#Rubber Traffic Cones

[lubas-things]

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[nazirlisha]

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[sapphic-nature-witch]

I wanted to make a happy pride post, but I can't imagine doing so right now. What's happening right now in the USA is a terrifying repeat of one of the darkest times in history, and I know it feels so hopeless right now. My heart is shattered, and my soul is drained every day.

Those of you who can protest, remember that water neutralizes tear gas, a traffic cone over a tear gas canister and water down the hole in the top can make a world of difference. Eye protection is also key. Sporting equipment can provide more cover than you think against rubber bullets and bean bags. Think Baseball catcher meets roller derby. Always have emergency numbers written on your skin so you'll always be able to make contact no matter what. Keep your blood sugar up and stay hydrated. Watch out for those who need more help than you do.

(Editing to add: If you have an American flag, fly it, hold it prominently, drape yourself in it until you look like a 4th of July display. Let it be very clear that the USA is waging war on its own people. Make them look you in the eyes for what you are, and let them know that the world knows they are doing this to their own people. There will be no spinning this in the eyes of the world. We are Americans.)

If you are a person serving in a branch of military, remember that your oath is to a constitution, not a president. You uphold that, not the whims of a dictator. Stand beside the people, not against them. Defend against the new Gestapo, do not become them.

Stay safe out there, my beautiful souls. Know that you are valued and you are loved and that no person is illegal on stolen land.

[coriihanniee]

Guess WHO! - boynextdoor smau

𓂃۶ৎ SYNOPSIS : When multiple leaked photos ignite a wildfire of speculation, the world is certain—BOYNEXTDOOR'S Y/N is secretly dating one of the members. But who? No one knows, and you refuse to clear the air. Instead, you turn the chaos into a game, scattering cryptic clues and half-truths while every member plays along, deepening the mystery. Every glance, every post, every moment is a riddle waiting to be solved. Is the answer hidden in plain sight, or are you leading everyone in circles? How far can a secret stretch before it unravels? And when it does—will anyone be ready for the truth?

CHAPTER 17 : rainy situation

"You know, I’m starting to think you rig these bets," Taesan grumbles, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets.

"You’re just mad because you have bad luck," you retort, shooting him a smug grin. "And honestly? It’s hilarious."

You’re walking back after a long day of filming—the scavenger hunt predictably chaotic. From tripping over random props to getting chased by a very aggressive duck, the day had been one long reel of your personal entertainment at Taesan’s expense.

"You owe me, like, five coffee runs for this," Taesan continues, kicking a pebble along the path. "I lost my dignity and half my sanity."

"I’m keeping track," you say sweetly, tapping your phone screen like you’re really writing it down.

The park is quieter now, most of the staff already gone. The sky overhead is turning an ominous shade of gray, but you barely notice—too busy laughing at the memory of Taesan’s failed attempt to complete a challenge involving rubber chickens and a balance board.

"You were really bad at that," you tease.

"Bold talk from someone who face-planted into a bush," he fires back, shooting you a sideways glance.

"You pushed me!"

"It was a motivational nudge," Taesan corrects, like that makes it better.

A sudden coolness brushes against your cheek. One drop. Then another.

"Uh…" You slow your pace, looking up just as the drizzle thickens into a steady rain. "Did you—?"

"No, I didn’t check the weather," Taesan cuts in, already sounding exasperated.

"You are literally the worst," you groan, tugging your hoodie up. "You’re supposed to be the responsible one."

"Me? Since when?" He snorts. "I thought that was Sungho’s whole thing."

The rain comes down harder, soaking through your clothes as the temperature drops.

"You seriously didn’t bring an umbrella?" you ask, glaring at him like this is somehow his fault.

"Do I look like a walking weather app?"

"You look like someone who’d lose a fight with a traffic cone."

"Bold words for someone who tripped over a plastic duck today," he shoots back, unimpressed.

Without a word, Taesan shrugs off his oversized jacket and throws it over both your heads like a makeshift umbrella.

"What are you—?"

"Saving your ungrateful ass from pneumonia," he says, deadpan, adjusting the jacket so it covers you better.

The scent of his cologne—clean and faintly sweet—fills the space between you, mingling with the rain. It’s warm under the fabric, even as water drips from his hair and onto his neck.

"You’re gonna freeze," you point out, side-eyeing his now-soaked t-shirt.

"I’m built different," he says, deadpan.

"You’re built stupid," you mutter, but you don’t move away.

The rain falls harder, but under the jacket, it’s at least a little less miserable. Your shoes squelch against the pavement as you walk, the park feeling unusually quiet without the usual chaos.

"You know," you muse, "the fans would lose their minds if they saw this."

Taesan snorts. "Please, they already think Leehan's my life partner. This wouldn’t even crack the top ten weird things I’ve done."

You laugh. "Yeah, fair. You guys do give off ‘married couple’ energy sometimes."

He pretends to shudder. "Don’t put that image in my head."

"You started it."

"You’re impossible," he grumbles, but there’s no real bite to it.

A gust of wind tugs at the jacket, and Taesan shifts closer to keep it from slipping. For a second, his hand brushes yours—warm and steady—but you shove your hands into your hoodie pocket like it never happened.

"You think ducks get cold when it rains?" you ask, because it’s better than acknowledging… whatever that was.

Taesan snorts, shaking his head. "I mean, I’d hope they’re better at handling it than us."

"Yeah, but still, they’re probably just running around thinking, ‘Why is this happening to me?’" You laugh softly, imagining it.

He lets out a small laugh. "Exactly. Poor ducks. No one ever thinks about their feelings."

You glance at him, the faintest of smiles tugging at your lips. "No one’s ever thought about ducks before. We should start a campaign. Ducks deserve more recognition."

Taesan looks at you, eyes glinting with amusement. "You’d be the one to do it. I’d support it, though."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Ducks have to start somewhere. You’d be surprised how far a little support can go."

By the time you reach the van, you’re both drenched—hair dripping, clothes clinging uncomfortably to your skin.

"You look like a wet dog," you say, shaking out your sleeves as you climb in.

"And you look like a drowned rat," he fires back, leaning against the headrest with a tired smile.

As the van pulls away, the rain blurs against the windows, turning the outside world into a soft, gray haze.

For a moment, you catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye—head leaned back, eyes half-closed, the usual sharpness in his expression softened by exhaustion. Just Taesan, warm and close(and noisy...and annoying).

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[swordy-da-goat]

(last ask for a while bc I feel like I'm nagging you sorryy)

I thought road wiz was like an scp, and now we have hazard monster.

Anyway I wonder how either of them would react to being treated like scps? Hazard would be a keter for sure.

Also if you made a road wiz plush I'd 100% buy it I love him sm

got carried away my bad

The Road Wiz

Item# : SCP-████

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Contained within a Standard Secure Humanoid Containment Cell in ██████, Sector-██ at Site-██. SCP-████ will often teleport out of their containment cell for an unprecedented amount of time before teleporting back. They are allowed to freely walk around the foundation as their skills and “magic” are very useful in securing anomalies, reducing injuries and casualties, and dealing with containment breaches.

Description: A humanoid entity (hard to distinguish if SCP-████ is a human or some other entity due to their hat and scarf obscuring facial view. Request to remove hat was met with opposition) wearing a hat resembling an orange traffic cone with one big and small white, reflective stripes, an orange safety vest with a long cloak attached from the backend, a yellow and black safety coverall, and long black leather and rubber gloves and boots.

SCP-████ is also in possession of a long black staff with a ring on the tip of unknown material. This staff is able to produced anomalous properties which can be better described as “magic.” Their “magic” seems to be a parody of signs, spells being correlated by the top of their staff in a hologram visual. One example being the staff projecting a deer sign when generating a glowing holographic version with mass of any of the Cervidae family.

Addendum 1: Discovery

SCP-████ was first captured near American state highway ██. The foundation was alerted when nearby police claimed that quote, “a portal just f█cking opened in the middle of the lobby where then a weirdly dressed guy wearing a cone on their head kicked a guy through saying to arrest him for drunk driving.” All personnel in the police station were given Class A amnestics. Foundation personnel were then deployed to the last place SCP-████ was spotted. Foundation were able to find SCP-████ feeding some stray dogs under American state highway ██. SCP-████ willingly agreed to come with the foundation for questioning.

Addendum 2: Interview

The following interview was conducted by Dr. Richards

Dr. Richards: Good afternoon SCP-████, I hope you’re feeling comfortable right now.

SCP-████: No, no, I’m fine thank you. Though I would prefer if you addressed me by “Road Wizard” or just “Wiz.” SCP-████ sounds a bit degrading.

Dr. Richards: …Noted. Anyways the foundation would like to ask you questions regarding your… job.

SCP-████: My job! Well you see Dr., as my name suggests, I am a wizard. My job is simply to keep everyone safe and responsible. The world is a very dangerous place, you SCP foundation folks would know that better than anyone about that fact!

Dr. Richards: You know of the SCP foundation?

SCP-████: Of course I do! Very big fan of your work! Trying to keep everyone safe from all these dangerous anomalies. Kudos to you guys, kudos!

Dr. Richards: Uh, thank you? Anyways, can you detail how you usually preform your job, or keep people “safe?”

SCP-████: Uh… I guess lecturing people on the rules and importance of road rules, filling up potholes, sticking reflective poles near edges, stuff like that. Pretty mundane huh?

Dr. Richards: What about your staff? What do you use that for?

SCP-████: Oh my staff! Well, I use it to channel my magic for the more dangerous part of my job. Magic can be real dandy in a rock slide.

Dr. Richards: I see.

Room is silent as Dr. Richard pauses to write notes.

Dr. Richards: *coughs* Um, SCP- sorry, Road Wizard. If you don’t mind me asking, I know you dub yourself as the “Road Wizard,” but is that the only safety concern you have? Or are there others like you that specialize in other hazards?

SCP-████: Funny you should ask that Dr., my real name’s actually the Safety Wizard. I just go with road because America has a crap ton of cars you know? And no, there's no one else like me so far that I know of.

Dr. Richards: So do you specialize in anything else then?

SCP-████: Sure I do! Let me just-

SCP-████ then manifests their staff from their hand which starts to emit a blue glow. A train sign then projects at the tip.

SCP-████’s outfit then suddenly shifts into a mock version of a steam engine engineer of their outfit, complete with a cap, denim overalls, vest-cloak and a yellow and black striped bandana.

SCP-████: Trains! Guess you could say I’ve become the “Rail Wizard!”

Silence.

SCP-████: Haha, sorry. There are other specialities too, but it’d probably take a while to show you all of them.

Dr. Richards: So are you able to switch forms like that?

SCP-████: That’s right miss! It’s very important to be dressed proper for any job!

SCP-████’s staff projects a car sign and outfit returns to previous description.

SCP-████: So any other questions for me Dr.? I’d love to stay and chat, but I need to be going soon.

Dr. Richards: SCP- I mean Road Wizard, you are aware that we can’t just let you go out.

SCP-████: I understand your concerns Dr., seeing what kind of place you guys run. But believe me, I’m not a dangerous guy! And it’s not like you folks can keep me in here anyways.

Dr. Richards: What do you mean by that?

SCP-████: Oh nothing. Anyways, it was nice chatting with you Dr. Richards, but I really must be on my way. See you later!

Dr. Richards: Hey, wait!

*SCP-████’s staff projects a Two Way Traffic sign and a glowing, yellow portal appeared to the right of SCP-████. SCP-████ then enters through the portal which disappears.

[END LOG]

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The Hazard Monster

Item# : SCP-█████

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-█████ should be contained within a 5 m x 5 m x 5 m chamber of reinforced concrete. Door and windows should be tightly sealed to prevent SCP-█████ from escaping through any cracks.

Description: SCP-█████ is an amorphous, black blob which can change its mass, texture, shape, and composition through anomalous means. SCP-█████’s face appears to be an NFPA 704 Diamond symbol. Each section of diamond can open up to reveal a set of teeth or eyes (amount varies). SCP-█████ normally uses its anomalous abilities to inflict injuries on people. The relationship between SCP-████, or as they dubbed themself, the Road Wizard, is very negative.

Addendum 1: Discovery

Foundation was first alerted of SCP-█████ when reports of multiple incidents were reported by the people in the town of █████████. Residents were reported being injured by a black shapeshifting blob. Foundation, with the help of the Road Wizard, were able to track down SCP-██████ and capture it. All town residents were given Class A amnestics.

[ileikbees]

look alright, I know everyone is headcanoning Grian as a kōtare (kingfisher) this season because of his obsessive crush on the ocean but I need you guys to hear me out on this okay... if anyone is a kōtare this season it's 100% Gem (I mean c'mon her skin has the blues and everything!). no, Grian is not a kōtare, Grian is and always will be a kea.

(reasoning under the cut because it got kind of long, as well as some pictures of birds being idiots)

first things first, not only are they a parrot (which I have seen Grian headcanoned as being alongside being a macaw specifically) but their colors fit his vibe, just look at these funky lil guys??

majestic dorks.

secondly, kea are not only the worlds only alpine parrot (hello magic mountaineers? he may have a crush on the ocean but he did choose to build his base against a mountain this season), they're also well known for being (and I feel the need to stress this) absolute fucking prankster gods. they're literally known for their mischievous, chaos bringing personalities, are smart as hell, and are extremely curious and playful to boot. they're literally (lovingly) called the 'clown of the mountain' by some people.

like seriously, here's a small list of things kea have been known to do:

dive bombing roofs to, essentially, use them as fun little slides

they also like to roll stones down roofs for fun

exploring anything new - they're known to investigate backpacks, skis, and even cars, they especially love anything they can easily mess with or grab

on the topic of investigating backpacks, they will literally open said backpacks in order to steal things like food

knocking over skis so that they can ride downhill on them

throwing stones at humans for fun

peeling off and eating the rubber on cars

just fucking with cars in general (see below for an image of a kea messing with a towbar) they'll strip your car of anything not bolted or welded down

they'll nick anything they can get their grubby little beaks or claws on including wallets and passports

breaking into houses through cat doors

turning on water taps

learning to use tools to set off stoat traps

playing with traffic cones

playing with snowballs

there was a kea that literally locked a guy inside of his hut

on top of all of this, they're known to do some of this stuff just to entertain other kea around them.

here's some pictures of the idiots doing their thing:

basically, these guys are dicks and I have never seen a more Grian-coded bird in my life than these little shits. kea Grian supemacy.

[capn-rattlebones]

Heavy is the head that wears the traffic safety cone. Those things are like seven pounds of rubber, it puts a lot of strain on the neck.

[enchantingruinscandy]

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[screaming--incoherently]

Traitorous - Prologue/Chapter 1

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Swearing,

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Odessa Volkova had always been a hot mess. Emphasis on hot. 

It was hereditary. A curse passed down through her family's genetic code, resulting in one train wreck after another. Her grandmother drank herself to death after losing all her money to a gambling addiction. Her father had a psychotic break and burned their house down. And Odessa fought in a war against the gods because a blonde guy convinced her she was worth something.

The war ended in a massacre, hundreds of friends and allies cut down before her very eyes. Odessa was one of the few left to pick up the pieces afterwards, to glue herself back together and force her way forward. She’d gone back to the mortal world, running from monsters and Romans alike. Then after one particularly disastrous run-in with the law, Odessa was shipped off to a school full of mentally unstable delinquents, a place she unfortunately fit right into.

It had all led her to today. The war, the fallout, getting sent to reform school, the fates had designed it for this moment, sitting on a cracked leather seat on a crowded school bus, staring into the eyes of the boy who'd once meant the world to her. The boy who’d walked away without a second thought.

Jason. Fucking. Grace.

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Jason Grace was here. Jason Grace was here. Even in the warped reflection of the window, she recognized him easily, ‘sleeping’ in the once-empty seat behind her. A mix of anger and apprehension spread through Odessa’s body like a wildfire, screaming at her to run away/fight him/grab him and demand to know why he'd come back to bother her after all this time.

It had been months since the Battle of Mount Orthys. Odessa had kept her head down, staying out of trouble. Jason shouldn’t have been able to find her, much less make it this close. She fought the urge to reach for the dagger tucked into the inner pocket of her jacket, her fingers itching to curl around the handle of a weapon. Jason wouldn't be here without a plan, and Odessa knew better than to start swinging without understanding her situation first.

Jason was sitting next to Piper McLean, a freakishly pretty girl and one of the only people Odessa tolerated at this school. From the way Piper was looking at Jason—and how she wasn’t freaking out about a stranger suddenly appearing beside her—it was obvious she was under the influence of the mist. Odessa’s eyes narrowed at Jason’s reflection, manipulating the mist was a feat few demigods could master, she wondered what else Jason had learned since the last time they’d seen each other. 

Her eyes closed for a moment as she sank deeper into her seat, an irritated exhale leaving Odessa’s lips. She was having a hard enough time trying to blend in in the mortal world, Odessa didn't need Jason coming in and ruining everything she'd built. Leo Valdez—the impish, hyperactive, Santa’s elf she was sitting next to—glanced up from the mess of pipe cleaners and rubber bands he was fiddling with to raise an eyebrow curiously at her. Odessa waved him off, rubbing her temples in an attempt to soothe the growing pounding in her head.

She glanced back at Jason’s reflection, only to find him wide awake… and staring directly at her. Odessa quickly averted her gaze, desperately trying to come up with a plan to get out of this situation.

Her train of thought was interrupted by Coach Hedge yelling something unintelligible at the front of the bus. The Coach was a mountain of a man—or he would have been, if he wasn't the same height as a fifth grader. Hedge liked to compensate for his height by being extraordinarily loud, both in the way he dressed and spoke. His neon orange polo shirt made him look like a traffic cone, and despite sitting at the back of the bus, when he started talking it felt as though he was yelling in her ear.

As the Coach lectured them about not causing trouble at the canyon, Odessa noticed Hedge’s beady eyes narrow slightly as they flicked to Jason. She sat up straighter in her seat, fighting the urge to glance behind her. Nobody else had reacted so far in response to Jason Grace's sudden appearance on their field trip. But if the Coach wasn't affected by the Mist—plus he didn't look happy to see Jason—that meant Odessa had a potential ally if Jason tried to drag her back to camp for judgement.

“All right Cupcakes!” Coach Hedge announced, tearing his eyes away from Jason. “We'll be at the canyon in five minutes. Stay with your partner, and don't be stupid or else.”

That last part seemed directed at the back of the bus, and from the way Hedge's grip tightened on his baseball bat, Odessa had a feeling Hedge might try and ‘take care’ of Jason himself.

“Can he talk to us that way?” Jason worriedly whispered to Piper, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He sounded anxious, as if he wasn't fully capable of blasting the Coach to ash if he wanted to.

Odessa turned around to face Jason, resting an arm on the back of her seat. She wanted a better look at him, to try and figure out what was going on. “Of course, he can,” she told him, deciding to play along with Jason's façade to try and figure out what his intentions were. “We go to the Wilderness School. ‘Where the kids are the animals.’”

She said it with a wicked gleam in her eyes but paired it with a joking smile. Looking at Jason now, Odessa almost couldn't believe this was the same guy who toppled the Black Throne last August. He was too tense, his eyes darting around like he didn't know where he was, his fists clenching and unclenching over and over again.

“This is some kind of mistake,” Jason told them, his eyes darting between Piper and Odessa, practically begging them to believe him. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

That threw Odessa off. Jason Grace was a lot of things and a good liar wasn't one of them. It was obvious that he was telling the truth—or at least what he believed to be the truth—which made Odessa's life a hell of a lot harder.

Leo—never one to be left out of a conversation—turned around to grin impishly at Jason. “Of course, Jason. We’ve all been framed! I didn’t run away six times. Piper didn’t steal a BMW. Odessa didn't—” he glanced over at her, “what did you do again?”

Odessa, who had no intention of telling anyone that story, simply answered “drugs.” just as Piper protested, “I didn't steal that car Leo!”

Leo scoffed, “oh, I forgot, Piper. What was your story? You ‘talked’ the dealer into lending it to you?”

The two continued arguing, and Odessa tuned them out, turning back to scrutinise Jason.

“You really remember nothing?” She asked, wondering if now that Piper and Leo were distracted, she'd catch a glimpse of the real Jason in those strikingly blue eyes of his. Odessa was hoping it was all a ploy to get her to drop her guard, that any second now Jason would drop the façade and threaten/beg/try to convince her to come back to Camp. Not that she could even if she wanted to, Reyna would have her hung, drawn and quartered the second Odessa stepped foot on Roman soil.

But Jason seemed dead set on playing the amnesia route. “Nothing,” he promised, his eyes staring pleadingly into hers, sincerity written all over his face. Odessa's heart dropped, Jason was being truthful, and that meant something worse was going on, something that already managed to pull one over on one of the strongest demigods she'd ever met.

Odessa opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Leo, whose argument with Piper had gotten steadily louder.

“I’m just saying, I doubt a guy just gave you the keys to a brand new BM—”

“Leo Valdez!” Piper and Leo both shut up as Coach Hedge yelled from the front, “is there a problem back there?”

He was gripping his baseball bat like he really, really wanted there to be a problem.

Leo glanced slyly over at Odessa, “watch this!” He winked at her before turning to the front. “Sorry, Coach! I was having trouble hearing you. Could you use your megaphone, please?”

The glee in the Coach’s eyes as Leo mentioned the megaphone sent a shiver down Odessa's spine. Hedge unclipped the megaphone from his belt and continued to give directions, except his voice came out sounding like Darth Vader's. Odessa held back a snicker, then burst out into full laughter when Coach tried again and a loud “Moo!” sounded from the megaphone.

“Valdez!” Hedge yelled, slamming the megaphone against a seat to try and fix it.

Leo grinned at Odessa, winking playfully at her. Odessa stifled another laugh, enjoying the sight of Coach Hedge yelling at the megaphone while trying to fix it. “How'd you do that?” She asked, momentarily forgetting about the Jason problem as her attention shifted to Leo.

“I'm a special boy,” Leo answered, leaning in a little bit closer to her.

“Guys!” Jason interrupted, his eyes darting between Odessa and Leo. For a split second, there was something in his eyes as Jason looked at Odessa—not recognition, but close enough that it made her freeze for a moment. As Odessa and Leo both turned to look at Jason, he hesitated for a moment before speaking, as if he didn't actually have something to say and was now scrambling for words. “W-what am I doing here? Where are we going?”

Piper furrowed her brows, staring at Jason with confusion written all over her face. “Jason, are you joking?”

Odessa bit her lip, staying silent. As far as she knew, Piper and Leo were mortals, and it would take too long to explain the whole Mist-warping-memories thing. She'd wait until this field trip was over, then corner Jason and figure out what was going on. Hopefully it was simple enough that Odessa could solve the problem discreetly. She didn't want to drag anyone else into demigod business.

“Of course he’s joking,” Leo insisted, giving Jason a look Odessa couldn't quite read. “Jason’s just trying to get me back for the whole shaving cream on the Jell-O incident, right?” Leo raised an eyebrow at Jason, letting out a laugh that seemed a little forced, “at least the Jell-o thing was funny. Amnesia’s a little far, Jay.”

Jason just stared helplessly at Leo, confusion etched across his face. The sight made Odessa uncomfortable, seeing Jason like this dragged up emotions she'd longed since buried, and she had to fight the urge to reach out and comfort him.

“Leo… I think he's serious.” Piper reached for Jason's hand, concern flickering in her eyes. “Did you hit your head or something? You really don't know who we are?”

Jason pulled his hand away from Piper's, his eyes desperately scanning the three of them. “I don't…” he admitted, taking a shaky breath before continuing, “I don't even know who I am.”

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Welcome to the beginning of my new Heroes of Olympus fanfic Traitorous. New chapters will be posted once a week (unless I'm feeling productive and writing more lol). If you like it so far lmk, I'm trying to work on my writing skills so any advice/constructive criticism is appreciated! <3 Mack

[lubas-things]

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[violetfairydust]

I just felt like posting today. It's long, but it makes me laugh and I need to laugh.

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Stiles flopped down the steps in a neon orange wetsuit.

Peter and Scott had been standing in the middle of the living room chatting. They couldn’t help but notice Stiles’ choice of clothing.

“Good news,” Peter said. “I found Nemo.”

Stiles wiggled his eyebrows. “You noticed my scuba suit, huh?”

“It’s hard to miss an eyesore like that.”

“Hey, it was this or lime green.”

“I don’t think you should wear either.”

His rubber flippers slapped against the hardwood floor and make a suctioning sound. Stiles walked to the closet and whipped out some goggles and strapped them to his head. They snapped back and he stumbled, but caught himself on the wall.

“Dare I ask what you’re doing?” Peter continued. Scott was in too much shock to say anything.

“Derek, Cora, Isaac, and I were going to the river. We were going to try water skiing.” Stiles turned toward the stairs. “Are you guys ready yet?”

Derek, Cora, and Isaac came downstairs wearing normal clothes. They tried to repress their laughter upon seeing Stiles. Cora had to turn her head and hide behind Isaac’s shoulder.

“What?”

“What is this traffic cone doing in our living room?” Isaac sassed.

“We better go before you scare all the dogs,” Derek said.

“Aren’t you guys prepared? Are you planning on falling in the river in your clothes?” He nodded at their regularity. “Didn’t you pack swimsuits?”

“They’re on under our clothes, carrot boy,” Cora sassed.

“Have fun,” Scott said.

“Thanks,” Derek responded. “Come on Cheddar Cheese Stick, let’s go.”

Stiles rolled his eyes and ignored his husband. He nodded to Peter and Scott who didn’t look an ounce less entertained. “What are you guys doing today?”

“I was going to teach Malia how to skateboard,” Scott said.

Peter looked at him with his arms crossed. “Who’s going to teach you?”

[sugarcoatedmechanic]

@hambot2point0 B-12 wasn’t meant for off-roading. The robot wasn’t one to become particularly frustrated, but he didn’t find the experience very rewarding. Of course, off reading to him is literally anything other than a perfectly level sidewalk.

So he was trying to stick to the sidewalk, the nearly level sidewalk. But it wasn’t working out as well as he’d like.

He had crossed the same crosswalk about seven times at this point. Get to other side. Car is parked on sidewalk. Reroute. Turn around and try the other way. Traffic cone. That probably isn’t good. perhaps the car is gone? Cross the road, encounter car, reroute.

This loop continued like this until he spotted a stranger and he was finally broken of his casual meandering back and forth across the road. He quickly stumbled towards him, and barely avoided tripping as he went to greet the frankly miserable looking soul. His voice was high and loudly enthusiastic. He stood with feet wide apart, and black metal and rubber hands splayed expressively, highlighted by the colorful LEDs that circled his wrists like glow sticks. Hello, my name is B-12! Would you like to play a game?”

[thunder--muffin]

Unbound Breaks My Heart

I bought Need for Speed Unbound recently. It was on sale for under $10. So, I figured, "Why not. Let's see why the reviews are the way they are."

When I say that the game frustrated me to tears, I'm not exaggerating. I came so close to crying, I was so irked.

This rant is based on the first 30 minutes I've spent in the game. I haven't managed to make it further.

Prelude

I've done 3 races, I'm still in the prelude. There are a lot of redundancies - in my eyes - that annoy me.

When you go to the map to select a race, there are extra steps. They show the same shit on the map that you see at the event, not a problem. It's the steps that's the issue. Then, when you get to the event, it's there, too. In heat, at least, you drove to the race, and you pressed one button, that's it. This extra nonsense to make up with the fact that they have to show that this game isn't a mistake makes it more glaringly obvious that it is.

Racing

My car is slow as shit, and you have me in races with super cars. They're gone in no seconds flat! What point does this serve? The rubber banding is so bad in this game, it's giving NFS: Heat a run for its money. I have to slog further through the story to unlock the feature to upgrade my car's specs. In NFS: Unbound, you start off with a beater. Where, in other NFS games, you start off in a really nice car, and you downgrade to a beater. So, why do I have to be antagonized before I can upgrade my car?

Driving

Driving in a straight line causes me to spin out, I'm fishtailing like a MF, and it's always random. The fact that I have a slow car means I have a slow start. While everyone else around me is gone, I'm still getting my tires to spin and actually gain [traction]. There has to be something I'm missing here because um...

Moving on...

Characters

This is the first NFS game where I absolutely do not care about the characters. Where I absolutely skipped the cutscenes. Where I wanted to desperately go back to when the main protagonist never talked, you didn't even see their faces. You just knew you disliked Cross, Darius, etc., and you must get away from them or beat them to get their pink slips. Things were simpler back then.

Music

I had cut off all in-game music. I did the same for NFS: Heat, but at least when I played Heat, I got to the point where I made my own racing playlist in Spotify and played that. Furthermore, I love hip-hop, but it's like they chose every developer's song that they disliked and put it in the game. What happened to variety?

Dialogue

Now, being a Need for Speed veteran, the dialogue is always cheesy, borderline embarrassing to witness even. Unbound though? I'm convinced they had an AI write and voice the dialogue. It's so bad. I'm cringing harder than I've ever cringed, and we have NFS: Heat. I didn't think it could get any worse than NFS: Heat. It makes me glad they left it on a cliffhanger; or put it off that way.

Why is it the only thing the developers listened to the gamers about was to add people. I think that's the dumbest shit to date. I remember people asking for this for almost a decade, and it was ignored. Why add people now? It was always a stupid idea. Now, it's a stupid idea manifested. NFS: ProStreet, it made sense to have people. There were closed tracks. It's a distraction, and it doesn't add anything to the game. It actually causes more problems. Not only that, but it's such an unintelligent, simple-minded addition, and I hope this isn't going to be commonplace in future NFS titles. But, I'll take that over this game entirely as long as the game is good.

Explosions

Everything explodes. Traffic cones, guardrails, gates, etc. Nothing is that pliable. Everything is...finicky; like a delicate little flower. I shouldn't send sparks flying from hitting a traffic cone. Trees disappear and then, confetti. It seems lazy. This is a minor issue, but it gets a spotlight because it seems like everything in this game is made of papier-mâché.

Restricted

For a game called unbound, you're bound. Like NFS No Limits, you're extremely limited. Unbound is restrictive. From the few races I've done, I can tell you're not able to do a goddamned thing. The map feels empty, you're only assigned races. You can't venture off and do anything on the map. It's a paywall, minus the pay.

Gameplay

I didn't like having to pick between night and day in Heat, I for damn sure don't like it in Unbound. The stupid weekly system that's been implemented. Why? What the absolute FUCK? The cops are annoying AF. And that's saying A LOT because this franchise is BUILT on a cat and mouse system. The handling, like I mentioned earlier, it's worse in races. I'm clunking along and everyone else seems to be strapped to rockets on ice. While we're on handling, I'll never understand why they had to change how you drift in these games. Underground 2, Most Wanted, Carbon, drifting was fun and it made sense. They complicated something that didn't have to be complicated at all. The buy-in system isn't needed. This is, again, another attempt at doing something unnecessarily different.

Mods

I've had to add mods to make this game playable. Not even enjoyable because I still can't bring myself to play this for no longer than one race.

I miss when developers actually TRIED and wasn't obligated by red tape and someone telling them, "time is money, and you're wasting time, hurry TF up!" I miss the era of Most Wanted (2005), Underground 1 and 2. Man, I miss wanting to play a NFS game, now when I see a new release, I assume it's a disappointment, and I've been right every single time. I don't want a remastered/remake of the old games because they'd just ruin that, too. Just listen to us past adding people walking on the sidewalks into the game.

All in all this game, in my humble opinion is...

[nitrosodiumofficialuses]

This is some concept art for TWL; namely, the various personnel classes of Hydromorph, and their infected or "Drain" variant after everything goes to hell. Similarly to several different zombie games, the mutation will alter the body based on what state it victim is in, utilizing both hard and soft components to create an amphibious killing machine. Let's talk about the clean drawings first.

Firstly, we have the scientists, dressed in white lab coats and likely orange turtlenecks underneath. They make up the bulk of the Hydromorph workforce, many living within the facility's living quarters to dedicate their lives to studying aquatic life - and that includes waterborne viruses. Next to them is the engineers or "techs", goggle-clad maintenance workers tasked with keeping Hydromorph's pumps and generators operating optimally. Next is the "diving techs", kitted out in diving suits with built-in oxyacetylene torches for underwater welding. Next is the hazmat workers, kitted out in a heavy-rubber protective suit and the distinctive toolbelt with a pipe wrench, walkie talkie and emergency flare. This is Nicolas' role, a research associate tasked with biohazard clean-up and other menial work in environments that would melt through any other uniform. The final role is "Hydro-Sec", the facility's security personnel. Dressed in a riot helmet and strapped into a Kevlar shell, these guards deal with breaches to Hydromorph security, from exterior to interior.

On a good day, these various jobs would coalesce together to keep the gears of Hydromorph running smoothly. Unfortunately, on the day Toxic Waters Lite takes place, nothing runs smoothly, and various members of each class are bitten, mangled, infected, and worse. Let's look at that now.

The scientist Drains are the most common. Given their rational but timid personalities, their white lab coats and orange jumpers have been totally shredded, an after-affect of the scientist's reluctance to damage such a perfect specimen (while it sank its teeth into them). They have greenish skin, covered in pustules and lesions, milky eyes, and a vestigial tendril sprouting from their shoulder. With no specialized mutations, these Drains can be dispatched as easily as any other "walker" type zombie in another game.

Next up is the tech Drain. The engineer's overalls are tattered, now stained with something much redder than any common machine lubricant. Their hard hat is punctured, presumably from a previous survivor's self-defense attempt, or where the progenitor Drain decided to route its infection. The iconic goggles are still fastened to the Drain's head, but its true unique feature is the gnarled right arm, prehensile tentacles tightly wrapped about a bloodied monkey wrench. This gives the tech Drain a much more dangerous melee attack, though at a cost to their balance.

The diver Drain is an interesting one. Assuming the previously living diving tech was infected while in combat with an underwater Drain, the virus augmented its host to be suited better to an aquatic environment. The legs have fused into a spiny, mermaid-esque tail, giving them a vicious edge in the water, but considerably less danger on land. The various tubes and equipment are still fastened to the Drain's body after infection, and while the headgear is gone, a rusty re-breather is still clenched between its slavering jaws. Similarly, the welding torch is still operational, and while it still has fuel, it adds a scorching pain to the infectious slash it has just given you.

The hazmat Drain is a little bit of a hyperbole. Ironically, it shows that Nicolas' orange armor is little more than a wearable traffic cone, and means he's just as susceptible to infection as his co-workers. The front visor is smashed open, revealing the scalled face of a Drain inside. The hazmat suit is stretched to its limits, filled with infectious ichor and bloated body parts. Tubes that once led to oxygen tanks have been ripped out, clenched in a bunch by the hazmat Drain, dripping caustic goo from the suit. In the other hand, the emergency flare has been lit, surrounding this particular mutant with a sinister red glow. Encountering a hazmat Drain should be a big experience for the player, as instantly quells any suspicions about the player being Drain-proof.

Finally, the security Drain. Unlike some other games, this particular strain of infection doesn't retain any marksmanship post-Drainage, but instead, their forearms have been turned into hulking crustacean claws. Sporting a bloodstained helmet visor and a ripped ballistic vest peppered with bullet holes, it is clear that this Drain has already torn its way through at least one survivor already. They will have a charging attack that can instantly kill Nicolas if he doesn't dodge, but this can be staggered by shooting the Drain and breaking its guard.

So, these are the possible character and enemy types for TWL. Pretty neat, right?

[lovemylegcasts]

Finn shifted his weight carefully, balancing on the heel of his red fiberglass cast. The rubber sole made it possible for him to walk without a cast shoe, but it still felt a little strange. His toes peeked out at the end of the cast, perfectly visible and bare. He liked that—he liked how they looked, how they caught the sunlight through the window of the café where he was waiting.

The cast was bright red, almost glowing under the afternoon sun. It wrapped his lower leg snugly, from just below the knee down to past his ankle, ending just before his toes. The rubber heel on the cast made a subtle thump against the wooden floor as he shifted again, trying not to look too awkward. The pain from the fracture had dulled a bit since the doctor had fitted the cast, but every now and then a dull ache reminded him that this was real.

Finn glanced down again at his toes, wiggling them lightly. They were a little pink, a little pale from being stuck in socks and shoes all day before the injury, but now they were free. Bare. Exposed. He liked the freedom, the way they could breathe and move. He liked showing them off. His toes were neatly kept, clean, with nails trimmed and polished faintly in a soft lavender shade—something he had done a week before the accident.

The café door jingled open, and Finn’s heart skipped. He looked up, his eyes brightening as his boyfriend walked in. Dylan spotted him immediately, a wide smile spreading across his face. Dylan was the kind of guy who loved sneakers and hoodies and had an easy, laid-back style, but his eyes always had that spark of excitement when he saw Finn.

Finn smiled back, trying to hide the slight limp in his step. “Hey,” he said, his voice light but with a hint of nervousness.

Dylan sat down across from him, his eyes quickly flicking down to the cast and then to Finn’s toes poking out. “Wow, that cast is really bright,” Dylan said with a teasing grin. “Looks like it could double as a traffic cone.”

Finn laughed softly. “Yeah, it’s definitely eye-catching. And check this out.” He tapped the bottom of the cast lightly, causing a soft rubbery thump. “No cast shoe. The doctor said the rubber heel lets me walk like it’s a shoe. It’s weird but kind of cool.”

Dylan leaned in, eyes twinkling. “I bet it sounds cool, too.”

“It does,” Finn admitted, a little sheepishly. “But the best part? I can show off my toes. See?” He wiggled them, and Dylan’s smile grew even wider.

“I love that you like showing them off,” Dylan said warmly. “Your toes are honestly kind of perfect.”

Finn blushed, feeling a rush of affection. “Thanks. It’s weird, but I’ve always liked having my toes out in the open. It feels... freeing. And now, with the cast, they’re like the only thing that can move.”

They talked for a while, the afternoon light streaming through the windows, casting soft shadows on the table. Dylan reached across and gently touched Finn’s casted leg, careful but affectionate. “I’m proud of you for handling this so well.”

Finn shrugged, a little embarrassed. “It’s annoying sometimes, but I guess it’s not the worst thing. I mean, it’s got style, right?”

“Definitely,” Dylan said with a grin. “Red suits you. And those toes? Totally stealing the show.”

Finn grinned back, his worries fading a little. Despite the fracture, despite the awkwardness of the cast, and the limp that slowed him down, here he was—sharing this moment with Dylan, feeling seen and accepted. His toes were out in the open, the cast a little badge of resilience, and he was exactly where he wanted to be.

[capn-rattlebones]

Heavy is the head that wears the traffic safety cone. Those things are like seven pounds of rubber, it puts a lot of strain on the neck.