#DESTOPIA!

[microbihon]

I wanna: - DANCING DANCING - ROLLING ROLLING ~ only one my life ~ やがて人生だって終わってしまうぜ 虚しさだけじゃ足りないだろう？

[hourglassstationacademy]

𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

Name: Yurina Furuya

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿:  Female

𝗔𝗴𝗲: 21

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆: May 21th

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻: Gemini

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 194 cm

𝗘𝘆𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: grey

𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: Blue

Species: Shadowblood

Based of: Yakou Furio

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𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦

𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗺: Destopia @terrovaniadorm

𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿: Fourth year

C𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀: 4-D

𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: Student, part-time detective,

𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯: Hockey Club

𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁: Language

Homeland:  Interstate Hill (slums)

Sexuality: Demisexual

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𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦:

𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱: Left

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱:  Meatbuns, French fries, Picanha

𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: Candy Corn, Cantalope

Likes: Having a bit of peace, bragging about her kid, Rain,

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: messing up, her tarnished reputation, paparazzi, being cornered,

𝗛𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆: Staying out of trouble,Solving mysteries,

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: Spotting liars, picking up little hints, intel gathering thanks to Shapeshifting,

Personality and Backstory:

As she was 16 years old, Yurina was all over the net as the young promising Detective from the slums. Having grown up in the worst environment of the Interstate hill slums she knew how it was being at the bottom... having to fend for your life but... thanks to being usefull to the local police in solving little crimes... she slowly could make her way top side with her Parents even relying on her money to live a more decent life... the more publicity... the more she was on TV the more Yurina became a little legend who solved one crime after another... however her biggest downfall was how easy attached she grew to people... At the age of 18 she fell in love with a young scientist who to her was the love of her life. However next year was the downfall of her reputation... her love vanished after she heard the news that she was pregnant... and she couldn't really solve more crimes like this... worse older crimes she solved turned out as innocent and she was to blame. And so Yurina fell into obscurity... many didn't take her much seriously anymore... others straight up had a bad picture of her, that she only tried to use others to climb to fame before. However despite the times... there was at least a group of people that believed in her.

Yurina usually seems easy to talk to but she can be quite the coward... thinking of her well being first and then the others. After being pushed down so much she just accepted it and at first wants to keep a low Profile till she finds the right case. She is quite pessimistic, having seen the worst of the world but still wants to one day wants to give her son a better future so he won't end like her. Can be Cynical if not often Sarcastic but.. she means well... however its possible that she would sacrefice a lot to acheive her own happiness.... even if it means by loosing some moralty.

Unique Magic:

She has none

Her Son:

[fumidreams]

Yurina Furuya

And so another aesthetic for another new oc.. I wanted to really go for the sad vibes given Yurina hides her pain under her smile... just to not worry the people around her.

[protagonistprime]

Digibashes based on Miner Megatron pickaxe mold --------------------------------------------------------- Hello everyone. Today i'm giving you something different. Recently i came up with an idea of making small digibashes that are based on weapons, accessories or parts of molds(like heads, excluding headmasters and powermasters). The reason for that was that i don't post often given how big some of the digibashes are and how much time they take to finish, so instead i made D.E.I(it's not AI), which stands for: Digibash Extra Ideas. Like i said earlier it will consist of weapons and some more less looking Evo-Fusions, alternative heads (like the one with minerva) and many more. Let me know what you think of this format and if you want me to change something. ------------------------------------------------------ Megaempress, Judge Pickel, Pyra Magna, Transformers, Legacy belong to Hasbro and Takara D.E.I, Axe Torch and these digibashes belong to me Original pictures belong to their rightful owners

[zerst1]

This is a dystopian city located within the Amor Insula of the Multus Region. It is in the future timeline and owned by an OC of mine named Blessed

[lilymelancholy04]

~Prompt Inspired~

This is a series I have been longing to do. See, I have seen a lot of awesome prompts and I wished to read stories inspired from them. Unfortunately, I haven't seen any or maybe I just dont know where to find them so I decided to write a prompt inspired short story for myself. Here, here!

This prompt is from pinterest, pinned from a blog called "Promptuarium.wordpress.com" from the author of the blog "thesolitarywordsmith". Credits to the maker of this prompt!

Title: Desert Canvas

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"Before I met him, this desert was just a monochromatic painting of browns and yellows; mundane and unappealing..." -The First Lady's Memoir

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Here in Coalsworth, bed space is a blessing and a slice of stale bread for breakfast is as rare as a drop of water in the desert. Everyone is doing hard labor all day as they mine out the rubies in Hell's Maw. Everyone is caked with dust hardened by sweat and the arid climate in the desert did not help in the heat. Everyone here is miserable, whether they be slaves, Royal Guards, or Mercenaries like me.

I planned to stay here until I finish my absurd quest: to capture a person with the title "World Changer". The King- who looked too healthy and too pale for the desert in my opinion- promised a handsome amount of money if I bring that person to them alive. The royals did not explain anything to me but from what I heard, there is a prophecy unknown to the public which foretold that a person entitled "World Changer" would bring down the monarchy and liberate the country of slavery. When they caught wind of my Ability to see titles of people's life stories- or fate as some call it- they immediately summoned me to hunt down this rebel.

And so here I am, drinking in the pub observing the boisterous drunks who entered and left. The titles I saw look like holographic signs above people's heads and are really synonymous with each other most of the time. "The Underdog", "The Fall guy", or "The Cheated" is typical in Coalsworth. After all, most people here are either slaves in the hierarchy, slaves of power, or slaves of money. Other titles in the pub are surprisingly more decent: "Loving Father", "Sacrificing Mother", and "Devoted Sister" are some of the most common but ultimately more wholesome and uplifting ones I have seen.

When not on duty, I often wonder how these titles came to be or how they will unfold. I found that these titles are predetermined. Even if it took a lifetime, one way or another, that title will be fulfilled somehow. In curiosity, I once looked at my title in the mirror and it was not as usual as others. "The Inspiration" is what it said. I saw this and gagged. I never took long in shaving my facial hair since then.

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"When I met him, this place became... bearable. Like a wash of watercolor on the scorching canvas of this wasteland..." The First Lady's Memoirs

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It was never on my bucket list to punch a Royal Guard but the bastard had it coming. One, he rudely invaded my personal space and took my beer. Two, he acted like he was the king of Coalsworth, and mind you, I have met the King of the country, and he acted just as dastardly. Third- and the worst- he tried to buy a night with me for fifty silver coins.

I mean, the nerve of that dog! Does he think I'm that cheap? I would have gone for a gold coin at least but fifty silver? What a cheapskate. So I punched the lights out of the guard. Unfortunately, his companions were also there so we got into a brawl. It was an easy win but the lady owner got angry at me for making a ruckus in the pub, threw a keg of beer at me, and knocked me out as well. When I came to, I was outside the pub, sticky with dried beer.

Instead of going to the inn, I decided to sit on the side of the road for a while to nurse the wound on my head. It is chilly in the desert at night but I did not mind. Neon signs flickered and the streets are still busy with activity. I looked around and saw interestingly dressed people with similarly interesting titles. "The Cavalier", "The Midnight Rose", "Lucky Charm".

"Those people look interesting, huh." A female voice said. I looked to my side and saw a woman sitting comfortably beside me. She wore a brown scarf covering her black hair, a long sleeve white top, and loose gray pants. Around her neck are numbers tattooed like a choker, the marks of a slave, which explains the numerous scars on her face and exposed skin.

I was about to make a witty response when I saw the title on her head.

"World Changer". My mouth went wide in shock.

"Staring is rude. I know I'm not a pretty thing to look at but bear with it until I finish speaking at least." She said.

I looked away but made sure she was in my peripherals. Who would've thought that that weird title actually existed?

"What do you want from me?" I managed to say.

"I came to thank you for teaching that bastard a lesson in my stead." She explained. She must mean the royal guard.

"There is no need to thank me. I did because he thought I was cheap."

She was silent for a while but she seemed to be studying me, uncertainty etched on her face.

"Whether you did it for yourself or not, you have my thanks. The woman he was harassing before you stepped in was my sister. If not for you, he would have forced himself onto her," she bit her lip, "and she would've been dead by tomorrow."

I grunted. I always felt uncomfortable receiving gratitude for something I did of my own volition.

"I understand your sentiments, but I won't accept the gratitude," I grumbled while I tried to stand up. "As I said, I did it because the mutt thought I was cheap. I know my worth and fifty silver coins won't cut." I said jokingly.

"How much are you worth, then?" She asked. I held my chin pretending to think deeply.

"Personally, I'd say a gold for a night. But my professional services are worth at least a hundred. You know, for the daily expenses."

"That's pretty expensive," she commented. "Then what do you think is mine?"

I gazed at her in wonder but she was looking at the ground. I understood what she was insinuating: she is asking me, a stranger, what I think a life of a slave is worth.

"I guess it depends," I started.

She looked at me with a questioning gaze.

"The only one who can tell me that is you. How much do you think are you worth? Name your price and we can start with that."

At that, the woman slowly smiled. Her dimples dipped and her facial scars stretched as if a weight had been taken off her shoulders.

I could knock her out and take her to the king now; that is the easiest way to finish this quest. But that relieved smile made me feel guilty.

"Lhandar, the Fate Hunter." I flinched at the sappy monicker that the Underground Association gave me.

So she knew who I was from the beginning. I looked at her in the eyes. Her title "World Changer" beamed so brightly above her head that it made me squint slightly.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, for the second time tonight.

A soft wind blew and her brown scarf fluttered. The neon signs accentuated the depths of her scars as she stood properly to face me. It was then that I saw her skin that was kissed by the sun and her slim yet muscular frame. She was too dignified to be a slave; too bold and too regal. Her eyes shone, reflecting the bright neon lights, as they were fixed intensely on me. She stood before me like a proper King.

"Tell me my fate." She demanded.

After a minute of silence, I sighed. I decided to not prolong the inevitable.

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"As we journeyed together, I came to enjoy his company. I never knew the desert could be filled with such deep reds and oranges, blues and greens..."- The First Lady's Memoirs

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"How are the preparations going?" A woman's voice called as she entered the room where I am being dressed. The "Midnight Rose" title glowed in pink above her head as the lovely lady in the deep purple dress slowly waltzed towards me. When she reached me, she eyed my clothing meticulously and asked for a brooch to be added.

"I still don't understand why I had to attend, Roxy. I told you, I don't need recognition. Some gold and food is enough compensation if you really want to thank me." I grumbled as one of the maids asked me to raise my head so she could pin an expensive looking ruby brooch with golden chains.

Roxy frowned, but as expected of the "Midnight Rose", her frown still looked dashing. I bet even if she wore the most ragged clothes in this desert, men and women alike would still grovel at her feet.

"Lhandar, dearest, no amount of gold would be enough to commemorate your contributions. We won because of you." She said as she messed my hair a little with her silky hands. "There, you look more attractive with messy hair."

"Hey, you all are done yet?" Another voice called. This time, a young dark skinned, blond man in a dark robe and teal sash entered. His turban was littered with small green jewels and his title showed "Lucky Charm" in green.

"You look delectable, Yusaf." Roxy commented which made the young man scratch the back of his head in embarassment. I guess Yusaf still has a thing for Roxy. Then again, who wouldn't?

"Anyway, I came to check if you haven't run away yet, Lhandar." Yusaf grinned.

This cheeky brat knows I hate these formal gatherings. We once had to present ourselves in a banquet to earn the support of a certain chief. The preparations alone were suffocating. Imagine my suffering during the gathering.

I almost ran away successfully but I was caught by Yusaf.

"Lhandar, Yustaf, Roxanne!" Another one came striding in. What is with these people visiting me today?

"Haitham, are you here to check on Lhandar, too?" Yustaf snickered.

The tall, muscly man in navy blue robes guffawed. I felt one of the maids fixing the golden sash on me flinch.

Seriously, "The Cavalier" title doesn't suit this big buffoon.

"Oh, Haitham, lower down your voice, will you? The maids are frightened." Roxy warned as she slapped his arm.

"Sorry, Roxanne. I was worried that Lhandar will run away like a coward."

I snorted as I pointed a finger at him. "What's wrong with being a coward? It saved my life and yours plenty of times before." I chided while a maid expertly maneuvered to pin some ruby cuffs on my sleeves.

"'Retreating for another day and running away are two different things.'" Haitham quoted. " You said that."

"Apparently, Lhandar can lead the frontlines of battalions but will tremble at the thought of attending formal gatherings." Yusaf and Haitham laughed. Roxy covered her face and chuckled.

"You all should just go away if you're going to make fun of me." I grumbled. "Besides how are you all done when I am still here dressing up?"

The three looked at each other knowingly.

"You really have no idea?" Yusaf finally asked. I only pursed my lips.

Just before things got awkward, there was a soft knock on the door. A deep voice called.

"Lord Lhandar is being summoned to the First Lady's room."

The maids retreated and ushered me to the door. Before we left the room, Roxy spoke.

"Lhandar, I hope you understand your worth to us and the whole new world we are establishing. You are worthy for this." Roxy said in a tender voice.

I smiled and nodded despite my reluctance. The aide and some maids led me to the First Lady's room and I heard the door close behind me.

Honestly, I have an inkling as to why I was being dressed up so carefully. Of all of us, I am the only one dressed in bright colored silk robes, ruby encrusted accessories and gold ornaments.

I can guess what is going to happen, but I do not wish to believe that they want me to escort her for her formal appointment as the First Lady of the democratic movement.

Roxy said I was worthy, but am I? This question has been occupying an unhelathy amount of space in my head after we won the war- even more than the unhealthy amount of space being taken up by her already.

I did nothing but tell them their destiny and provide some assistance. Regardless of my help, they were meant to be victorious, adored and showered with fortune. And the First Lady, she is meant to change the world. This is their fate.

And me? I was just a mercenary who lived for money. Who am I to be worthy of such loyalty and affection from these blessed people? Who am I to escort the First Lady?

Who am I that the one who turned the world upside down would want me to be introduced as her equal in front of the subjects she would govern?

"We have arrived." The aide with a deep voice said.

I looked up as the guards opened the door and what I beheld was the most breathtaking scene in the world.

She wore a white silken dress that fit her slender figure wonderfully. It had golden sewn hems and patterns of dunes and the sun that paralleled her raidiance. She had two ruby brooches like mine that held her whote robe with red undelay squarely on her shoulders. And her gloves looked elegant as she beckoned me to come in.

"Staring is rude, Lhandar. Save it once we are alone." The First Lady said light-heartedly.

I blushed but managed a strained chuckle and went in.

She walked towards me gracefully and I noticed how her skin sparkled. Her scars and slave tatoo were not concealed, instead, they accentuated them with glitter.

She stopped a few inches before me, her hair was tied up in a neat bundle with strands of her curly black hair loosely framing her face. She wore a ruby encrusted hair ornament that made her look like the bright sun herself. Above her head hovered her title "World Changer".

I felt conflicted as I looked down and read her title. This woman has changed the world as we knew it. But why is she looking at me as if I changed hers?

"Lhandar," the First Lady called my name fondly.

"Yes, First Lady?"

"Don't be so cold." She raised her gloved hand and caressed my face. I wanted to lean in but refused my urge. "We didn't have time to spend alone ever since the battle and we had been busy with all the meetings and visitations. Now that everything has mostly settled, we will now formally announce our ideals and hopes for the future of this country."

I nodded. She pursed her lips at my stubborness.

"But Lhandar, I could feel that you're not happy with something. You kept calling me that title instead of my name ever since we won, as if you're pushing yourself away from me."

I kept silent and honestly, I don't think any words could get me out of this situation unscathed. What could I say? That I feel unworthy of being beside her? That I feel like she should be with someone with a better background and social standing than me? That even though I love her and want to be with her, I will give it up if it means she could secure a better political position by being with a more suitable man? That I would give up anything for her to reach her dreams ultimately?

"Lhandar, speak to me." She said, her brow creasing in worry. I sighed.

"I didn't mean to offend you, First Lady-"

"Stop calling me that!" She turned away and walked closer towards a huge mirror clad wall.

"Is that all I am worth to you now? A First Lady?"

"No! That's not-"

"What is my worth to you, then, Lhandar?" She demanded.

I gazed at her dignified figure and title above her head.

"You- you are the bravest and strongest woman I have ever known. You just changed the world and no amount of gold could compare to your worth for all your accomplishments.

"But I-" I exhaled as I tried to convey my thoughts properly. "I am just a mercenary for hire whose worth is at most a hundred gold. I am not worthy to be by your side."

She stayed still before the mirror but after a while, she spoke.

"Come here, Lhandar." She said. I followed.

I saw our reflections, side by side. I am a little taller than her and my tanned skin complemented hers well. I wore a white dress shirt and slacks with golden hem and embroidery topped with a white waistcoat. i was clad in ruby accessories. My pale hair was messy because of Roxy but it looked in character so I appreciated the look.

"What do you see?" She asked and gestured at our reflections.

I looked at her questioningly but complied.

"I see myself, uncharacteristically well dressed. And I see you, looking surprisingly gorgeous." I said jokingly. She smiled, but just a little.

"You said you see the title of people's fate above their heads?"

"Yes."

"What is my fate, Lhandar?"

I looked at her reflection and recited it in awe as the first time i declared it to her.

"World Changer." She nodded.

"Now, Lhandar, what is yours?"

I blinked, startled. She asked this to me once before, and we both laughed at how absurd it was. Why is she bringing this up again?

I looked at my reflection and my title.

"The Inspiration." I murmured. She looked at me fiercely and glared.

"Say it louder."

"Wha- why should I-" she punched my arm hard and I was taken aback.

"Alright, alright," I said as I nursed my poor arm. "The Inspiration. There, happy?" She humphed and looked back at our reflections again.

"How do you think I became the World Changer, Lhandar?"

I looked at her in question for the second time.

"I don't know." I said honestly.

"It started when I first asked you for my life's worth when I was still a slave. You told me that it is only I, myself that could put a price on it. You told a slave like me that no other person can dictate my worth. And after that is history as we know.

"You say you're just a mercenary who is worth a hundred gold and that compared to me, you are nothing. But allow me to correct you."

She turned to face me her fierce bright eyes piercing through my soul.

"This World Changer was only inspired to take action because of you. Don't you think you are worth more than a hundred gold for that?"

I looked back at my reflection and gazed at my title: "The Inspiration". It sounded pathetic and laughable back when I was living as mercenary. It was a rough life and sometimes, people mocked me for being a slave to gold.

But now that we are here, in this room, dressed in our victory attire and together; it didn't sound pathetic anymore. Having the love of my life make sense of it and spell it out to my face was embarassing but, it made me feel happy to know that she saw me as one befitting of that title.

I looked at her and smiled.

"Thank you, Kira." I said. She beamed, her scars stretching and her dimples dipped beautifully.

"Are you ready to be escorted, my Inspiration?" She raised her arm in a hook. I laughed as i took her gloved arm.

"Yes, World Changer. Get me out of here and quick." I said as we walked out of the room into the Great Hall.

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"As my life painted out and eventually ended, he made everything feel worthwhile. My Inspiration, you filled my hopeless life with colors and inspired me to change this world for us." - The First Lady's Memoirs

[myfathersjournal]

News From The Sump Issue 1

Sump News

We are the broken. We are the lost. But let us never forget; we are.

The Scouring is Upon Us. 

Municipal Spies have reported that The City Above will be initiating a scouring of the top three levels starting next Monday and continuing until the following Tuesday. This is the first scouring in the last decade and is believed by our sources to be a political power move by recently elected topside officials. As a result; Municipal Volunteers believe it will be quite thorough and have begun to set up refugee shelters for the inhabitants of affected levels. A tentative list has been provided to us for distribution. If you live on Levels A-C please take note of this information and await further instructions. DO NOT attempt relocation until told to do so unless you have friends or family you may stay with as shelters will not be ready until Friday morning.

Elevators and Level A: Report to Bulkhead 1 and are assigned Shelter 1

Level B: Report to Bulkhead 2 and are assigned Shelters 2-5

Level C: Report to Bulkhead 1 and are assigned Shelters 6-7

Registration will begin Friday morning at 9am and continue through Sunday evening at 11:45pm.Bulkheads will be sealed promptly at 12 am Monday morning. Municipal Volunteers have asked us to remind affected individuals that shelter assignments are based on most recent census data. If you have changed address or had a child/bud since the last census, you have until Thursday to inform a local Volunteer of said changes or you will be assigned based on previous data. Please take all personal belongings and non-perishable food items with you when relocating. Lock boxes will be provided at shelters for storage. 

They’re real Fun-guys!

Last week's 25th annual “Shrooms and Spores” festival saw record turnouts as participants and patrons rub shoulders to get a good look at all that the event had to offer. Pride of place went to this year's winning entry submitted by Ms. Mycelia Brown. Ms. Brown has spent the last two decades cultivating a wall fungus colony with a mixture of blood and growth hormones in the hopes of creating a beneficial strain. “I didn’t know exactly what I’d get” Ms. Brown explained to our interviewer “but I figured at worst I could out run it so I wasn’t too worried”. Far from being a new plague on The Sump, her efforts are on their way to yielding an effective skin grafting substitute. Early testing has shown a success rate of 77% for minor to moderate skin loss due to chemical and radiation burns and an almost 82% success rate for simple musculature overgrowth. In all trials so far subjects have reported a dull, but present ability to feel in affected areas which has led researchers to hypothesize that the mycelia may be linking to the subject's nervous system. We look forward to seeing what fruits their continued research will bring. 

News From Above

The City Above has finished its most recent round of elections. The results of said election show an increasing interest in The Sump with Municipal Spies seeing an uptick in discussion in local newspapers/television ads during election time in “cleaning” The Sump to “preserve purity”. Municipal volunteers have put out a statement to the general public stating that they will continue to monitor the situation and have advised residents to remain calm. 

Sports

A scandal is brewing in the world of organized sports as the Sump Rats come under fire after goalie Ch’Thul’s most recent mutation. Now standing 2.3 meters tall and 3 meters wide, Ch’Thul blocks half of the goal without moving. Team coaches from the Sump Rats competitors have pointed out that this gives the team an unfair advantage on the field and Ch’Thul should be rotated to a new position on the team. Sump Rat coach Chuck Norrige countered that, due to the added weight of the nematode colony that brought about these changes, Ch’Thul’s mobility has been seriously hampered and he would be ill equipped to participate in a new position. Discussions between officials on the future of the Sump Rats goalie have been put on hold due to the upcoming scouring, but should reconvene next Wednesday. 

Classifieds

Wanted: Feral hunters

Destination: The Corrosion

Requirements: Own weapons, PPE(or resistance to toxic/radioactive chemicals),food

Pay: Negotiable upon inquiry, not to exceed 1 month's food rations and/or equivalent.

Location: JB6C33R424

Lost Child: Budling lost in Level E markets. 0.6 meters tall, pale white, round, five limbs (three motile, two grabbing), responds to Steven. Last seen by parent at clothes stall C-14. If found return to EB4C14R124

Looking For Scrap:

Will pay rations for scrap metal (1 day per 10lbs). Scrap must be free of rust/paint/contaminants and unstamped. Stolen goods will be reported to Municipal Volunteers. Inquire at DB5C2R226  

Wanted: Darts Players

Dartboard finished at Bulwark’s and we’re looking to start a Saturday night darts league. If you’re interested we’re looking for at least six teams of two. Registration will begin this Saturday and continue into next Saturday. If we get enough people we’ll let you know when we’re starting. EB3C50R624 if you don’t know where it is.

Issue 2

[twsted-princess]

Hourglass Station Academy

Canon Dorms (@fumikomiyasaki)

The Ghost Gang (Akabei, Aosuke, Momomi, Guzuta, Suzy) (Tetravania)

Sprinkle (Tetravania)

Pluck (Polisionalle)

Harlee Brimsky (Evolnation)

Churro Tarde (Evolnation)

Amii (Evolnation)

Sylvi Chalpy (Falciette)

Inanna Mušḫuššu (Falciette)

Aldrich and Cressia Glaukopis (Relinookton)

Stellaluna Universum (Magixella)

Trixie Lucius (Talerenea)

Fan Dorms

Chisato Nanaka (Destopia @terrovaniadorm)

Misumi Tsuruno (Destopia)

Fuwa Lovlette (Pastrierie @rookvonhunt)

Steven Steward/Shiryu Sakamoto (Valhunny @/rookvonhunt)

Calvin Chifundo (Höllejigoku @sakuramidnight15)

Liliana Weiss (Höllejigoku @/sakuramidnight15)

Moto Odo (Kowainya @silent-dragon)

Viper (Kowainya)

Dreamystar

Kira Hoshizawa

Metaron Kuroboshi

Dean De Deedington

Ribi Crystilia

[fumikomiyasaki]

MY TIME HAS COME

“I’m not easily scared, but right now I’m terrified.” with Carol and any of the guys, “Do you like my costume?” with Mellow and Utau, “Do you think I could win the costume party?” with Kumo and Melanie, “Just shut up and kiss me.” with Henry and Regina or “That’s a mighty sexy costume you’re wearing.” with Petva and any of the girls

Halloween themed starters (couldn't do the last one cause no info on Lylas halloween costume)

Among the moon rising behind the trees and the halloween main events being over, Carol asked Metaron, James and Elias to come with her into a haunted house... usually they wouldn't scare her but she brought the boys in curiousity how much they could handle of it... in most case of it she had Elias very close to her and hold her hand while Metaron and James just walked behind them both relaxed and chatting... most of it were cheap props or actors that were not as convincing so the three more laughed less than being scared but half the way of it... suddenly Carol stopped in her tracks... having a blank expression on her face.

"Are you alright?"

Turning around her yes had a white shimmer to it, a almost seductive chuckle escaped her mouth as she crossed her arms... something about her posture even seemed very off.

"I am fine, sweety... just a lil bored by this... I need a little more thrill."

James and Metaron noticed this but as she suddenly rushed off the three tried to chased after her getting split through out the house... James was at first teased by some familar RSA student in clown costumes making him scream while Metaron was the closest to catch up with her... finding her in one of the upper floors staring almost mesmerized by the moon giggling. As if to wake her up he pulled her close to himself and hugged her.

"Whats wrong with you? You can't just rush off, we were worried."

Suddenly he saw the shimmer in her eyes fade and that smirk vanish turning into her face being red and her holding her head.

"Huh... what... why am I here?"

"Are you okay again? You were like a different person."

"Yeah... it felt like something possessed me... I’m not easily scared, but right now I’m terrified.”

He pulled her back into a hug protectively...

"Its fine... I will make sure to wake you up if it happens again but first we need to find the other two."

"Right... I am so sorry for causing this... lets."

James was easy to find and even if Metaron did tease him about fearing the clowns the three of them heard some odd noises from the room nearby... seeing Elias as well giggling to himself and looking at the moon. Carol rushed forward to grab his hand and pull him back from the moon for a small kiss... one that got him to suddenly stutter red.

"I-I..."

"Its alright... you weren't yourself, as I was... we need to leave this haunted house quickly, something is very off."

Nodding the four rushed off and quickly oriented after Carol to find the escape out of this... still huffing for breath after the running...

"But I noticed something.. it didn't feel like the posession the other students felt... it was something else I felt... like another person." Carol grabbed her chin as if thinking.

"How about we forget the haunted house and do something else instead?" A suggestion from James that most could agree too.

The boys went forward talking about watching some movies as Carol looked back seeing a familiar face.

"You... you are that girl from Destopia right?"

"Teehee, Ame is the name, did you have fun?"

"How dare you just suddenly posess our bodies?"

"Jeez, are you that lame to not enjoy the fun, I left it before you could go all lovey dovey, so all is fine... and you did got some affections thanks to me, right Glasses?"

"Don't call me that... urgh... just be more carefull with your next clients."

"Will do!"

She didn't pay the ghost girl any mind but also didn't tell her boyfriends about this... after all it be weird to think a student has possesed her and Elias... best to calm her mind with some movies and some cuddels instead.

He was heavily worried... of course the costumes he and his dorm mates had were effective but he was supposed to meet up with Utau and couldn't change before... a sigh escaped him as he still made his way to meet her but as he approached her, she droped her basket at first in her red riding hood costume.

“Do you like my costume?” He said that nervous yet it didn't stop her from rushing off quickly in fear from him... in worry he chased after her not knowing that this was doing things even worse from her fear but as both got knocked over and tumbled into a bush and he accidentally layed on top of her she suddenly recognized his face.

"M-mellow." She was still crying a little but seeing him she suddenly hugged him flushing his face red under that make up.

"I am so sorry for scaring you... I should have just told you right away..."

"Its g-good.. you just looked so real as a zombie..."

"I-I always feared you also wouldn't like my look."

He pointed to his third eye and sighed as she put her hands on his cheek and shook her head.

"Its not cause of that... I-I love you with those 3 eyes as much..."

"Utau... thank you."

He pulled her back close into a hug as they finally noticed how she actually right now was sitting on his lap and grew red in panic.

"S-sorry."

"No... I actually was happy being this close... should I remove my make up so you don't have to fear me?"

"N-no... I think I will get used to it."

They both stood up and held hands as Utau suddenly screamed in worry.

"Oh no... I d-dropped my basket when I ran away from you.."

"Don't worry... I-I still have it."

"Thank you Mellow, now then, h-how about we collect some mushrooms and make something nice to eat later."

His smile at her was arm and sweet.

"I gladly would love that."

He sighed in annoyance over this whole wolf get up the dorm had for the event... he wish he could just tag out and not deal with these festivities... but he had at least one motivation to go... he wanted to look after Melanie that nobody pulls a prank on her... yet among all the costumes on commotion it was hard to find her... eventually he did and didn't want to interupt her celebrating with friends but something about this cute costume of hers got him hiding under his hoodie to not show a hint of red on it.

Eventually once the others left he showed himself to her.

"Kumo! You look great like this."

"As do you... its hard to move my eyes away from you, Starlight."

She blushed a little at his comment taking his hand he offered to her as they both walked away from the crowd.

"I am still insecure about it... there is so many good costumes for later... Do you think I could win the costume party?”

He looked down at her and put one hand on her head as if to encourage her.

"If they don't pick you to win, they made the wrong decision in my eyes... but even then its not like I am one to ask given such festivities usually something I don't care about."

"Right but... thank you for your support."

He sighed looking up at the sky.

"All the stars are covered by fog... as if this day wouldn't spite me enough."

"You don't like halloween?"

"No just... usually Taiyo and Tsuki dragged me along in the past... then I had some distraction at least..."

She squeezed his hand a little to get his attention.

"How about after the costume party, we spend the rest of the night together... just you and me... as a reward for holding out this festive crowd?"

He looked down at her... before looking around and pulling her with him to hide behind a tree.

"K-Kumo?"

"I just wish I could keep you all to myself tonight but before I accept your deal there is something I want from you, Starlight."

Red faced, wrists held against the tree she nodded at him as he drew nearer for a soft kiss... releasing her hands and cradling her close while still pushing her lightly against the tree... blending out anything that was happening to cherish this moment with another as she sputtered a little seeing his purple eyes glance back at her.

"I will hold out for you but... promise me you be carefull and stop by later."

"I will."

His eyes were still longing for her but at least now he really had something to look forward to for later in this cursed night.

Looking how most of his dorm members had their fun he took a short break from this halloween celebrations to get a drink from the buffet. It was unusual, the celebrations with his family were far more orderly which is why the feeling was new to him yet so much more enjoyable thanks to that.

He felt on tab on his shoulder and turning around he had his usual serious facade almost break seeing the outfit on Regina... the look was not only stunning but the skin it showed tempted him well again..

"Took a while to find you."

"I should have accompanied you, my apoligies."

He took her hand gently and walked to the dancefloor... the two of them seemed out of place a little but the slow dance made them fit in far better. Yet Henry couldn't help but rest his hand on her hips as he drew her closer.

"How about we go to the side instead?"

Finishing their dance they vanished away to the back of the room where not many could see them. She sat down on his lap a little looking down, his defenses melting down for once as he held her close.

"Don't you want to at least give me a kiss for midnight? You seem avoidant since the dance."

"Its about the make up, I don't want to stain it on you so I did the bare minimum... you are too beautifull right now I don't want to-"

“Just shut up and kiss me. I don't mind it.”

Having the Allowance he pulled her right closer to let his lips lock with hers... the shudder of a little coldness mixed with his previous drink was pleasant to him as his eyes looked at her pleased yet wanting something more. She noticed it as well.

"Do your dorm members still need you, or could you also just leave?"

"I think it should be fine and given what view i have before me, I would want to leave with you as early as I can."

"Then how about we sneak off, I rather enjoy the time with you then having more of these stares really."

"Then only my eyes focus on you, my dear."

Kissing her hand they both got up and secretly snucked out the party... searching their own way to celebrate.

[connectionterminated13]

Continuing to read my very very lesbian coded generic destopia... I swear to God if some like not like other boys boy comes in and ruins these 2 women perfect not lesbian lesbian time I'm going to scream.

[brhater]

Buildings should be functional but also nice to look at Minimalistic design is a curse brought upon the world by people who only saw money in a trend that started in destopia

I'm rather bored, talk to me about Architecture

[microbihon]

TIMELAPSE OF ZA DEADO!

[hourglassstationacademy]

𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

Name: Ame

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿:  Demi-Girl

𝗔𝗴𝗲: ???

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆: ???

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻: ???

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 157 cm

𝗘𝘆𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: purple

𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: Blonde pink

Species: Shinigami, Ghost,

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𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦

𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗺: Destopia @terrovaniadorm

𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿: Second year

C𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀: 2-D

𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: Student, working for Odel,

𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯: Debate club

𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁: Monster/Animal Culture

Homeland:  ???

Sexuality: Spectrasexual

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𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦:

𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱: right

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱:  Meatbuns, Ramen, Lollipops, Souls of Criminals

𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: Radish, cough drops,

Likes: Mysteries, Crime scenes, Detectives, Odel,

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: people that get in the way of her current object of affection, being trapped somewhere, boring murders

𝗛𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆: playing detective, exploring things, collecting small figurines

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: storaging things in her mouth, looking cute, messing with people, invisible chain connection, Dancing

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 and Backstory:

Not knowing who she is, how she died and how she got here, similar to Yasuno, Ame was revived as Shinigami by Odel, doing his bidding with errands and getting infos. Compared to Kuze she doesn't look for her old memories and connections but she does feel a connection to her dorm leader. Compared to Yasuno she is also far more ghostly as a shinigami given Odels magic had an influence to it. She can manifest most of the time but also often just fades through the wall for fun... In general Ame may seem cute and attention seeking but she can be pretty mean. Falls very quickly in love and calls anyone who would be close to her "Master" an arrange of insults. Has an invisible chain that often connects her to the one she choses as master and she prefers to go after souls of criminals and follow them to see what kinda atrocities they commited.... her view of death may be the most neutral compared to others, she has a fascination for mysteries that come with a death that occured.

The marks on her neck she assumed are from a strangulation when she was still alive and given someone did this to her she assumes it was cause she was popular before.

Unique Magic:

Eye of the truth

With one glimpse of an eye she can erase your memory of the previous day you experienced, but its limited to one day.

[fumidreams]

Ame

Even if she may be an oddity in destopia given she is the most curious about the horrors that come with detective work... something about seeing her float around can be refreshing.

[in-that-deep-blue-sea]

The trouble makers trio ( Destopia ) but they’re girls in bikinis

Gilberta , Kome and Tsubaki

aka, the flat, the normal and the thicc -

@fumikomiyasaki and @crestbaby come get your girl in bikini 😔

[jasper-rolls]

Destroy -agitato- - Yooh [Destopia]