#Helix LT

[guitarbomb]

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[bekaterrier]

A few other wonderful shows I wanted to shoutout for BIPOCtober, with BIPOC creators and/or leads:

A Ninth World Journal: Based on Numenera, a tabletop roleplaying game, and written, produced and performed by David S. Dear (plus guests). Set one billion years in the future… it’s the story of Januae, a man who randomly teleports to strange and dangerous places with no way of controlling it.

@meteorcitypod: In 2008, a freak meteor shower hit Detroit, killing hundreds and displacing thousands. Hundreds of people were quarantined for radiation exposure. 10 years later, Bianca Diaz, a vlogger returns to tell the stories of the dead, the missing, and the remaining citizens of Detroit, now called Meteor City. Shortly after returning, Bianca realizes that Meteor City, New Detroit, and the people left behind are not what they appear to be...

@witcheverpath: An interactive horror anthology podcast. Their current story is Message in a Bottle. A siren misses what was taken from her, but as she swims out to sea, she discovers a bottle that may change the course of her life.

@radio-outcast: A fantasy-western audio drama. When Helix, the Messenger God of Sound, gets yanked from the 1980s and sent to the 1880s by her abusive ex-lover, the God of Time, she must forge unlikely alliances with two humans: Jesse, a cowboy out for revenge, and Charles, a conman running from his past. The three of them embark on a journey across the American West, each with their own goals and secrets waiting to be revealed

@vegapodcast: A Sci-Fi Adventure Podcast!: In a fantasy futuristic world, Vega Rex is employed by her government to kill off the world's worst criminals. She's never met a criminal she couldn't catch...until now. Join Vega as she journeys through a world of bumbling apprentices, powerful technogods, and her biggest challenge yet

@noadventurespod: A fantasy (un)adventure story that follows Sig, the owner of Signature Eats bakery, as he aggressively avoids becoming embroiled in any daring quests or chosen one shenanigans even though the universe really seems to want him to do just that. This is a story about cutting the Hero’s Journey off at the knees to chill with friends. And also baking. This is also a story about baking.

Harlem Queen: A Black historical fiction audio drama based on the life and times of Black, woman, gangster "Numbers Queen" Madame Stephanie St. Clair during the Harlem Renaissance (the story takes place around 1926-32). She fought the "big boys" (Lucky Luciano and Dutch Schultz) and won.

@herebedragonspod: When the body of a previously unknown aquatic creature washes up on shore, four women are called together for the expedition of a lifetime. Tasked by the U.S. Government to find and record evidence of this new breed of sea monster, Harper Bennett, Pippa Cambell, Lt. Commander Adrienne Scarlett and Dr. Natalya Atlas set off into the untamed wilds of The Bermuda Triangle.

@unwellpodcast: A Midwestern Gothic Mystery. Lillian Harper moves to the small town of Mt. Absalom, Ohio, to care for her estranged mother Dorothy after an injury. Living in the town's boarding house which has been run by her family for generations, she discovers conspiracies, ghosts, and a new family in the house's strange assortment of residents.

Fan Wars: The Empire Claps Back: A not-so-romantic comedy about two star wars fans on opposite sides of the Last Jedi debate.

[nat-seal-well]

Meet my (revamped) poly LT detective!

Theodora Adaline Reedman

Her friends call her Theo

She/her

Hazel eyes, buzzcut black hair, tan skin. 5’7”. Plus-sized

Has a gold, double helix piercing in her left ear

Dresses in green army pants tucked into docs and black tank tops

Outspoken and confident; a lot of it is an act. She raised herself and likes to think she doesn’t need anyone else because of it

(She does. She just doesn’t like the thought of ever being vulnerable)

Practically no-contact with Rebecca

Best friends with Farah

Exes with Bobby and can’t stand her. She’s very vocal about it

Doesn’t trust the Agency at all; she let Verda find out the truth about the supernatural world

Had decent combat skills before meeting UB, Ava’s been training her more. (She shot Ava in book one lol)

Nat likes to be there when she and Ava spar. For moral support, of course. No other reason

She calls Nat babe

Ava’s pet name is sweetheart

A terrible driver. She likes to go fast

Rockhounding is one of her hobbies, but she doesn’t get many chances to go hunting for new ones to add to her collection

She wanted the promotion to detective, and was excited about the offer the Agency made at the end of book three. She likes to think she’s actually doing something important

Dirt track racing!

That’s why she still has her hatchback. She keeps driving it so that more of her money can go to her stock car for dirt racing

Her number is 33 and the car is dark green

Haley’s Bakery is a proud sponsor :)

[ritcchamadayo]

pls..

I BEG!

SECOND PART OF PUNK JADE 😭 (no pressure)

LET ME BE FR THAT I CANT GET ENOUGH AND FLUSTERED SO BAD MAKES ME GIGGLED IFDHODDN

ngl tho the teasing got me so bad 😭

THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME A REASON TO WRITE MORE AKGJSJFNAJDJS PUNK JADE IS SO AHHHHHHHHHHHH HES SO SILLY

A Look Into the Past (Pt. 2)

Jade Leech x Reader ;

After finding out that Jade had pulled out all his past piercings and put them back on, you just can't seem to get enough of it. Jade, on the other hand, is really enjoying your attention on him.

(I'm so happy the original fic got so much love and support from you all <3 thank you so much!!)

Reader is a Sophomore in this fic, just like the twins!

Read Part 1 here! Read Part 3 here!

One thing you told yourself after the encounter with Jade yesterday was, "It was a once in a lifetime sight." You really wished you sneaked in a photo or two, perhaps that would help your currently jumpy heart calm down a little bit more? "...Nah," you said, rolling around on your bed. Even if it was only yesterday evening, you should just count your blessings and be grateful you bore witness to it, right?

Oh boy, were you wrong.

You didn't expect to see Jade still wearing his piercings in class. On one hand, it's a much less amount than what he wore yesterday since he still needed to look proper for school, but it definitely didn't help your case as you find yourself needlessly staring at the double helix snugly on top of his right ear and another two on his left ear's upper lobe, right beside his sturgeon scale earring.

He's received few asks and light warnings from the professors, especially Trein, but the rest seem to agree that he's okay wearing it as long as it's nothing too striking. His hair was back to it's usual neatly combed style too, but you reaffirm to yourself that the piercings really made his hair color pop even more, especially the black strand on his left. You wonder how he managed to act like a complete gentleman while still looking like the hottest guy in the universe in your opinion.

"Heading to class?" "Y-Yeah, I am." (You cursed yourself for the slight hitch in your voice.) "Would you let me join you for the walk, then? I believe my class is towards the same direction you're going to." "Sounds great!"

The two of you walked between the empty hallways, with most of the student body spending their break outside or at the cafeteria. You talked about mundane things, like classes or the weather- but it seems like Jade is purposely steering the conversation so that you'd bring up his piercings. What can I say, he could be quite the huge tease if he knew which buttons to press to gauge a reaction out of you.

You were reminded of your conversation with Floyd before you left the lounge yesterday. "Hee, if you're really interested in him then why not try to pull some moves~?" "No way! I'm not brave enough, you know that Floyd." The eel-mer pouts, humming to himself and thinking. "Then what if I tell Jade to pull a move on you~?"

Your hand shot up to grab on Floyd's sleeve, giving him the most menacing glare you could put out. (It probably looked cute on his end though.) "Floyd. Don't you dare pull any fishy stuff."

"Eeh... Boring. Imma go back to bothering Azul instead." He said with a sinister smirk, walking away from you.

Well, casually chatting doesn't count as pulling a move, does it? "Speaking of," you start. "Did the professors really not care about them? I mean, I think I've seen a few people getting reprimanded for extra accessories." "Ah, Professor Trein did express a little bit of dislike, but he said it wasn't too distracting. Though, Professor Crewel on the other hand started giving me fashion tips, fufu."

You laugh at the little fact. "Yep, that's Crewel alright. Maybe you can show me his fashion tips when we're free?"

A smirk grew on Jade's face. "Oh? Is this your way of asking me out?" "N-No! I'm just curious, okay?!" You half-yelled, hitting his arm with as much power you could exert. (Not much, since Jade didn't even bother to dodge or look hurt.) You threw a couple of jabs at him, and Jade was more than happy to reply with his witty remarks.

Jade glances around the corridor. They were currently on the third floor of the school building, with most of it being empty and a slight updraft could be felt.

"Are you not interested on trying to touch them though? I've seen a lot of people try to get a closer look." He said, a sly smile on his lips. "Eh? Can I?" You ask innocently, perhaps too innocently for Jade. The male nods, slightly leaning into you to let you have a closer look.

"They're pretty.." You say, holding the metal on his left ear. You cupped his earring inside your palm to make sure it doesn't accidentally get pulled, lightly caressing the pierced flesh. Jade leans into your touch, a slight fondness in his eyes as you focus fully on the feeling of his accessories in your hands until you felt soft lips pressing onto your own.

!! "E.. Eh...?"

Your hands gently pull away from his earring, and your eyes met with his pair of heterochromic ones. His lips were mere centimeters away from yours, a small smirk showing his teeth forming on his face. The realization dawns on you as your realize he just kissed your lips while you were distracted.

"HE KISSED ME?!" You freak out internally, your entire face turning a dark shade of red that could rival Heartslabyul's roses. You knew Jade was eating up your reaction- with the most smug expression on, of course.

"Oh my, excuse me. Did you not want that?" He asked, lightly holding your chin between his fingers. “I feel a slight obligation to act more boldly in this getup.” The fact that he could pull such moves so casually is messing with your head as you struggle to give an answer. Your free hand trails over to his tie and you pull him back down towards your lips, letting him properly slot his lips on yours.

Jade gladly kisses back and chuckles as he pulls away, letting you go and straightening himself up before continuing the walk towards your classrooms as if nothing had happened with a satisfied smile on his face. You stood stunned for a few seconds and shaking it off before chasing after him, stumbling over your own feet.

"H-HEY! JADE, THAT'S NOT FAIR!!"

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

This one goes out to @mlgssy

I'm also tagging @makowrites and @helix-enterprises117 because y'all are enabling this silly AU.

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“You’re looking a little worse for wear, Gunny.” Her words were calm. Casual. Almost dispassionate.

“And you’re looking like you’ve got your nose some place it doesn’t belong, Staff Sergeant,” he bit back. She could tell that the bark in his voice was forced… he was in some real pain, and doing his best not to show it. “Go see to your squad, and don’t bother me,” he added gruffly.

Shaddock grinned. “Why, sticking my nose into other people’s business is my specialty. You ought to know that by now.” When he failed to provide some snarky comeback, a frown crossed her lips. He must have been hurting even worse than she had realized. She stepped forward, dropping a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, you’re bleeding. Let me take a look at it.”

He flinched away from her touch. “I’m fine,” he growled. “I need to check on my people, so unless you plan to carry me around on your shoulders, get out of my way.” He shot her a reproachful look over his shoulder and tried to stand from his place perched on a log beside the fire, but he paused and his face contorted in pain as he rose partway to his feet.

The smile disappeared from Kelly’s face as she applied enough pressure to hold him in place. “Stay here,” she growled, forcefully enough to even get through his thick head. He glared up at her, his green eyes sparkling distractingly in the firelight. She filed that thought away in the quickly growing Don’t Ever Think About This Again corner of her brain and took a step back to point at his chest. “Armor, shirt, off now,” she ordered with an authority that she didn’t hold, even in the odd rank structure of The Spirit of Fire’s surviving crew stranded outside of the Milky Way.

Ellsworth was thinking just the same thing, she could see it in the way he scowled and his eyes crinkled haughtily at the corners. So she pressed the slight advantage she had earned by surprising him. “Either you take them off or I do, Gunny,” she sighed, effecting an air of nonchalance that she would never admit to not feeling. She flashed him a grin and waggled her eyebrows as she tacked on, “Imagine what your squad would say if they caught me pulling your clothes off in the woods late at night. The LT would have us knocked down for sure.”

Her teasing insistence finally seemed to wear him down. He continued to glare at her as he slowly stripped his gloves and dropped them at his feet, revealing large and calloused hands. Next, he reached up to detach his pauldrons from his rig, sliding them down his arms one at a time. Then he detached the strap holding his chest piece in place and gingerly lifted it over his head, ducking to hide a wince as he did so. Finally, he began pulling at his shirt.

The dark, thick material was stiff with dried blood and seemed to cling to his body. He hissed as he tried to gently pry it away from the skin on his left side, the side he’d been favoring ever since their rough entry sixteen hours ago. His face twisted when he stretched something that clearly didn’t want to be stretched, and Kelly decided she couldn’t take sitting and watching this happen any longer.

With a tired glance around them just to make sure there weren’t any gossiping eyes watching them, she crouched down in front of Ellsworth and grabbed at the hem of his BDU shirt.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he growled, his voice rough and deep. Distractingly so.

Kelly shook her head. Another entry for the increasingly cluttered corner of her mind.

“I’m getting this shirt out of the way so I can see your injury,” she answered snarkily, trying to ignore the sound of his voice and the slight thrill it sent running down the length of her spine. “Are you going to keep complaining, or are you going to shut up and let me keep you alive?” she asked, pausing to look up and stick her tongue out at him.

Ellsworth paused, looking down at her as she pulled at his shirt. Finally he lifted his hands as if to wave her off for being ridiculous, but couldn’t hide the slight coloration in his cheeks. “I told you already,” he began his weak protest once more.

“‘You’re fine.’ Yeah, I heard you the first ten times,” Kelly responded with an eye roll. “It wasn’t true the first time you said it, it won’t be true the next time you say it either.” She shrugged as she finally began working the shirt up and off his chest. “Cest la vie, or whatever,” she concluded as she lifted the shirt over his head.

His dark hair was messy, protruding from his scalp at odd angles. There was a part of her - a very small part of her, she insisted for no one’s benefit but her own - that wanted to take a moment to run her fingers through that dark hair and find out if it felt as soft as it looked. That same very small part of her let out a low whistle inside her head as her eye trailed down Fred’s torso over his toned muscle and flushed skin.

Then her eyes settled on the mess of biofoam and blood just above his right hip. “You didn’t do a very good job of patching this,” she chided, pulling out a canteen and unscrewing the lid.

“I was a little busy shooting with my other hand at the moment,” Ellsworth hissed, wincing as she trickled water over the hardened foam to relax it and began wiping it away with the sleeve of his discarded BDU. After a few moments of work, Kelly finally revealed the injury itself - a gash running roughly 15 centimeters long and three centimeters wide, snaking around his side.

Kelly hummed thoughtfully. “Well, you certainly don't do things halfway, do you Gunny?” she joked. She snaked her fingertips around the edges of the cut. “This is ugly. You’re going to get infected if you don’t treat it right.”

Fred grunted noncommittally. “I am going to treat it right,” he countered, glaring off in the distance in an attempt to avoid showing any signs of discomfort or pain. “I’m going to ignore it and let the dorks in Sickbay take care of it. Just like I do with everything else.”

“You’re an idiot,” Kelly sighed, a smile turning up the corners of her lips. “Not that this is new information, of course. Just a confirmation of what everybody already knew.”

Ellsworth just shrugged his left shoulder. “I’m a creature of habit.”

Kelly ignored him, reaching back to unclip the small canister of biofoam still hooked to her rig. “I’m going to apply this right, so it can at least do its job and stop the bleeding. I’ve got some gauze, too, that I’ll wrap it with.”

“I don’t need you to baby me,” Fred protested hotly, making a face. “I am -”

Kelly turned a cold glare on him that actually managed to shut him up. “I wasn’t asking, Jumper,” she scolded. Then she felt her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. She didn’t know where that had come from… it usually wasn’t conducive to one’s health to try to reprimand a superior officer. Still, she was stubborn enough that she refused to back down now.

Not to mention the fact that Ellsworth was unsteady on his feet, his face was unnaturally pale, and he looked like he might collapse there and then if it weren’t for the pig head on his shoulders. He was too stubborn to admit he needed help, and she was too stubborn to let him get away with it. Finally, their silent duel concluded with a point to Shaddock when she began cleaning out Fred’s wound with her canteen and he didn’t raise any objection. After rinsing out the injury she carefully injected a bead of biofoam along the torn flesh, waiting for the foam to expand and harden and cover the entire wound. Finally she produced a roll of gauze and began slowly wrapping it around his midsection to help keep everything in place.

As she worked, Kelly couldn’t help but notice the pattern of angry scars that covered Fred’s back. She finished the wrap and tucked it into place to keep it tight, then let her fingers play over the smattering of red lines still exposed above the gauze.

She let out a quiet chuckle when Fred shivered under her touch. “Your fingers are cold,” he said, his voice quieter and far less defiant than she had expected it to be.

“Where did you get this?” Kelly asked, ignoring his complaint and tracing a long red line that ran at least twenty centimeters from the small of his back and up over his left shoulder blade.

“Action with some Innies on Verent back when I was just a marine grunt. One of them got behind me with a knife and tried to carve his name.” He cast a grin over his shoulder and added, “But don’t worry… I had better handwriting than him.”

Kelly rolled her eyes. Typical machismo from the knife fanatic. He probably even kept the dead Insurrectionist’s knife somewhere, the psychopath. A slight shiver ran over her shoulders as she told herself that she didn’t find that somehow attractive. She ran her fingers over to another scar, a vaguely circular mark below his ribcage. “How about the one over here?”

“Lucky shot,” came the gruff answer. “Just a flesh wound; straight through. They still put me on bed rest for a month. I learned how to solve a Rubik’s Cube because I didn’t have anything better to do and the guy in the bed next to me was obsessed with them. Gave me something to do with my hands that wasn’t getting me in trouble, so it seemed like a good habit to pick up.”

Shaddock grinned. She’d seen him messing with that silly little colorful toy whenever they had down time. She’d always assumed it was just to show off.

She ran out of scars on his back, so the ODST absentmindedly circled around to Fred’s front. He told her about the plasma burn on his right shoulder, the barbed wire puncture in his left side, and the series of small marks he had no recollection of getting all over his forearms. Finally, she ran her fingertips around the edges of a large red splotchy mark the size of her palm in the center of his chest. It was shaped vaguely like a duck, she realized with some merriment. “This one?” she breathed, staring intently at the discolored patch of skin.

Ellsworth hesitated a moment, his breath catching in his throat. When she looked up, his bright green eyes seemed far away. “There was a fire,” he finally answered, his voice no louder than a whisper. “When I was a kid. Me and my brother started it out in the barn and, uh…” he paused, his brow furrowing. “It was small. Dad saw the smoke and got it put out. But my brother was panicking and got himself stuck. I grabbed him and dragged him out, and ended up running smack dab into a burning piece of wood.” 

His soft-looking lips curled in an embarrassed half-grin as he said, “I was eight. I knew we weren’t supposed to be playing in the barn, but he was always sick and none of us had the heart to tell him ‘no’ when he wanted to do something.” Then the smile vanished, and that distant look snuck back into his eyes. “He died of Boren’s at the end of that summer. This scar is the only thing I really have to remember him by.”

Kelly watched him intently as he spoke, noting the slight sag in his shoulders and the catch in his voice. She noticed the moisture in his eyes when he turned away to blink too, but elected not to comment on it. Finally, when he turned back to look at her she noticed how close they were standing. Inches apart, close enough for her to feel the heat emanating off of him.

He looked down at her, his eyes widened and his lips parted. Then his hands slowly slid up and rested on top of her ammo pouches, his strong fingers curled in against her unarmored sides. His eyes studied hers for several long moments in a pregnant silence, then flicked downward to stare at her lips.

She didn’t quite know how it got there, but suddenly the hand that wasn’t still pressed against his scar was in his hair. It was as soft as it looked, she noted idly as she pushed her fingers through the tousled mess. Now she was just left to wonder if his lips were the same.

Her breath caught in her throat when she realized that he was tilting his face down toward hers. Her cheeks flushed when she realized that she was rising up onto her toes to meet him in the middle. Her lips parted ever so slightly when she felt his warm breath wash over them and her eyes slid shut when they…

“Gunny, you out here?” O’Hare called out from several yards away, tramping toward them through the thick brush.

Shaddock and Ellsworth both pulled away from each other as if they’d been struck, taking several steps backward to create a “professional distance.” Fred dropped to the ground to collect his discarded uniform and armor while Kelly studied her boots as if they were the most interesting things she’d ever seen in her life.

O’Hare burst into the clearing, his helmet in his hand and his spiky auburn hair slick with sweat. He glanced between the two squad leaders and smirked. “Sorry,” he chuckled in a thick Irish accent, “I didn’t realize I was interrupting your leadership summit. I’ll just come back later.”

“You’re a real cutup, Corporal,” Ellsworth grunted at his second in command, gritting his teeth as he pulled his BDUs over his head. “What do you need?”

The younger Jumper’s face was still covered in a crud-eating grin, but he at least had enough self preservation to know better than to challenge his squad leader. Right then, at least. “We just got a report, Sir. Pickup is five minutes out. I’ve got both squads headed to the LZ now.” He cast one more glance between the two sergeants and seemingly couldn’t help tacking on, “Of course, I could tell them to swing around and pick up One-One-Seven and Oh-Five-Eight first if you’d rather…”

“I won’t tell you what I’d rather you do, Corporal, because that isn’t decent in front of a lady,” Fred growled. He then shot a grin at Kelly and said, “Of course Shaddock is far from a lady, but I still have hopes of reintegrating with some semblance of civilized society someday.”

Kelly rolled her eyes. “Regular comedians, your whole outfit. It’s a wonder you don’t just kill the Banished with your humor,” she remarked with a completely straight face. Still, she couldn’t help but flush slightly at the easy, handsome grin on Ellsworth’s lips.

She slammed her helmet back down onto her head. “I’ll see you two idiots at the LZ,” she grunted, turning away and jogging out of the clearing. “Don’t be late!” she called over her shoulder. “I’m not holding that Pelican for anybody!”

With that, she disappeared into the dark.

[unknownsoldiers]

About; Lt. Lieutenant

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General Info: ★

Name: Lieutenant Rank: Lieutenant Faction: Decepticon (formerly Autobot) Occupation: N/A ((◆: house bun)) Alt. Mode: Starcraft Origin: Iacon

Age: 4.2 Million years DoB: May 10 Height: 35ft

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Medical Report: ✖

Overall Health: Fair Appetite: Normal Physical Condition: Good Spark Condition: Weak Fire Walls: Poor Prone to overheating?: No Allergies?: Yes; Space Dust, certain energons, probably pollen

Injuries?: Yes/No If so, what are they? N/A

Abnormalities?: Yes/No If so, what are they?

Outlier: Info found here

Dwarf Spark Condition [DSC]: The condition that a spark does not grow to its intended size. This is usually the result of poor care or neglect of the spark during its growth leading to complications and failures throughout the frame. Keep patient prescribed on the following medication.

Complications?:

Severe vertigo and nausea when transforming. Advised to avoid transforming overall. Keep patient prescribed on the following medication.

Poor heat circulation. Requires a significant amount of energy output that the patient may not be capable of producing.

Missing color nanities produce 'freckle' patterns across the protoform. Harmless, nothing cosmetics can't cover up.

Conserved energy by using as little as possible for long stretches, particularly in lulls of the war to be more efficient when needed. This, 'always online' tactic has resulted in the patient's present Narcolepsy. Keep patient prescribed on the following medication.

Extremely difficult to repair due to outlier ability and nerve system, strongly recommend magnetic berths for the medic's safety. We do not need another mech put through the wall.

Other Notes: Outlier care must be scheduled a month in advance. Cleared for active duty?: Hell no; how he was cleared in the first place is world-class negligence!

Medical Report written, signed, and approved by: Dr. Clutch of Helix

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Biography;

//Keeping this to bullet points since the full story is too large to fit in one post.//

✖ - Lieutenant was sparked to a Towermech who originally designated him 'Ten of the Northern Tower of Iacon.' Due to unintentional negligence as the Towermech, Klenoid the 22nd of the Nothern Tower of Iacon, was unaware he was carrying, Ten's spark would grow to be a fraction of what it was supposed to be. This, coupled with the fact he was the result of an affair, meant he had to be kept a secret.

✖ - His Tower life did not last long as Klenoid's scorned fiance, Iridescent (the 1st of the Northern Tower*), discovered the betrayal and rightfully went scorched earth on the mech. Making him disappear forever for his actions, leaving Ten to fend for himself outside of the Towers.

(*They're not related. Towers have a hierarchy structure that has their own levels based on how high from the top of the Tower you are. Of the 4 towers --North, East, West, South-- there are 40 levels, So it would go Penthouse, 1st, and then 2nd, and so on.)

✖ - By the time the War began, Ten had assumed his new identity, Lieutenant, and had been working under Prowl to help quietly undermine Sentinel Prime's rule. While Prowl was by the Primee's side, Lieutenant would be sent out to investigate situations ahead of time to inform Prowl of what was really going on. They would grow to trust each other because of their work together and Lieutenant considered Prowl a friend. Potentially even more than that. Not to compromise their work relationship, he kept his growing feelings to himself.

◆ - As the war grew on, Prowl would form the 'Diplomatics Corp' as a front to hide his Special Operations team. The main core existing of Jazz, Lieutenant, and Mirage (eventually Skids).

◆ - By the height of the Decepticon's power, mid-way through the war, Lieutenant would switch sides, abandoning the Autobots in favor of the 'winning' team.

✖ - In reality, Lieutenant and Prowl worked out a plan to have him infiltrate the Decepticons ranks to leak plans to the Autobots. The largest success of this was the destruction of the World Sweepers. However, Lieutenant would get caught up in another Decepticon project. The 'beta' to Phase Sixers, Cold Constructed outliers.

✖ - Outliers are rare so Lieutenant was 'lucky' enough to be put on this Decepticon team that was supposed to be sent down to planets to exterminate the populations quickly for the arrival of the rest of the Decepticon army. However, with the Autobots beginning to turn the tide of the war, plans were changed and they were shipped out to assist the armies that were failing their battles.

✖ - In this, Lieutenant found himself growing close to this small crew. Tormentor, his Commander was bombastic, cocky, and craved a fight, yet was mocked for his softness as a leader, caring too much for his crew's safety at times. Colossal, a Titan in hiding whose existence would be taken to the grave, acted as their faithful vessel until the end. Blockade, the stuttering monoformer (by choice) medic who had no experience, yet managed to keep the crew alive and well under his care. Mixer, Glare, Gigatech, Kameel, and Bladerunner, were all unnatural Outliers. Their sparks experimented on and stressed until they either died like those before them or adapted their coding to transform into something more. Launcher, Disaster, and Sage were all normal mechs along for the ride and provided extra firepower in tandem with the rest of the 'overpowered freaks' (affectionately).

✖ - The found family tore at Lieutenant inside as he couldn't just keep straddling the fence between helping the Autobots and staying with his Decepticon friends. So, he finally admitted himself as a double agent. Betrayed and enraged, the crew kicked him out, deciding not to kill him as they did still care about him, but preferred they have nothing to do with him anymore.

◆ - Upon arriving back to the Autobots, Lieutenant was arrested for sympathizing with the enemy. More importantly, breaking Prowl's trust as Lieutenant would deliberately disobey him and caused the deaths of many Autobots just to save or protect his new Decepticon friends. Prowl couldn't have someone who had been so close to him continue to be a security risk. Mnemosurgery was scheduled, however, unfortunately, Trepan had been kidnapped by Overlord at this time and there was no way Chromedome was doing any favors for his ex.

✖ - Lieutenant would later find out, during his sentencing, that the Crew he had been a part of had a change of heart. They didn't want to be part of the Decepticons anymore and went in search of Lieutenant. They, unfortunately, were caught by the DJD and killed for turning their backs on the Cause.

◆ - Awaiting another Mnemosurgon to surface for the job, Prowl had Lieutenant locked in solitary confinement in Garrus-4, where he would remain for at least the next ten thousand years with only his thoughts to keep him company.

✖ - Lieutenant would be released only for a transfer from Garrus-4 to Garrus-9. Not wanting to await his fate, Lieutenant killed the guards and pilot of the transport ship and took off. On the run once again, infiltrating and gathering intel, this time to either send anonymously to the Autobots or offer his services to the highest bidder as former Special Ops. He hopped from planet to planet, avoiding the bounty on his helm once Prowl found out he escaped. Since then, he's been on the run, kind of. For the time being, he's been hiding in plain sight by living with his Conjunx, Pharma, on Cybertron.

[sacrilegiious]

hi, my loves ! 4am but we're finally here, intro almost posted. i'm daisy ( she/her ) and this is my bby dawn. i've been playing her for a while now and i'm so excited to get to it again and see how she will interact with all of your lovely muses. dawn is my headstrong, always down to fight, antisocial girl - genuinely an all round asshole but with her heart in the right place i think ? i guess that judgment is yours to make. def looking forward to plotting w all of u okay byyyee ! <;33

꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀shin ryujin.   twenty-one.   cis woman.   she/her.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱        hold your f*** horses !   ’dawn'  soojin jeong   has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters. they are best known for being the   drummer   in   rad   and have been signed with the label for   six months.   they share a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on their social media, so make sure you don’t forget to follow them at   @fuckoffjake.  fans know them for being   ruthless   but i swear they’ve got a   protective   side as well. maybe that explains why they’re always associated with   sleepless nights spent under neon lights, fingers impatiently drumming on a desk, dark eyes that refuse to look away first.   stan twitter even voted them most likely to   overthrow the government.   we’ll see how they live up to that reputation.

basics.

name:  soojin “dawn” jeong.

nicknames:  u can try i guess.

gender:  cis woman

pronouns:  she/her.

age:  21.

date of birth:  march 23rd 2001.

astrological sign: aries

place of birth: seoul, sk

nationality: korean-american

ethnicity: korean

occupation:  drummer at rad / architecture student.

sexual & romantic orientation:  bisexual, biromatic.

longest relationship: like a month probs.

appearance.

height:  1.64m / 5′4″  (as i’m being told)

weight:  50kg / 110lbs.

hair colour:  naturally black (does like dying it though).

hair style:  rn short-ish, almost reaching her shoulders.

eye colour: brown.

clothing style:  tomboy meets goth witch. almost exclusively black.

tattoos:  has several. a little D and a moon on her left hand, a rythmic score on her right ribs, a little black cat on her hip.

piercings:  ear lobes & left ear helix.

defining features:  whisker dimples, mole under left eyebrow.

character.

positive traits:  ambitious, charismatic, intelligent, self-reliant, daring, witty.

negative traits:  controlling, haughty, choleric, abrasive, impatient, judgy.

likes:  rock music, cats, the city at dawn, cool architecture, hot chocolate, asmr.

dislikes:  people (especially cis men), planes, haunted houses, brussels sprouts.

skills & languages.

notable skills: drumming, drawing, good memory, pen / drum stick spinning.

secret talents: lock picking, horseback riding.

languages spoken: Korean, English, Japanese & a bit of French.

biography.

tw: v minor mention of violence

born as jeong soojin in seoul, her life has always been predetermined by her last name, her family. she was the first child of her rather prominent parents, alongside her twin brother and both of them grew up surrounded by wealth, learning a second language by the age they were four and a third one from age nine. generally, their parents tried their best to give them everything you were supposed to give a child in order for it to develop promisingly. if raising a child were similar to a math equation that is. the only thing that they were missing, that no money or good intentions could afford them, was privacy. being one of the children of the ceo of a successful real estate company and a prominent politician meant they were always somewhat in the eye of the public. not enough to constantly be of relevance to the media but enough for any missteps to find an audience. 

making mistakes was never an option. failure not in her vocabulary as she grew up and became the over-achiever her parents had always hoped for. she was on top of her class ever since starting school and later on became not only student body president in her high school but also picked up all the right hobbies. playing the violin, horseback riding, fencing - excelling in apparently everything she touched. all the success came with a price though, the rigorous self-discipline, the complete disregard of her actual nature. inside all she felt was emptiness and that emptiness was only replaced by burning, raging anger. when she was thirteen, her blood absolutely boiling with unbridled rage, she became violent towards a classmate of hers. an incident that didn’t cause a big scandal solely because once she got home, bloody fists and all, her parents immediately paid off both the parents of said classmate as well as the members of the press who had heard of the story. everything was kept under tight wraps but it was clear there was an issue, a problem, with the golden child. therefore, she was brought to therapy, diagnosed with anger management issues and recommended to pick up a hobby that might help her with her situation. among the provided examples was drumming, something soojin would have never been allowed previously but that soon became her favorite thing to do. 

in the end, graduating with stellar results was no issue, if one thing came relatively easy to her it was academic success. still, however, she felt empty inside. felt caged in this life she had never picked yet never really tried to fight either. that was until now, when she could finally convince her parents to let her study abroad. embellishing her arguments with how impressive it would look on her CV and how it would help both her cultural and language education, she was allowed to leave the country and therefore also her parents’ and the press’ watchful eyes. she started her bachelors in architecture at ucla, actually quite passionate about the subject but she also didn’t lose sight of another thing she felt passionate about: drumming. ever since she got to the us, she changed her name to dawn, affording herself further anonymity and has finally become her own person. style, chaotic flatshare, political views and all. together with, what would soon become her two closest friends, she created the band r.a.d. about three years ago.

for a long time they were a small underground group, playing feminist punk rock was after all not truly what would catapult you into a life of stardom, or at least that is what they thought. however, after over two years of playing a lot of dingey bars, one of their songs gained some notoriety on tik tok, becoming what you might call a feminine rage hymn. with that hit song under their belt, they were approached by several record labels. dawn never felt inclined to sign, for her life was easier this way. nobody to tell them what direction to take with their music, absolute freedom. she would simply bankroll them herself. but when revolution records approached them and considering her existence of living in between the two worlds might come with an expiry date, rad agreed to sign. it gave them a sense of financial security, while also preserving their artistic freedom. for revolution, they moved across the country where now dawn is finishing up her bachelors degree mostly online.  

headcanons.

character wise she quite controlling and reckless, which can be difficult for social interactions, especially since she is absolutely unwilling to compromise in her ideals or to admit defeat. has absolutely no issue with telling people just how wrong she thinks they are. on the other hand, she has quite the dry sense of humor, can be incredibly charming if she wishes so.

is having the time of her life ever since she joined rad, she is now dressing completely different than she used to at home.  she has also started expressing her own thoughts and opinions a lot... most would say too much.

very much a destroy the patriarchy, anti-capitalistic, eat the rich, acab kind of babe.

AH YES R.A.D. dawn is the youngest member of the band and their drummer. just like at uni, she’s known exclusively as dawn in this context bc she’s still kinda trying to avoid people back at home finding out eek (hello ms hannah montana lol) - esp since r.a.d.’s specialty is angry feminist punk rock.

studies architecture and actually rlly loves it? like she will def geek out about architecture if you give her the chance.

dawn of justice was funnily enough the name of her first horse back home, so do with that info as you will.

she has the kind of personality that makes her a natural leader even though? she is an introvert? so yeah, she does prefer her solitude most of the time but don’t expect her to keep her mouth shut in social situations.

she sleeps very very little, which only adds to her high-strung personality. most of those sleepless nights are either spent performing with the band or studying.

when speaking she does have a slight korean accent.

wanted connections (wip).

i do have this sort of fun ideak that idek what to call but basically your muse and dawn got into a loud argument outside the building and somebody took pictures or videos and posted them to twitter saying they were having a lover spat. actually, they probably don’t get along great and have been trying to vehemently deny it on their social media, both losing some not so nice words about the other but it was simply interpreted by the netizens as them lovingly teasing each other soo.... that’s where we’re at basically. 

enemies / antagonists   — basically, dawn does tend to be a rude lil dickish so she’d def have quite some people who dislike her. for example that could be somebody she made fun off bc she didn’t like their music (probably called it something like mushy fluff or whatever skdfjsdf).

former hook up   —   this was definitely just casual, especially on her part. clean, no strings attached fun. well, unless maybe it wasn’t for your muse ?!  that could be a fun option as well. open for all genders.

the rare friends   —   this is the exclusive group of people she likes to be friends with asdfahd. it just be like that but ya def hmu and give my antisocial gal some friendss. maybe somebody who she actually connected with through music, or perhaps architecture.

[ravenelyx]

Get to know Kaia, hii

@bugglebees tagged me so here I am. Hellooo

share your wallpaper: lockscreen is a simple black picture with the letters R. A. B. on it bc Regulus makes my heart beat, homescreen is me and my cousin. As for my laptop wallpaper, it's an haikyuu fanart (since 2020, talk about comfort series)

last song you listened to: Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers <3

currently reading: "The Nonexistent Knight" by Italo Calvino (although I'm in a bit of a reader's block atm)

last movie: either Han Solo or Dungeons and Dragons. I can't remember (Sophiaaaaa)

last show: The Marvelous Mrs Maisel bc my professor asked us to :')

craving: ice cream

what are you wearing rn: oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants - talk abt fashion

how tall are you: 164 cm - idk how many feet that is, prob 5'4 or something

piercings: lobes and a left helix, although I would love a conch as well

tattoos: none yet but I want crows on my ribs :)

glasses/conteacts?: I have myopia and glasses but I never wear them bc they give me headaches... as long as I can see it's fine I guess 🙌

last drink: water fr

last thing you ate: pasta

favourite colour: I'm basic af so i'm gonna say black, but I also like denim blue a lot

current obsession: writing ff, weirdly enough. Hogwarts legacy, the MCU, the wizarding world in general

any pets: 2 cats (one of them had babies recently !! my loves) and 4 dogs (different houses)

favourite fictional character: that's like asking me to chose which hair on my head I like the most :') I guess very special mentions are Stiles Stilinski, Harry Potter, the Weasley twins, Wanda Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Alyssa Foley, Robin Buckley, Max Mayfield, Sasha Blouse, Neji Hyuga, Edmund Pevensie

the last place you traveled: north of Italy (Trieste especially but the whole region in general). I even reached Slovenia at some point and visited Ljubljana, Bled and Nova Goriza

tagging @maleficamenteio and @jennymbear <3 don't hate me pls

[yonluck]

01. entre ampharos, piplup e espeon...

02. CHARMANDER CHARMELEON CHARIZARD

03. bulbassauro

04. cyndaquil

05. piplup!

06. CHARMANDER

07. joguei da minha infância até o momento. fazem uns boooons anos que jogo.

08. pokémon fire red

09. mal lembro mas maioria deles eram tipo grama (?)

10. espeon, typhlosion, ampharos, riolu.. nao lembro

11. antes era o tipo dragão e água,, hoje em dia fico entre elétrico e psíquico 💭 mas amo mt dragão aaa e grama tb 😭 pergunta difícil mds

12. fogo

13. Rowan e Juniper <33

14. Sycamore

15. Clair, Roxie, Clay, BEA!!

16. LT. Surge, Norman, Elesa.

17. UXIE! Reshiram e Zekrom

18. groudoun + todos os mais novos

19. sinnoh e unova minhas queridas

20. facilmente pokémon Black 2

21. helix!

22. por mto tempo foi o leafeon... agora o espeon tomou meu coração e se tornou meu amado queridinho.

23. botava qlq coisa tudo bagunçado pq eu era assim

24. odeio mega evolução oh desgraça feia. mas eu amo o mega blaziken meudeus quando se trata dele eu moveria montanhas !!!!

25. nao sei nao quero raciocinar essa pergunta nem li direito

26. mach claro

27. sim sempreee

28. qlq coisa relacionada a algum programa q eu estivesse trabalhandk ou xingamentos pq achei o pokemon dificl de pegar ou siela tlgd

29. capturado nenhum mas por escolha sendo inicial foi o oshawott .

30. sei la o blaziken pq ele fica bem esticadao

Gotta ask 'em all!

1. What's your favorite Pokemon?

2. What's your least favorite Pokemon?

3. Which Pokemon was your first starter?

4. Which Pokemon was your most recent starter?

5. Which starter is your favorite?

6. Which starter is your least favorite?

7. How long have you been playing Pokemon?

8. What was the first Pokemon game you played?

9. Which Pokemon made up your first team?

10. Which Pokemon made/make up your most recent team?

11. Which Pokemon type is your favorite?

12. Which Pokemon type is your least favorite?

13. Which Pokemon professor is your favorite?

14. Which Pokemon professor is your least favorite?

15. Which gym leader is your favorite?

16. Which gym leader is your least favorite?

17. What's your favorite legendary Pokemon?

18. What's your least favorite legendary Pokemon?

19. Which generation of Pokemon is your favorite?

20. Which Pokemon game is your favorite?

21. Helix fossil or Dome fossil?

22. Which Eeveelution is your favorite?

23. What items do you generally place in your secret base?

24. What's your opinion on mega evolution?

25. Do you have any distinct Pokemon-related memories?

26. Acro bike or Mach bike?

27. Do you give nicknames to your Pokemon?

28. What's the stupidest nickname you've ever given to a Pokemon?

29. What was the first shiny Pokemon you ever caught?

30. What's your favorite evolution?

[myrozendream]

Rozen Profile

Demographics

Name: Rozen (Rose/Rosie/Ro)

Age: 21

Birthday/Zodiac: June 30 (Cancer)

Sex/Gender: Male (Male/He/Him)

Ethnicity: German-Korean

Sexuality: Demi-Pan

Occupation: Dancer, Model, Musician

Socioeconomic status: Filthy Rich-Gives most to charity

Education: Bachelors in Music; Currently working on Masters/Doctorate in Child Psychology

Other notes:

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Physical Appearance

Eye color: Emerald Green

Skin color: Peachy White

Hair: Long, straight, red hair->Usually kept in a high pony-tail with a ribbon gifted by Myungdae or his family; Does dye his hair black for a while

Height: 6ft 2in

Body type:

Fitness level:

Tattoos:

Scars/Birthmarks: 'Whore' carved into his back, stab scars across legs, slash scar across neck

Other distinguishing features: 23 piercings: Rt. ear= Industrial, tragus, and 3 lobe piercings; Lt. ear= Tragus, 5 helix, and 3 lobe piercings; Face= Eyebrow, 2 nostril, septum, and lip piercings; Bellybutton piercing; and a Frenum Ladder piercing-> Facial Piercings are usually out when in the public eye due to his job

Disabilities: Severe depression with suicidal ideation, ADHD, insomnia, night-terrors, sleep paralysis, Loss of apatite, Fear of being touched without permission, PTSD

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History

Place of birth: Germany

Key family members: Scarlet (Mother); Hajoon (Father); Ruby (Twin Sister); Carnelia (Sister); Cherry (Baby Sister); Rufina (Grandmother)

Notable events/milestones:

Criminal record: Was almost arrested for punching a creeper so hard that the man fell back with a broken nose onto a curb and got knocked out. It was considered self-defense though, so the charges were dropped.

Affiliations:

Skeletons in the closet: Ruins the lives of creeps that perv on those that he loves/are under his protection (e.g. gets them fired, put into jail, ruins their relationships, etc.)

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Communication

Languages known: German, English, Korean, Thai, Japanese, and is learning Spanish

Preferred communication methods:

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Relationships

Partner(s)/Significant other(s): Myungdae (Wolfie/Neugdae)

Lover(s): Both he and Myungdae slept with a unnamed female friend for the experience (since they had only had each other previously)

Parents/Guardians: Scarlet and Hajoon

Children: None currently, but he does want a child with Myungdae in the future. Ruby, his twin, has agreed to carry the baby.

Grandparents: Rufina (Scarlet's Mother)

Other Family: Rubera (twin sister), Carnelia (middle), Cherry (youngest)

Pets: Wolfram (Golden Retriever) and Taeyang (American Curl Cat)

Best friends: Iseul and Daehyun

Friends: Hyunsu, Jaemin, Jaeseok, Chunhwa, and Eunji

Rivals: Iseul and Ruby

Enemies: Daehyun (past); Other

Colleagues: Hyunsu, Jaemin, Jaeseok, and Seungwon

Mentors/Teachers: Seungwon

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Followers: 'UFO' (Unhinged Fan Organization)

Clubs/Memberships: 'Unhinged Alliance'

Social media presence: Multiple

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[maddiem4]

Finally beat a game that's been an enigma to me since childhood. Glad I finally looked up a walkthrough for the parts where I was stuck, I never would have guessed the actual mechanics I was missing. It's nice, and I needed the win tonight, but I feel weirdly numb after staying up so late for it, and needing such a big hint. Feels anticlimactic after so many years.

What I'm looking forward to is trying the harder difficulties, now that I actually understand the rules of Iron Helix, since all the DNA and clue locations are different, and I'm guessing there's some number tweaks to make the defender faster or your energy drain worse. I want a fair chance to crack this on my own merits.

If for some reason you're playing Iron Helix 30 years after its release, here's the trick that gets you to Phase 2 (without heavy spoilers): you need to specifically be carrying the DNA of the commander, lt. commander, and weapons guy. The game never says you need that specific combo, but you do! And then magically you can finally watch the video messages on all those data ports. There are other poorly explained rules but you can probably figure it out from there.

[pokemonratingblog]

My experience with (and review of) Pokemon Red.

As part of the entire gimmick of this page, I am replaying and ranking the pokemon games in order.

First, I did what any reasonable person would do and picked bulbasaur. I named it "SmartFridg" because the naming scheme for this run is fridge models and there was not enough space to write "Samsung Smart Fridge". After that, I instantly caught a pidgey, naming it "KFpkmnFPBEA". There comes a huge issue, being that there is no way to input numbers into usernames in gen 1, so I just substituted the numbers from "KF86FPBEA" with the Pk and Mn symbols. With that out of the way, I swept Brock with my bulbasaur, went to Mt. Moon, caught a geodude and named it "PFEpkmnKYNFS". I then proceeded to take the dome fossil (better than helix. fight me) and then sweep Misty with my ivysaur.

With the 2 pushovers out of the way, I caught a drowzee and named it "LFXSpkmnpkmnpkS", I beat Gary's ass, did the SS. Anne stuff, beat Gary's ass again, and then challenged Lt Surge. The Lt Surge fight was awful, It took me like 12 tries to get the rng for the gym puzzle (and then I swept Lt. Surge with my somewhat underleveled geodude because all of the fights in the early game are pushovers). After getting my rightfully earned Flash HM, I taught it to my drowzee because I couldnt be assed to catch something else to teach it to.

I then ventured through Rock Tunnel, where my geodude evolved into a graveler and I had to face the divine wrath of 1000 zubats.

I then fought Gary in Lavender town (not before completely forgetting to heal :3), wherein his first 2 pokemon fell to my graveler, every one of my pokemon except my still somewhat underleveled drowzee fell to his gyarados, and my underleveled drowzee earned a medal of honor for his brave service in sweeping the fuck out of 3 pokemon who were like 5 levels up on him each. This drowzee will never leave my team. Also I went up the tower forgetting I need the silph scope so it was kind of an embarassing walk back down.

Notably, after the lavender town fight, I did some grinding and evolved my drowzee into a hypno.

I then fought Erika in Celadon City. This fight was�� also a pushover. It wasn't a clean sweep like the first 3 but it was pretty damn easy. Keep in mind I'm like 2 levels down on her pokemon and my team consists of 4 members and an oddish I caught to use cut. Using the TM i got from erika, I taught my ivysaur mega drain to replace it's vine whip.

I went to the celadon city department store. I tried to buy some great balls. but it turns out. my inventory is full??? I decided to use a rare candy to clear up a spot. I am really glad they removed the inventory space limit in future games.

I went to the game corner rocket hideout. All these collectible items and I'm struggling with the storage in my backpack. I know I can put my items in the pc but I was too lazy to do that. I used the thunder wave TM I got earlier on my hypno, and the dig TM i got earlier on my graveler. I got a double edge TM and used it on my pidgeotto. This seems closer to a battle of attrition, with how these rocket grunts manage to have 5 fodder pokemon at once. I oneshot them all but they know I'll eventually run out of PP.

I started the Giovanni fight. I won in 4 turns spamming dig with my graveler. Absolute joke of a boss fight. Graveler was only 1 level up on his pokemon too. I press the graveler button and I win.

With silph scope in hand, I re-enter the pokemon tower to kill someone who's already dead. Oh and also beat up a bunch of fodder trainers that have no reason to be here. This is giving Johto vibes. Though the pokemon aren't single digit leveled, which kinda sets it apart from Johto's fodder spam a bit.

Once I got the pokeflute, I decided to catch myself a snorlax for my 5th team member. I named it after the iconic fridge, the Xbox series X. Ofc that's more than 10 letters, so I had to shorten it to "Series X"

After making it through the gauntlet of fodder trainers, I reached Fuschia city. In Koga's gym is where I first saw a trainer actually switch pokemon. However, these switches were fucking stupid and unneccessary, which led to the trainers still being fodder. Onto koga himself? He was fodder. I swept him with a Lvl 34 hypno. It's worth noting his ace is lvl 43, and the rest of his pokemon range from lvls between 37-39. This was probably the easiest gym leader i've faced yet. I'm really not buying the lie that this is somehow a difficult game when so far this game has been easier than X and Y. The only difficult part of this game so far is trying to deal with the clunkiness and slowness of everything, which can be easily solved with emulator speedup.

I entered the safari zone. Finding this HM was utter hell. Why did they hide an important HM in the middle of bumfuck nowhere? why did they lock it under a sidequest with no indicators as to where it could be hidden? why is it in the one place that has a timer? this is horrible game design. I had to use google for a lot of things in pokemon red (imagine what this game was like when it first released!), but this has to be the most egregious example. After getting surf, I taught it to my already very powerful snorlax.

On the way to the Seafoam Islands, my Ivysaur evolved into a Venusaur. However, I decided to backtrack because I remembered that I completely forgot that I needed to fight Sabrina and team rocket. Venusaur probably won't be useful for sabrina, but I intend to beat giovanni's ass with it twice.

Entering the silph co. rocket fodder emporium, I swept every trainer with my graveler. Gary proved once again to be the only difficult battle anywhere in this tower, and that's once again because I forgot to heal before his fight. I swept giovanni with my graveler's earthquake. I thought maybe i'd need venusaur for Giovanni's fight but I was wrong because even with a lucky poison proc early into the fight he only got my graveler to half hp by the time his 4 pokemon were dead. How the fuck does this guy lead a criminal organization.

Entering the sabrina fight I was promised a difficult fight. It took 2 attempts. All it took was quite literally the smallest hint of strategy to win this fight. If this is the peak? I have no hope for the future fights.

I entered the seafoam islands. It's random encounter and boulder puzzle hell. I could just use repels but they dont auto-renew in this gen so it's more trouble than it's worth. The boulder puzzle was fun. I missed the great ball on the articuno twice and failed pitifully at catching it. And then I died because that articuno also happened to be the hardest fight I have faced up to this point. Realizing I had no interest in catching articuno anyways, I decided to head directly to cinnabar island.

I did the pokemon mansion stuff, did the blaine puzzle, and… I swept Blaine with a graveler who was 3 levels down.

Onto Giovanni.

I enter giovanni's gym, Venusaur in hand, ready to see what the 8th gym has to offer. Ready to see if this pushover main villain has what it takes to not be a pushover for the 3rd time in a row. And then he was a pushover for the 3rd time in a row. I swept him with a lvl 38 venusaur. Keep in mind that his entire team is in their mid 40s and his ace is lvl 50. His nidoking and nidoqueen still had fucking poison sting. This game being this fucking easy is infuriating. I thought that coming into the fight underleveled would give it a fair bit of extra challenge but I guess knowing basic fucking type matchups is enough.

I meet Gary by victory road again. I end up taking a loss to his alakazam. Fair, considering my highest level pokemon is 10 levels down on his alakazam. I did a bit of grinding and made a new strategy, beating gary's ass again.

I went through victory road and fought the elite 4. they were all pushovers except for lance, who took me a 2nd try. Lance was a surprisingly hard and fun fight.

And now here we are. The champion, Gary. This fight was very hard and took me 4 tries. This is among the only genuinely difficult fight in the game, despite the fact that all 3 of my losses came from that damn exeggutor abusing gen 1 sleep mechanics. But despite this, I beat him with a team of 5 pokemon who were 20 levels down. Here are screenshots of my team.

the oddish was only there to use cut. How would I rate my experience with this game? 5/10 PROS: Great region design fairly diverse amount of options, especially for a gameboy game great rival CONS: Extremely (and i mean extremely) easy. Definitely easier than x and y. the only fights that weren't piss easy were the gary fights, the lance fight, and the sabrina fight. and even then they were still quite easy. Extremely slow. Without emulator speedup i'd have died of old age before finishing this game. especially in regards to grinding. Quality of life is a dead art to these developers. everything felt super clunky to do. all of the quality of life features pokemon is known for only came in future generations.

[corvidcrafts273]

Righto

Kindly excuse me while i overanalyse the heck out of this post

All i know about this particular sweater is that its intricately made and that there are no patterns available of this sweater

So!

Im just going to note down what i see here for future ref:

This looks like it was made using the stockinette stitch, probably starting from the collar and going downwards

Primary colors used are dk pink, lt blue , forest green and white

i wonder if the original designer/knitter dyed the yarn themselves and then started knitting (because if so, kudos to you)

I think it starts out with a ribbing stitch, say every 3 stitches(oh, the entire collar itself is a 3x3 ribbing stitch, with changing colors every 2 rows)

Color sequence= white, purple, dk pink, white, turquoise blue , green

Right thats the collar done

Now for the torso

(i have no idea how the sleeves look, for the sake of aesthetics im hoping this is a sweater vest/the sleeves are creamy white )

Intarsia patterns in order of appearance:

Red diamond motif(staunchly ignoring the green vine like design on the shoulder)

Very complex eye= i think i spot a cat, im naming her verdant

pattern that looks like an hourglass for some reason

Wheels followed by windows(oh! They made the wheel wind around the v neck of the vest)(how lovely!)

typical maze pattern seen on knitted sweaters

4 petaled flowers that ive randomly decided are called carnations

looks like a sideways helix(my math brainrot wants to call it x )

A better version of the diamond window motif

complex design that can either be interpreted as a sword with wings at the hilt or a cross

4 clover leaf

(I have no idea how it ends, im assuming theres a rib stitch to follow sweater fashion)

Ill add more in new posts if i find more details in my rewatch (scheduled waayy later)

Edit= i think i like fair isle sweaters

Edit no 2= on skipping to gabe scenes i have spotted 2 more rows beyond what is shown in the pic (no it doesnt end with rib stitches but i think it has rounded ends?)

just simple rows of a diamondish pattern in dk green

And a banner like motif (semicircles) with red/prev established magenta

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How about 7, 14, 18, 28, and 52?

Hey baby <3 Thanks for asking! :D

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7. Biggest turn offs:

Hm... obnoxiously loud laughter/shouting (especially at night), smoking, drinking culture (i.e. need to be drunk to have fun), acting like you're better than anyone else, teasing someone for being excited about something

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14. Piercings i want:

I already have most of the piercings I want (several helix, two in each lobe, nostril) but maybe a daith? I'm a little scared of how much that would hurt, but they look really pretty.

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18. Phobia:

I don't know that I have an actual phobias (i.e. irrational fears) as most of my fears are based on experiences that scared me, but small spaces and great heights definitely get me sometimes, even if I'm perfectly safe.

Idk. Is there cilantrophobia? The fear that there may be cilantro in my food? 😂

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28. Favorite ice cream?

Good old plain chocolate is generally my all around favourite, but Haagen Dasz's raspberry white chocolate truffle ice cream is TOPS. 🤤

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52. Have you ever kissed a picture?

I have kissed many pictures lol. A picture of you! And when I was younger, pics of my favourite celebs, because I was a cringey preteen at one point just like everyone else lmao

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Send me a random question ask! &lt;3

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Alyag - Interview & Studio Tour

Studio

Gear List

Line 6 - Helix LT

Universal Audio - Apollo Twin X Quad

MOTU - M4

SPL - 2Control

Genelec - 8040BPM Monitors

Native Instruments - Maschine+

Native Instruments - Kontrol M32

Novation - Launchpad X

SubPac - S2

Guitars (some modded)

Schecter - C-7 Hellraiser

Schecter - SLS Elite E-1

LTD - Alexi Laiho SE-600

Fender - Player Plus Stratocaster

Taylor - American Dream AD17e

Headphones 

Slate Audio - VSX

Sennheiser - HD650

Mics 

Aston Microphones - Origin

SE Electronics - DynaCaster

Aston Microphones - Starlight

Plugins

UAD, SSL Native, Plugin Alliance plug-ins

Xfer Serum, Synapse Audio Dune 3, Arturia Pigments, Sonic Academy ANA2 soft synths

Native Instruments Komplete 14 Ultimate, and more sample libraries than I care to admit

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Interview

Who are you and what is your relationship with music?

My name is Alyag, and I'm a lifelong tune-tinkerer, multi-instrumentalist, music producer, and sassball extraordinaire, currently based in Victoria, BC, Canada.

I've been honing the craft of writing, performing, and producing original music since my early teens, and more recently learning how to actually build a business and a career through marketing and monetization.

My main background has always been in rock and melodic metal -- I've played in many a band over the years -- however, more recently I took up the mantle of fusing elements thereof with various genres of electronic dance music. Growing up, I'd always had a tremendous love for both, but the production elements in electronic music (specifically the sound design) had genuinely intimidated me. That is until about a half-dozen years ago when, utterly enchanted by the sights n' sounds of the Shambhala Music Festival here in BC, I'd felt called to take a serious crack at it... and haven't turned back since.

By day, I peddle fine instrumental and professional audio wares at a music store; by night (and every other available waking moment), I'm arranging noise into something that hopefully makes sense, and spreading its gospel across the Interwebz. I've made a humble but steadily increasing income from my creative spewings, via gigs / streaming / sales / sync licensing / etc, and certainly aim to make it a full-time thing at some point in the near-ish future.

I'd go absolutely bonkers were I not doing it, so for me music is literally the thing that gets me out of the otherwise inescapably cozy confines of bed in the morning.

Which piece of equipment in your studio is essential to your production process?

These days I'd say it's the Slate VSX headphones.

Since I'm not currently in a position where I can afford a dedicated studio space, being able to check my mixes in some of the most renowned control rooms on professionally tuned speaker systems, all within my headphones, has been absolutely game-changing, especially in terms of being able to trust that what I'm hearing will ultimately translate in any environment. And being able to do the infamous "car test" without actually having to go to my car is pretty handy.

Also, guitars. Couldn't do without at least one (or several) of those.

What is the most budget-friendly piece of studio gear that gave you the most results?

If we're talking bang-for-buck ratio here, I'd still say the Slate VSX. They aren't cheap headphones by any means, but when I think of the amount of money I've sunk into my monitoring environment over the years -- between speakers, room treatment, calibration software, a fancy speaker switcher/controller with built-in cross-talk emulation for headphone mixing, the headphones themselves, a Sub Pac, you name it -- the value I've gotten out of these particular headphones over the past year and a bit I've owned them has far surpassed anything I'd used previously, at a fraction of the cost.

Beyond that, I'm a big fan of less expensive gear that "punches up", if you will; stuff that is oft pitted against much more expensive brand products. For example, my favorite mic for anything acoustic or clean vocal is the Aston Origin -- relatively cheap when compared to the Neumanns and the AKGs of the world, but it's the one I always go for whenever I record any of that sort of material, just because I've always loved the unique character it would impart on the recording, and how little processing it would need after the fact to sit great in the mix. It's also quite forgiving on ambient noise, which helps when you're a bedroom producer with a less-than-perfect space.

I've also found that certain cheap, almost "throwaway" instruments for some reason can record inexplicably well compared to (or at times even better than!) their higher-end equivalents. And taking it further than that, the beauty of the amount of processing anyone with a DAW has at their disposal these days, is that you can take any recorded signal and transform it into something so much more than it once was in endlessly creative ways... so it really isn't necessary to have all of the best stuff to make great tunes. I'm a firm believer in the concept of, "good enough", rather than ceaselessly chasing better and more expensive gear.

Walk us through your process for creating and producing music.

Every tune is different, and while I do try to mix things up every once in a while (starting with drums or a bassline instead of a melody, for example), I'm always open to where a new idea might spark.

Sometimes it could be as simple as flipping through presets in a new plug-in when something clicks; sometimes it could be a cool arpeggio stumbled across by happenstance by fretting the guitar in some unusual way; other times a random melody will pop into my head, and I'll try to map it out either on the guitar, or directly via MIDI in Ableton, and build on it from there.

A lot of my catchier tunes will typically start in the latter way, with a couple having even come to me in a dream... which is always a rare and precious moment followed immediately by my frazzled half-awake self scrambling out of bed and toward the computer to try to somehow capture the damn thing before it completely dissolves into the ether.

What is a production technique that you always come back to?

I don't know if I'd necessarily call it a technique so much as a preferred method, but I've never gotten out of the habit of programming all my drums entirely by hand via clicky-mouse -- as in, I literally write in every single note and adjust its velocity with the pointer.

Sure, I have drum pad controllers I could use to actually play in the percussive parts, but I've done it this way for so many years that it's just faster and somehow more efficient for me. It doesn't matter if I'm making melodic death metal or electronic dance music; the method is exactly the same, just the samples are different.

How would you explain your style?

Historically I've referred to my tunes as an eclectic amalgamation of Electro-Psy-Funk-DnB-nuDisco-Trance-Metal, which is a bit of a mouthful, hah. Thus far it's the best way I've come up with to describe my noise making antics, as they very much are as cohesive a blend of all of those conventionally-rarely-seen-dancing-together elements as I can possibly muster. Being a tremendous fan of a plethora of highly varied genres and styles, I've never been keen on pigeon holing myself into any particular one, rather opting to fuse together as many of my favorites as possible.

That being said, I'd say a fairly accurate (as I imagine it) explanation for my music would be the soundtrack to a high-stakes hover car race in a dystopian future cityscape whilst in the midst of a legendary boss battle.

What’s your biggest struggle?

Ironically, being the jack of all yet master of none in terms of niche genres makes it very difficult to appeal to curators or even labels that specialize in specific styles of music.

Often times if I try to pitch my stuff for promotion, I'll get feedback citing that it's too much of one thing and not enough of another (namely the one that they specialize in), and thus it doesn't quite fit their mold... which is precisely why I've remained 100% independent with all of my releases to date (with the exception of a couple of collaborations with other artists on their labels).

The benefit thereof, however, is that I retain all the rights to and creative control over my work, so I don't have to cater to anyone or anything other than my zany imagination.

Has building a hardware setup changed your perspective on music or life in general?

I actually do most things "in the box", and own very little hardware, as I'm pressed both for budget and space.

If anything, I've been trying to simplify my setup more and more over the years, downsizing quite a bit from what I'd used to have. For example, instead of a hefty studio rack, I now do everything on the Apollo Twin; in place of a gargantuan tube guitar amp, all my tone comes from the Helix floorboard; and instead of a band, I have my laptop, hah.

So I suppose that if I've drawn any life lesson parallels here, is that the simpler the better (at least for my own peace of mind), and the less I have to cart around to gigs and such.

One tip on how to spark creativity?

I think creativity is akin to a muscle -- exercised regularly, it grows stronger and more efficient; left to stagnate, it atrophies. So based on that analogy I'd say the most important way to maintain it is to keep doing creative things, even if only a little bit each day. Taking that same analogy a tad further, there have been studies in physical fitness that show that one receives the same amount of health benefits from light daily exercise as they do from a couple of heavy work-outs with longer periods of recovery in-between. Which is to say that, even shorter bouts of creative output multiple times a week will likely yield similar amounts of progress as one solid day of continuous flow.

And here's the thing: in the context of, say, an independent music producer who already wears many hats in the writing/engineering/producing/releasing/marketing process, creativity doesn't just mean making music. It could pertain to making a social media post; writing an email to your mailing list; updating the bio on your website; designing new merch; creating ancillary video content that delves into the production story of your new release; answering questions in an in-depth interview (ahem) -- you name it -- it's all a form of creativity... and at the end of the day, as a creative person, all of those many ways amount to flexing that muscle.

The goal is merely to keep doing the things.

A book, movie, article, or album that has inspired you?

"The War of Art", along its follow-up, "Turning Pro" by Steven Pressfield are a absolute must-reads for any creative.

Relatively quick reads, but the sense of creative empowerment and drive they instill in you cannot be understated.

Where can people find more of your music and connect with you online?

Official Website

Bandcamp

Spotify

SoundCloud

Facebook

Instagram

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