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vermilionstarlight · 5 months ago

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Made because I'm bored on the shitter. No shapeshifting because I know this website and I know my sphere of influence and it'll automatically sweep.

A statistically significant portion of you are transgender / therian / queer / autistic / otherkin weirdo freaks (affectionate) (loving) (I fit almost all of these descriptors wholly or partially)

OVERLY DETAILED ELABORATION BELOW THE CUT:

1. Flying - Top speed of Mach 1. You're immune to the negative effects of G force on your body, low pressure environments, low oxygen, low temperatures, and damage from air resistance.

2. Amphibious - Your swimming is not enhanced (you must learn to swim, same as anyone). Any water inhaled is magically turned into breathable air as it passes through your mouth or nose. You are immune to pressures up to and exceeding that of the Marianas trench, low deep-sea temperatures, and the bends. Wildlife that would otherwise be aggressive or dangerous will simply ignore you, and venom from aquatic or semi-aquatic creatures will not affect you. Basically, you're safe from hazards unless you explicitly attack something.

3. Teleport - You have the ability to place the portals (similar to those from the popular video game Portal) at your choosing, and they can be placed at any point in space that you can see. It can be any 2D shape, so long as it fits within the area of a five m^2 square. You can 'bind' the portal to an object (car, wall, article of clothing, yourself), or you can simply have it freestanding in the air and be stationary relative to the Earth's surface. You can only place two pairs of portals at a time. If you attempt to place a new pair, you must choose an existing pair to remove. If you close or remove a portal while something is passing through it, it shears that thing perfectly in two. You can't open a portal in a position or orientation that would have it intwrsect with a solid object, only liquids, gases, or plasma.

4. Time Loop - You can start a time loop of indefinite length at any time. It resets whenever you wish, or when you die, whichever comes first. You can end the current loop at any time, or begin a new loop with a new start point and reset interval/reset condition at any time. You can only have one 'start point' at any given time.

5. Telepathy - At any time, you can think of a specific person and project a thought, concept, emotion, or sensory experience into their mind. Once you do this, it establishes a connection that the recipient can use to transmit in the same fashion. You can create telepathic "group chats" between people, with a maximum of 10 participants (including you). Any participant can exit the connection at any time.

6. Inventory - When you're touching an object, you can will it into an extra-dimensional space. There are no weight or size limits. You can store singular discrete objects, containers and their contents, and "piles" of objects (like a mound of dirt). You cannot store living organisms, meaning any object put into your storage is 100% sterilized. Non-living organic matter (vegetable matter, meat, bone, dead bacteria) can still be stored. You can mentally access this space at any time, and can get a complete mental inventory of everything stored inside it at any time. Time doesn't pass for anything stored in this space, and qualities like arrangement and temperature are preserved. Whenever you wish, you can retrieve an object from the space, and it appears as it was when you stored it, and in any orientation you wish, so long as it's touching you as it comes out (e.g. it comes out of the space in your palm, at your fingertip, on top of your head, touching your ankle, etc.). If you attempt to retrieve an object in an orientation that would make it intersect with anything solid, the retrieval attempt fails.

7. Invisibility - You can, at any time, choose to switch between being visible and being invisible. This does not affect the way light interacts with you, but instead makes it so that anyone perceiving you will contextualize you as not being there, and never having been there recently. The fact that you are walking around, talking, and interacting with the world around them does not change that you are not there to them. Light still reflects off of you and hits their eyes, but they will simply be unaware of the fact that someone walked into the gas station two minutes ago and is standing in front of them right now. Because the you are not there at that moment, most suspicious activities do not register to anyone perceiving you, because you aren't present to them at that moment, and people that are not present aren't able to do things.

8. Healing - When you touch an organism, you are able to heal it of any given perceived malady, affliction, or harmful effect. This relies on the perception of the one receiving the healing, not on the perception of you, the healer. Cancer, aging, alzheimer's, even relatively "minor" afflictions like male pattern baldness or a mild tendency towards pimples. There's no specific limit, so long as the receiver perceives it to be bad or harmful. This also can heal congenital disorders. Specific afflictions can be targeted, so a "full heal" isn't always necessary. If you want to heal someone of a spinal disorder, but they were also raised Catholic and perceive their sexual desires to be inherently harmful and sinful and in need of removal, you as the healer can choose to only heal the former and not the latter, if you are uncomfortable with that. If somebody wishes to have their hearing damage healed, but they are also a paraplegic and consider that to be an important part of their person-hood that shouldn't be changed, it's possible to target specifically the hearing damage and not the paralysis. This ability is also able to affect mental afflictions, chemical imbalances, and the like. This will change the receiver's mind to be in line with whatever they consider to be "healthy," relative to their perceived affliction. It is not possible to apply healing without the desire of the receiver. Verbal consent is not required, only conscious desire for the affliction to be remedied. It's supernatural bullshit, so there's no gray areas. If they would have said yes to an explicit question of consent, you're able to do it even without verbal consent. If they would have said no, then you aren't able. This is specifically to allow emergency life-saving healing, in the case of someone being unable to explicitly verbally consent. Morally dubious, but generally very helpful. Also, so long as you and nobody you care about are killed instantly (or killed too far away for you to heal in time), you and everyone you care about is immortal for as long as any individual desires.

9. Mind-Reading - You are able to non-consensually probe the mind of anyone you can directly see (television screens do not count, there must be direct sight-line between you and the target). You can see any memories they have, though the clarity and veracity of these memories is context-dependent. You can glean their immediate surface thoughts, and you can perceive through their subjective experience. You aren't immediately made aware of their deepest most subconscious desires, but you can analyze and infer from their thoughts and memories to deduce such things. Unless you're skilled in self-reflection and psychology, it won't be easy to immediately understand their entire person-hood. This may be morally dubious at best, but it can be useful for vigilantism and the like, depending on your moral allowance for such things.

10. Skill Retention - Your brain just works better when it comes to getting better at mundane skills. You are not supernaturally more capable than a normal human, you are just able to rapidly get better at things within normal human limits. Skills come easier to you, and not just things like "playing the piano" or "throwing objects" or something. You also find it easier to improve with critical thinking skills, emotional awareness, general kinesthetic coordination, and other such things. Additionally, you retain these skills far better than a normal person can. You don't easily "get rusty" with any sort of skill unless you go entirely unpracticed for decades. You can learn how to perform advanced acrobatics, go unpracticed for 15 years, then pick it back up at almost the exact same level of technical skill. Some tasks require more than just skill and mental capacity, like sports, and you're granted no special ability to get more physically capable. However, this ability does make it significantly easier to learn how to keep yourself disciplined and stick to a routine, allowing you to become more physically capable anyways. You are the most average superhero ever.

11. Clairsentience - You are able to create a supernatural, intangible "camera" whenever you like. You can perceive sounds and sights through this camera, even if you are physically deaf or blind. Your brain functioning is changed so you're able to adequately process two simultaneous sets of sensory input without biologically blue-screening. You can move the camera around as you please, with no range limit, and it's able to move at speeds up to 0.99c (99% of light speed). You can spy on anything, anywhere, whenever you want. Spy on billionaires, spy on political backroom deals, spy on your asshole neighbor to steal their Dropout password.

12. Animal Speech - You can intuitively communicate with and understand any and all animals. Animals that are solitary and lack much social capacity like tigers, polar bears, and some shark species will mostly make for boring and/or antagonistic conversation, though they'll still be able to transmit and receive basic emotions and concepts (territory, fear, food, bright, dark, baby, sex). More social animals, like many canines and felines, will be far better conversation. They still don't have the complex language capacity of a human, but they'll be more amiable even if they aren't generally able to handle more complex concepts. Very intelligent and social animals like crows, orcas, or elephants will likely be mostly comparable to a full human person in terms of conversation, if not functionally the same. They have generally better language capacity than many other animals, and complex social intelligence.

#polls #poll #tumblr poll #tumblr polls #superpower poll #superpowers

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k20spock · 1 month ago

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The Slay the Princess Voices as Birds

I'm not much of a voices guy but I do love biology and assigning animals to characters, so I am assigning all of the voices a bird species and explaining why I picked it. enjoy

Voice of the Hero: House sparrow

[ID: A photo of a male house sparrow perching. End ID.]

Hero is the one I struggled with the most and this bird is actually crowdsourced! It does fit though I think. Sparrows are associated with commonness and familiarity, fitting for a voice who’s always by your side. Some more modern interpretations of sparrow symbolism paint them as hardworking and honest too. I think an everyday bird/voice doing his best is perfect for Hero.

Voice of the Cheated: Seagull (No specific species in mind, but definitely a more urban species like a European herring gull)

[ID: A photo of a European herring gull with its beak open. End ID.]

Seagulls are very cheated birds. They’re considered pests for doing what they have to do to survive with their habitat severely altered by human activity and just happened to adapt better than a lot of other animals. I will forever defend seagulls. They’re also very loud, shrill, persistent birds, qualities I associate with Cheated.

Voice of the Stubborn: Cassowary

[ID: A photo of a Southern cassowary. End ID.]

Cassowaries are widely considered the most dangerous bird and while technically that’s not true (there are more recorded ostrich attacks), the reputation is not undeserved. They’re big, powerful, and can be vicious fighters capable of disembowelment and throat-slitting with their massive claws. Their name in the Biak language literally just means bird strong.

Voice of the Cold: Northern shrike

[ID: A northern shrike perching on a branch with a dead mouse. End ID.]

By now I’m pretty sure everyone knows about shrikes but if you don’t, let me explain why I picked them for Cold with an alternate name for Northern shrikes: winter butcherbirds. Yeah shrikes are little songbirds known for impaling their prey on sticks as a convenient storage system. I picked Northern shrikes specifically because of that very Cold name, winter butcherbird, and the fact that they breed in the cold reaches of Siberia, Canada, and Alaska.

Voice of the Smitten: Albatross (again, not necessarily a specific species but if I had to pick I’d go with one of the two royal albatrosses for the name)

[ID: A photo of a Northern royal albatross in the water. End ID.]

Ok there’s so so many birds associated with romance so there’s just a plethora of things you could go with for Smitten but I went with an albatross for a few reasons. They’re known for mating for life, having elaborate courtship dances, and being extremely dedicated to their partners. Very much romance birds. They’re also birds that inhabit isolated areas, and are very naive to potential threats because they don’t live in places with natural predators. This made them easy targets for hunters and their feathers were used in garments, which makes me think of Smitten’s line about making a shawl from his feathers. The thing that really sealed the deal though is there’s also some really interesting symbolism associated with them. In literature, they’ve been used as a metaphor for a burden difficult to escape from with the phrase ‘an albatross around your neck’. This just fits so well with Happily Ever After I had to pick albatrosses.

Voice of the Skeptic: Great gray owl

[ID: A photo of a great gray owl on a branch, looking down at the viewer. End ID.]

Owls are associated with wisdom and knowledge, Skeptic is the voice who is the most determined to reason and puzzle his way out of this situation, owls aren’t actually any more intelligent than the average bird, Skeptic’s rigid thinking often prevents him from understanding their situation in a way other voices can. Besides, owls are just a bit spooky and associated with death, something I think fits with Skeptic’s gruff noir detective vibe. I’m not too picky on the exact type of owl, I just picked a great gray because I think they just look like they have Skeptic vibes. I could also easily be convinced of a little owl though, the species associated with Athena that really kickstarted owls’ association with wisdom in Europe and is also associated with death through popular legend saying its calls heralded the death of Julius Caesar. I can also understand why people would go with a crow, but I wanted to go with something different and I feel like the Narrator’s taken it already.

Voice of the Paranoid: Cockatiel

[ID: A photo of an alert wild cockatiel with a raised crest. End ID.]

This pick is one I can see people disagreeing with so let me just explain myself: cockatiels are parrots, yes, birds that don’t really fit with Paranoid’s vibe (and I gave a different parrot to another character already and I’m trying to have some variety here). However, cockatiels in my personal experience are very nervous, neurotic birds with very distinct fear responses. Namely, hissing and raising their crest. I also think it’s fun having Paranoid be a bird often kept as a pet (like what Nightmare’s planning to do!) and having him be a bird capable of mimicking speech. Perfect for repeating a mantra over and over!

Voice of the Hunted: Common pheasant

[ID: A photo of a male common pheasant. End ID.]

Pheasants are simply the birds I associate most with being hunted. They’re one of the oldest and most popular game birds in the world and their anti-predation strategies just boil down to fleeing.

Voice of the Opportunist: Common cuckoo

[ID: A photo of a common cuckoo perching on a branch. End ID.]

I am firmly against ascribing human moral values onto animal behavior, and this includes cuckoos. But like… they’re opportunists. Common cuckoos are obligate brood parasites, which means they lay their eggs in the nest of another bird, often laying eggs designed to look similar to the eggs of the host species. Once they hatch, cuckoo chicks will attempt to eliminate other eggs or hatchlings from the nest to get all the food and attention of the parents to themself. Their deception even continues to adulthood, adult cuckoos mimic the predatory sparrow hawks to ensure they aren’t attacked. Like come on. What else could Opportunist possibly be.

Voice of the Broken: Chicken

[ID: A photo of a chicken. End ID.]

I’ve got a few things in mind with this one. Firstly is that many chickens are raised for meat (which is not an inherently bad thing provided they’re treated ethically), and I think it suits Broken to be a bit of a “doomed” bird. But secondly is that chickens play a religious role in many cultures. In particular, they were a big part of Ancient Roman beliefs and practices. There was an entire chicken-based form of divination. The only other bird I can think of with as much association with religion are doves and they’re much more widely associated with peace and love which, respectfully, isn’t really Broken’s vibe, so chicken it is.

Voice of the Contrarian: Kea

[ID: A photo of a kea walking. End ID.]

The other parrot I mentioned earlier. Kea are parrots native to New Zealand known for their intelligence and love of fucking with people. They’re nicknamed “clown of the mountains” and will investigate and tear up anything which includes cars. They’ll tear up cars. For funsies. If you gave a kea a knife, I’m 100% sure it would throw it out a window.

And that's all of em! Maybe someday I'll draw designs based on these.

#slay the princess

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regular-gnome · 4 months ago

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hey..

at what point do collectors opt to turn things from puppets to scrolls? I feel like turning an entire living creature into [a piece of paper] is very complicated, while turning them into simple puppets is easier because they keep all the same parts, just simplified and wood?

It is! It depends on the person's proficiency and understanding of the mechanism regarding when and how they change the creature. Once someone gets good at it, the creature can be transformed into a lifeless object without it dying in the process, and they will move on to more complex and efficient ways.

The way I see it, archiving is a form of information compression and storage—and there is A LOT of information. When looking at Earth creatures we have everything from single-cell bacteria to whales that range up to 100 quadrillion cells, all with different sizes. The smallest single-cell critter is 0.3 μm, while the largest single cell is an ostrich egg that can get to 18 cm. So it's not just noting "a cell"—there's also a lot of information about the cell content, size, the DNA, current water, and oxygen levels, what protein it contains and how much. Then there are spatial dimensions. (While we can consider there being more, especially in fiction, I’m sticking to three; trying to visualize four fills me with frustration and existential dread xD) Every cell has its place in space in relation to the others, and all the contents' relations are also important. If, suddenly, all histones materialize inside a mitochondria instead of the nucleus, we can have a problem. Additionally, physical and chemical processes gotta be considered. There's electricity powering our brains, hearts, running nerves, air in airways traveling to lungs, chemical signals traveling between synapses that also need to be accounted for. So, you have all the contents in space, their vectors, and building blocks. Thats a ton to save. This information has to be compressed to be preserved in an organized manner while also remaining lossless so that when returned to its original shape, it's as it was. Not even mentioning that in intelligent beings, there are also minds to take care of. Jellyfish might be fine after 100 years in a static void, but a human? Yhhhhh.

I think the mechanism would work by saving information in intangible magic and assigning it to a physical medium—be it a statue, doll, book, or scroll. If it is physical and can carry information, it can be used. We can argue the mind is part of the soul, or it is a biochemical process, but the fact is nobody really knows for sure what it is and Im not a theolog, so for the sake of this universe, I'll say it's something that occupies the same space magic does and is influenced by chemical processes, meeeeaning it can also be tricked by them. And the magic.

The first degree of preservation would be spells that only change the material but keep all shapes and info in place. This wouldn't require much thought while executing and could be "automated" or worse, taught to mortals (if they have enough magic to power the spell), like petrification or changing someone into wood, metal, or any other solid material. It's not perfect, if the structure is damaged, the spatial information is damaged too. Breaking is one thing, but imagine if the statue melts.

The next step would be assigning objects with some compression and change, like toys and dolls. I feel like there would need to be a system like a content library, so not every single atom is saved each time, but chemical structures like nucleotides in DNA (the ATGC thingies) would just have a shortcut. Larger repeating patterns could also be assigned their own id to save data, and it would slowly stack up. While things are written in intangible magic form and anchored to the medium, the medium can be somewhat customized, like the decorations the Collector added to the dolls. The mind, running in controlled magic, can also be affected, as we saw with Collie trying to scare them and Luz’s dream. On the spell keeping the preserved critter stable has a link to what shortcut it uses so with countless diffrent worlds and structres it wouldnt mix up.

Then we go further into compression, reducing size and dimensions until we reach a point where one axis is almost entirely removed, and we end up with a scroll. Then there are other things—creatures saved as amber miniatures, snow globes, scrolls, or drawings, sometimes purely to annoy the sibling that has to deal with the creature in unhandy form. A more permanent binding would be in a book that can contain a bunch of different animals. Rebinding for long-term preservation is the Curator’s job.

Looking at Earth creatures, eucariotic life shares ancestry with some ancient bacteria that decided to rebel and started to cooperate, so we share similarities even with distant organisms in some strutures since they come from each other. So when it comes to preserving whole populations with relations, the library of compression doesn’t have to be separate for every single animal or plant. For each section of the archive, there would be a common library of building blocks, and scrolls being somewhat separate carrying the exact instructions for body arrangement and the soul/mind/the part that makes them alive attached.

Next is unpacking the information. I think this requires the ability to interpret and recreate what was saved that mortals lack. While they couldn't really unpetrify others, a collector could (assuming the mind hadn’t deteriorated into a husk). In the case of an automated spell, I think it would result in a very lossy transmutation—like a jpg losing pixels, the creature might lose like heart funtion. The Collector's spell also looked temporary or incomplete since an influx of other types of magic (like in Amity or Raine’s case) was able to push back on it. That might also be why they were conscious in the form they were in. Not meant for long just enough to take them to archive in normal conditions. When a creature is heavily compressed, it needs external force to rebuild, as it's essentially written fully in magic. That’s what I think happened to the Owl Beast. Lilith released it from the medium, but since it wasn’t fully rebuilt, it being a magic form attached itself to a magic source.

SO YEAH, its a process that takes quite a while for them to master and it comes with experience. But when experience is based on life it often makes it hard to practice so those with less empathetic approach master it faster. Thanks for the ask! I was dying to talk about that for such a long time and that was a perfect thing to organise thoughts

#and consider the absolute body horror that is transmutation #imagine how it has to feel on the border of skin that is being turned to stone when nerve endings cant send what is happening #but can send the numbness of “there is something super wrong” like in severe frostbite #both must feel like tissue dying #tw body horror #i did not use that one in a moment #In the begining i had a concept that it all saves the same way like a doll so diffrent archivists would have diffrent methods #like Anatomist using scrolls Wayfarer drawings and so on but then realised that would be super unhandy when a book carries more info #and its easier to fix a doll than a scroll so settled on this #thats also why in the comic where Way damaged creature they were turned into a doll Way was just very unexperienced with archiving spells #Collection Incomplete au #the owl house #owl house #toh #the collector #toh collector #toh archivists #the archivists #toh collectors #ask #i took sleeping meds before writing this safe to say they didnt work

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yeaimsafiya · 11 months ago

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CHAPTER ONE back from rehab

SYNOPSIS the beginning of a teenage girl named y/n who is fresh out of rehab but doesn't intend to stay clean.

FROM THE WRITER AHH IM SORRY IM LATE GUYS!! This is the first chapter I'm ever writing, I took some inspo from episode 1 but I'm going to have to cut each episode into fourths because I really don't want to spend a whole week trying to finish a whole episode and school work. But I hope you guys really enjoy this chapter as much as I did - Love you guys, Sapiyah <3

WARNINGS Lots of unnecessary writing, female! reader, mentions of drugs and drinking, strong sexual content, nudity, violence, adult content, adult language, scenes might be uncomfortable for some, some scenes might include mentions of mental illness'

SERIES EUPHORIA

CHARACTERS INCLUDED members of the bakusquad & dekusquad, big three(?), some characters of class 1A

NOTES MDNI! Ageless blogs will be blocked or removed.

Readers discretion is advised

Suddenly, the whole world goes dark and nothing else matters except the person standing in front of you.

You were once happy. Content.

Sloshing and swimming around your own private, primordial pool; Then one day, for reasons beyond your control, you were continuously and repeatedly crushed...

Over..and over.. again by the cervix of your mother, M/n.

You put up a good fight, but eventually lost, for the first time, but not the last.

You were born 3 days after 9/11, your mother and father spent two days in the hospital, holding you under the soft glow of the television, watching those towers fall over and over again, until the feeling of grief gave away to numbness.

And then, without warning, a middle-class childhood in the American suburbs.

You were sitting at the dinner table with your mother, M/n, and Father, F/n. But it appeared something else had gotten your attention, a set of numerous lights above the dinner table, in which you wanted to count.

"Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen.."

" What are you looking at y/n?"

"..."

"What are you doing? ..Y-y/n look at me."

"One, two, three, .."

"What are you doing Y/n?"

*cries*

"Id say she's suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder..."

Its not like you were physically abused..

"...attention deficit disorder..."

..Or had some type of clean water storage..

"..general anxiety disorder.."

..Or was molested by a family member.

"..and possibly bipolar disorder. But she's a little bit too young to tell."

So, explain this shit to me.

"Honey, it's just the way your brain was hardwired; Plenty of great, intelligent, funny, interesting and creative people have struggled with the same things you struggle with."

"Like who?"

"Vincent Van Gogh, Sylvia Plath, and even Brittney Spears, your favorite!"

You haven't remembered much from the ages of eight to twelve. Just that the world moved fast, and your mind moved slow.

"Does anyone have an idea of what a perception might be?"

And every now and then, if you focused on the way you breathed...

You'd die.

"Slow down, just breathe"

Until every second of the day, you'd find yourself trying to outrun your anxiety.

"What's wrong Y/n?"

..And quite frankly..

"I'm just fucking exhausted"

Coming down to the kitchen, you could hear the small talk between your mother and younger sister, S/N.

"You said the doctor was in our network. How can he suddenly be out of network?"

"I can't afford it."

"Did you see that video of the girl who got acid thrown at her face?"

"What? No.."

"It's pretty fucked up.."

"Mom do you know where the tampons are?"

"In my bathroom, right under the sink."

And at one point, you'd make a choice of who you are and what you want.

"Alright Gia, let's go"

"Why do the co-payments cost $300?"

"Y/n did you eat breakfast?"

".."

"What's with the glasses?"

"What glasses?"

You just happened to show up one day, without a map or a compass..

"Attention students, we need to lockdown."

..Or to be honest, anyone capable of giving on iota of good fucking advice.

And I know it all seems sad but guess what? You did not build this system up, nor fuck it up yourself.

But then it happens. That moment where your breath starts to slow. And every time you breathe, you breathe out all the oxygen you have.

Then everything stops: Your heart, your lungs, then finally, your brain. And everything you feel, you wish, and want to forget, it all just sinks.

And then suddenly... you give it air again, give it life again.

You remember the first time it happened, where you were so scared you wanted to call 911. Go to the hospital and be kept alive by machines and apple juice. But you didn't want to look like an idiot, and you didn't want to fuck up everyone else's night.

And now overtime, that's all you've wanted.. those two seconds of nothingness.

You spent a good portion of summer before junior year in rehab. God granted you the serenity to accept things you cannot change, the courage to change the things you can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

"Y/N," your sister yelled from afar, greeting you after your long leave. You smiled, and whilst running up to her, tried to continue the conversation with your younger sibling.

"Hey, Come here!"

"How are you?"

"Good, I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"Look at you, are you growing?"

"No."

Looking over, you see your mother standing by your family car.

"Hey," you yelled out to her, only to receive a small smile from her.

And with that. you knew it was your time to go.

"I'm very happy for you Y/n. You're about to start a brand-new chapter," Your mother says while driving you and your sister to school. You looked at her with a smile, then turned your attention back to the car window.

You had no intentions of staying clean. And yet, Jirou just moved into town.

"There's some new girl in town that I think you'll be friends with," Shoto said, with you standing beside him in his store.

"Who?"

"Shit, I don't know. She came in looking all punk rock and shit; So I'm thinking to myself, like, 'look like somebody Y/n would be friends with'."

Which was sort of a dead-on observation for Shoto, who's not normally revolving in the same direction as planet earth.

"So how long have you been back?" He asked.

"About five days."

"And how are you feeling?"

"I mean, ever since I gave my life over to my lord and savior Jesus Christ, things have been, like, really good."

"Word? That's what's up," You chuckled at his snarky remark, giving him a small smile.

"I'm fucking with you," you said whilst laughing, "It was a joke."

"Shit, hey, I don't judge," he defended, hands raising to just above his chest.

"But for real, is Deku in the back?"

"Are you serious?" Shoto questioned, seeming very disappointed in you.

"What, you think cause' I went to rehab I stayed clean?"

"I mean, ain't that the point?" he asks.

"Yeah, well, the world is coming to an end, and I haven't even graduated high school yet."

You gave Shoto one more smile before going to Deku, whilst Shoto stared at you the entire way there; There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but since you were too busy looking for Deku, you didn't see.

You opened one of the doors of the refrigerators, leading you right to him with a bowl of fruit loops,"I thought your ass was dead," he said one he saw your appearance.

"And I thought you had Asperger's till I realized your just a prick," you barked back.

"This a fickle industry, y'all come and go. I'm just trying to stack my cash, pay off our mortgage," he said while pulling out a bunch of plastic bags out of a microwave.

"So what the fuck do you want?" You gave him a knowing look before he handed you needed.

"You sure you don't want to try something new?" He asks you.

"Like what?"

"2C-T-2, 2C-T-7, and 5-MeO-DIPT."

"I'm sorry I have no fucking idea of what you just said."

"It doesn't matter," he stated, "but this shit, is fucking lit."

"What is it?"

"N-diisopropyl-5-methoxytryptamine. It's a fast-acting psychedelic."

Got some similarities to LSD, but with, like, key differences. Not as visual as shit, but definitely a sense distorter.

"What's wrong?" That same dark purple hair girl questioned.

"I'm just so happy," you responded back.

"I don't know, this shits been going off in Tampa, and mad people like to fuck with this," Deku continued on with his descriptions with the drug.

"Okay. Yeah, why not."

"That'll be 120."

"Oh uh, Shoto said he'd spot me."

"Shoto doesn't spot nobody."

"Yeah, well, it's a post-rehab discount, so you should ask him."

"I will go ask him, cause' I know your full of shit."

Those were the last words he said before you walked out. Those were the last words you heard before you saw the same two boys in freshman year.

Bakugo and Kirishima.

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dreaisgrayte · 2 years ago

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Mister Moonlight | Giyu Tomioka

Giyuu Tomioka xx Female Reader

Synopsis: Giyuu is an established business man and his coworker YN is a pain in his ass. She’s headstrong, intelligent, beautiful, and he can’t keep his hands off her in the office storage room, but he always keep his distance from her so he doesn’t get caught up in some work place drama. YN has always been curious about her working counterpart, especially since they’ve almost had sex multiple times all over their office. She wants to know why he won’t just fuck her already. One late night YN happens upon him late in the office and they both can’t handle the tension anymore. They fuck. They make a mess. They fuck so much. Like maybe too much.

warnings/contains: kissing, fem reader, masturbation in a public place, sex in the office, penetration, extreme teasing, bratty behavior, mutual bullying, some fluff between side couple, slight choking, definite praise kink, going comando

word count: 4.3k

a/n: It’s...after midnight and this is heavily unedited :,) though the thought of Giyuu going absolutely crazy that he breaks composure is mmm chef kiss. This is a shorter fic that I’ve been working on alongside many...many others. I hope you enjoy while I go try to drink what water I should’ve throughout the day right before bed. Hopefully I don’t piss the bed <3 and I wonder why I can’t live laugh love in these conditions...

You moan quietly as his warm cock thrusts into you from behind. You barely manage to grab hold of the shaking shelf in front of you for stability as he rearranges your insides. Your eyes fixate on the box labeled fragile in front of you. Sometimes you wish you had that stamped on your back for him to read so he’d stop being so rough with you. How were you going to keep explaining to your coworkers that ‘you just fell down’ or ‘you bruise easily’? But damn, you loved it when he talked dirty to you and didn’t treat you with humanity. It was oddly…humbling.

“If you don’t moan at all how am I supposed to tell you to shut up?” He whispers into your ear. His breath tickles your lobe and nearly sends you squirming away from him, but instead, you look over your shoulder at the dark-haired individual currently slamming into you.

“Maybe if you were doing a better job I’d be moaning more.” You bite back. He narrows his eyes and grabs ahold of your hips.

“You are so goddamn annoying.” He hisses before sliding halfway out of your throbbing cunt and then ramming back into you. You grip the metal shelf until your knuckles turn white, not allowing a peep to sound from you.

“You’re not going to win that easily, Tomioka.” He slides his right hand up your side and makes his way to the back of your neck. He wraps his fingers around the base of your neck and leans in again.

“It’s not a competition when the other party doesn’t stand a chance of winning.” He breathes on your sensitive ears making you shiver in response. You feel his breath travel down your neck and to your shoulder where he plants a kiss.

“Y-you’re such an asshole.” You stutter out, trying to look over your shoulder to find him. You feel him grin against your skin and it tickles so much you nearly giggle. He suddenly appears in your line of sight with a smirk on his lips.

“I never said I’d be a gentleman.” He grunts while reaching around to your breasts. He plays with the area around your nipple, obviously wanting you to beg him to touch you. You were stronger than that, besides you could play with your nipples by yourself. You didn’t need Giyuu to touch them, but it might feel nice if he did. Fuck, he was getting to you. He always did this. You were capable of doing many tasks by yourself, yet Giyuu somehow managed to convince you that it wouldn’t be the same without him. Take going to the storage room to get some more printer paper for the office. Giyuu had offered to help you carry more so no one would have to go back for more later in the day. The whole office thought he was a kind, gentle, and pure man. You knew what he was like behind closed doors and he definitely wasn’t any of those things. “Hey.” Giyuu’s firm voice takes you out of your thoughts. He grabs your chin to turn your gaze to his. “I didn’t offer to help you just so you could space out. Pay attention to me.” He snaps, narrowing his eyes as they look at your face for some kind of hint as to what you were thinking about. Little did he know that as he filled your pussy he also filled your mind, which was quite annoying.

“Getting a little needy are we?” You tease with a smirk. Giyuu brings his face inches from yours. His lips are so close that you could kiss them if you wanted, and you did. Throughout all of…whatever this was Giyuu had never kissed you. There had been moments, like this, that you thought he would, but never once did his lips touch yours. Your eyes instinctively flutter shut and soon after you hear a dark chuckle from the man behind you.

“Yeah, I guess needy would be the right word.” Your eyes shoot open and your glare at him. Your cheeks flood with embarrassment and Giyuu rests his chin on your shoulder. “We should probably get back.” He mumbles after a beat. You gasp as he pulls out of you.

“But you didn’t finish-”

“But I’m finished. Let’s grab the paper and go.” He zips up his pants and readorns his suit jacket. He fixes his black tie and watches you expectantly. “Do you need help pulling up your underwear?” He raises a brow as he assesses the state you’re in. You purse your lips and clear your throat.

“No. I don’t thank you very much.” You step out of the piece of clothing that was around your ankles while fixing your pencil skirt. You straighten out your pink blouse and ball up your underwear. “I think I’ll enjoy Mr. Rengoku being able to see my pussy.” You smile innocently and stuff the ball of fabric into your bra. You watch as Giyuu’s brows furrow and he looks like he’s about to say something, but he just angrily grabs onto four packets of paper. You grab the same and follow him out of the store room. He’s silent as you both walk down the hall and walk into the open office area with a maze of sizable cubicles set up. He huffs and walks to the other side of the room where the printer is set up on a counter. He refills the paper and sets the remaining packets in a cabinet above. He turns on his heel and brushes past you. You roll your eyes and reach up to push your packets onto the shelf as well, but you feel your ass cheeks starting to slip out of your skirt. Fuck, what were you supposed to do? If you pushed any further your skirt was going to ride up and expose your bare ass and pussy. You’re about to try and reverse your actions when you hear heavy footsteps coming toward you. Oh God, shit. You feel your skirt get tugged down briskly and someone sneaks a hand around your hip to help you push the packets up the rest of the way.

“Be a dear and put on your fucking panties.” The hot breath of the person behind you makes you want to expose all your skin for them to breathe on. You turn to look behind you but they put their hand at the base of your neck to keep you from looking at them. What was it with people grabbing onto your neck today? “Do as you’re told.” An excited coil wraps around your stomach as you reach into your bra for your stray undergarments. This ‘mystery’ person had to be Tomioka. Who else would have that sultry low voice that strangled your brain when he whispered into your ears?

“Here?” You whisper, knowing you didn’t see anyone on your way into the office, but there were bound to be people coming back from their lunch break.

“Not so bold anymore, are you Ms. LN? I thought you wanted everyone to look upon your filthiness.” Ah, so it was Tomioka behind you. Of course, it was. Why was he trying to keep it a secret? You press your lips into a thin line and huff out a breath. You move out of his grip and turn to look at him. He’s panting slightly, his void-like blue eyes searching every inch of your body like a hungry animal. You do the same to him, after all, it’s not like either of you were satisfied from your last encounter. Your eyes land on the area below his belt. His erection is almost bursting from the seam of his pants. You glance up into his eyes again and he’s staring right at you. He must’ve noticed that you saw how big he’d gotten. Did your ass almost slipping out of your skirt turn him on that much?

“You’re the one who told me to put my panties back on.” You breathe. He takes a step toward you and you intake a sharp breath.

“That’s because I want to enjoy watching you take them off for me again later tonight.” He rasps. Your eyes flutter shut as his breath caresses your neck. For someone you kind of hated he had a way of making your thigh clench together in anticipation for him. It was super annoying, but you were used to annoying so it didn’t bother you too badly.

“Yeah? What makes you think I want to have another close encounter with an orgasm? Are you even sure you can make me cum?” You scoff quietly. He closes the distance between you and grabs hold of your throat. There he goes again though you couldn’t exactly say you didn’t like it. You let out a small gasp as his long fingers firmly wrap up your jawline. Despite the panic your body should be feeling, the cursed thing starts to melt under his touch. Your knees nearly give out as he squeezes his thumb and pointer finger into your skin gently. Your eyes shut again, willing yourself not to observe the reaction he’s getting from you. You could feel the slick excitement start to trickle down your thighs. Fucking Tomioka. You hear a low laugh sound from Giyuu’s chest.

“My my my, look at the state you’re in Ms. LN.” He releases your throat and you reach up to touch the sore skin. “I think I’ll have a grand time making you eat those words.” You glare at him with frustration oozing from your pores. He was way too good at getting underneath your skin while also making you yearn for his cock to be burrowed deep inside of you.

“Then keep ahold of these for me.” You hiss and stuff your panties into his palm just as a small group of your coworkers walks in. You put on a grin and wave to one of your friends in the group. Mrs. Obanai waves back with her free hand while her husband holds her other one. “Where did you all go for lunch?” You question, stomach nearly growling at the thought of food. Tomioka had taken his sweet time so you hadn’t gotten a chance to eat today. Kanroji grins and bumps shoulders with Iguro who avoids your gaze with flushed cheeks.

“Iguro took me somewhere…special.” She gazes at him with such love that you start to feel a pang of jealousy bite its way through your body. You glance over your shoulder to look for Giyuu, but he had disappeared. You purse your lips together and turn back to the pair in front of you with a quick smile.

“Am I still scheduled for the overtime tonight to finish up Project Beta?” You decide to ask, wanting to keep Giyuu off your mind until the foreseeable future. Kanroji’s face lights up as she twirls her hand with Iguro’s.

“Yes, thank you for taking the initiative for our team. I’m sure Mr. Ubuyashiki will take notice of your hard work.” Her smile reaches the corners of her eyes and you all too well understand why Mr. Obanai fell head over heels in love with this woman. If he didn’t sweep her off her feet, you might’ve.

Giyuu had left the office hastily as people started to arrive back from their lunch break. He snuck past his office friends, Mr. Rengoku and Mr. Tengen, as he made his way to the lower-level bathrooms. He hoped no one would be outgoing enough to make it down here, so he should be alone. It was still risky, but he couldn’t lie and say that fact didn’t excite him. How thrilling it would be for someone to walk in on him with your underwear wrapped around his cock as he imagined it was your soft plump lips and sweet delicate fingers. In a way, he was claiming his territory. He didn’t want anyone to look upon you with the same lust he felt. No matter how much of a pain in his ass you were, his mind was encapsulated by you. It was like you were some parasite he couldn’t get rid of.

“I’m going to make you work so hard for any amount of pleasure.” He whispers to himself, staring at your panties as if they would somehow transfer the message to you. God, you annoyed the fuck out of Tomioka, but he’d dreamt of your supple lips more than once. How delicious they would taste as they quivered against his own. How making out with you would turn him on as you moaned into his mouth, but he couldn’t get involved. Some might argue that he’d already gotten too attached, but that wasn’t true. Tomioka was strong-minded, reserved, and those qualities would help him stay away from any office drama revolving around hurt feelings. He groans and clenches your pretty pink undies in his fist. He slides into a stall and locks it behind him. Carefully he unzips his pants and gazes down at the massive erection present underneath his boxers. “Fuck…” He sighs loudly, taking out his aching cock with his free hand. “What are you doing to me YN?” His breath becomes heavy, thick with thoughts of you. The stall filled with Giyuu’s whimpers, your name on the tip of his tongue and tangled through his very being. It didn’t take him long to cum all over the panties you’d practically entrusted him with. His face warms with embarrassment as he quickly rushes to the sink to wash away what he’d done. You’d never let him live this down if you found out.

Back in the office, you were working on Project Beta. It was a simple enough presentation, the hardest part was collecting and summarizing all the data. You rub your temples and then shake out the tension in your body. Just get this done and then you could enjoy teasing Tomioka relentlessly that you got promoted before he did. That puts a grin on your lips as you continue to compile everything you would work on later tonight. It’s not long after you finish up your prep for the late shift when Tomioka comes waltzing in from god knows where. You furrow your brows as you watch the lanky, yet built, man walks over to his desk section. He’s greeted by those surrounding him, which happen to be Mr. Rengoku, Mr. Tengen, and Mr. Sanemi. Mrs. Obanai leans over from her desk next to yours. “Where did he scamper off to?” She queries aloud. You glance at her and shrug.

“I find it hard to picture Mr. Tomioka scampering anywhere.” You mutter. Kanroji giggles and taps your shoulder.

“Well, he’s sure been stealing glances at you Ms. LN.” She has a huge smirk lining her lips and you shake your head in near disgust.

“I think he’s just a looker.”

“A looker hmm?” Another wiggle of the brows and you were going to throw up. You feel your face flush as you realize the mistake you made with your words.

“Not-no-not like that, I meant that he-”

“I know what you meant.” She laughs, covering her mouth as she does so. It was a radiant sight and it stuns you slightly. “Iguro loves to observe as well, I find it charming.” Her gaze finds her husband’s and those already bright eyes of hers seem to illuminate even more. Ah, to be in love, but you didn’t find the way Tomioka observed you charming. In fact, you hated how much he could tell about you from just a few looks. It was annoying how accurately he could read you, especially when it came to sex. You wanted to tell him that you didn’t care whether or not you had sex, but then he’d bend down real close to your face and grin as you avoided eye contact. Yeah right darling, make sure to wear that blouse I like tomorrow. You wish, just once, that you could catch him off guard. Tease him so much that he was rendered a shuddering mess underneath you. You press your lips into a thin line and that’s when your gaze accidentally meets Giyuu’s. Your breath catches in your throat while his dark blue eyes study your face. You were sure from this distance he couldn’t tell what you were thinking about, or at least you hoped. You’re about to look away and get back to your assignment when you catch him smirking at you with a raised brow.

He was infuriating.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you that Mr. Tomioka was assigned to help with Project Beta tonight. It’ll be just the both of you.” Mrs. Obanai smiles brightly and you nearly choke on your next breath. Maybe you had a fever or took too much aspirin earlier, surely you didn’t hear her correctly.

“Oh really? That’s so… wonderful.” You swallow hard and try to ignore the impending doom thrumming in your chest.

The sky was a dusky orange as you peered out of the window. Letting out a long sigh you pinch the bridge of your nose. You weren’t looking forward to Tomioka bossing you around for the next couple of hours while he disagreed with all your proposals.

“YN, are you just going to stand there? The sooner we get this done the sooner we can go home.” Giyuu scoots his chair into the desk next to yours and starts reading through your work from earlier. You grunt and slowly advance toward your computer, sure to find a heap of correctional comments from the man next to you. To your surprise when you sit down there isn’t anything highlighted. You whisk your head to look at Giyuu. He notices you staring after a few beats and meets your gaze. “What?” He asks, furrowing his brows. You gulp, nerves cooling your veins.

“I’m just dumbfounded you didn’t find any errors within my work like you usually do.” You avert your eyes and pick at the skin around your thumbnail.

“I’m an overanalyzing asshole, of course, I normally find mistakes within people’s work. Though, and don’t let this go to your head or anything, yours is the best out of the group. This is some of your best work. You did a fantastic job describing everything in detail and organizing the data.” He reveals. Your brows shoot up as he finishes his sentence.

“Wait, wait, wait, you’re saying that you actually like my work?” Now your brows are furrowed in uncertainty. Giyuu chuckles and nods slowly.

“Yes YN, I actually think you’re brilliant.” He compliments, his eyes softening for the first time since you’d met this man. Your heart is a mess of nerves and confidence. A contradiction at best. Lips parting like they’re about to say something, but they close again. You finally break out into a smile that bubbles into a giggle.

“Where’d mister grabby gruff man go? I think this is the first time you’ve complimented me.” You chuckle. Giyuu’s face flushes and he looks away. Your heart thrums in hunger as you observe him become shy.

“Shut up…” He trails off. His ears are turning red now. This was your chance. Tease him, get under his skin.

“Tomioka are you getting shy on me?” You scoot your chair toward him, but he shoots up from his spot.

“Quit it YN.” He covers his face with his forearm. You liked how flustered he was, especially since you’d only seen his cold hard exterior.

“Maybe you want me to take charge next time? I think you’d like that.” A small giggle falls out of your mouth. You stand up and trail your fingers up his arm. “Would you?” You ask softly. Giyuu’s brows furrow and within a moment he’s grabbing your shoulders.

“I told you to stop YN.” He states loudly. His reaction shocks you a bit that you stumble back a few steps. Your eyes are wide and so are his, like he didn’t expect to have such an outburst. You both are panting and his grip is tight. So tight that it feels binding. His eyes are flittering around your face, pausing on your lips and eyes the longest. You feel like clay in his hands, willing to be anything he wanted. What a switch from the words you were spewing earlier. Your chest is heaving now and so is his. He pulls you closer to him, you can hear how quickly he’s breathing and your own heart beating wildly in your ears. “I told you to stop…” He whispers so gently that it feels like his breath is caressing your cheek. Your eyes meet and a spark ignites some dynamite of yearning in your whole body. His mouth hovers above yours as you share in each other’s breath. His smelt of mint and chocolate. You hoped yours was as delectable. You’re so close he’s bound to hear how quickly your heart is beating, you were practically vibrating. His palms slide from your shoulders up to your neck, one moving onto your cheek. They’re so hot, it’s almost burning you. You can’t take this any longer, your hearts were beating in tandem.

You close the distance between your lips and this time Giyuu doesn’t move back like he usually does. His lips are plump, almost salty to the taste. It’s intoxicating the way his lips move against yours. It’s sloppy at first, but he pushes you against the desk’s ledge. Without breaking from your lips he swipes off the desk of its belongings. You were too drunk on this feeling to care about anything other than his hands under your thighs lifting you onto the desk. He struggles out of his suit jacket and flings it to the side, groaning into your mouth. This sends you over the edge as you grab fistfuls of his hair, pulling him into you. His tongue dances with yours, tasting you as much as he could. He wasn’t scared of hurting anyone else’s feelings. He was scared of his own getting hurt. He didn’t have to worry about that though, your kisses could solve world hunger. Your lips break apart as he fumbles with the buttons on your blouse. He’s gasping for air at this point, recklessly pulling open your shirt. You needed to get rid of it anyway.

“Open your legs, sweetheart.” He pants, peering into your eyes like a starved animal. You feel tingles run over every inch of your body. You pull your skirt up your legs and part them for him. His eyes drop down to your glistening cunt. He looks back into your eyes. “Are you okay with this?” He queries. You nod, but he catches your chin. “Use that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Yes.” You breathe. “Do whatever you want with me.” You spread your legs further and Tomioka’s eyes darken, if that was even possible.

“Good girl.” He praises. His fingers trace circles around your thigh as he observes the state you’re in. He unzips his pants as your eyes widen.

“Tomioka I’m not loose enough-” You start to complain, but he just smirks up at you.

“Come on baby, you can take it.” You glance at how erect he is, nearly hardened to 7 or 8 inches. “You said whatever.” He pants, impatiently stroking himself. You did say that… but you didn’t mean he could kill you.

“I trust you…” You hesitated. His control snaps as he grabs hold of your ass to scoot you closer to the edge of the desk. He’s already lining himself up at your entrance before you can protest any further. He slides in with such ease you tense up around him. He sucks in air as he looks back up to you.

“Are you okay?” He questions, words so light.

“I am.” You reply and he continues to burrow into your throbbing pussy. “Fuck you feel so fucking good.” You move your hips as much as you can to gain friction. Tomioka moans as he starts to thrust in and out of you.

“Yours is the only pussy that feels this good. You’re so fucking beautiful YN.” He squeezes his eyes shut as he shamelessly plunges into you. A startled moan stutters out of your mouth as you grip his shoulders. “Tell me how good it feels baby.” You rock forward on the desk, chasing the build-up of your climax.

“Hngh-so good-so fucking good.” Your eyes roll back as Giyuu gently kisses your neck and up your jawline. He blows on your lips and your eyes flutter open.

“Kiss me YN, I want to taste your lips when I fall asleep tonight.” You wiggle your hips and pant as he continues to fuck you so good you feel dizzy. Your lips crash into his, a cracking moan echoing from your mouth into his. You start to clench around his cock, resulting in a growl-like groan rumbling from his chest.

“I-I’m going to cum Giyuu, oh my god-” You lurch forward as your whole body starts to shake wildly.

“That’s it, cum on my cock.” Giyuu holds you close to his chest as he thrusts into you, his motions growing sloppy as he chases his own climax. It’s not long before you feel his warm sperm coat your insides. You’re covered in sweat and the moonlight reflects off of it. Giyuu pants into your neck and you lean your head gently against his. You can still feel yourself as well as Giyuu twitching inside. He breaks free from your neck and chuckles to himself. He kisses your forehead gently, trailing sweet kisses down your temple, your cheek, and neck. He stops suddenly and his grip tightens slightly around you.

“I think I just realized I have feelings for you.”

Giyuu straightens back up to look into your eyes, the only thing illuminating him is the moon.

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heliosthegriffin · 1 year ago

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"So, who's the most dangerous member of team JNPR?" Yang asked the table unprompted, the rest of her team looking up from their food.

"Hmm, Pyrrha." Weiss said with little thought. "Perfect form, incredible strength and reflexes, she is definitely their ace in the hole."

"Really?" Yang held her stomach. "Nora's stronger, and her energy she brings to a fight is something else,"

Blake was silent in thought for a moment. "The question isn't who's strongest, or skilled, though. Pyrrha is their best fighter, but Nora is the physically strongest, but remember, the element of surprise and intelligence are just as deciding a factor in a fight. Ren's not as good a fighter, or as strong, but his mobility and aura control mixed with his ruthlessness, I think make him more dangerous."

"Elaborate." Weiss stated.

"Well, Nora is strong and energetic, but she's always going to come at you head on, so it's easy to counter her, if you don't fight her on her terms. Pyrrha better about that, but she's very civil, so she's not going to fight you outside of arena, unless you start it. Ren though? I can see him slitting someone's throat."

The rest of the table stared at her blankly.

"Nah, it's Jaune." Ruby said after a beat, drinking some milk.

"What?" Weiss said flatly. "You must be kidding. He's by far the least skilled, weakest, and most disgra-"

"Ok that's enough, princess." Yang cut her off. "But, she's got a point, Ruby."

Ruby shrugged. "Yeah, that's true, but-" She took a drink of milk. "What's Jaune's fighting style?"

Weiss huffed. "Simple, it's nothing, he doesn't have one."

"Yeah, it's kind of random style."

Blake thought for a moment, seeing a flash of triumph in Ruby's eyes. "Oh, that's your point."

Ruby gave finger guns at the cat-girl. "Exactly! You asked who's the most dangerous! It's Jaune, because, how you going to fight someone who doesn't know what he's going to do next?"

"What?" Yang and Weiss asked simultaneously.

Blake nodded along. "She's got a point, how are you going to react to someone who doesn't know what even he's going to do next?"

"Plus, have you ever been hit by him?" Ruby added, with no one stepping up to the plate. "His skill and style might not be great, but his strength is incredible, and his durability, endurance, and staying power are unmatched if you ask me."

"She's right, you know." A new voice interjected, all of team RWBY turning to face the sudden newcomer.

"Ren? Since when did you get here?" Yang asked.

"Since the beginning," He said simply, sipping from a juice box. "But, it's definitely, Jaune." His eyes became distant and foggy. "Always has been."

"Uh, you ok, buddy?" Yang putting a hand on his shoulder.

Ren went back to normal. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, the look of trauma on your face, just kind of,-"

"Don't ever get locked in a food-pantry with Jaune, there's no telling what he'll do, because even he doesn't know."

"How did that even occur?" Weiss asked. "Why were you two even-"

"Nora."

"Oh."

"Well, it's not like we ever have to worry about that."

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"Jaune Arc, you're under arrest for suspicion of forgery to enter Beacon !" Harriet Bree stormed over to the blonde as he was stocking a shelf inside one of Beacons's storage closets. With a sound of confusion and a hand of tomato soup, he turned and let go, screaming.

Harriet, moving at full speed, had no chance to stop, as she knocked away the can of soup, only for another to fall at her feet, as Jaune dropped armfuls of soup to the ground. Harriet, going at full momentum, crushed the metal can underfoot, spraying it all over herself.

"Ah! Gross!" She wailed, still charging forward, only to step on another can and slip, flying up into the air and knock Jaune over. Jaune groaned as she knocked into him, recovering quick she mounted his chest, ready to knock him out.

Jaune reaching wildly, grabbed a shaker of pepper, slamming it into her face. Harriet felt her eyes water and nose sting, as she recoiled back, letting Jaune push her off of him, running for the door, Harriet behind him.

Flailing wildly, Jaune grabbed a broom, swinging it wildly around with knocking rows of preserved goods off the shelves and onto the floor, Harriet taking a wrong step trying to dodge the flailing, stepping into a puddle of oil from a broken bottle, sliding forward, right into Jaune's wild strikes.

Harriet felt her head ring and vision swim, then another swing connected, knocking her back and into a row of shelves. She went straight through it, and the shelves falling straight onto her with a groan, the sound of clanging metal and falling supplies consuming the room, as Jaune fled out the door, turning off the lights and locking the door behind him.

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AN: Felt like writing some goofiness.

#jaune arc #Team RWBY #Lie Ren #Harriet Bree #Crack-post

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colorisbyshe · 1 month ago

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You’re so self centered it’s silly

#generative ai

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cheriladycl01 · 2 months ago

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Quirk #5

Here is my fifth quirk idea! Feel free to use this in your fanfics (just give me credit if you directly got it from me) obviously I know however I’m not the only creative person in the world and that some people may have also had these ideas before me!

Quirk: Scan

She can scan anything and know about it and learn it to memory

This entails:

- Can scan a person by looking at them and will immediately know everything about them, age name, quirk, weaknesses, likes and dislikes, status in hero society etc

- Enhanced Memory

- Adaptive Muscle Memory

- Enhanced Intelligence

Weaknesses

- Will ‘forget’ people they’ve scanned if they haven’t interacted with them in a certain period of time

- If somethings she’s ’scanned’ say the art of martial arts for example if she doesn’t keep on top of that muscle memory aspect of it she will forget it.

- she gets headaches when scanning lots, so when she crams for exams she finds it difficult and will sometimes have brain fry or burnt out.

- Not a strong quirk when it comes to brute force or anything so she’s often pretty vulnerable to quirks like Kirishimas or Bakugos who are storage or release type quirks.

Strengths

- She’s great when it comes to anticipating things, there isn’t a lot that will shock her as she is able to scan you and see pretty much everything about you in one look.

- She consumes information far too quickly and therefore when it comes to learning combat art styles to use alongside her quirk, she’s very strong alongside her quirk like Aizawa.

- It’s more like Jirous quirk where she’d be incredible at recon and helping out when it comes information gathering and I can see her as more of a Hawks - Aizawa hero where she’d go undercover a lot to get intel on certain people rather than facing the villains head on.

Hero Name:

The All Knowing Hero: Encylo

Zodiac: Aquarius

Ethnic Background: Irish / Japanese

Height: 5ft 5

Weight: 126ibs

Style: Chic

Physical Traits: Vitiligo

Mannerisms: She has hero and villain books like Deku and whenever she does a scan of someone even thought most of the time she retains the information she’ll write down everyone she encounters and the date in case she ever needs it in the future.

Favourite:

Food: Teriyaki Chicken

Drink: Cranberry Juice and Soda Water

Colour: Yellow

Weather: Snow

Possession: Her multiple notebooks on hero’s (she’d crash out if Bakugo ever pulled that stunt on her)

Morning Routine:

She’ll like to do her ritual of Jujitsu and Karate forms she’s shown in a certain order to keep that information retained before reading the latest news of the day.

Hobbies:

Shopping and Skiing

Special Skills:

She doesn’t consider any of her skills special because her quirks help her out with a lot of things like this.

Pet Peeves:

Sarcasm, she just doesn’t get it bless her.

Bad At:

Telling people she thinks they’re not in the right.

Biggest Fear:

Spiders

Greatest Flaw:

She’s too nice, to the point it would and will get her hurt one day beucase it makes her oblivious and vulnerable. She isn’t very observant.

Goals:

To be a kind hero that people look at in crisis and feels calm.

Who I see them with:

Guys - KAMINARI, Present Mic

Girls - Nejire, PIXIE-BOB

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hooter-n-company · 2 months ago

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Since I mentioned him here, might as well officially introduce this big fella. Also because @twistedtummies2 is a big fan. 😉

No one knows exactly where Bubba came from, but ancient legend goes that he is the living essence of the primordial swamp, laying dormant beneath the muck for who knows how long before he was discovered by the local tribes. The humans noticed a section of the ground beneath their feet shifting, rising and falling with the beast’s breath. Believing it to be some kind of slumbering god, they created ceremonies, myths, and cautionary tales warning to never disturb the deity from his slumber, or risk incurring his wrath. However, a corrupt shaman thought that he could control and exploit the powerful “god” for his own gain and proceeded to cross onto the sacred patch of land where he slept before digging him out. Unfortunately, the shaman didn’t have much time to enact his plan as he was immediately gobbled up by the creature, who promptly vanished into the murky depths.

Despite his elusive nature, the amphibious creature can still be seen roaming the swamp, devouring all in his path. The tribes still revere him as a godly figure, providing him with numerous offerings to appease him…and to keep him from turning his appetite back on them one day…

More info under the cut:

Name: Bubba

Pronouns: He/him

Age: Unknown

Species: Unknown amphibian/fish hybrid/possibly a god

Role: Pred

Height: 10 feet tall, 17 feet long

Abilities: Elastic tongue, super sticky saliva, tissue regeneration, can hibernate for centuries, breathes both air and water

Personality: A lazy, greedy, gluttonous, and incredibly territorial beast. He’s a complete loner who is perfectly content living by himself and views all other creatures are potentially edible, incredibly annoying, or both at the same time. However, he isn’t a sadistic creature who goes out of his way to hurt people. He just wants to be left alone with some peace and quiet, so if you keep your distance, he will happily do the same. When Bubba is alone in his element, he can be surprisingly relaxed, mellow, and laid back, even jovial at times when he’s engaged in his own personal interests. His appetite heavily dictates his mood, as he tends to get irritable and short tempered when his stomach is empty. He is driven by simple motivations (mostly filling his belly), but he can be a surprisingly cultured and curious creature with a fair amount of intelligence.

Likes: Food (especially jambalaya and gumbo), cooking, discovering tasty ingredients, collecting unique trinkets and useful items, sleeping, mud baths, hot n’ humid weather, learning about the outside world, scaring people for fun, living a minimalist lifestyle, being alone, smoking

Dislikes: Bland meals, severe boredom, trespassers, poachers, pollution, rival predators in his territory, people interrupting his naps, an empty stomach, annoyingly loud critters, cold snaps

Other Info:

-Has a THICK southern accent.

-Has taken up cooking as one of his main hobbies. Despite not being picky in the slightest, he has developed quite a refined palate. He really loves gumbo and jambalaya.

-He begrudgingly tolerates the local tribes who worship him, mostly because they provide him with food and useful materials at his request. Although he does get a kick out of scaring the bu-jeezus out of individuals who wander into his territory.

-When injured, Bubba can regenerate large chunks of damaged tissue, including entire organs and limbs if given enough time.

-Croaks like an enormous frog to warn nearby creatures to stay out of his territory. Can also puff himself up for defense and intimidating enemies

-His first stomach is like a “storage pouch” to hold extra food, but also has powerful muscles to churn meals and coat it with enzymes. These aren’t strong enough to cause serious acid damage, but they work in tandem with the juices of the second, primary stomach, making it easier to digest tough meat and hard materials like shells and bone.

#hoot hoots #hooter’s ocs #hooter draws #bubba #character bio #vore pred

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starwrighter · 1 year ago

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I am not a baby!! (yes you are)

(Ao3) (Masterpost) (Previous) (next)

(Part nine)

He lied. he's not fierce, or dangerous! He's very small, scared, and would like to go home please, thanks!

What the fuck do you mean this guys a juvenile?!!

How big do these motherfuckers get?! Danny didn't want to know. Where there's a baby, a parent is usually nearby. Danny darted further into the tube, crouching with his knees pulled tightly to his chest. All he could do was hope this guy was stupid enough to forget they saw Danny. The PDA told a different story. A brain capable of both high intelligence and sentience doesn't mean they're friendly. Danny knew dozens, if not hundreds of sentient beings that were pricks. His entire school was full of them.

This could be a local checking in with the new neighbors, or it could be a pissed-off local ready to murder whoever invaded their space. The PDA said this guy's habitat is in deeper waters. How did he already manage to piss off the locals into pulling up to his house?! Did the peepers snitch? He'd been chasing them around an awful lot, but they'd been chasing him too! Ramming into him with their stupid sparkles that stuck to his skin. If he'd known they'd call in backup he'd have left them alone!

...No he wouldn't have.

Tap...Tap...Tap

"Go Away!" He shouted. The thought was nice but Danny was gonna have to raincheck on the welcoming party.

Tapping away at his PDA, Danny rushed to the window tapping tom was chilling at, fabricating a rod and curtains.

There! That should do it. Problem solved!

_________________

"..."

"Damian, what happened?" Dick called out.

Damian could only stare blankly at the now blocked-off tube. The baby's silhouette visible through the barrier.

"He's hiding," He hummed. "I'm going to check the other side,"

__________________

Danny walked away from the curtain, turning focus to sorting his storage. It mainly consisted of sorting rocks into different lockers. Any fabric material was used on the curtain. Keeping tabs on his materials was easy with the PDA, but it also made him realize he had no food or water. Dying of dehydration or starvation didn't sound like a good time.

He turned to the other window. As expected, his not-so-little visitor had his face pressed up against the glass. Claws rapping against the glass, Danny became concerned for the integrity of the seabase. Starting over wouldn't be that hard, but he didn't want to be forced to rebuild because a sea monster got tap happy.

Tap...Tap...Tap

That's it! Welcome party or not, he had to establish dominance!

__________________

"Damian, please, you're obviously scaring them," Father started, concern erupting through every string of the bond.

"You know how fragile they can be," It's true, all the hatchlings were pathetically fragile. There's no reason it wouldn't be the same for this one.

"Mine!" Damian didn't even get a chance to respond before teeth attempted to sink into his arm.

The baby, now out of the tube, was trying to bite him. His teeth too tiny to break through scales, though he still tried regardless. Upon discovering biting wouldn't work on him the hatchling began circling him.

"go way!" The baby charged at him, slapping him with his soft, clawless hands. Anything Damian said fell on deaf ears the baby either too young to receive telepathic messages or too young to understand them.

"I don't think he's scared. He's trying to attack me," Considering how many died from being unaware of their environments, a territorial hatchling was good for them. Except this hatchling greatly overestimated who he could take in a fight.

Deciding to humor the little guy, Damian dragged himself away from the baby's nest.

"I Win" The hatchling circled the area before it quickly forgot the fight and started chasing Peepers. Catching the fish with his teeth, the hatchling picked up salt rocks and cut up bits of coral tubes. The behavior was confusing, but the hatching seemed happy with himself, so Damian felt no need to interfere.

"I'm coming over there," Dick announced.

"I recommend against that," Not only were the shallows way too small to fit both of them in this form, but surely seeing two of them would freak the child out further. Dick's scales were like armor-plating. The baby would surely hurt himself trying to bite him,"

"But I wanna see the guppy," Dick whined.

Damian rolled his eyes as he continued observing from afar. The hatchling didn't eat the fish he caught, stuffing it away into the pouch on his back until it was full of fish and rocks before swimming back to his nest. Maybe he was like father? Hoarding an abundance of materials just for the fun of it.

Complex buildings like that must take a lot of materials to build and maintain. Not as complex in design as the precursor buildings, these creations wilted within a matter of years without constant maintenance. The buildings were intended for someone who knew how to take care of them, just like the rest of their tools.

He himself once wielded a deadly weapon left behind. Sharp as a sea dragon's claws, glowing a bright red that charred the flesh it sank into. Only useable in his second form, Damian had fallen in love with weaponry. The now dull, rusted blade lay somewhere in his nest. Hopefully, the baby could spare a knife or two. The ones he'd managed to make just weren't as smooth or sharp.

Hopefully, he could convince the child to bite Drake instead of him.

@ashoutinthedarkness @avelnfear @meira-3919 @thought-u-said-dragon-queen @hugsandchaos @blep-23 @zeldomnyo @bytheoldwillowtree @justwannabecat @shepherdsheart @starlightcat04 @stargazing-bookwyrm @pupstim @dragongoblet

#Damian: Hatchling! I demand to be armed with weaponry!#Danny who doesn't speak fish: Holy shit! shapeshifting fish!#dpxdc #dcxdp #subnautica au #dp x dc fanfic

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usafphantom2 · 3 months ago

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EP-3E Aries II Spy Plane Has Flown Its Last Operational Mission

Current tensions in the Middle East prolonged the final deployment of the EP-3E Aries II intelligence-gathering aircraft.

Posted on Nov 7, 2024 3:41 PM EST

Another long-serving U.S. military aircraft has completed its final operational deployment, with the return of the U.S. Navy’s EP-3E Aries II surveillance platform from the 5th Fleet area of operations. The countdown to the spy plane’s final retirement is now on, which will see its vital intelligence, surveillance, and reconnaissance (ISR) mission handed over fully to the MQ-4C Triton high-altitude, long-endurance drone.

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Another long-serving U.S. military aircraft has completed its final operational deployment, with the return of the U.S. Navy’s EP-3E Aries II surveillance platform from the 5th Fleet area of operations. The countdown to the spy plane’s final retirement is now on, which will see its vital intelligence, surveillance, and reconnaissance (ISR) mission handed over to the P-8A Poseidon maritime patrol plane, the MQ-4C Triton high-altitude, long-endurance drone, and other assets, including ones in space.

The last EP-3E deployed on operations was Bureau Number, or BuNo 159893, which completed its final flight in the U.S. 5th Fleet area of operations on October 29. The aircraft then made a homecoming to its base at Naval Air Station Whidbey Island, Washington, according to the Facebook account of Fleet Air Reconnaissance Squadron 1 (VQ-1), the “World Watchers,” which posted photos of the event yesterday.

Ground crew welcome EP-3E BuNo 159893 on its return to Naval Air Station Whidbey Island, Washington. VQ-1/Facebook

The U.S. 5th Fleet area of operations covers approximately 2.5 million square miles of water and includes the Arabian Gulf, Red Sea, Gulf of Oman, as well as parts of the Indian Ocean. The area includes three highly strategic choke points at the Strait of Hormuz, the Suez Canal, and the Strait of Bab el-Mandeb at the southern tip of Yemen.

The tense security situation in the region at the moment saw the EP-3E’s final operational deployment extended.

240928-N-AC117-1132 (Sept. 28, 2024) A U.S. Navy EP-3E Airborne Reconnaissance Integrated Electronic System (ARIES) II, assigned to the “World Watchers” of Fleet Air Reconnaissance Squadron 1 (VQ-1), transits within the U.S. 5th Fleet area of operation.

EP-3E BuNo 159893 transits within the U.S. 5th Fleet area of operation, in a photo dated September 28, 2024. U.S. Navy Commander, Naval Air Forces

Originally, the U.S. Navy had scheduled VQ-1 to cease operations by September 30, 2024, ahead of the formal deactivation of the unit on March 31, 2025.

According to the VQ-1 Facebook account, the squadron was first ordered to delay the cessation of operations until October 8, 2024, after which it was required to continue its missions in the region until an undetermined date.

240928-N-AC117-1118 (Sept. 28, 2024) A U.S. Navy EP-3E Airborne Reconnaissance Integrated Electronic System (ARIES) II, assigned to the “World Watchers” of Fleet Air Reconnaissance Squadron 1 (VQ-1), prepares to take flight within the U.S. 5th Fleet area of operation.

EP-3E BuNo 159893 prepares to take flight within the U.S. 5th Fleet area of operation. U.S. Navy Commander, Naval Air Forces

Another VQ-1 EP-3E that had been deployed also recently returned to Whidbey Island, with photos of that aircraft’s homecoming posted by the unit on November 4. This was BuNo 161410 that had been operating from Souda Bay, on the Greek island of Crete, under U.S. Central Command.

For some time now, the Navy has been sending EP-3Es into retirement, delivering them to the 309th Aerospace Maintenance and Regeneration Group (AMARG) at Davis-Monthan Air Force Base, Arizona, for storage.

As we reported last month, the most famous EP-3E of all — BuNo 156511, which was involved in a collision with a Chinese J-8 interceptor over Hainan Island in 2001 — has been moved from the AMARG boneyard to go on public display in the future at the Pima Air & Space Museum in Tucson, Arizona.

The spy plane at the center of one of the most notorious post-Cold War Today air incidents, a U.S. Navy EP-3E Aries II, has arrived at the Pima Air & Space Museum in Tucson, Arizona, for future public display. The EP-3E’s journey to get to the museum has been a long one, starting with the dramatic collision with a Chinese fighter in the so-called Hainan Island incident in 2001.

EP-3E Aries II BuNo 156511 is towed to the Pima Air & Space Museum last month. Pima Air & Space Museum

Pima Air & Space Museum

Meanwhile, the end of the EP-3’s operational commitment after nearly six decades of service has been commemorated by the Navy. A press release from the service included recollections from EP-3E crew members, providing a rare glimpse into a highly secretive community, and one with a very sensitive mission.

“It’s amazing to think of the number of folks who have been part of the EP-3 heritage over the last 55 years,” said Lt. Cmdr. Justin “Gump” Roberts, the VQ-1 detachment officer-in-charge. “Success in this platform has solely been because of our hard-working maintenance team while on deck and our aircrew’s superior ISR while on station. It’s an honor to be part of a legacy that’s bigger than the sum of its parts.”

The aircraft commander at VQ-1, Lt. Bradford “Chad” Holcombe, added that he was “tremendously grateful” to be part of the EP-3E’s history.

“From my first day at VQ-1, it’s been obvious to see the pride each member has in the platform, the mission, and most importantly the effort it takes to execute wherever and whenever we’re asked,” he said. “Flying the last mission flight is a privilege.”

Finally, words were offered by Capt. Dennis “Rudy” Jensen, Commodore of Task Force 57:

“My father was a P-3 pilot during the Cold War, and I’ve flown the variants of the same aircraft since 2002. Few other airplanes are as ‘time-tested and mother approved’ as the P-3,” Jensen said. “Its longevity and ability to operate from remote locations in austere environments for over half a century is a testament to those who designed, built, maintained, and operated it. Much like the ever-changing platforms onboard the flight deck of an aircraft carrier, the mission systems inside the EP-3E have evolved over time. The ability to evolve has enabled the EP-3E to remain viable and effective through today.”

During its time in operational service, the EP-3E played a fairly covert role as a central intelligence-gathering asset within the Navy’s Maritime Patrol and Reconnaissance Force (MPRF).

Derived from the P-3 Orion maritime patrol aircraft, the EP-3E was optimized for operations in the maritime/littoral domain. It was packed with equipment to gather real-time tactical signals intelligence (SIGINT), including intercepting communications and locating and classifying emitters, especially those related to hostile air defense systems.

The cabin of the preserved EP-3E BuNo 156511 as it appears now. Pima Air & Space Museum

A typical EP-3E comprised six flight crew and a reconnaissance crew of 18, who would be drawn from the Navy, Marines, and Air Force.

Data could be processed and analyzed onboard by the crew, then fused together with other critical information. The resulting ‘product,’ including full-motion video intelligence, could be provided in near real-time to fleet and theater commanders.

Overall, the EP-3E was able to provide commanders with specific indications and warnings, as well as build a better picture of the battlespace for situational awareness. Intelligence it gathered on air defense systems would be potentially vital for suppression of enemy air defenses and destruction of enemy air defenses, while other information would be used for anti-air warfare and anti-submarine warfare applications.

Successive upgrades ensured that the EP-3E remained a valuable asset and also added new capabilities. While it was primarily a SIGINT platform in the early years, it later became a ‘multi-intelligence reconnaissance aircraft,’ with new equipment that could hoover up a variety of electronic emissions including at long standoff range.

An EP-3E Orion aircraft, center, is followed by two EA-3B Skywarrior aircraft during flight operations near Gibraltar. The three aircraft are from Fleet Air Reconnaissance Squadron 2 (VQ-2).

An EP-3E followed by two EA-3B Skywarriors during flight operations near Gibraltar, circa 1991. The three aircraft are from Fleet Air Reconnaissance Squadron 2 (VQ-2). U.S. Department of Defense PH3 FRANKLIN P. CALL, USN

The EP-3E’s mission saw it operate in various high-threat areas throughout its career. As well as around the coasts of China — which led to the Hainan Island Incident — regular areas of interest included the Mediterranean Sea, the Middle East, and the Caribbean. In the process, intercepts by hostile or potentially hostile fighters were commonplace.

The video below shows an encounter between an EP-3E and a Russian Su-27 Flanker fighter jet over the Black Sea, in 2018. On that occasion, the Navy says the jet came within five feet of the surveillance aircraft, causing a mission abort, and return to base.

Replacing the EP-3E with the MQ-4C has been a gradual process. Tritons have been operating from forward deployment bases in Guam in the Pacific and Sigonella in the Mediterranean, for some time. Most recently, a third Triton deployment base was established in the U.S. 5th Fleet area of operations, on October 1, allowing the EP-3E to stand down from its duties there.

A Navy MQ-4C Triton drone arrives at NAS Sigonella in Italy on March 30, 2024. U.S. Navy

Flying at a higher altitude and offering a longer endurance than the EP-3E, the MQ-4C offers some significant advantages. While a multi-mission platform, it’s the Triton’s so-called Multi-Intelligence (Multi-Int) configuration with additional electronic and signals intelligence capabilities that will take over from the EP-3E. Since it’s uncrewed, there is also no risk to the crew, something that EP-3E operators were exposed to on a fairly regular basis.

Despite this, in 2022 the Navy decided to dramatically reduce its total planned purchases of MQ-4Cs from 70 to 27. This came after increased questions about the drone’s survivability after one of the interim Broad Area Maritime Surveillance Demonstrator (BAMS-D) aircraft was shot down by Iran in 2019.

Some of the EP-3E’s missions will also be taken over by the P-8A Poseidon maritime patrol aircraft. The baseline Poseidon has a signals intelligence capability, allowing it to detect, geolocate, and classify emissions, including from radars and other air defense nodes, which is also now set to be upgraded. Some P-8s are configured to carry other intelligence-gathering payloads, such as the AN/APS-154 Advanced Airborne Sensor, as well. Boeing has internally funded the development of a modular multi-mission gondola-like pod for Poseidon, which is set to offer an additional way to relatively rapidly integrate sensors and other capabilities.

A U.S. Navy P-8A carrying the AN/APS-154 Advanced Airborne Sensor (AAS), a powerful and secretive radar system mounted in an elongated pontoon-like pod under the fuselage. cvvhrn

“The transition from the EP-3E to the P-8A Poseidon and MQ-4C Triton platforms has been carefully planned to avoid capability gaps,” the Navy says. “These platforms offer enhanced intelligence, surveillance, and reconnaissance capabilities, with greater range, endurance, and the ability to operate in more complex environments.”

The Navy will also be able to leverage other emerging U.S. military ISR assets, including new spaced-based surveillance capabilities.

While the EP-3E’s time is now nearly up, there remain a handful of other Orion variants still in U.S. Navy service. These include P-3C, NP-3C, and NP-3D aircraft flown by Air Test and Evaluation Squadron 30 (VX-30) at Naval Air Station Point Mugu, California, and by Scientific Development Squadron One (VXS-1) at NAS Patuxent River, Maryland. Many of these are also in the process of being replaced.

While many secrets of the EP-3’s exploits are still to be revealed, there’s little doubt that this platform made an enormous contribution to gathering intelligence from hotspots around the globe during its long and eventful period of service.

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niteshade925 · 8 months ago

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April 12, Xi'an, China, Qinglong Temple/青龙寺 (Part 1):

Qinglong Temple started in 582 AD (Sui dynasty) as Linggan Temple/灵感寺, and became Qinglong Temple in 711 AD (Tang dynasty). The temple is considered to be the cradle of Chinese Esoteric Buddhism (also known as Vajrayana Buddhism or Tangmi) and Japanese Esoteric Buddhism (Shingon Buddhism). It's where Kukai/空海 studied Vajrayana Buddhism under Huiguo/惠果 (more on that later).

The red ribbons tied to trees are all wishes of visitors. Something to note is that at the time, most of the ribbons were concentrated around the shrine of Manjushri Bodhisattva (wén shū pú sà/文殊菩萨 in Chinese). This was probably because it was April and students were getting ready for college entrance exams, as Manjushri represents wisdom and intelligence.

Btw a note for posts on Qinglong Temple and Daci'en Temple: it's considered disrespectful to take pictures of the statues of Buddha and other Bodhisattvas, so I did not deliberately take any pictures of the statues. They might be partially included in some pictures of the architecture though, it's just hard to avoid including the statues completely.

This is a giant bronze vat of water, in old times these vats serve as storage containers for water, for use in case of fires. Today though, these are present simply as part of the temple.

Qinglong Temple was completely gone by late Ming dynasty, and the current temple was built on top of the original site. The current architecture were built in Tang-dynasty style.

There were renovations being done in the temple, so this area was as far as we went

The memorial hall for Huiguo and Kukai from a distance

More Tang dynasty-style architecture:

A very interesting contrast of ancient and modern outside the temple:

#2024 china #xi'an #china #qinglong temple #青龙寺 #buddhist temple #chinese culture #chinese history #chinese architecture #vajrayana buddhism #buddhism #architecture #history #culture

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waokevale · 1 year ago

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What is everyone's power in your AU

Charlie can grow claws and cause people to hallucinate, she can see through most disguises and can read people's fears, she can corrupt creatures, but she has learned to control that ability and doesn't corrupt anyone at will. She can also fade into her shadow form, if she feels like spying on people.

Maxwell can "multiply" himself, he can also enter his shadow form but it's much more draining for him. He still has most of his magician tricks and uses shadow magic on regular basis, just without the codex umbra. Both he and Charlie can create tiny shadow monsters to spy on people and gather information about them long distance, if they prefer to personally stay put.

Wilson is of shadow origin here, though he is very much unaware of it. The only ones who are aware are Charlie and Max, while the rest of them are clueless. He can turn into a shadow beast, melt away into puddles of dark fuel, turn most things he touches into dark tethers and is ridiculously strong in this form. He can't control it however and assumes he's been cursed/corrupted.

Wolfgang has his super strength with a similar downside as in the game. He often shrinks when he's not doing anything super labor inducing, so many underestimate him as a bouncer and fighter. (Only to be proven very very wrong)

Willow obviously has her pyrokinesis, she has her lighter at all times, which she uses as a pocket fire storage. She almost burned the place a couple of times and got harshly reprimanded. Her corrupted form is a creature made of flames.

Wendy (And Abigail) can communicate with spirits and shadows. Both of them have the ability to "switch" between the body, though Wendy is the original host as Abigail did in fact die before. They can also see auras and people's true intentions.

Both Webber and Wurt have enhanced animalistic abilities. Webber can climb walls and make webs (from his hands🙌), has venom and better vision, While Wurt can jump really high, swim fast, breathe under water, and have a decent night vision. The downside is neither has currently access to their minions, though it is possible for them to acquire them at some point.

Woodie has a device that helps him switch between his forms and control them better, so he can transform at any time he uses it. Thanks to this he can also keep his mind together while being transformed. He can also partially transform to use one of his animal abilities to his aid. (For example transform his arm into a hoof to gain strength, or transform his arms into wings when he's in a situation that requires to use them) And yes it's the collar, no, the others won't change it for humorous reasons.

Wickerbottom has her super intelligence, mixed with bits of telepathy and telekinesis, she's pretty strong when give the chance but prefers to stay out from battles. She can write a spell on anything, and while she embraces her witchcraftian ancestry, she tends to stray from that path and instead use gadgets more often, since unlike the constant she doesn't have the free range to use the more destructive spells, in order to not cause much damage. (The others don't care though and cause damage anyway)

Wigfrid can control people with her songs, easily empowering her allies and weakening her enemies with them. She can also partially steal away someone's strength or life force.

Wes has mime powers, he can imagine any tool into existence for a certain amount of time, but if he gets distracted, it vanished/turns into something else. He also has helium breath because canon.

Based on @starving-mimi 's idea, Walter can make his tales come true, though he's very unaware of this ability and just assumes he was right about whatever monster's existence he imagined. (And Woby still has access to her monstrous form, though Walter finds out about this later)

WX-78 (or Woodrow) is still very much a human gone steampunk, however here they're aided with conductors and electric weapons for combat. They don't have most of their circuits, because their upgrades are installed by Winona, who basically prepares them for a specific situation, those upgrades are often uninstalled post battle, since too many of them can cause them great malfunctions and seizures. Just like the monster kids, they have a bracelet on their arm which makes up their disguise. They absolutely hate it.

Warly can affect the quality of his dishes with his emotions. While the taste always stays excellent, it's the aftereffects that vary. If he's feeling upbeat and enthusiastic, he can 'boost' anyone who consumes his dishes, including himself. Their agility, strength and power can greatly improve for a certain amount of time. However when he's upset, he prefers to not cook for the others, as he worries it will make them weaker, lethargic and unprepared for future battles. He also make his magical dishes from the game, which can change ones temperature, make them alight, immune to wetness, instantly improve their mental state etc.

Winona , due to a small exposure to corruption has the ability to immediately know how to construct something, just by giving it one look, she also understands how to mix components in order to produce an efficient tool, this gives her the advantage to a greater success rate in engineering than most people. She embraces this ability and is thankful she didn't get the short end of the stick, like some of the others. She likes to engage in battles but is aware of how her ability pails in comparison to some of the others. She's only slightly jealous. This doesn't stop her from inventing bizarre aids for her coworkers.

Wormwood also has a disguise on, though provided by a different entity. He willingly hires himself at the Dinner Theater which is a rarity in that place. At first he only shows bits of his abilities, like speeding the growth proces of potted plants or producing flowers at will. Later on though his actual abilities start shining through, how he can control any type of plant, the quality of life of all plants surrounding him, create sentient beings from flora and is actually incredibly skilled in combat though prefers to hide this fact. Here he also has a stronger connection to his lunar side and psychic roots, he can hypnotize beings and induce a sleeping spell on them. He can communicate telepathically with people and plants alike and is well equipped in his lunar knowledge. (And any time you eat a watermelon seed, just remember, he could absolutely kill you from the inside, but chooses not to)

Wortox is still the imp who jumped through the ancient gateway, and has by this point already taken the soul of Krampus. He has his ability to hop through any universe at any time he wishes, so long as he has enough souls for each trip. This time he manages to find himself in a human realm. He dons a human disguise using his soul energy, though the more energy he uses on said disguise, the more drained he feels. He can still teleport, and kill most being just with sheer touch. He often wears gloves though that does little to help with his curse. He gets in contact with Charlie and is lightly coerced into helping her acquire stuff for her mission, thus the title "The Supplier". In turn, she, along her co-owner and employees engineers a device for him, which proves him able to touch people and lessens the chance of him accidentally stealing someone's soul. He's very greatful for it.

Wanda has the prominition ability and can see into the future, though with limitations. She still posseses her ailment of aging too quickly and has most of her clocks on, including the ones that can reverse people's age and turn back time, though with direct supervision from Charlie and Max, she's not allowed to be as free with their usage, due to their sheer potency and power. She usually stays behind to her own preference and fear of death, though when she actually is forced to engage in combat, rest assured, she will woop ass.

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