#I only used the poster for refference

[floofballsammy]

YALL I'M EXCITED FOR THE FNAF MOVIE.

HAVE ME REDRAWING THE POSTER.

[lockandkeyhyena]

Hi im a black person with kinks and i just wanted to say yeah:

"kill the cop in your head" is not a good response/phrase to use when reffering to what is primarily teenagers impulsively reacting in disgust on what is impulse.

The "cop in your head" thing in general is not a helpful phrase for anything aftually. We already have a word for white people who use systemic state sanctioned violence against minorities: it's called a Karen.

While i understand the importance of intersectionality don't like white people co-opting violence marginalized racial minorities experience far more frequently than they do. Especially since black sexuality especially is already seen as inherently deviant so it's not like we have a choice on what we make public thats gonna put us in danger.

In a similar manner to how being visibly black is not comparible to being queer and being able to not disclose your queerness.

Obvi i speak as a black person not as other racialized minorities nor all black people.

yeah you pretty much spoke my thoughts out loud anon! another anon suggested ‘kill the callout poster in your head’ which is think is not only more accurate but doesn’t invoke the state sanctioned murder of bipoc to make a point

[altar-ov-plagues]

Your tattoos are so beautiful

If only i was as pretty as the tattoos 🙃

Thank you, I have a lot of ideas already so i'm planning on making more. I already started the right arm on a similar fashion to the tattoos on the left arm so i probably will make the rest of the arm with the same style. This type of medieval tattoo seems to be on the rise, so chances are i might copy someone by mistake (since i already saw people using ideas that i had damn).

I also would like to tattoo a whole limb with tattoos on a style similar to hilken.ttt (instagram tattoo artist profile) using the Verdugo from re4 as refference. This:

If you see is work and match both ideas i think you'll get the picture. It would look dark af.

Some ideas from artworks from war metal posters i have here are also on the table.

[kakashifanrp]

- Going Between Dimensions -

Part 4 - Avoiding at all cost  

Kakashi Hatake x Y/N        Masterlist

A faint cough pulled your attention back to the conversation at hand. "Y/N are you listening." Asuma lighten another cigarette, looking very unpleased. "oh, I'm Sorry.. You were going on about students?" you giggled akwardly. Once again you had let yourself be caught up in memories from long ago. "well.. Yeah, we did.. We tried to ask if the Hokage had given you any?" Kurenai looked at you. "no.. Not this year either" a soft dissapointed sigh left your lips. "wait, soo he won't give you any students, but Kakashi Hatake who has dissmissed and put fail on his three last ones get another chance?"

Your body froze up at the mention of his name. "really?" you looked down a bit. It was not a shock... You knew very well why lord 3rd didn't give you any genin to train.. "yeah, he left Anbu how long ago? Two years ago.." Asuma said to himself. Even though Kakashi had left the anbu, or retired as they called it. You could still not forget. "hey, I am ok.. I truly am.." you looked over at them and smiled a bit. "but I have to go.. I promised Naruto ramen again" you got up slowky. "you pay too much attention to that kid.... You know don't you?" Kurenai gave you the look of concern.

You knew exactly what she reffered too. "he is just a kid.." you gave her the look. "I see you two around" you waved at them and left the tea shop. You looked down as you walked, thinking about it all. As years passed by it became harder and harder to keep the secret.. And now with Minato's kid in the same position made you feel for him, he had it worse.. Having everyone know about him.. And having the beast that attacked the village 10 years ago in him.  Even though lord 3rd had told you to stay away, you couldn't help it.. Same with the Uchiha kid.. Bying them dinner once in a while did no harm.

A small scoff left your chest as you crashed into something hard. You carefully looked up staring straight into someones chest. "I am sorry.. I didn't look where I was.." you stopped as your eyes catched the mask on the lower side of the face. Feeling yourself freezing in your spot, not daring to look up to the eyes. "Y/N? Is that you?" the familliar voice spoke up as he took a step back. "hello?" he said again, making you look up carefully. It was indeed Kakashi.. No other person wears a mask like that. His eye widen a bit, just looking back at you. "I'm sorry, I have too go" you forced out as you tried not to run away from him. Unbeknownst to you he had reconized the terrified expression and look in your eye, and he knew well to well why... Which started to pain him.

"Y/N, have you seen Naruro!?" your head poked up as you looked at a fellow Jonin. "No...what has he done this time?" you muttered, knowing full well he had to have done something again. "take a look for yourself." he pointed thowards the mountain with the hokages faces. You looked up and almost gasped. " tell me he didn't..."

"well, he did... Can you help us look, you seems to be the only one knowing his hideout" you just nodded. "I will, I will.. Don't worry" you sighed and started the search right away. This games of his was starting to get on your nerves. You looked around carefully as you run throught the street, before you noticed the fence looked a bit odd. "Naruto Uzumaki, get out right now" you placed your hands on the hips as you stood in front of the hidingspot. The poster was lowered slowly, letting the blond, blueyed kid come into view.

"Auntie sama..." he smiled nervously rubbing his neck as he looked at you. "this time you are in big trouble" your voice were stern. And in true Naruro fashion he took a run for it, making you follow. First back at the tea shop you were able to grab his collar and lift him up. "Auntie sama, I didn't do it!" he tossed and turned as he hanged from his clothes. "No ramen for you, young man" the dissapointment in his face became visable as he stopped. "but you promised me Ramen! I was waiting for you, Belive it!" he pouted.

You turned him around and pointed at the mountain. "waiting were you ha?" the blush spread across his face as he tried to hide in his sweater. "what should I do with you, Naruto.. You know this is not ok" you almost facepalmed yourself out of frustration. Who needed students when you had Naruto to deal with daily.  "but... Auntie sama.." you shaked your head and looked at the jonins catching up. "don't worry I have him.. He is gonna clean it up" you assured everyone as they left muttering a few words. You caught the look of Kurenai and Asuma in the shop, still sitting with their tea.

"come naruto.. Time to clean up" you placed a hand on his shoulder as you guided him thowards the mountains. "why are you doing this... I just wanted to have fun.." the blond frowned. "It's not fun Naruto.. It is disrespectful.." trying to explain that to him was not easy. "It was?" the blue eyes looked up at you with a confused expression. You kneeled down to his hight. "yes.. It was.. The hokages faces aren't there for nothing you know..." looking for a statement of understandment from him. "Well, lets wash it away.. You don't want dinner to be late tonight..." You almost prayed with your whole soul he would make it this time, and finally become a Genin.

You made sure you stayed with him the few hours it took for him to clean up the faces of his paint. Watching him carefully you had time to think." last cheek now, and we get some Ramen.. What do you say?" it was like the whole boy started to glow. "you don't have to ask twice Auntie sama, I be done in no time, Belive it!" he cheered, making you smile. He really did have the spirit. When everything was done you took him to Ichiraku ramen and let him eat until he was full, before you payed. "well, time for bed kiddo.. Remember the exams are tomorrow and I am exited to hear the outcome" you smiled as you said goodbye.

If it didn't go well you had no idea how he would take it... And it worried you alot.. You knew Sasuke was gonna do it well, he had shown you his grades before and he was on top of his class.. Naruto on the other hand, more like the bottom like yourself back in the day. You got home and curled into a ball underneath the covers of your bed, making you fall asleep.

Next morning you bolted awake, cold sweat running down your body as you looked around the room.. "the eyes.. Always the eyes.." you rubbed your face and got up, knowing you had to get ready for today and another boring mission in town.  Even after you got the jonin rank at age 18, lord 3rd never sent you outside the fences of the city.. Unless it was with Jiraiya. But thats almost 10 years ago now.

You spend most of the day doing C rank missions for the village.. Helping old people and finding cats.. Not much exitment during the days... And almost embarrassing for a shinobi like yourself to be doing all of this. When you were done, You sat down near the river as the sun startes to set, just trying to relax for once. You layed your body back against the grass and closes your eyes and just enjoyed the silent sourrounsings and warm weather.

"Where is he! Did you get him?" you groan as you heard the voices in the distance. "He got the scroll! Find him!" this got your attention as you looked over at the shenobies running around like crazy. "did someone infiltrate the village or something?" you asked yourself and got up, wanting some exitement in your boring life, soo you decided to check it out. Indeed the streets and rooftops was full of shinobis running around.. It made you look almost amused. You noticed Genma and stopped him." whats all this noise about?"

"you haven't heard?" he answered slitghly paniced and annoyed. "the brat of yours took the sacret scroll of forbidden jutsus and ran off, now help us find him!" you shot Genma a glare for the brat comment as you just nodded and joined in to search. You had to admit hearing Naruto do something like that was hard to belive.. Why would he even do such a thing. Checking his usual hideouts and tricks spots you still couldn't find him. You went over to his appartment, empty. You frowned. "what are you up to now?" you asked yourself as you conntinued the search.

After what felt like hours you stop in your tracks as you noticed Iruka and he had naruto . "Iruka!" you ran over to them and eyes widen as you saw the damage. "what happened?" you took over for Naruto and helped guiding him thowards the hospital. Naruto looked more shamefull than ever, making you not comment on the situation.

After the scroll was delivered and you had sent Naruto home again. You were able to hear the story from Iruka.. And it almost hurt to hear how the kid was fooled and the reasion why. "he mastered the shadow clone jutsu.." this made your head snap thowards his direction. "the forbidden shadow clone jutsu?" you were suprised.

The next day you still couldn't belive it. What Iruka had said sounded almost scary.. You could make shadow clones too.. But first time was when you were 15..using the 12 tails chakra.. But naruto, over 20... You stopped in the street as you saw Kurenai and Asmuna with three kids each. They had gotten their students after all. You smiled and waved thowards them as you walked over when the kids left. "you finally found the students?" you smiled. "yeah. We did" Asuma smiled. "we heard naruto and sauske got on the same team.." the faint voice of Kurenai made you look over

"thats good isn't it?" you smiled, hoping the boys would get along. "well, we don't wanna worry you.. But they ended up on a surten someones team" Asuma looked at you nervously. "wait.. Do not tell me.." they both nodded, making you nervous once again. "oh my... If they fail I will not know how to handle it." you had heard about it.. How he failed all of his students on the first day.. Sending them back to the academy. As much as you feared the man, the worry for the boys took over.. And even worse, if they by any chance was able to pass... It would be harder to avoid the obious.

[mozaikrolez]

a random assortment of open verse headcanons for akaza , douma , gyuutaro ( npc daki included ) , muzan kibutsuji , rui & new muse enmu .

because i have muses from the manga involved in these headcanons , be weary of the ones you aren’t familiar with as they do spoil a lil bit of season 2 ( specifically for gyuutaro & douma ) , but not that much . if you do not mind spoilers for demon slayer , you may proceed with no caution !

general info :

considering the timeline of demon slayer ( taisho era : 1912 - 1926 ) , i’ll be adding an extra hundred years to their chronological age to keep their origins as close to canon as possible .

missing person ? 9/10 times a demon ate them !

though the majority of the hc’s are carefree & light hearted — due to the nature of the series , general discussion of violence , mentions of manipulation & cannibalism will be present .

akaza

attending night school & taking some classes online , akaza recently started high school again as a student in his final year ( has done this around the 80s under a different alias & appearance ) . he is known for skipping classes & starting fights with other students . he has a jotaro kujo type of rep at his school .

he doesn’t really care about school all the much — mostly attending to play some kind of role in modern day society .

on the topic of fights , he often looks for them in the night life areas of the city — somewhere he can find a group of people to brutalize . he leads them to places where he can ( of course ) kill them without the possibility of prying eyes .

he has a soft spot for animals ! one rainy day , he found a stray cat & decided to take him in & raise a lil guy ! his name is hanabi .

he drives a motorcycle . what kind ? not sure yet !

on more than one occasion akaza beats the shit outta guys who stalk or harass women in many ways . this has led him to getting random gifts of gratitude when they find him again — stuff he REALLY doesn’t want to accept , but does to show show thanks .

really wants a hedgehog .

douma

he is still a cult leader in the modern day , but does other things on the side ! his cult looks a bit different than it did in the past . it’s recognized as a more of a spiritual group or collective revolving around self improvement , rather than a religious group or something .

he also plays the role of a swindler , sweet talking his way to riches & increasing his follower count .

aside from the fact that he HAS to be out at night , he really does enjoy the night life . the lights are exciting & the general atmosphere of people having a good time suits him .

enjoys going to a particular coffee shop on cloudy or rainy days , though he only goes there to sit in the lounge & not drink the coffee . buys sweets here & there then offers to pay the person behind him a treat too ( he’s really flirty with people ) .

for the past hundred years , douma has expanded on his collection of skulls from his victims . he has found an interest in morbid occult things , such as ; specimens ( animal skulls , animal organs , animal parts in general , bugs & other oddities ) , shrunken pygmy heads , taxidermies & other things of this nature .

he is extremely fascinated with other cultures & how they deal with dead bodies & has spent years researching about it . what is he looking at in those cafés ? possibly morbid shit ( he’s got a vpn ) ! because of this , he really wants to visit egypt to see a mummy .

kinda wants to attempt mummify someone or turn then into a taxidermy . maybe a doll .

gyuutaro & npc daki

going off of the lil extras that are provided at the end of each book , gyuutaro — like akaza , goes to night school & rides a motorcycle !

in japan , there are these services where you can pay to go out on a date with someone . daki does this instead of being a courtesan .

gyuutaro always stalks her while she goes on these dates so no one does anything that wasn’t agreed upon .

being the one who counts the money she earns , gyuutaro is really REALLY good at math . on that note , his organization skills when setting up an equation — PERFECT ! he’d be a perfect accountant !

on that note ... daki is sooo confused with that stuff . she’s not very good at math & would ask for his help but it would always end in a shouting match .

gyuutaro wears a mask to cover his face whenever he leaves the house in his human form . this is mostly to cover his face because he’s insecure about his appearance .

when paying for something gyuutaro has to build up the courage before he approaches the cashier .

muzan kibutsuji

muzan still out here living multiple lives ! one of which , a young gothic lolita who was adopted by a socialite family .

muzan is one of the few demons who leave while it’s a partly cloudy day . he uses a cute goth lolita parasol to reflect the sun !!

this persona , he goes by the name of keina ( last name wip ) & is considered to be a prodigy in replicating the art works of a famous pottery artist in the tiasho era ( this is reffering to gyokko who still makes pots for muazn to take credit for under the guise of keina )

in the persona muzan has when he is a young man he is the owner of a museum .

rui

rui is one of the demons that hasn’t really adapted to modern society . while he knows about cellphones , the internet & all that — he doesn’t really care to move to the city .

his presence & house in the forest is recognized as a famous urban legend on the internet : one about people who get killed by the ghosts that haunt the area . the general public believe that people just go missing or presumably get killed by wild life or eventually succumb to the elements .

while he doesn’t go into the nearby town too often , he does just to wander on occasion & doesn’t mind being spotted by people ( they often run from him thinking he’s a ghost ) .

enmu

enmu still works as a hypnotherapist who eventually tortures & eats his patients but he also finds his victims at places like train stations ( a place he likes to be for some reason ) .

enmu has a fascination for trains & you bet he collects train models . big big fan of those lil models .

he loves watching disturbing movies . while he is very chill about most things , this is possibly one of the few things he can get serious about . yes , knowing that the things that are happening in the movies are fake , but a movie with good acting that appears believable — he absolutely loves . what he loves more is showing the average person to watch their disgusted reactions .

& yes , he likes disturbing movies but there are some he does view as trash because is wasn’t good in his eyes . A Serbian Film would fall under this category for him .

this is him — THIS POST IS ENMU !!

he was a theatre kid . he likes musicals a TON !

has a pet spider  , mostly to disturb certain guests . even inciting the most subtle disturbing feeling in someone is ecstasy for him . it’s like playing mind games with them , the way he treats every interaction .

he actually has obsessions with idols & collects albums , posters & the like of his favs . if he could , he would turn his favorite idols into demons & have them serve him ( kinda like rui’s situation with his family — though enmu would be far more cruel & subject them to more torture ) .

[darrowsrising]

I think Virginia using Cassius would have been a better character moment if it had more consequences for Virginia. As the other poster said, Virginia's personality has probably alienated some people, and it would have been nice to see that happen. I agree Virginia didn't owe Cassius anything, but it seems like the decent thing to do to set him straight about her feelings. Especially now after all Cassius has done for the republic. That's assuming she hasn't already (they talked off page in MS)

IMPORTANT - DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE IRON GOLD TRILOGY, PLEASE!

I forgot you just finishedthe first trilogy, I apologize for this! Do not read unless you want spoilers. You could save it somewhere and read it post Iron Gold at least? 😁 Again, sorry.

I don't really see a way for those consequences to work without bringing stupid drama, to be honest. But they did talk in Morning Star, she just chose to keep it private as to the content. I have jo doubt that she cleared things for him.

I mean, if Cassius decided to resent her for it (he wasn't really up to the challange, as his entire life was being torn apart and what he thought he knew was proven wrong), it would have been a thing, but if he decided not to help the Rising because of it, I don't see it as being a valid consequence, because such decisions shouldn't be based on whether or not it includes a payback for the ex.

A consequence, though, for Virginia's entire stunt on Luna was that now Julia au Bellona resents her and openly invalidated her Sovereign status in front of her own Senate. She could have been a valuable ally, instead she is a pain in the arse.

I can agree with you that maybe seeing Cassius alienated or having an open and on page reaction towards being used, maybe seeing that conversation between them would have brought value, but not only to Virginia, but also for Cassius as a character. I can see it being revealed in the last book, as Cassius should definitely close the chapter about his feelings for Virginia, it's high time. It will happen or at least we'll have a refference to that, I think.

That being said, and with all due respect to Cassius, whom I want to see happy and fulfilled, I don't care about this particular point that much, if at all. I was satisfied that Cassius got his head out of his arse for once and worked towards changing the status quo instead of protecting it and seeing honor actually meaning something to him. I was satisfied with knowing that Virginia would do whatever for the cause no one ever really thought she'd even like, no matter how that made her look.

I had the misfortune of reading with my own two eyes about what a villanous bitch Virginia is for treating Cassius as an enemy. I am too tired to ever go through aomething similar. I know that using him was ruthless of her, but that has been used to either demonize her or make it sound like it wasn't enough to 'not make her boring'. This woman can never win with this fandom. The worst was when Pierce Brown was accused of trying to 'shift Virginia and Victra's traits' to paint Virginia better 'because we all know how she stands on torture in MS'. It was such an obvious matter of context - Virginia knew nothing of the asteroid, she couldn't verify something this serious another way, so she suggested torturing a highly trained soldier and close ally of Octavia, while Victra actually knew about it and could verify Cassius' story, hence why she chose to speak up about torturing aimlessly and Virginia understood and respected that. In IG, Virginia saves Lyria from Oracles, because Daxo wanted revenge for his father, not just information. Virginia knew that Kavax brought Lyria into the household, so she gave her the benefit of the doubt for that while still having Holiday as an intimidating and scary factor. This time it wasn't about valuable information for war, it was personal for Victra - her own daughter. Of course she would pull no stops to save her.

As Pierce Brown says, Victra's morality is centered around the people she loves.

She herself has been tortured aimlessly, when she did not know anything about Darrow and thr Rising. Of course, when ahe had the necessary means to verify Cassius' story, she found torturing him an aimless endevour.

But the context changes in Iron Gold. This is not her relating to someone's potential situation, even though they're enemies. This is about something most valuable to Victra, her family. As for Virginia, she has to consider the Republic too, because that's her duty and her curse, she has to solve this fast and as quietly as possible, or risk internal war. Otherwise I am sure, she would trample Hyperion to save the children.

Anyway, I deviated a lot, but point is, I do expect that conversation between Virginia and Cassius to make an apperance in the last book, but will I enjoy Cassius getting pity parties ? No. Because that's what I actually LOVE about Cassius - all that he went through, including multiple heartbreaks from both Darrow and Virginia, shaped him into the character I love today. I do acknowledge that it WAS NOT fair. Cassius suffered and still is today - his twin was beaten to death, his beloved family memebers butchered, even children, everything he stood for shattered, even when he thought he found solace in someone it turns out they actually were to blame or not real at all. That is not something you brush aside and go on. He is who he is now, because of all of that and because he made a choice once he saw what's right. He still carries the pain, but he is not to be pitied for it, but celebrated. He has a long way to go, but it's satisfying to watch him grow through adversity.

I also don't like the concept in general - I don't do that for Darrow (his first MS chapters broke me to hell, I can't read them even today, it's too painful), although I do acknowledge that pain and loss have shaped him too.

So it's not a matter of Cassius not deserving closure, he does, it's a matter of me having to deal with the annoyances to come and being generally neutral to the issue, because I was pretty satisfied with what we got in MS.

Howl on!

[gayshipsandanxiety]

a list of what went down between me and my mom last night bc im still tryna process what happened and ill cry if i dont tell anyone

okay so it started at dinner

my dad reffered to my friend by she/her pronouns and i was like “yeah and they do this thing”

but my dad didnt get the hint and kept calling them she

so i was like “oh actually they use they/them pronouns”

and my dad was great about it, saying that he would do better in the future

but my mom was like “no thats not proper english stop correcting us why do you always pick a fight”

so then i tried to expn to her that i wasnt picking a fight and i was just tryna defend my friend

and then my mom told me “shes not here, she doesnt need defending and if you dont stop im going to punish you”

at this point i was crying, bc 1. anxiety and 2. my mom is transphobic and refuses to acknowledge it

which she got really mad about, saying that im strong enough to yell at people but not strong enough to get yelled at, which i guess is true but also not

so then i went up to my room so i wouldnt have to cry in front of her

then she came up to y room and was like “you have a failure to communicate”

and she sat there trying to get me to talk

so finally i was like “your being a casual transphobe” bc she fucking was

she got super mad abt this, saying that i had no idea who she worked with and was friend with

i cried again

she said im not allowed to call her names and then cry about it and act like im the victim. she kept repeating the phrase “you cant throw rocks and hurt people, then act like youve been hurt” for like the next hour and a half when we were talking.

and then i think i had an anxiety attack? im not sure but i couldnt get my breathing under control and i couldnt stop crying.

which mom got really mad about, bc she thought i was faking it or smth

and like yeah i could breathe normally, but only by biting my lip really hard and shaking

then she looked at a piece of paper i had on my wall and was like “that poster is wrong, you know. fandom doesnt mean family.”

so apparently she knows i talk to ppl online

@elen-aiwe she said i can keep talking to you but if she catches me on any other sites im not supposed to be on she’ll take away my pc forever

she then proceded to tell me how tv shows and movies are “just stories” and “real friend are better than internet friends”

lmao everything i care about is pointless to her

also she thinks that being gay is all abt sex

and shes mad at me for calling her homophobic

somebody help

i dont know whats happening anymore

fandom is my only escape but i cant get to fandom 24/7

i feel like im suffocating whenever im around her

and im only 13 so its not like i have to wait a few months and then move out or some shit like that

i feel like my only option is to get dad to divorce her, but that would give my sister anxiety

and my dad is kinda on my side but thinks that i should just let it go and live my life

how do i make my parents see that mom is hurting me?

and mom was physically abused as a kid, so she thinks that what shes doing to me is just normal parenting. yelling at ur kid is nothing compared to throwing them against the wall.

[heartbxnd-blog]

Mainverse’s timeline

// I don’t remember ever laying one down, just to help me and others locate when or where things happen. This should also help us set in any future relationship verse!

Bare in mind this is just to showcase Morty’s story and events, this will only go up to the B2/W2 events as I still have to write and discuss what comes next. This post will be updated in posterity, once that is done.

Bare in mind: I don’t follow this strictly for any other verses, things will alter accordingly to the plot estabilished via plotting

Reminder that Morty is being based off the Soul silver events, Ethan is the protagonist. Morty comes from the ORAS universe, so mega evolutions do exist- however outside of Kalos it isn’t well known. I don’t take LGPE into consideration.

Age 0- 6

Early life, years of joy and happiness while under the care of his parents;

His powers finally kick in, they come in the form of a powerful flu that almost kills Morty;

His eyes’ color change from a dark brown to a vivid and bright purple one;

The abuse from his parents begins later that year.

Age 10

Gets a trainer card as his birthday gift from his parents, gets his very first taste of the wildlife;

The very first pokemon used by him: Dunsparce;

First wild pokemon caught: Gastly (which is kept a secret from his parents);

Age 13

7 years into dealing with the abuse on a daily basis;

Flees right after finding out his father is a clairvoyant just like him;

The start of his journey- at the time all that he has with him is Gastly and Dunsparce.

Age 16

Detailed post here

3 years into being a homeless teen;

Technically speaking, he trains his pokemon illegally (expired trainer card, methods of trainning that aren’t approved by the League, etc.);

*In his plot involving Lance: This is when he meets him. Although Lance never gave him his real name, nor did he ever gave him one to begin with;

He has his very first and only vision of the future;

Seemingly his brash and unfriendly behavior is gone- now replaced with at first nothing, it takes awhile for his new moodiness to flourish on him.

Age 17

Affords his card’s renewall;

He is influenced by Eusine and the kimono girls (more specifically Zuki), to apply himself for the gym leader position which has just recently opened for applicants.

Age 18

Intense trainning begins- studying ghost types all while learning and getting himself invested in the city’s folklore and traditions;

Shortly before turning 19, applies himself for the position of gym leader in the city.

Age 19

Claims the gym leader title, after defeating the city’s choices;

The process of recovery/healing begins, moves into an appartment;

The gym isn’t open for any challengers due to maintenance and repairs needed to be done before becoming officially operating for the first few months (it opens before he turns 20 however);

Meet and greets his colleagues (with the exception of Bugsy, Whitney and Falkner who still had to officially claim it for themselves. Jasmine had yet to announce the type’s change in her gym);

Age 20

OR/AS + FR/LG events take place;

It is a slow year for the majority of it, very few challengers came by;

Witness a meteors shower (refference to the Delta episode);

Accompanies on the radio, Red and Blue’s League challenge;

Due to all the stress he is going through at the moment, his hair goes from golden blond into a platinum one;

Incident with the Hex maniac- former employee takes place.

Ages 21

Lance takes over the champion position, Agatha announces her retirement Lorelei is dropped from her Elite member position. 3 new spots open at the Indigo Plateau. Kanto and Johto Leagues are merged together.

1 year into running his gym;

Forced into a hiatus: Accident that led to tthe death of a trainer, Mismagius is prohibited from staying out of her pokeball;

Travels to Sinnoh and Hoenn;

Whitney and Bugsy join the pokemon League as Azalea and Goldenrod’s gym leaders while he was absent.

Age 22

Major overhaul/renewal of his gym’s maze begins;

Morty is looking a lot healthier- his looks have improved as well. His hair is slowly returning to its natural, golden blond hair color.

Falkner joins the League as Violet city’s gym leader, officially replacing his father;

Ages 23-24

The maze is completed just in time for the HG/SS events;

Eusine returns to Ecruteak city, after rumors in regards to the Legendary beasts’ presence and sightings within the Burned tower’s ruins;

Ethan sets out from Newbark town, Morty is challenged and awards both Silver and the protagonist with the fog badge;

Receives the news about Ethan becoming the champion;

Suicune’s capture takes place, Morty finds himself distancing himself from Ethan out of respect for his best friend.

Ages 24-27

Pre-B2/W2, travels to Unova on his own;

The League publicly announces the World tournament, preparations for the event start;

Meanwhile in Johto, the League is coming up with new safety measures- becoming even stricter in their selection process. After the Team Rocket ressurgence, new flaws in the organisation had become apparent and evident;

Age 28* standard for interactions

PWT takes place, Morty travels back to Unova this time bringing Eusine with him as his special guest;

Stays in Unova a little longer after the tournament’s end, before returning to Johto and resume his gym leader duties;

Currently he is saving up money for his next travel, his eyes are on the Kalos region for the time being.

[fictionalabyss]

My first comic con experience.

I first posted this Saturday, but it was incomplete. Tumblr mobile deleted HALF of what I had written / edited, and posted just the rough first draft that was incomplete. Rude. And  while I said I would re-do it yesterday, I didn’t and I’m sorry.

I was drained and exhausted by the time I got home Saturday, but I had a good time.

I got three autographs!

Caitlin Glass, aka Winry. She was  so sweet and happy to be there, and chatting with everyone.

We were chatted up by a girl in Caitlin’s line, Pat jokingly reffered to her as a “con crazy” but she was very sweet and kept us laughing.  We enjoyed her company. She was just super excited and was working on an anime poster that would get 50+ autos. She’s been going to cons and collecting autos for something like 15 years, and it was really genuinely nice having her in my first auto line to help ease my anxiety. So to the girl who kept joking about people taking too long and then took long herself, thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. You helped make my morning awesome, and you honestly helped shape my first con experience into a good one. I hope to run into you again.

Next, we saw Mark.

I bought this Pop at the con just  for him to sign. He was all about laughs. He saw my post it that said simply ‘Mel’ and started asking what it was short for.  When I didn’t answer quick enough, he started to guess. I expected Melanie to be his first, but it wasn’t. “Is Mel for Melon?” I chuckled and shook my head. “What then? Melange?”

Pat  was laughing behind me and Mark seemed amused, so I kind of laughed and said “No, nothing that original.” When he asked again, I replied with “Mellissa. See, unoriginal.”

Before we walked away, he reached out for my hand, said it was lovely to meet me and thanked me for coming to see him. Then he turned to Pat, and did the same.

Mark was 100% there for the fans. To meet them, talk to them, and being around him is so utterly refreshing that I’m so glad I went. Next time, I’m at least getting a selfie. No excuses. In hind sight, because we left early, I had 115$ left over, so I could have, but since we were expecting to be there the whole day, and we were expecting to do more, and pat paid for a few things, I wasn’t expecting to have that extra money, or I WOULD have gotten a picture.

Last  auto, was David Duchovny

I paid 100$ to have a panic attack in a lineup. Luckily, I was able to stick it out and get the auto. Also luckily I had a VIP ticket, so the line I was in went really fast.

Due to my panic attack tho, I just wanted to get in and out. One of the girls in front of me saw me in distress and  reminded me to take deep breaths, and Pat pushed his way back into the line to get to me (he had left to go sit because his knees were bad from standing in that line for so long).

The people David had working with him were very kind. They helped keep the line moving quickly, but were also polite and chatty. You didn’t feel like you were being pushed along as quickly as possible, it was very smooth. By the time I reached David though, I was still shaking, still having heart palpitations, and he was distracted by the girl ahead of me, the one who reminded me to breath. He signed my picture barely even glancing at me, I didn’t get a hello or anything, and honestly, I was oddly thankful for it. I just wanted to get outside and away from people. He wasn’t a dick or anything, he was talking to people and seemed just as nice as the other two people i’d seen, he was chatting to the girl ahead of me about a possible mutual friend or something, so he must be nice, right?

Honestly, I really am very glad he was distracted come my turn, because I don’t want my first impression to a guy I’ve had a celeb crush on for 25+ years to be me puking on him ROFL.  I didn’t puke, but probably only because I got out of there fast lol.

If he comes back, I’m totes seeing him again and getting a pic. He is divine (insert heart eyes here)

Up next, Mark Shep’s Q&A

After a quick rush to the least crowded bathroom I  could find, We hurried  upstairs to see Mark again! And holding VIP tickets, we were like 5th in line to get in. And that means..

FRONT ROW SEATS!

I’m so glad you guys helped me to get here. I went in, still shaking, still with chest pains, still not 100%, and Mark is just so god damn refreshing that by the time I left, I felt fine.

I hope this Q&A is up on youtube, because it should be.

He joked around, making fun of our version of french and the accents he heard. When asked what was worse, the fiery pits of damnation in hell, or the Montreal heat wave, he answered with how disgusting our heat wave had been. Poor Mark got to town on Thursday, our worst day, but luckily the last one.

And while it might not be the intention, I was getting the impression that people wanted Mark to be bitter about how he left the show. Or maybe dish about how this theory or that was correct. But it was simple, and he spoke honestly, and fondly about his experiences with both SPN, the cast, and Creation.

He spoke fondly of working with friends, watching them grow from boys, to immature men, to seriously married with kids. He joked about the “angel that annoyed him” but all the amazing work that Misha does and how the ‘spn family’ makes it happen. How proud he is of the change it puts out into the world one bit at a time. He spoke about how his supernatural experience changed his life for the better in so many ways.

When it came to Creation, he talked about how he wanted to see more places (like Montreal) but Creation always had said no. He wanted to meet more fans, wanted to give everyone a chance to see them. Instead of the same cities every single year and only those cities, he believed they should be visiting different places. And he didn’t believe they should be charging more and offering less time. But even them he spoke so fondly of, and mentioned how despite his feelings of those two aspects, Creation was good to him for years. He does this for us, for the fans, to meet us and talk to us. It’s why he prefers local cons that won’t cost an arm and a leg to attend. And after my own experience with him for just a moment, I know this to be true.

He talked about his favorite SPN episode, the end of season 8. He practically got a standing ovation when he mentioned that the writers wasted so much potential with Demon Dean and how that went. He talked about (and I fully agreed) how it seemed to go downhill with seasons 11 &12, where Crowley was almost dumbed down and left eating peanuts by a bar, and he was written into a corner. 

I was sad his Q&A was only 45 minutes, because I could listen to that man talk for hours. About anything and nothing at all. He strolled through the crowd, he hugged people, he joked with people, he high fived a kid who was laying on the floor watching something on a tablet.

Mark is just so genuine and real. And I highly enjoyed my time there in his presence. I told pat, if he comes back, We’re going VIP again, just for him.

In short, if Mark comes to a con near you, IT’S WORTH THE MONEY. 110% worth every cent spent.

And I will be going to more cons, but maybe not planning for the whole day, because we bought those X-File event tickets, and ended up not attending. But I still have those tickets as a souvenir. A reminder of the massive accomplishment that was me attending a con, and how far I’ve come with handling my anxiety, but also a reminder that there’s more work to do. Because if there ever is another X-Files event, I’m fucking going.

-Mel

[kashilascorner]

I found a job

I'm working in a nursery home during August. Before I start I need to learn how things are done, so I have gone there to learn and practice three days (of course, they're not paying for this hours lol). These are some things that have happened during this time:

In my first day, an old lady who suffers from ethier Alzheimer was very kind to me, smiled while hugging her plush dog and asked me “are you coming to the funeral?” To which I, naturally, replied “oh yes, I am” She smiled and nodded.

A moment later, another lady sitting next to her told me “oh, tú tienes mucho camino recorrido, ¿a que sí?” which literrally translates to “oh, you have come a long way, don’t you?” However, the expression sometimes has the connotation of one who has a long experience in life or in sex. I told her I had come a loooooong way.

A man told me I looked like Corinna (I think he reffered to Corinna Larsen). And no, I look nothing like her.

A man who uses a wheelchair and can barely talk but is otherwise fine came to the receptionist, who keeps his cigarrettes and has order of giving him only one in the morning and one in the evening, asking for his “little relief”.

A lady told the nurse who was accompaining her to a rutinary hispital checkout that she “didn’t need to have her heart revised” and that the one who should be having her heart checked is the nurse because she is in love.

That lady also has a crush on one of the nurses, a young boy. If you ask her, she completely denies it.

There is a man who comes to the day center (basically about a dozen elders who spend the day here but then return to spend the nights at their homes) just so he can see his wife who lives in the first floor (where residents suffering from Alzheimer, dementia and other serious illnesses live). Everyday, he goes to her, walks her around and as far as I’ve seen, they spend the whole day together. He attends her needs as much as he can though he also has his own diseases and struggles.

First floor is incredibly depressing.

There’s this one man who is very thin and looks very fragile. He has some big spots in his arms, of brown and pruple-ish colors. He is bald and has little, lost yet piercing eyes, and a small mouth and nose. He walks slowly, with the help of a stick. His lips are curved inwards in a way that makes me believe he has no teeth. Every morning, he comes to reception, stays quietly there, in the middle, like a shadow, and then leaves after staring at the door, not a single word spoken. I think I overheard his name today. There’s something sympathetic abuout him and I want to know who he is. I wish I could read his thoughts.

An man who is very, very forgetful goes everyday asking the recepptionis for his daughter’s or his son’s telephone numbers. He says he wants to call so they will take him out of the nursery home. Every evening he tries calling, for some reason he usually messes up and ends up calling reception.

The families are usually the worst.

Everyday, a little poster is renewed saying the date, weather and celebrated saint for that day. It includes a quote, coming from this one agenda in reception. Today’s quote was “As happens with beer, exported Germans are no better in quality”. Go figure.

Almost the whole staff is female. More than half of the residents are also women.

There’s a huge, and very noticeable difference between the staff who comes from lower-class (cleanign staff, for example) as opposed by the obviously middle/upper-middle class staff (doctor, psychologist, director).

The male residents that pass by reception stare at me with a mix of creepy stare and genuinely curious look.

[troubleblurose-blog]

My Dumbass 5SOS Experiance // Part Uno

I know exactly what you’re thinking. I know, because well, I am one of you. The 5SOSFam that is; I made it sound like we’re our own separate alien race. But look at the people we stan... It makes a little too much sense, doesn’t it? Not even a paragraph in, and I’m already unraveling a conspiracy theory like Shane Dawson. You know him- “You look so fucking something, in my underwear while she wearing them! There’s my poop stain, on her butt.” Yeah, that funny motherfucker. 

You’re probably thinking- ‘Oh, just another fan who really wants the same thing I do.’

I’m not gonna pretend, or lie to make my situation seem special. You’re fucking right, that is exactly who I am. We all have our bumps in the road, after all, we’re all human. Or aliens, I don’t really know anymore. It’s not only science that has gone too far at this point, I am now a contributing factor to the random things that make you question what the fuck this world is becoming.

I’m not about to level with you, or give you a sob story. It could seem that way, but every detail I write is a detail I wouldn’t ever erase. Every problem I’ve encountered, or dumb ass decision I’ve written is something that made me the well rounded person I am today. These are past events, though I am currently handling some of the debris of them. I’m still coping with illness, and things like that. When I write these events, just know, while they are awful I am used to them. That sounds bad, but I don’t know any different. They do hurt greatly at times, but that’s just building more character and strength in the end. 

-Trigger/Graphic Event Warning-

Let’s start out simple and #relatable; I struggle(d) with:

Bi-Polar Depression (Mood swings between extremely jolly, and devastatingly upset.) 

Anxiety (Having a hard time staying composed in times of little stress, or in many social situations.) 

Insomnia (Getting little to no sleep/getting no well-rested sleep at night.) 

Self-Harm (Hurting yourself in ways such as eating disorders, or various forms of mutilation.)

Suicide (Trying to end your own life.)

Those are the things this is somewhat covering, but by no means are they the point I’m trying to make. They aren’t what make up me, and they aren’t what make up this letter. 

To understand the substance of the seemingly overused words on your screen, you need to know a bit about who I am first. Otherwise this could seem like every generic fanfiction. You know what I’m talking about. Eyes are always called orbs. Every meeting involves someone spilling something on someone else. Dicks are always refferred to as members. Calum is usually an asshole with a tragic life story. Mikey is usually a bad boy; who gets a soft spot for the main girl for some unknown reason. Ashton is either super sweet in his old dad way, or a complete arrogant prick. Luke, well he always bounces between popular and nerdy often. Have I made my point?

I’m gonna get relatable again when I say, there isn’t a lot I’m good at. When I am good at something, it has no use in my daily life. I can’t divide fractions, but I can hit every note in guitar hero. I can’t socially interact, but I can make bomb-ass Turkey Bacon Cojacks. I don’t know where all the states are, but I can rap Migrane. My skills are only useful to me, basically. My point being, I was practically useless in class. When I was staying home from school on the normal, from avoiding my problems and lack of motivation, I felt so useless. Like as useless as a newspaper is to a teenager. 

We all have some activity that makes us feel important, though. To Donald Trump, it’s putting down anyone who isn’t a straight white male. To Bo Burnham, it’s making people laugh with his odd perspective and unique means of comedy. Me? It’s always been when I’m on stage. I love hearing my voice being amplified to bring together people from all walks of life. When I’m writing lyrics, I feel like every syllable can make a difference in someone’s life. There’s just something thrilling about worrying you’ll sing the wrong lyric, and doing so because you were worrying about it. 

I’m not gonna say this was always my passion; when I was younger I made a very motivational speech about wanting to be a mermaid. “I WILL be a mermaid, and I WILL live under the sea.” If you think that’s odd, I know of a kid who wanted to be a trash compactor. After I discovered I couldn’t grow a tail, and I ended up not being a fan of swimming in a casino, I wanted to preform. That’s been my dream since I can remember. I’ve always been pretty witty, like I’d have to leave my wit behind   before boarding a plane it’s so sharp. I learned I get more happiness when making others smile, than I do by making myself smile.

A stage is the one place I’m not useless, and being a musician is what I was born to do. I will look anyone in the eye and tell them I'm gonna be so famous one day, because that's exactly what I believe. I know I'm not where I want to be, so it's as simple as I'm gonna move. You need to remember that the only way you can fail is if you give up. It's pretty annoying how bad I am at that. I don't only try to achieve my goals, I try to over-achieve them. I live off my intuition, I'm definitely the ride-or-die type of person in EVERYTHING I do. Making a fool of myself? I'll record it so people can hold it against me for the rest of my life. Dissapointing my parents? Well I am going to Uni for music with no back up plan. Meet 5sos? Well... That's where this fiasco begins.

Welcome to the jungle my fellow fam.

Let’s go back to the first weekend of May 2017. Yes, I really did start this journey on a weekend in May. Yes, I really did it just so I can make that reference. Maybe I started a bit before that, but I committed to it on that first Saturday. At that time I had been in the fam for a couple of months, and  I did go through the phase when I couldn’t tell Lucifer and Ashtonio apart. I however didn’t assume Calcium was Asian, I assumed he was Hispanic. I mean have you seen the ‘Hey Everybody!’ video? That was rhetorical, of course you have. He walked dogs, he was practically Ceasar911! 

Well at this time I was still self-harming, I was still suicidal, and music is very influential to me. I tend to form bonds with songs because music tends to be my main comfort. Music has always been there when no one ever was. There's just such an intense bond for me, with listening and creating it. When I write I don't just think about lyrics, I can hear the chord progressions and melodies. Unfortunately I don't have enough experience with intstruments yet to share the finished product of my own music. 

With 5SOS however, that connection was a lot different. I  appreciate the artists always, though I never tend to feel anything more than that. I didn't feel that at all, I felt a boner. I'm kidding, I just really wanted to say that. Usually with musicians, since I am a fellow musican, I tend to idolize the ones who make music I enjoy. Yes, I know I'm stating the obvious. The thing is, after the whole initiation of binging keeks, interviews, funny moments, and the movie- I didn't once feel like they were above me in any way. Not even in a sexual dream  enduced by falling asleep to Aerosmith. No, that wasn't too specific of a scenario.

They just made me feel understood in a way no one has. Not just because I'm so proud about being a gigantic dork. We were in the same boat, we had the same oar, we wanted  to get to the same island that appearantly no one has heard of, we had the same belief that it exists, and the same thing  about not being satisfyed with any of the millions of already existing islands. That was quite the metaphor, hehe. It's chalked down to similar situations, interests, humor, personalities, and  impeccable music taste. It could also be that we are close in age, but then I'd be connected to millions of other people. That doesn't sound possible for me at the moment, but wait a couple years.

So I was chilling, laughing at Calcium crossing the border with his homie Mike, when I had the thought- What if I met them? In my mind, I thought there would be at least a year before they come to Illinois again, so I had time to save money. It became a goal for me, one I was quite sure would never happen. As we discussed, I'm an over achiever with all of my goals. So what did I do? Well it would be so easy to say I wrote each of them a letter. I can't do anything that simple, I'm far too creative for that simplicity. 

From then to now, in almost a years time, so much happened from there. I met one of my closest friends who happens to be an Aussie; all because of a 5sos meme post, and her lack of ability to use Instagram properly. My family fell apart, and I'm not keen on going into detail. Let's just say I've gotten to consider the 5SOSFam as my only real family. I love you guys, you're a wonderful group of humans with a trail mix variety of nuts. Thank you for existing, and for reading this far. 

Over the time I worked, I wrote and drafted maybe 500 different letters? As of late, I actually haven't gotten any letters finished. I made 4 bracelets, not a giant accomplishment. I'm 4/5 the way done with a poster I designed for Calcium. I made Lucas a fetus 5SOS wooden box, and a 5SOS money jar. I wrote Mikey a novel about him as a superhero, with a fan-art for it. That's kind of big actually cause I've never finished writing a longer story before. There's more things, but I don't want to get too technical with it.

I think I have to say the thing that I put most my effort in was a large journal for Ashton. That's because it's filled with art, tumblr posts, and lyrics. I'm a perfectionist when it comes to all of those things. At this point it has some holes because I've drafted the entire 100 or 200 pages over at least 8 different times. Nothing in it is original to the day I started, I made so many mistakes early 2017 for myself and that journal. I was working on the journal when I decided to attempt suicide for the second time.

It's completely crazy, but I've been through a lot with that journal. All of that started with the smallest idea. From the time I started to right now, I've changed so fucking much. I know how to handle my illness, I'm clean of self-harm, I lost a family and gained a new one, I failed at dying and learned how to live, I made an amazing friend, I got closer with my already existing amazing friend, I got a drum-kit, I somehow became a good lyricist, I found my music sound, my singing voice matured unbelievably, I got and lost pets, I got and lost relationships, I'm now in Uni, I'm more independent... I'm finally at the point where I can believe it does in fact get better.

That seems crazy given I've gone through more in 2017-2018 than I did when I came out about my depression, but maybe that's because I know how to spin it. I know how to handle life. Now everytime I'm scared to do something, I do it. Cause that is how you live, that's how you write, that's how you learn. I wouldn't recognize myself. I've gone from broken, bullied, and suicidal to seeing the beauty in my missing pieces, realizing I deserve better, and actually getting out of bed.

I think it might be because of the journal... 

Hear me out, hear me out. I'm not saying it made me who I am, there's a difference between knowing and believing. Just like the difference between reading and comprehending. The difference between seeing and feeling. When I started that I could only talk the talk. Hell, when I started I had a case of putting them on a pedestal. It was never intentional, at the time I didn't even think I was worth anything. Now I see them as equals in most ways, cause when I see them be how they are I feel like I belong somewhere. I mean, I've always strayed from the majority just because I'd rather be myself and be disliked than be liked for being someone I'm not. I never saw the appeal in fitting in other than having someone to sit with at lunch. I didn't need to belong, even though it would have been nice to feel at home somewhere.

That's what I got when I found the dorks. I don't have to play a part to feel like I belong around them. I can be me, and still feel like I fit in. Not conformity, but genuine compatibility. Before them I was made fun of for being weird. I was made fun of for having my own style, for the song references no one understood, for how much I giggle. I was made fun of for my a many ambitious, none of which being realistic. But I still do all of these things. I still sing louder than everyone else. I still air drum and head bang to songs like Careless Whisper because it's really funny in contrast. I still play games, randomly balance objects on my head, dance in public because I don't give a shit about what people think when I'm having fun. 5SOS just helped me realize that girl who I wished I wasn't for most of my life, is actually the only person I'd ever want to be. Unless I could be Will Smith as Deadpool, then I immediately trash my last statement. 

This is gonna get a bit heavy for a moment, but during that last attempt, as I was losing life I was legit thinking about them. How messed up is that? My life was so shitty my dying thoughts were about four idiots from Sydney. But that's how it was, they were my coping skill. I couldn't hold onto life for me after that, so I held on for them. Not because they'd know the difference if I was gone, let's be real, they wouldn't. If they knew of me then maybe, but I was so low on life's food chain at that point. I held onto the idea of making this epic stuff, and handing it to them. 

I'm not even done with the journal!

I had a history of putting too much of myself into things and then being let down and loosing that part of me. So I don't do it, but it became something I did without realizing it. I don't know what I thought would happen. Maybe they'd like who I was, and would want to have a conversation. Maybe I'd be thrown into the fanfic life and get to hang out. Like a beach bonfire filled with laughter, various awesome people, classic rock, teasing, and knowing me, lots of dick jokes accompanying many innuendos. Maybe I'd end up in LA, and get signed to a rock label. I know I'm saying it like it's simple, trust me, I know all too well the effort it takes.

I gained some real maturity, and became even more well rounded. Though I was always the mature one who made a few mistakes here and there. That's one of the reasons I didn't fit in, I was like a 30 year old when I was 13. I'm not gonna say it wouldn't be cool to end up being their home diggle, but now I'm living for me. I saved myself, and they influenced me to. They leant me a helping hand. It would be epic to chill, or to collab on a song. Hell, if I got an opportunity to get signed to Hi or Hey I'd take it in a heartbeat. A small part of it is because I think the dorks are cool in their own odd way, but mostly because the company itself is an awesome fit for me. It produces the same sound I'd like to make, and it sends the same message-

[10kristochen10]

The city of ten

At the end of purgatory, the realm was shattered into individual realms called echos. This one, The City of Ten is based around superheroes. This chapter follows Jorgen, who is possibly a echo version, or even maybe the real one, as he goes about his day in this new realm.

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Jorgen, the former hero known as The Jarl, former leader of the Northern Banner, former member of The Mods, and now a retired hero was getting ready to go out on the town. He rifled through a very large walk in closet, filled with all sorts of regular normal clothing, to outlandish viking style armors. Eventually he picked out some standard looking armor, that covered his chest, a large "J" emblazoned on the front, various peices of armor to protect his shoulders, arms, legs etc, and a helmet that let his golden hair flow out from from behind it, and lastly he attached a gold and red cape on his back, gold on the back, red in the interior. It was his most basic set of armor he had, he still looked something like a Norse God, and that was the look he always aimed to look like on the battlefield.

One might wonder however, why was Jorgen dressing up in combat gear when he was retired? It would be a odd choice. Well, while he wasn't a official hero anymore, The town of Ten was a dangerous place, with all manner of skulking terrors about and horrible villains around, and he definitely wasn't going to go on his daily walk, or adventure with his young daughter, unprotected.

Yes, the Former Hero, now reduced to going on adventures with a small child, and he would have it no other way, despite enjoying the fights, enjoying the company of his fellow Vikings, or even the way to political mods, he enjoyed being a father much more, plus it was not like he could'nt fight anymore anyways, it happened quite a bit on his walks.

"DAD DAD ADVENTURE TIME NOW?" Yelled his daughter, which he picked up very as if she were a bundle of feathers and then plopped her down into a metal basket, and attached what seemed to be seatbelts to her. She to was wearing armor to match his, but with no Cape, and a helmet that fully covered her head and face, better to be safe than sorry. "Yup! We are gonna go downtown to that new park that the council made. It has lots of well protection so I won't have to carry you in this basket all the time, so let's get going" he said then hoisted the basket up and attached it via hooks on his back, tested it was sturdy, reached into a storage crate and pulled out a scabbard, and the hilt of a sword, but no sword on it, however the hilt was see through and had liquid in it, and put it in the scabbard, and he then walked out the door to brave whatever dangers the city would provide him.

_________

Once outdoors, he started off at a jog, he had to leave his estate first which was rather large, a few acres of land, located next to a lake, his house the size of a mansion, but grey and sleek and modern looking, looking more like a large modern building, when he was in the hero business, money was clearly plentiful.

It only took him a few moments, increasing his jogging speed, running by pine trees, and a small garden to get to the gates of his estate, opening them and slipping out, and in reading his speed once he was out the gate, going at a pace more appropriate for a hero, he wasn't some super speedster but he could manage a decent speed, his jog breaking into a run, and he zipped past the countryside and was nearing the Town Of Ten in the matter of 10 to 15 minutes, its large Mod tower in the center of the city making it easy to spot on his way there, with many smaller buildings having dotted the view, until he approached, the builders now larger as he got close.

Before actually getting into town, he took a little break at a bus stop, despite his daughter's incessant cries of "FASTER FASTER" and had a look at a newspaper that had been left there. The headline said "Lurker Disease at all time high" with a image of a strange otherworldly looking humanoid form, made entirely of darkness, as if one was staring into a void. "Oh damn those things are back? Are those dumbasses even doing their jobs now that I'm gone?" He grumbled to himself and then made his way to the entrance of the town, bracing himself since according to that newspaper, the city was likely dangerous, he considered just going back home, but he would have to teach his daughter about danger regardless if she were to grow up following his footsteps, and even if she didn't, the world was a dangerous place and she had to learn that.

The moment he entered the town he was greeted with an explosion, and a large blacker than night 13 foot thing came crashing down onto a building in front of him onto the side of a building, breaking windows and concrete as it fell, and then it got right back up and walked on 4 legs, clearly some sort of animalistic variety of lurker, though now that it was covered in darkness, it was hard to tell what it even originally was. Jorgen scanned left and right and saw more humanoid lurkers going left and right, chasing down Posters, the name of the citizens of the town, also whatever or whoever had caused the hulking lurker to crash into the building was nowhere to be seen.

"Do I really have to do this?Just wanted to go to the damn park!" Jorgen said as he reached down to the empty hilt he had in his scabbard and pulled it out and activated his ability, one that allowed him to control any liquid, and in the hild of the sword was a metal kept in liquid form, which he then extended to form a rather wicked looking curved sword. "DAD GONNA FIGHT WHEE" his daughter exclaimed and he silently cursed before saying "only because he has to!" And then swing his new materialized sword the first lurker that came along, a small humanoid one that had moved to grab him, and the sword slid neatly from the top of its head to its crotch, essentially cutting it into two halves which fell down side by side before turning into a sort of black ichor.

Jorgen then turned and was about to focus his attention onto the large 13 foot lurker when a horrible stench filled the air, one so foul it might have made him belch and he quickly moved to cover his daughters nose. There was again a large explosion, this one ripping off the huge lurkers head, its corpse crashing to the ground before turning into a veritable river of black goo, and he then heard a rumbling from down the street, and out came along the Wreckers, led by Chael, driving a ATV, with some side cars attached to it that he had Jerry rigged to both sides of it, of which both Dani, and Nick Ruth rode in, and nick was sitting in in the air using his ass as a cannon as he fired off his ability, which were simply just explosive farts.

"NEVER FEAR RUTH IS HERE!" yelled ruth at well, all the random Posters running for their lives and Jorgen who was now just sort of standing there, his prey having been obliterated. "Yeah everybody knows your here I thought that fart was going to kill us all along with those stupid huge lurker" said Dani.

They all quickly dismounted and got to work killing off the remaining lurkers. Dani was conjuring up guns from thin air, mostly machine guns and shooting lurkers down, and Chael letting out "YEE YEE" as he duplicated himself, and said duplicates grabbing all sorts of weapons from a bag on the ATV, mostly just common tools and began to bash lurkers on the head, killing them rather effortlessly. Nick ruth watched the back, aiming his farts behind them so his allies would not get caught in the crossfire.

The original Chael walked over to Jorgen and waved, and then frowned. "What you doing here old man! This is Wrecker territory you ain't a hero no more! Put that sword away!" He said in a strange excited tone to Jorgen, who just sort of sighed and nodded "Yeah I know, I just want to go to the park with Isabeaux, but these damn things keep getting in my way, if it's your territory then do your damn job" he said "plus since when was the town entrance your territory? Since when did anybody have territory?" He asked and well didn't get a proper response, Chael being Chael. "Whatever Chael says is Wrecker territory is Wrecker territory! Don't go to park though, Purge, and the mods are fighting somebody who turned into a lurker, not safe for little baby" he said pointing at the basket, and jorgen scowled "Why are you reffering to yourself in third person? Did you split yourself one to many times? Anyways I'll decide if it's not safe once I go see what's going on" he replied before bursting off toward the park, leaving The Wreckers to take care of what was going on at the entrance of town.

As Jorgen raced through the streets he saw more lurkers, but had no reason to stop and fight them, as multiple heroes had amassed to fight the threat that had arisen. Members of the hero team The Oddballs were on this street. KristoRider was riding around on a motorcycle, clad in futuristic power rangers armor, jumping off it and screaming "Ridaaa kick" causing whatever lurker he kicked to explode. The lamoureux brothers, one very large and over 10 foot tall, was picking up lurkers and well, eating them, ripping their limbs off like chicken wings, and gorging on them, and the smaller more normal looking younger one was punching lurkers in the face, causing them fly into nearby buildings. Jorgen didn't actually know much about the two, he just knew the big ones ability was that he could literally eat anything. As he continued further down the road he saw the cowboy mercenary, Tomas "Yee" Haw firing off round after round of enchanted bullets from some old timey pistols, downing the black hole like creatures left and right, the heroes were a little to busy to say hi and catch up, and they seemed like they had the street under control so he continued another few minutes to the park.

Once at the park however, he saw a rather bleak scene. There was a tall figure, oozing black, leaving a trail, obviously the lurker Chael was talking about. It was however talking and screaming at something huddling on the ground.."Wait Lurkers don't talk..." Jorgen muttered. It screamed obscenities like "I DONT LIKE THE WAY YOU GOT YOUR LISCENCE" "THIS IS THE LAST TIME I TRUST ANYBODY IN THIS COMMUNITY". Huddled in front was actually The Handler the necromancer, or Gandler as Jorgen knew him, a close friend. The lurker was using tendril like arms to lash at Handler, who was conjuring up corpses or nearby posters and lurkers alike to shield him, seemingly having been caught off guard. To top everything off, strange misshapen lurker creatures were spawning out of the tall womanlike lurkers body, and were attacking all that was nearby. The lurker spawns were keeping some of the modteam at bay, He spotted the Dean, a British man in a top hat and prim tuxedo, fighting some of them nearby, hs punches almost looking like his arm was teleporting it warping to hit then, however he was covered in black ichor head to toe, in contrast to his normal prim appearance, he was even fighting without his trademark cup of tea that he drank from as he fought. There was also a large anthromorphic moose seen fighting nearby, meaning that Dennis the animal tamer wasn't far behind somewhere, though jorgen was always weirded out by that guy. Then there was that damned Russian with the unpronounceable name that was flying about in his futuristic armor who saw jorgen and proclaimed "Привет Jarl" which jorgen yelled out "I'm not the supreme Jarl anymore I gave that title to Pickering" but the Russian zoomed off, firing shots from his laser rifle at some of the Lurker Spawn. One of the main members of the Mods Santi seemed to be missing, and according to Chael, Skiff, also known as Purge was here but he was nowhere to be seen.

Jorgen ran toward Gandler and then placed himself between the creature and him. "You leave him alone..what..whatever you are!" He said,, not even sure this thing was a lurker and he reached his hand out towards the park, where a large fountain was, and caused it to shoot at a terrible speed hitting the creature in the chest, causing a hole to appear, but just as quickly close. He also tried to control the black ichor itself, it was liquid like, but his powers didn't work on it. "Just leave me Jorgen, it's me she wants" handler said weakly, it appeared hed used his ability quite a bit and was weakening. Jorgen just replied a gruff "No" before raining his liquid metal sword to strike directly at the beast, but suddenly the lurker was en evelloped in a black mass, a trademark of skiff's ability, purge. Normally it was used just to destroy, as he basically made black holes. In this case though it boxed the lurker in, every time one of its appendages would try to make a ploy to escape, it would get swallowed by the blackhole, essentially serving as a prison, and when jorgen looked up he saw Skiff flying through the air down towards him, clad in a completely black skintight outfit with purge written in red on the front.

"What are you doing here you dumbass..you are supposed to be retired!" And jorgen just sort of grinned. " I uh wanted to bring her to the park" he said pointing at his daughter in the basket behind him which caused Skiff to laugh. "Well retired or not I'm happy you are here..that prison was not easy to make, and I don't think gandler would have lasted much longer without you being there...truth is we could use your help...that thing we just fought..it used to be the hero The Sorceress" which caused jorgen to take a double take and look at the lurker, as it marked the first time a hero had well, become one. "I guess I won't be retired for long.." jorgen muttered as a helicopter came to pick up the heroes that were on hand, along with the wounded gandler, and Jorgen to.

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The City Of Ten

At the end of purgatory, the realm was shattered into individual realms called echos. This one, The City of Ten is based around superheroes. This chapter follows Jorgen, who is possibly a echo version, or even maybe the real one, as he goes about his day in this new realm.

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Jorgen, the former hero known as The Jarl, former leader of the Northern Banner, former member of The Mods, and now a retired hero was getting ready to go out on the town. He rifled through a very large walk in closet, filled with all sorts of regular normal clothing, to outlandish viking style armors. Eventually he picked out some standard looking armor, that covered his chest, a large "J" emblazoned on the front, various peices of armor to protect his shoulders, arms, legs etc, and a helmet that let his golden hair flow out from from behind it, and lastly he attached a gold and red cape on his back, gold on the back, red in the interior. It was his most basic set of armor he had, he still looked something like a Norse God, and that was the look he always aimed to look like on the battlefield.

One might wonder however, why was Jorgen dressing up in combat gear when he was retired? It would be a odd choice. Well, while he wasn't a official hero anymore, The town of Ten was a dangerous place, with all manner of skulking terrors about and horrible villains around, and he definitely wasn't going to go on his daily walk, or adventure with his young daughter, unprotected.

Yes, the Former Hero, now reduced to going on adventures with a small child, and he would have it no other way, despite enjoying the fights, enjoying the company of his fellow Vikings, or even the way to political mods, he enjoyed being a father much more, plus it was not like he could'nt fight anymore anyways, it happened quite a bit on his walks.

"DAD DAD ADVENTURE TIME NOW?" Yelled his daughter, which he picked up very as if she were a bundle of feathers and then plopped her down into a metal basket, and attached what seemed to be seatbelts to her. She to was wearing armor to match his, but with no Cape, and a helmet that fully covered her head and face, better to be safe than sorry. "Yup! We are gonna go downtown to that new park that the council made. It has lots of well protection so I won't have to carry you in this basket all the time, so let's get going" he said then hoisted the basket up and attached it via hooks on his back, tested it was sturdy, reached into a storage crate and pulled out a scabbard, and the hilt of a sword, but no sword on it, however the hilt was see through and had liquid in it, and put it in the scabbard, and he then walked out the door to brave whatever dangers the city would provide him.

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Once outdoors, he started off at a jog, he had to leave his estate first which was rather large, a few acres of land, located next to a lake, his house the size of a mansion, but grey and sleek and modern looking, looking more like a large modern building, when he was in the hero business, money was clearly plentiful.

It only took him a few moments, increasing his jogging speed, running by pine trees, and a small garden to get to the gates of his estate, opening them and slipping out, and in reading his speed once he was out the gate, going at a pace more appropriate for a hero, he wasn't some super speedster but he could manage a decent speed, his jog breaking into a run, and he zipped past the countryside and was nearing the Town Of Ten in the matter of 10 to 15 minutes, its large Mod tower in the center of the city making it easy to spot on his way there, with many smaller buildings having dotted the view, until he approached, the builders now larger as he got close.

Before actually getting into town, he took a little break at a bus stop, despite his daughter's incessant cries of "FASTER FASTER" and had a look at a newspaper that had been left there. The headline said "Lurker Disease at all time high" with a image of a strange otherworldly looking humanoid form, made entirely of darkness, as if one was staring into a void. "Oh damn those things are back? Are those dumbasses even doing their jobs now that I'm gone?" He grumbled to himself and then made his way to the entrance of the town, bracing himself since according to that newspaper, the city was likely dangerous, he considered just going back home, but he would have to teach his daughter about danger regardless if she were to grow up following his footsteps, and even if she didn't, the world was a dangerous place and she had to learn that.

The moment he entered the town he was greeted with an explosion, and a large blacker than night 13 foot thing came crashing down onto a building in front of him onto the side of a building, breaking windows and concrete as it fell, and then it got right back up and walked on 4 legs, clearly some sort of animalistic variety of lurker, though now that it was covered in darkness, it was hard to tell what it even originally was. Jorgen scanned left and right and saw more humanoid lurkers going left and right, chasing down Posters, the name of the citizens of the town, also whatever or whoever had caused the hulking lurker to crash into the building was nowhere to be seen.

"Do I really have to do this?Just wanted to go to the damn park!" Jorgen said as he reached down to the empty hilt he had in his scabbard and pulled it out and activated his ability, one that allowed him to control any liquid, and in the hild of the sword was a metal kept in liquid form, which he then extended to form a rather wicked looking curved sword. "DAD GONNA FIGHT WHEE" his daughter exclaimed and he silently cursed before saying "only because he has to!" And then swing his new materialized sword the first lurker that came along, a small humanoid one that had moved to grab him, and the sword slid neatly from the top of its head to its crotch, essentially cutting it into two halves which fell down side by side before turning into a sort of black ichor.

Jorgen then turned and was about to focus his attention onto the large 13 foot lurker when a horrible stench filled the air, one so foul it might have made him belch and he quickly moved to cover his daughters nose. There was again a large explosion, this one ripping off the huge lurkers head, its corpse crashing to the ground before turning into a veritable river of black goo, and he then heard a rumbling from down the street, and out came along the Wreckers, led by Chael, driving a ATV, with some side cars attached to it that he had Jerry rigged to both sides of it, of which both Dani, and Nick Ruth rode in, and nick was sitting in in the air using his ass as a cannon as he fired off his ability, which were simply just explosive farts.

"NEVER FEAR RUTH IS HERE!" yelled ruth at well, all the random Posters running for their lives and Jorgen who was now just sort of standing there, his prey having been obliterated. "Yeah everybody knows your here I thought that fart was going to kill us all along with those stupid huge lurker" said Dani.

They all quickly dismounted and got to work killing off the remaining lurkers. Dani was conjuring up guns from thin air, mostly machine guns and shooting lurkers down, and Chael letting out "YEE YEE" as he duplicated himself, and said duplicates grabbing all sorts of weapons from a bag on the ATV, mostly just common tools and began to bash lurkers on the head, killing them rather effortlessly. Nick ruth watched the back, aiming his farts behind them so his allies would not get caught in the crossfire.

The original Chael walked over to Jorgen and waved, and then frowned. "What you doing here old man! This is Wrecker territory you ain't a hero no more! Put that sword away!" He said in a strange excited tone to Jorgen, who just sort of sighed and nodded "Yeah I know, I just want to go to the park with Isabeaux, but these damn things keep getting in my way, if it's your territory then do your damn job" he said "plus since when was the town entrance your territory? Since when did anybody have territory?" He asked and well didn't get a proper response, Chael being Chael. "Whatever Chael says is Wrecker territory is Wrecker territory! Don't go to park though, Purge, and the mods are fighting somebody who turned into a lurker, not safe for little baby" he said pointing at the basket, and jorgen scowled "Why are you reffering to yourself in third person? Did you split yourself one to many times? Anyways I'll decide if it's not safe once I go see what's going on" he replied before bursting off toward the park, leaving The Wreckers to take care of what was going on at the entrance of town.

As Jorgen raced through the streets he saw more lurkers, but had no reason to stop and fight them, as multiple heroes had amassed to fight the threat that had arisen. Members of the hero team The Oddballs were on this street. KristoRider was riding around on a motorcycle, clad in futuristic power rangers armor, jumping off it and screaming "Ridaaa kick" causing whatever lurker he kicked to explode. The lamoureux brothers, one very large and over 10 foot tall, was picking up lurkers and well, eating them, ripping their limbs off like chicken wings, and gorging on them, and the smaller more normal looking younger one was punching lurkers in the face, causing them fly into nearby buildings. Jorgen didn't actually know much about the two, he just knew the big ones ability was that he could literally eat anything. As he continued further down the road he saw the cowboy mercenary, Tomas "Yee" Haw firing off round after round of enchanted bullets from some old timey pistols, downing the black hole like creatures left and right, the heroes were a little to busy to say hi and catch up, and they seemed like they had the street under control so he continued another few minutes to the park.

Once at the park however, he saw a rather bleak scene. There was a tall figure, oozing black, leaving a trail, obviously the lurker Chael was talking about. It was however talking and screaming at something huddling on the ground.."Wait Lurkers don't talk..." Jorgen muttered. It screamed obscenities like "I DONT LIKE THE WAY YOU GOT YOUR LISCENCE" "THIS IS THE LAST TIME I TRUST ANYBODY IN THIS COMMUNITY". Huddled in front was actually The Handler the necromancer, or Gandler as Jorgen knew him, a close friend. The lurker was using tendril like arms to lash at Handler, who was conjuring up corpses or nearby posters and lurkers alike to shield him, seemingly having been caught off guard. To top everything off, strange misshapen lurker creatures were spawning out of the tall womanlike lurkers body, and were attacking all that was nearby. The lurker spawns were keeping some of the modteam at bay, He spotted the Dean, a British man in a top hat and prim tuxedo, fighting some of them nearby, hs punches almost looking like his arm was teleporting it warping to hit then, however he was covered in black ichor head to toe, in contrast to his normal prim appearance, he was even fighting without his trademark cup of tea that he drank from as he fought. There was also a large anthromorphic moose seen fighting nearby, meaning that Dennis the animal tamer wasn't far behind somewhere, though jorgen was always weirded out by that guy. Then there was that damned Russian with the unpronounceable name that was flying about in his futuristic armor who saw jorgen and proclaimed "Привет Jarl" which jorgen yelled out "I'm not the supreme Jarl anymore I gave that title to Pickering" but the Russian zoomed off, firing shots from his laser rifle at some of the Lurker Spawn. One of the main members of the Mods Santi seemed to be missing, and according to Chael, Skiff, also known as Purge was here but he was nowhere to be seen.

Jorgen ran toward Gandler and then placed himself between the creature and him. "You leave him alone..what..whatever you are!" He said,, not even sure this thing was a lurker and he reached his hand out towards the park, where a large fountain was, and caused it to shoot at a terrible speed hitting the creature in the chest, causing a hole to appear, but just as quickly close. He also tried to control the black ichor itself, it was liquid like, but his powers didn't work on it. "Just leave me Jorgen, it's me she wants" handler said weakly, it appeared hed used his ability quite a bit and was weakening. Jorgen just replied a gruff "No" before raining his liquid metal sword to strike directly at the beast, but suddenly the lurker was en evelloped in a black mass, a trademark of skiff's ability, purge. Normally it was used just to destroy, as he basically made black holes. In this case though it boxed the lurker in, every time one of its appendages would try to make a ploy to escape, it would get swallowed by the blackhole, essentially serving as a prison, and when jorgen looked up he saw Skiff flying through the air down towards him, clad in a completely black skintight outfit with purge written in red on the front.

"What are you doing here you dumbass..you are supposed to be retired!" And jorgen just sort of grinned. " I uh wanted to bring her to the park" he said pointing at his daughter in the basket behind him which caused Skiff to laugh. "Well retired or not I'm happy you are here..that prison was not easy to make, and I don't think gandler would have lasted much longer without you being there...truth is we could use your help...that thing we just fought..it used to be the hero The Sorceress" which caused jorgen to take a double take and look at the lurker, as it marked the first time a hero had well, become one. "I guess I won't be retired for long.." jorgen muttered as a helicopter came to pick up the heroes that were on hand, along with the wounded gandler, and Jorgen to.

TO BE CONTINUED.

MAYBE