out how Simeon found the kid, but brainstorming says: on a [very] bitterly cold day in the dead of winter [<- bc i wanna draw him in a silly winter outfit] Simeon wanted to start the process of his revenge plot, so he went to scope out a few places. finds a lost kid by mistake, turns out she’s tied to murder that went on nearby, so she follows simeon around much to his displeasure, he tries to leave her a few times [fails], eventually gives in and the kid is his!

horace later asks about the kid when Simeon brings her back -> “why not give her to an orphanage?” - Simeon doenst like taht idea, considering he ran away from his and Horace himself grew up in one -> “if it was bad for me it’ll be bad for her”/“better than the alternative” [<- name drop i’m so smart]

aaand then the rest of the au is Simeon and Horace kinda learning to take care of a kid, and getting attached in the process.

it’s horridly self indulgent to the very best degree, i hope whatever content i make for it is enjoyed by the masses <3

[grocerystorephobic]

Tumblr! Decide my next writing project!

[empanada-boy420]

I’ve escaped! Yuhhhhhhh fckin high as shittttt and btta make a f e a s t

[thekracken]

for the soft summer prompts, 13 with Jeff and Britta!!

Britta is all sharp wit, sharp tongue, sharp attitude, but there’s something that calls out at Jeff like a beacon home.

Watching the sun rise/set

Jeff knows Britta. 

He thinks he knows her better than most people do. (He thinks she knows him better than most people do, too, but he’ll never admit it). 

He’s seen every version of Britta that exists: the bright-eyed student who just wants to do well, the rebel with wild energy and nowhere to direct it, the disappointing daughter that just wants to make someone proud; the Britta that smiles sleepily and openly, the Britta that crosses her arms with sharp looks of disapproval, the Britta that tilts her head just a little when she sees something she wants. 

He knows the stupid little facts about her that don’t matter. 

He knows that when she was thirteen, her oldest brother told her not to climb the tree in the backyard and she snuck away, climbed it, and broke her arm. He knows that when she moved to New York she lived in the back of her car for two months until she met up with a girl on Craigslist who was trying to steal her kidneys. (Or maybe she wasn’t, but she definitely stole the small George Forman grill Britta found at a garage sale). He knows that she tried to give up coffee and drink tea, because she saw a documentary on how rainforests are being chopped down to harvest the bean, but it doesn’t help her focus like coffee does and she hates herself a little for that. (He knows that if he buys her coffee then it helps alleviate that guilt a little; so really, remembering how she takes her coffee is helping her and has nothing to do with the smile she gives him when he sets it down in front of her or the way his chest gets tight at the sight of it). 

He knows the stupid little facts about her that do matter. 

When she was eleven her parents had her drug tested because of the way she experienced happiness, so she learnt to swallow her laughter. When she was in high school she watched a documentary about food farms and decided she’d never eat meat again. (Her parents didn’t support her decision and for two years she existed on peanut butter sandwiches and various vegetables until she could afford to buy her own food). 

Jeff knows Britta has two married parents, two older brothers, and a group of self-proclaimed vigilante friends, but she’s always been alone. He knows she hates this. 

He knows when she lived in New York she started running because she was afraid to walk home alone at night. He knows that habit followed her across the country to California, down to New Mexico, over to Michigan, and back to Colorado. He knows she hates the fact that she’s ever scared. 

Britta is all sharp wit, sharp tongue, sharp attitude, but there’s something that calls out at Jeff like a beacon home.

And so it’s no one’s business if he buys her coffee every Monday and Wednesday and the morning of exams, if he goes out of his way to make snarky comments and facial expressions to make her snort in amusement, if he buys her an expensive, funny looking tofu dish when he goes off campus to get lunch.

If, sometimes, he hangs out at The Vatican until the bar closes so he can walk Britta to her car, it’s absolutely no one’s business. 

----

“Last call,” Britta says, wiping the counter down with a rag like she’s in a movie. Abed would appreciate the moment and not for the first time, Jeff wishes he were here. Jeff grabs his glass and quickly downs the remains of his drink and she takes it from him with a smile. “Don’t gotta go home, but you can’t stay here.” 

They’re the only two at the bar, a few stragglers are making out in the booths and Jeff spins in his seat, watching Britta move across the room and tap on the table, shooing them out. The door clicks shut once they exit and Jeff stands, blinking past the way the room tilts, and moves to lock the door. It’s become such a regular occurrence, Britta doesn’t even acknowledge it anymore. He tidies up the floor lazily; straightening chairs and centering the candles on the table until Britta’s finished with her closing chores. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” she says once she’s emerged from the back, like usual, a beaming smile overtaking her face. Jeff blames the scotch for the warmth that fills his belly at the sight. 

“Yeah, well, I didn’t do much.” He looks away and can feel the weight of her gaze on him. He wishes there were more people here, wishes the music was still playing over the speakers, wishes he couldn’t hear his own heart racing in his chest, wishes he’d drank a little more or a little less because the buzz he’s feeling right now is encouraging him to do something dangerous and he’s finding less and less reason not to give in. 

Britta moves first and Jeff’s heart leaps in his throat, but she just moves past him, her hand grazing his arm and he unfreezes, moving beside her and resting his hand on her lower back as they move through the door. The heat swallows them as the door shuts with a click and Jeff lets his hand fall; if it were colder he’d have a myriad of excuses to grab her, tuck her against his side and walk with her pressed against him, but the heat is stifling enough as it is and he can’t think of any excuse to put his arm around her shoulders. 

Their cars are parked together in the back of the lot and Jeff glances around the empty lot, checking for anything unusual. His eyes are drawn to the top of Britta’s head and he wants to be close enough to lean down and kiss the mess of hair there. 

“Y’know,” Britta says abruptly when they get to their cars. She presses her hands against Jeff’s chest and his breath catches. 

“I don’t want to go home,” he interrupts and her head tilts just barely to the side. 

“Me either.” 

----

They end up laying on the hood of her car, watching the night sky. The metal’s warm and the breeze is warm, but Jeff still extends his arm for Britta to rest her head on. He knows they’ll be sore; his back will ache and he’ll probably have a headache until he catches up on the sleep he misses, but that doesn’t really matter right now, not when he can’t stop looking at the way the moon lights up Britta’s profile. The small curve of her nose, the sharp angles of her cheekbones and jawline. He wants to lean down and press his lips at her jaw, but that would involve shifting and moving her off his arm and it feels wrong to move from her side.

They spend a long time in silence, watching the stars move across the sky and occasionally jumping, then laughing, when a bug startles them. 

Britta’s quiet and still, her breathing is steady enough that Jeff wonders if she’s fallen asleep and his own eyes feel heavy in the warm summer air. It feels right, having Britta stretched out at his side and if he shifted, just a little, he could run his fingers through her hair. 

The sky slowly goes from black to dark blue to grey. 

“Would you ever go to space?” Britta asks eventually, jolting Jeff in surprise. Her voice is deep and rough with sleep and Jeff wants to say yes, wants to be the kind of guy that would accept the thrills and dangers of space travel without hesitation. 

“I’ve never even left Colorado.” The admission escapes him without thought and he feels Britta look at him, her hair making the crook of his arm itchy. 

“Never?”

He wants to lie and say he was joking, say gosh Britta you’ll believe anything. Instead, “never,” slips out. “My mom couldn’t afford to take us on vacation and then I never had enough money of my own until I was at the law firm and well,” old Jeff would have said now I’m stuck here; Jeff finishes, “why would I want to leave.” 

Britta shifts to lay on her side and Jeff can see the discomfort pull at her face before it softens again when she looks up at him. 

“We could go somewhere.” The words come out a whisper, like if she said them soft enough she might be able to take them back. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Maybe the east coast, drive across the country.” 

Jeff thinks of how uncomfortable driving across the country would be; thinks of the gross rest-area bathrooms, of the mediocre fast food, and of the lumpy roadside motel beds. Then he thinks of being able to see Britta relaxed with her feet on the dash, with the wind blowing through her hair as they drive down the highway, waking up with the worst bedhead possible, laughing over a wilted salad. 

“Okay.” 

The sky erupts in golden pink streaks of light. It stretches across them, bathing her in gold and he can’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss her, long and slow and he can feel her smile against his lips. When he pulls back, an answering smile on his face, he feels golden inside. 

“But we’re taking my car,” he says and she rolls her eyes with a huff of laughter, curling into his side and resting her head on his chest. He folds his arm to hold her closer to him. “I’m serious. If we take your car we’ll end up broken on the side of the road before we leave the city.” 

“Shut up,” she says nudging him. He shrugs in defense and she smiles into his chest. 

“Fine, we’ll take your car.” 

The sky turns from pink to blue. 

[stonerzelda]

ive learned to judge a good potential relationship by wearing black lipstick and taking note of the reaction of de man

[fabioquartararhoe]

Do you see daniel at mercedes any time in the future?

nah, I won't elaborate 🤐