#Twin wire arc

[revelboo]

And when Brainstorms weird construction works, all humans get teleported back to the Lost Light, including Tarns. Now the crew has to explaining to a raging mass murderer that they in fact did not steal his human... even if it looks like it lol

Or Tarn gets a call from his human: hey yeah i got beamed around and am currently on the ship with your ex-boss and a lot of weirdos. Can you pick me up? thx!

This made me cackle when I read it.

MTMTE What if Angst Scenario Just Gone- Reunion

• “Would you leave the science to the scientists?” Brainstorm snarls, immediately regretting it when Ratchet’s servos wrap around a wrench. And Perceptor shoves between him and the medic, stripping and redoing his wiring to his frustration. “It was fine.” The other bot turning and staring at him, expression guarded. ‘Yes, if sloppy is fine,’ Perceptor murmurs. ‘Try it again.’

• Servos drumming restlessly against his arm, Rodimus can feel his plating heating even if the wide berth everyone else is giving him wasn’t a dead giveaway. And he’s never been all that religious, but if it’ll get you back? He’s tried Primus, but at this point, he’s tempted to try Unicron if it might help. “You’re melting the floor,” Megatron growls at him and he doesn’t know how the other mech is so calm when he’s losing it.

• Watching the thing arc to make the ship’s lights dim sharply, there’s a humming that prickles across Swerve’s biofield. And he’s frozen watching that mini gate throw tendrils of energy. And a human pops into existence, staggering and falling. And another. Three more. Moaning and miserable, hurting, but whole. They’re all coming back. And he’s lunging when you blip into existence, hands cupped to catch you as he dives for you, plating scraping the floor.

• You’re back, the bond flaring back through him as you appear, and Megatron’s servos tremble as he scoops you up, spark hurting when you start bawling. Doesn’t care that you’re not alone as he shifts his plating, bonding you. Needing that intimacy, to know you and his new spark are safe and it’s a relief to tangle in you, finding you and your sparkling safe. And he’s not the only one, sees several bots scooping their humans up. Bonding with them out of worry. Reassuring themselves after the stress and fear. Feels something shift and he’s shocked when you pass the spark to him, before curling into his palm. What just happened?

• “Did you just spark me?” Tailgate whispers, feeling Cyclonus twitch where he’d been holding you both while he renews his bond with you and checks on the twin sparks. Can feel them tangled in him not you and despite the surprise, he doesn’t care. You’re home. You’re okay.

• ‘Hey, we’ve got extras,’ Nautica calls out and Rodimus looks up at the little group of unclaimed humans. Tucking you against his neck, he frowns. Because he’s never seen this group before. And they don’t look nearly freaked out enough. Obviously familiar with Cybertronians. So these humans had ended up with other Cybertronians not on the Lost Light? “Who’s your bots?” He asks tiredly. And one of them looks up at him. ‘Where’s Tarn?’

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[novankenn]

Cinder: (Swings door open quickly ignoring the note.) My Queen! Those brats have broke into the castle we must stop!

(Pauses while looking at the scene)

Jaune: (His head on Weiss's lap as she runs her fingers though his hair) Alyx was a brat but she still was like family she didn't deserve what that cat did.

Salem: I understand life is usually cruel. Now tell me more about this Curious Cat.

Cinder: WTF?!?

Cinder stalked through the halls and corridors of EverNight Castle. Her twin obsidian blades ready to strike down the intruders... if she could find them. Normally she would have zeroed in on the sounds of conflict and combat, but there was none. The grimm she passed, when she did come across them were just wandering about aimlessly, that was if they weren't sitting or laying down.

So without the sounds of a fierce pitched battle to guide her, Cinder was forced to actually search for the interlopers... who she knew was team RWBY and their friends.

Cinder: This is RIDICULOUS! I must ask my queen for help, to locate these brats.

Cinder made a turn at the next corner and stomped her way toward the throne room. She emerged from one of the side halls into the main corridor and turned towards her destination. Five minutes later she stood there before the large double doors... in total shock.

Cinder: I...

A Beowulf, dressed in a tasteful skirt and blouse ensemble, matched with a set of sensible heels, and topped off with a pearl necklace, and a pair of wire rim glasses... stood before the doors baring her entry.

Cinder: I...

The Beowulf pointed to a sign near the door, well a set of signs in fact. It took ever ounce of her will power to draw her eyes off the figure before her, and look at the signs.

(1) If the doors are closed there is either a meeting or session in progress. Unless it is an EMERGENCY no admittance.

(2) Sessions are by appointment ONLY.

(3) This is a ZERO TOLERANCE work place. Anyone causing a disturbance, or harassing staff will be asked to leave. Failure to do so will cause the authorities to be summoned.

(4) I am the boss, but my secretary is in charge. If she says NO then it's NO. There are no exceptions.

Cinder: Secretary?

The Beowulf nodded its head and using a metal ruler tapped the desk name plate.

Cinder: Grendelsa Grimmsald, Executive Assistant to Doctor Salem Salem?

The Beowulf who Cinder now knew was named Grendelsa nodded.

Cinder: But, I...

Grendelsa: *Grunt like growl*

Cinder: I know I don't have an appointment, but this is an emergency! The castle is under attack! I must speak to Queen...

Grendelsa: *Growl like grunt*

Cinder: I mean Doctor Salem.

Grendelsa pointed to a set of rather comfy looking waiting room chairs, and Cinder knew instantly she had no choice. So she sat down, and after a few seconds wiggled her butt into the plush cushioning getting more comfortable.

Cinder dozed off, and awoke with a start at the sound of the door opening.

Salem: I understand it is quiet the commute so I will have Grendelsa arrange for some accommodations for you, as in my opinion there is a need to have a few more sessions over the next week before I feel confident that we can space them out further. Is that acceptable Ms Schnee? Mr Arc?

Weiss: More than. Thank you for your hospitality, and all your help.

Cinder shot to her feet, her eyes wide in shock. Salem, her queen. Malevolent Evil Incarnate was in a black pant suit, wearing glasses and SHAKING HANDS with the SCHNEE who was holding the hand of the blond wanna-be knight from Beacon!

Jaune: I still don't...

Salem: It's alright Mr Arc. These things take time, and we progress at the pace that you set. There is no rushing this. Your mental health is very important, and with Ms Schnee's support and my assistance we will help you find resolutions.

Weiss: Can we give it a couple more sessions Jaune? I really do think this is good for you, me and us.

Jaune: Okay. I'll try a few more times.

Salem: Excellent. Grendelsa will make all the...

Cinder: WHAT THE FUCK IT THIS!!!!

Salem: Ms Fall. Those types of outbursts are not acceptable!

Cinder: WHAT THE FUCK, SALEM? THEY'RE FROM BEACON! THEY'RE YOUR ENEMIES!

Salem: Lower your voice or you will be escorted out.

Cinder: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!? ARE YOU GIVING THEM THERAPY???

Salem: You were warned Ms Fall. Ms Grimmslad if you please...

/==/

Twenty minutes later Cinder found herself sitting outside of the main gate of EverNight Castle, right next to Ruby Rose, Yang Xiao Long, and Blake Belladonna.

Ruby: You get kicked out too?

Cinder: ...

[teambyler]

Will's anti-Vecna song should be David Bowie's "Heroes"

We know from the new BTS pic that he has headphones and a Walkman. Like Max, he might be fending off Vecna:

Max's anti-Vecna song was highly personal to her. It helped her through her guilt and depression and feeling like she deserved to die.

For Will, "Should I Stay or Should I Go" is cute, but it doesn't have emotional weight. It might have helped a child Will in the Upside Down in s1, when it made him think of home and Jonathan, but he's all grown up now. He's changed.

If Byler becomes realized, David Bowie's "Heroes" is the perfect song for Mike and Will's relationship that would help Will resist Vecna. It's canon that Will likes David Bowie: kid Mike prefers the androgynous rock star over Kenny Rogers (s2e1).

@surferbeto on YouTube comments:

This is a heroic love song. Bowie starts out crooning but pretty soon he ramps up and belts it out hard. This song is about risking getting shot by East German border police and dragged over barbed wire for love. This is about young love against impossible odds. It's about that gloriously tragic fantasy... of giving our life in some grandly romantic way to save the life of our beloved. Maybe by taking a bullet for them and dying in their arms in the shadow of the Berlin Wall.

Having David Bowie's "Heroes" in the show would call-back to Peter Gabriel's somber 2010 cover from s1, when Mike hugged his mom thinking Will was dead. But Bowie's original is defiant, triumphant, and bittersweet. (Seriously, if you haven't yet, listen to it before reading further. It's perfect.)

It would play when Mike and Will have their first kiss. Their song of losing each other is now of finding each other.

If Byler is realized, it could play as Mike and Will dare to hold hands in the school hall, as we fade out to the end credits.

Will would put it on his Walkman. If Will and Mike are bullied for their relationship, "Heroes" perfectly expresses their defiance and willingness to love each other despite the harm that might come to them.

It's the song that would most help Will in case he gets Vecna'd. It doesn't just remind him of Mike; it culminates his journey over the five seasons. As a kid he told Jonathan he's not a baby, not just a victim. Despite seeming shy and weak, he has a huge amount of quiet courage, but his struggle in s3 and s4 was largely internal. ("I'm not gonna fall in love.") Show creator Matt Duffer says about s5: "Will's going to be a big part and focus... We're starting to see his coming of age, really... You're starting to see him come into his own." If Byler becomes real, then his fight becomes external, confronting the homophobia in Hawkins and the literal hell threatening his friends. He will rise to the occasion.

"Will really takes center stage again in [season] 5," Ross Duffer told Variety. "This emotional arc for him is what we feel is going to hopefully tie the whole series together. Will is used to being the young one, the introverted one, the one that’s being protected. So part of his journey, it’s not just sexuality – it’s Will coming into his own as a young man."

In s2, Will only allowed Mike to protect him because he didn't feel pitied by Mike; Mike saw his strength. A stronger Will will pay him back and protect him from the twin dangers they face.

It's Will's turn to be the hero. His fight for others is his fight for himself. "Heroes" perfectly expresses his journey of defying all odds to fight for HIS RIGHT TO LOVE.

-teambyler

[moriaarts]

ARC Trooper Corporal Jaig

Blorbo the second, Jaig the ARC of the 343rd. In house mother and bleeding heart in disguise. With the text under the cut.

CT - 8407 “Jaig” has proven herself to be a survivor. Calm, collected and aloof, Jaig comes across as a cold and unapproachable soldier. But its a mask of a hunter observing the world for signs of danger.

The name “Jaig” was given to her early in the war when a B1 droid got in close and disarmed her. It’s not in Jaig nature to go down without a fight. It’s not in her nature to go down at all. All clones are trained in hand to hand combat, made stronger and more agile than base humans. But these are necessary against unyielding mechanical fists. Knocked off her feet by a metal backhand, she remember the raw of the wind across the sands, of the LAAT’s, of blaster fire.

She registers the B1s flooding in and going for her batchmates, her squadron, helmet forgotten she goes for the nearest one and shreds out the wires in its neck. It’s a valiant effort. It’s luck. The droid reaches back, grabbing her by the face to pull her off. It’s joints seize and all thats left as it turns on her is the command prompt to shoot and keep shooting. The fucker took her eye. Tore the skin off around it.

The scar that it left was triangular shaded, the skin too smooth for the rest of her face. A jaig eye, Jai’galaar’la sur’haii’se, a shreik-hawk eye, they said. Said her quick thinking took out a platoon of clankers when the droid she hardwired mindlessly shot a downed LAAT, blowing it, sending it crashing on top of the ones storming their trench. She just remembers being pissed because they knocked her bucket off and didn't finish the job. So she gets to trained as an ARC. It’s an honour. And she agrees but it doesn't feel real. Even assigned to the 21st Nova Corps, under the command of Commander Jet, Clone Marshal Commander Bacara, and General Ki Adi Mundi.

She never really like red. Liked the long kama though. She also had not like General Mundi. The rumour was that he had ten wives. The number changed depending on the battalion they were bunking with. It was more like four. But knowing the jedi’s no string policy she's even less of a fan. Even less in the coming months before. Jaig would be with the nova corps for few campaigns. Used to smile when Block chased her around with hair shears. How Duke would always grumbled getting dirt off his armour, and asked how she kept hers so clean and not smelling of wet bantha. But besides that she hadn't known much about herself until they had met them. Two of General Mundi’s wives met them at a medical station one a doctor the other visiting from a relief mission. Pamania. She was lovely. Covered in simple jedi cream robes all except for her eyes. Eyes of deep pools of dark purple, nebulas set in russet skin. They creased when she smiled. Lashes fluttered when she cried. They visited the medical base often. Pamania was gentle with them. Patient and kind, and fierce as a forests fire when they came back in a state. Jaig thinks she liked her. The first one to call her sister. The first to run fingers through her hair rather than playfully pull it when she gave her some self sacrificing crap. The first person to kiss her on the cheek and tell her she had a right to live in this world. War or no war.

Jaig had been younger then, Naive and unsure what to do with such gentle treatment. Who knew an innocent kiss to a clothed cheek would do such damage? Jet had scolded her and within a week she was decommissioned for improper behaviour, officially. Unofficially reassigned in shiny armour to the 343rd.  

Bonus:

Jaig loves the twins like her own. Especially Lash, whose quiet sarcasm is a family brand of deflection. She wants more with Ro, but Ro has a whole host of issues to make up with before Jaig is next in line. Doesn’t stop her having the ARF troopers back though. They both got on best, both being recon troops and with her 3rd in command and Ro in 2nd, they often share looks of exasperation and concern at the expense of Kiss.  

Here is Captain Kiss x and the rest of the company.

WIP Playlist

[multiplicationdivision]

Being Tim

Tim thanked god for his good old cloner.

It was an old DIY piece of crap he’d built when he was a young punk, wired out of the crap he’d found in the dump and bound together with a dream and some loose nails. It was no miracle crafted by ARC Corp or ReUni Inc. , but a perfectly functional Frankenstein of all their best vintage goods dressed up with some classic neon signs he’d thought were ironic back in the day.

The youngins had their replitech, streamlined and “perfect”. Instant duplicates, formed of hardlight, their brains edited from the original to be just like them except for any bothersome bits of existentialism or self-preservation. The same 20 year old fucks leading around their small armies of similar faces, duplicates blinking out with ignorant smiles and replaced in turn by another just like them.

Not that Tim had any moral high ground, but he had a respect for the hand-made. Old cloning tech couldn’t harness photons or multiply the mass of particles. It needed material to be reworked, clay to be reshaped and DNA to be momentarily rewound.

Tim had never had need to find that material, they flocked to him. Tech could give a person anything, but anything achieved was just second rate satisfaction. You could simulate everything that Tim was, replicate the burning sun and the dripping sweat down his cheeks. Submerse yourself in a fluid that would encase you, pressing down in the perfect ways to make your skin believe the air was hot and the dirt under your finger nails were a gritty concrete muck.

Their brains still knew the truth though, so they arrived in line every morning. They separated themselves into lines subconsciously, the newbies confused and nervous in their shiny neo fabric clothes, faux plastics and metals gleaming untouched by wear. They stood in contrast to his old boys, the addicts to the cloner, Tim’s regulars.

There were maybe ten regulars, the number meaningless once the day began. Their faces changed, shifted and warped break after break. This day they were even further shifted from their typical set, a three day weekend leaving them desperate for a day of work, desperate to get another fix. Tim enjoyed seeing it, knowing he had them hooked.

They dressed in the clothes he’d left them in, now baggy or tight on their frames. A pair of boots he’d decided to trash this last weekend, the t-shirt and jeans they’d sweated to ruin and boxers likely disgusting with all that contained musk. Some of them wore different shit, the ones who probably cherished every set of clothing he sent them home with, as if they weren’t crap he’d found second hand in the few honest stores that were left in this dystopia.

Tim was in a new pair of boots, freshly bought and ready to break in, and the men drank them in with familiar envy. They travelled up his body, worshipping the jeans he’d shrugged on and the long sleeve curving over his reliable muscle.

Tim was addicted to this audience and happy to provide, knowing every one of those adoring minds would be purged for a blissful week, someone much more deserving of existence would inhabit their pathetic frames.

He’d flick on the cloner and the first of his gaunt regulars would push himself in, slamming the aluminum door with the typical desperation. They hated being themselves and Tim thought they were right to. Half wished he could fix them all up permanently, hell he probably could. He got of on that desperation though.

It was only a moment of steam and the door opened, a familiar face staring back at Tim with a slick smile. The expression he’d had on just minutes ago when he’d updated his template now plastered on this perfect figure, the junkie neurons restricted in a much better form. Tim and his new twin would look each other up and down and chuckle. “We’re fine motherfuckers aren’t we” Tim would say, “Damn right”, the other Tim would respond.

He’d leave that Tim to operate the machine as he watched, enjoying seeing the people homogenize into him. More and more faces of smug enjoyment drowning out the previous human shaped messes, an identical crowd that Tim would get lost in. Handsome mugs shoving the newbies into the machines, not bothering to listen to the fanciest second guess this shit. They’d learn to need it, just like they should. Being Tim was a damn privilege, and they all knew it.

Hell once there was enough of him crowding this place, it was hard to remember who was the original. Each of them had enough room in their memory to doubt their status and it was intentional, made them work better and form a better crew as they collectively narcissistically thought they were the og Tim. Each trying to outcompete each other, reveling in the potential of being truly Tim.

With a cloner’s effect lasting a good work week, they’d go home together and continue the competition there. 15-20 Tims fitting themselves into Tim’s pickup, sweaty bodies against each other practically crushed on the way to his fine handmade home. They’d built it when he’d had 7 Tim’s worth of suckers and it was a beaut, full of real wood and with a barrack styled bedroom to fit 50 of him, maybe even a hundred. He had an eye for ambition, every Tim fantasizing about the dream of even more as they scrubbed each other down in his locker room of a bathroom. Countless identical cocks, half-chub as they happily stroked each other, escalating to a few sloppy fucks every now and then.

They’d make dinner, enjoying steaks and home brewed beers as whatever passed for football played in the bathroom, essentially white noise for the men as they traded brotherly remarks between each other, chugging the ale down as they crowded a old kitchen table, warm freshly showered arms pushed against each other. They preferred to be shirtless at home, often just clothless. All to show what they’d earned of course, relaxed muscle compacted from head to toe by hard work even despite their age. It made the clean up when they got to boisterous easier too, less laundry necessary for any clothes caught in the crossfire of beer and cum that their dinners would eventually lead too.

It was a working man’s paradise of a life, existing in a desert of integrity. Each Tim was settled down for the night after regriming themselves with a fresh load of body fluids and pick a bunk, nestle between their favorite counterparts for the night and thank the cybernetic gods that they were of the lucky few who got to experience heaven. They’d shove an arm around a twin and look at the man with greedy malice as they imagined his face when his body began to change back into a fucking loser, every worthy quality of them drained out as they became wretches again. The same greedy smile would be placed on his twin’s sleepy face and Tim would be half in the mind to fuck the guy again just to prove a point, how obvious that he was just borrowing being Tim.

They’d all fall asleep with something sideways of camaraderie in their heart, self-love and vanity combined in the form of their classic masculinity before waking up the next day to start it again. A Tim would come out on top by Friday and he would be the original, each of them knowing in their heart that they’d get to tell all the quickly degenerating fakes to go back to their articial techie houses before their refresher the next week.

It was a fine system, Tim thought. He was sure many more would come to appreciate it.

[lake-cosay]

Jesslake Demigod/PJO AU

hi so. finally making a real post about this.

i apparently made this au like 2 years ago but the pjo brainrot came back and i've been hyperfixating on this au again. while it does also feature my OCs this post is about the jesslake au

for clarity, this au takes place in the world of the Percy Jackson books, and assumes the canon story of the books is finished. it takes place in about 2020 (pjo canon is currently around 2011 ish). You don't need to have read the books to understand the au (I haven't) but. some knowledge of the universe will definitely help

most of my notes about the au are in the images, but here's a rough timeline of the major events: (it's long)

Jesse is born in 2005. he is raised by his mom and his mortal/adoptive father, whom he knows isn't his bio dad but treats him like it anyways. he doesn't know he's a demigod or who his bio dad is

Lake and Tulip are born in 2006. they both struggle as babies, but Lake much more so; they nearly die. Hephaestus, their father, dips Lake in the River Styx, giving them the Curse of Achilles, though theirs works a little different (more details on that later/in another post)

Hephaestus sends Lake to Camp Half-Blood to be raised there. (Chiron serves as a father figure to Lake, and they actually get along pretty well.) Tulip never finds out she has a twin until she arrives at camp.

Lake lives at CHB their whole life growing up. Sometime around the age of 8-10ish, they encounter the flecs for the first time. In this au, they were people but were cursed to become monsters, and still hunt Lake relentlessly. Lake has a pretty gnarly scar from their first encounter.

When she's 13, Tulip finds out she's a halfblood and is brought to camp (have not figured out how/by who yet, open to ideas). One-one is an automaton her dad built for her, not sure about Atticus.

When they're 13, Lake decides they want to see the world. They leave camp mostly on a whim, but take enough time to pack a bag and leave a note for Chiron asking him not to try and find them. Chiron somehow (through the Oracle, and Apollo kid, idk) divines that Lake will bring another half-blood to camp safely, and he trusts Lake, so he doesn't try to find them.

Lake wanders on foot for about a month, heading southwest. Eventually, they end up in Arizona, where they meet and slowly become friends with Jesse. Jesse's parents are glad he's spending time with someone who's not his other friends, and they let Lake hang out at their house a lot. They (of course) know Jesse's a demigod, and start to suspect Lake might be too. (Lake also starts suspecting about Jesse)

The "man test" (or something very similar) happens after Jesse meets Lake, and Lake is there to witness it. However, Jesse's friends turn out to be monsters (were they monsters the whole time or did other monsters impersonate his friends? i don't know. lol) and Jesse and Lake have to go rescue Nate (from the underworld? from a monster's lair? somewhere else? again, i don't know)

After that quest, Jesse properly arrives at camp, and him and Lake become very close.

There's a small arc with Lake that I'm not sure where it fits, but here's works: the harrasment and attacks from the flecs are getting worse, and somehow during an attack Lake manages to kill them (Lake never wanted to kill them before because they used to be people, and somehow they know they won't come back like other monsters, so killing them is genuinely killing them). Lake still has to grapple with the fact that they were people and they killed them, but also that it was in self defense.

There's another more significant arc for Lake involving Hephaestus. Probably happens 2 ish years after they meet Jesse. Hephaestus... doesn't like Lake. It seems like he always wants Lake to prove themself to him, but Lake refuses. So instead, he forces them, by setting a trap. Lake nearly dies in his trap (a web of hot metal wires that tie them up like they're in a spider web, covering them in deep burns; it makes sense given Hephaestus' other myths I promise), thankfully, Lake is rescued by Tulip and Jesse. However, the whole thing is definitely traumatizing, and really solidifies in Lake that their dad is a fucking asshole. (me and @jesse-cosay wrote a fic of this, we're most likely going to post it soon!) (also, that scars from this are in the drawing, but they don't look as Bad as I want them too, I was struggling with making them look Bad enough)

Lake and Jesse have become friends with my OCs (Rain, child of Hypnos, and Kona, daughter of. Apollo. sort of. not quite. it's complicated. also Kona is Jesse's cousin!) over the past 2 years or so, and when one of them (Rain) ends up in the Underworld, they both go with the other (Kona) to help rescue them (I can definitely elaborate on that if people are interested, but it's very self indulgent lol)

okay, here's some random little things about this au:

Annabeth no longer has the most beads, Lake does. They have 13. Chiron made sure he collected the beads for them since they were brought to camp.

The other main characters are at camp too (mostly). Grace is the daughter of Aphrodite, Simon is the son of Ares, both have them have lived at camp since they were kids. Simon takes after Luke, thinking the gods should be taken down entirely.

Min is an Athena kid and Ryan is an Apollo kid

Alan Dracula is still basically the same. Chiron doesn't know how he can get into camp. Or if he's a monster. He just knows the deer helps protect campers, and that Lake loves him, so he leaves Alan be.

Lake used to have their own room (a repurposed guest room) in the Big House but now stays with Jesse in Cabin 3 (during the summer, the rest of the year they live with him in Arizona)

When Tulip arrived at camp people assumed she was a Demeter kid because of her name, quickly realized she definitely is not a Demeter kid

Lake has kicked Simon's ass in combat numerous times. It's very rare that Simon ever wins against them period. Simon hates Lake with a burning passion. He HATES that the tiny hephaestus kid can beat him up.

Jesse really doesn't like when people call Poseidon his dad, even if he knows it's true, because to him, his dad is Stephen Cosay, a mortal, who helped raise him and whom he loves.

with all that out there, please feel free to ask questions!!! i love this au so much and i would love to talk about it more. my ask box is open!!! or you can reply to this post. i'm going to reblog Yellow's art from this au and make sure it's tagged so you can find it. the tag is #it pjo au

[daetko]

mutual headcanons . . .

talia note ; you guys … i wrote this at 4am so this is 100% half yapping but my mutuals on twt did this for me and i was like. omg . tumblr oomfs ur next. also math is kicking my ass so im bringing up multiplication hcs for everyone

@miyamoratsumuu — top of the class & class pres/have some major rule in school. you probably have a really cute smile like the one where ur lips don’t shut fully there’s like space that shows ur teeth a lil & i hc u have chest length hair too ,, you REALLY love youtube video essays probably, lego enjoyer & u 101% like/d kpop, i can see u liking nct and cravity so vividly,,, you also carry chapstick around with you everywhere though you don’t need it but u always end up finishing it somerhow. you’re OKAY at multiplication like you’re not the best but 100% not the worst. Biochem have to be ur favorite subjects (after art) i refuse to believe otherwise. u LOVE white shirts, u dress so nice and have those shirts w the little girl drawings on them, u also are somehow SOMEHOW the type of kid to fake cough infront of a smoking stranger to make them feel bad. squint & you’ll see the vision i’m implying n you 100% have perspective glasses ur supposed to wear but u never wear them, & lastly you have a tiktok account with you lip syncing

@rueclfer — ouhhhh rue i hc ur such a smartass at school like no one expects it but u get SUCH GREAT grades holy shit also ur a SMOKER. Oomf smokes (possibly weed and very rarely cigs) smoker. or u own atleast two dispos trust i know. also you really liked the tooth fairy as a kid and somehow she disappointed you and that’s where ur villain arc started . Atleast 3 dead pet fishes. u also really like zootopia. also probably tried getting into kpop at some point and failed miserably… you are willing to defend cheese sandwiches with your life too. human multiplication machine somehow, or really bad at it. you owe atleast 2 pairs of jorts & those baggy brown/black colored overly comfy oversized jackets that have these little doodles / stars on them & wire headphones, atleast 2 ear piercings and a septum , your screen time is 50% pinterest or twittwe

@loveriotss — lighting mcqueen defender ( i think u probably wanted the car bed / had it at some point) & car enjoyer … you’d love f1 . you watch sam and colby religiously (same) and u LOVEEEE old katy perry songs. u had a marshmallow / selena gomez phase in middle school & you used to have braces in elementary/middle school. you’re either ginger or a really light brown haired person, if u say black or dark brown i will actually be surprised. your aura color is 100% green with a hint of purple (i don’t know much about this but u just give that vibe) you play sims 4 too and really REALLY enjoy lasagna & multiplication (though you’re not the best at it). you’re also like REALLY scared of sneaking your phone in to school (let’s say it’s not allowed) and you were brave enough to do that for once and boom it’s like a cr4ck addiction you can’t stop bringing it to school w u until one day u get caught and they call your mum to school ,,, also u either violate the dress code or dress modestly no inbetween— and did i mention u have SO MANY racer jackets holy shit even if it’s those basic bershka ones

@poetlus / @lunatiqez — mina ashido and bokuto kotaro if they had a fusion of both of their personalities. oomf you LOVE LOOOVEE dresses so much like i wouldn’t be surprised if that’s half ur closet & u also have a bookshelf in your room probably with so many books you haven’t touched since u bought. probably got a scooter for christmas at some point. one of your many pillows on your bed probably has a floral print & your room is BIG LIKE HUGE there’s so much space left despite your huge ass closet. u probably own merch of stuff you USED to like and don’t anymore ,, you also enjoy ramen from restaurants like no tomorrow & you stick ur tongue out at every minor inconvenience (twin ). you also cannot do multiplication, you really hate math but you like to write in the notebook. you’re BLONDE. that’s BLONDE OOMF. or atleast light brunette. you’re like 5”4 too shit maybe 5”3 aswell.. you also LOVE raves and parties & u can fuck up cake like a n expert especially vanilla & red velvet cake . Rip liv you would’ve loved dress to impress

@sepptember — ok so first of all you LOVE shrimp. and i mean LOVE LOVE and you’re okay w other seafood. u also like to add thinly sliced carrot to ramen which is actually goated btw and you’d k1ll someone if a bowl of katsu curry was on the line,, your fav subject is PROBABLY science ,, perhaps geology? maybe? i feel like you have too many stuffed animals and you probably collect those glass drinks lids too, you had a monster energy drink phase & kinned hitoka yachi at some point. you update your letterboxed multiple times a week & you do NOT play about true crime podcasts. bro, please, im begging you to get out your room and see your family. also i think u have a rlly nice room … like it’s either rlly acubi-ish or brown green & some dark colors and veins hanging from the ceiling, both ways aesthetically pleasing to look at !!!! multiplication goat btw

ib this tweet

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Not Alone

Echo x Mechanic!Reader

A/N: Nervous laughter. Sobbing.

Warnings: 18+, making out, angst, sad, character death aftermath, secrets relationship, the boys being the best.

Prompts: 501st, Echo, Mechanic, Angst (unhappy ending), Secret relationship, Include the last text you sent. (If you can spot the text I’ll give you a gold star.)

Word Count: 2.7k+

Thanks to @techs-feral-wife for having a nosey for me and @wizardofrozz for rolling these.

“Osik!” You should have been wearing your gloves to protect from shocks and they would have prevented the slight burning you now felt at the tips of your fingers. “Have you tried restarting the network settings?” You asked the astromech. R2 let out a low whistle but he was interrupted by someone entering via the ramp at the back.

“Don’t let Rex hear you talk like that.” You smiled to yourself as you wound some wires together and then held them out for R2-D2 to solder together.

“Oh, yeah?” You challenged. “He wouldn’t approve?” The blue light finished sparking before your eyes and you pressed the wires carefully back into the body of the B1 droid you were reprogramming.

“No, he would not.” With a sigh you eased your helmet off and locked eyes with and RC Trooper. You took a moment to admire his physique, the way the pauldrons really accented the broadness of his shoulders, the flare the kama gave his hips and you felt your heart kick up at the intimidating sight. His gaze was as golden as pools of honey, streaked with brown and a faint dash of green that you enjoyed studying in the few moments of alone time you actually got.

“Do you approve?” You asked, your tone dropping slightly. The clone approached, his helmet resting easily under his arm, cocked against his side as he came to a stop right before you. You had no choice but to tilt your head right back, keeping your gaze magnetised to his, unable to move from your position straddling the back of the B1 droid you’d been working on. His free hand twitched and your gaze dropped to the blue hand print on his chest.

“R2, I think General Skywalker would like you to go over the plan one more time.” The droid beeped indignantly that you were suggesting he hadn’t memorised the plan for storming the Citadel but you didn’t have anything else in your verbal arsenal. “I know that,” you told the droid, keeping your tone breezy. “Maybe it was General Kenobi instead. You should probably find out then we can finish with these droids.” R2 made a rude noise as he wheeled away but you’d already forgotten about upsetting him.

Echo lifted his hand as soon the astromech was down the ramp, using his gloved thumb to trace your lips. Your breath hitched when his gaze went from affectionate to heated within seconds. His hand tentatively dipped to cup your chin, his fingers digging in and urging you to your feet. No sooner had you stood, he was pushing you backwards making you step over the droids and slamming you against the wall of the shuttle before his lips fell on you.

Your bodies pressed together, having no choice but to melt against his ARC armour as he crowded you against the wall. You heard the thud of his helmet, his hands coming up to grab your face as his lips ravished yours with a desperate message he was trying to silently convey.

He stole your breath. He created a dull roar in your ears as your heart thumped relentlessly behind your rips, beating with his as it raced under his armour. Echo kissed you like he was a drowning man and you were the only thing keeping him alive.

The pair of you had been in a secret relationship for a few months now, stealing kisses and whispers in the dark at every opportunity. You often wondered if Fives knew about what was going on, no doubt he wondered where Echo got to occasionally or why his Domino Twin was extra tired. You wondered, but you never asked and Echo never said.

Right now, you didn’t care. Your hands snaked up to run through the short, tough strands of his hair as his hand dropped, hooking under your thigh and hitching your leg as high as he could. You moaned into his mouth, licking as deeply as he did and feeding a moan into his mouth that he gifted back. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead heavily against you as he tried to relax his ragged breathing.

“I miss you,” he breathed, the words caressing your cheeks as you smiled at him. Studying the freckles on his face and stroking the faint stubble that was coming up on his cheeks.

“When you come back, maybe we can take some time?” You suggested hopefully. You felt his hesitation, seeing the frown that dipped between his brows and you made him look up and into your eyes. “I know you can’t promise anything, Echo. I know that, but it’s something we can try and hold onto.” Tears began to wet your lashes and he cupped your cheek, gently swiping his thumb under your eye to catch a stray tear that fell.

“I want to do that, with you,” he rumbled softly.

“I know,” you whispered, smiling sadly. You leaned towards him, brushing your nose against his, feeling the way he breathed against your skin. The ache inside your chest widened and you pressed a kiss to his waiting lips in the hope he could banish it from you. But no matter how much of each other you breathed in, nothing could stop the darkness that loomed.

You broke apart when his com went off and he dropped your leg with a sigh, finally stepping away to answer it.

Resting against the hull wall you huffed, rubbing your face and forcing yourself to carry this heaviness like it wasn’t crushing you. Usually you were fine before he left for a mission but this time, you just had a bad feeling that would not leave.

“We’ve all been summoned to the briefing room,” he informed you, the telltale pout pulling at his mouth and he looked at the floor like it had offended him.

“You have to go,” you whispered, using the heel of your hand to dab at your cheeks.

“Yes.” His gaze rose to meet with your watery one, all the emotions he was feeling clouding his features and it made your heart throb painfully.

The moment hung suspended between you. An awareness of how difficult this was for you both but neither of you could really talk about it. Without words you gravitated towards one another, colliding roughly in your urgency to feel each other again. Your hands now cupped his face, grabbing him and pulling him to your level for a desperate kiss as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His armour dug in through your overalls but you didn’t care. You wanted his touch imprinted over your body, you wanted his scent tattooed on your skin.

You couldn’t help the tears bleeding from your eyes, hating that your body was betraying you at this moment and it couldn’t have just waited. He took the time to wipe your cheeks, a soft smile on his face as he gazed lovingly at you. “I know we never said…” his voice fractured and you nearly broke on the spot.

“It’s ok,” you whispered. “I feel it too.” His honey rich gaze searched your own, sucking his bottom lip briefly between his teeth as he inhaled sharply.

“When I come back…I’ll say it.” You smiled, trying to ignore the more tears that filled your vision as your insides quivered with love and sadness.

“When you come back,” you repeated. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“I’m expecting you to, kair’ta.” You closed your eyes, feeling him slip silently away and suddenly your hands were empty. Your body was cold and he left you standing alone in the shuttle you had been tasked with maintaining for their mission. It took a moment before you could move again, hating the way the taste of him diminished and the scent of him faded. Lifting a shaky hand to your lips you stared at the empty hatch, wishing briefly he’d come back one more time.

A few angry beeps alerted you to R2’s return and you scoffed at his scolding. “I’m sorry R2, I must have got my wires crossed.” Picking up the panel you replaced it back on the droid and sealed it into place. “Shall we see if these boys work?”

Waiting was the worst part. Even walking the length of the flight deck and back wasn’t enough to stop the thoughts that crowded in your mind. Most of your team left you alone, they knew you cared for the clones and always worried about their safe return, they just didn’t know how far it went.

Forcing yourself to sit on a crate of spare parts you stared at the stars through the blue of the shield. You weren’t privy to any com chatter down here and honestly you weren’t sure if you wanted to listen anyway. It was probably radio silence from the Citadel or they risked detection anyway.

Oh gods…why was this so difficult? You felt the urge to pull on your hair, chew the skin on your side of fingers, every movement made your overalls rub and it aggravated you. They had been down there for hours, it felt like hours.

Oh Echo, Echo please come back to me. Folding into yourself, you covered your face and took a shaky breath.

The ship shuddered around you, the durasteel groaning and you looked up to see ships passing the dorsal doors. You instantly recognised them as Separatist. So they’d been discovered. Your mouth twisted grimly and you joined the group on the deck also watching, as it all unfolded before you.

There was nothing you could do. Nothing, except watch the sacrifices being made to try and extract the group from the hostile planet and leave with as much intact as they could.

No one spoke. Aside from the noises of the ship a silent sense of anticipation reigned on the flight deck, a tension where you readied yourselves before exploding into action when needed. Some medics had come down from the medbay and you clocked their bags of equipment at their feet. No gurneys though, that was a good sign.

Could you…could you dare to hope that this bad feeling you carried would be banished as soon as Echo got off that shuttle? You let yourself get swept up in the daydream of him coming towards you and hauling you into his embrace. Of course, it would never happen like that, but you could dream.

“Ships incoming!” You began to direct the team, requesting extinguishers and beckoning the med team closer but not too close. You looked around one last time to make sure there was room only to see a Larty guided by some Actis and an Aethersprite. No sign of your shuttle and you couldn’t ignore the jolt in your stomach. It meant something had gone wrong.

Upon seeing the ships were intact you let the medics in first, approaching the doors as they opened on the gunship. The first to disembark were the Jedi, you knew them by sight but that was all. And all your attention was on the clones anyway.

Fives was the first one you recognised, your heart jumping and you smiled, because if Fives was here Echo wouldn’t be far behind. You carried on looking. And looking. And looking.

Fives stood on the edge of the group, shaking off a medic and standing with his head bowed. Captain Rex approached him, his helmet tucked under his arm in much the same way Echo had held his earlier. You watched Rex put a hand on Fives pauldron, his expression marked with sorrow as he murmured to the ARC and you shook your head.

No. No…Echo had to be here. You must have just missed him in the crush. So you searched for the blue handprint, the wide shoulders, the flutter of his kama…you searched for it all and still you weren’t seeing him.

The Jedi moved away, ignoring the way General Skywalker’s gaze lingered on your frozen form as he walked past. You barely responded to questions from your team not able to think above the internal scream that was growing louder with each passing second.

Turning on your heel you disappeared into the darkness of the flight deck, hiding behind some crates as your hand clutched at your overalls. Pain radiated from the centre of your chest, leaching out into your body as you gasped desperately against the hurt. This wasn’t happening! He told you he was coming back! He said…he said.

You moaned softly, a noise of pure aching loss and you fell heavily to your knees. Tears spilled unchecked down your face and it hit you how alone you were. You couldn’t talk to anyone about this, you couldn’t show the depth of your grief because you shouldn’t be feeling it this keenly. You weren’t supposed to be in love with him.

And now Echo was…slamming your fists into the flight deck you pounded until the sides of your hands were numb. A scream threatening to rip from your chest like a living beast, pressure built behind your eyes and you could feel the grief clawing it’s way up your throat.

“Hey! Hey!” Echo! He sounded so much like Echo and right now, you were desperate for it. But it wasn’t Echo, you knew that. “You’ll break your hand.” Fives grabbed your wrists, kneeling before you, his own skin wet with tears as he pulled you up.

“Fives…” you breathed between sobs.

“I know. I know and I’m sorry.” He pulled you against him, holding you upright as you went limp in his embrace. Feeling his body shake with the pain that he felt as keenly as you. Your face contorted, still trying to hold it all in and failing. “I tried to stop him, I tried.” If Echo thought he was doing something right, not even the stars themselves could have stopped him.

“D-do you…” clearing your throat you tried to speak but the emotion that clogged your throat made it difficult. “Do you have a piece of his armour?” Fives pulled away, sitting back on his heels and putting his hands on your shoulders. Wiping your face you watched his face, already knowing the answer from the way he briefly closed his eyes as he contemplated on how to tell you. “There was nothing left?” You whispered. “Oh god.”

You shattered.

Not caring if you were heard as you mourned in the dark. Fives held you together as best he could while he fractured with his own pain. He had only learned about you in the last few hours. Echo made him promise to look after you if anything happened to him on their private com channel. And he had, he’d promised Echo without hesitation, thinking he was going to tease his brother so badly when they got back for having a secret relationship.

But now he had someone to hold together, to try and pick up the shattered pieces of your heart because Echo wasn’t here and he couldn’t help but blame himself. Tucking his face into your neck he closed his eyes and gave into his shuddering sobs.

Rex stood a little way away, making sure no one came near those crates. He refused to give details, turning everyone away until he saw Anakin approaching.

“Shouldn’t you be in the medbay, General?”

“Have you been checked?” Anakin bit back and Rex straightened his posture. He couldn’t deny the General if he ordered him away even if he wanted to with every fibre in his being. Rex’s eyes widened with surprise when Skywalker came to a stop beside him, standing to attention at his Captain’s side without a word and Rex relaxed.

Anakin gazed out at the lights of hyperspace and how they flickered through the flight deck. “Nice view,” he commented softly.

“Yes, sir. Good place to stand,” Rex agreed. His thoughts wandered back to Echo and he felt the stab of sorrow lance in his chest. He’d only just found about you, from the moment Fives followed you he knew. He had clocked Echo’s behaviour recently but kept it to himself incase he was mistaken. Now he was desolate that Echo had left you behind, but at least you weren’t alone.

You’d never be alone.

For Echo.

[candle-lamp]

Rereading SBG and writing what I notice: Episode 21-30:

- Logan tearing up while the phantom grabs Ashlyn

- phantom taking a knee to the face dang

- how heavy are the phantoms bc Aiden was able to fully lift one over himself, either they’re really light or he’s stronger than I thought

- if that phantom had better aim Logan would be very dead

- Tyler checking on Logan

- Ashlyn actually managed to calm Logan down

- Taylor catching Logan before he fell

- Taylor suggesting they experiment with the body

- the phantoms’ bodies being goop raises some interesting questions about what they actually are

- Taylor asking if Logan is okay

- when exposed to light, the phantom gained several eyes that look much more human than their normal ones

- who’s jacket is Logan wearing?

- everyone wanted to go to Savannah and never thought about transportation (average teenager thought process lol)

- Ashlyn is really short compared to the others, which makes sense for dance

- goofy phantom climbing barbed wire

- Taylor telling Ben it was a good idea

- wonder how much Aiden’s allowance is?

- Ashlyn used Aiden’s knife to cut her hair

- Aiden’s parents were gone for months????

- Tyler said he was wondering where Logan was

- Aiden calling Ben “bud”

- Taylor keeping a hand on Logan’s shoulder (she seems to do that a lot when comforting people)

- Tyler calling Aiden “psycho” and Ben “big guy”

- Mr. Thomas noticing Ashlyn’s shadow

- Ashlyn telling Aiden to let go of her hair or she’ll break his arm (I believe her)

- when Aiden tells them not to share Ben’s past, it’s the first time we see him get serious

- we learn the name of the kid who hurt Ben (Shane), I wonder if he’s gonna show up later in the comic?

- I totally forgot Ben’s house got attacked holy crap

- based on h the e timeline Aiden gives I think Ben’s been living with them for 2-3 years? might be wrong

- Aiden calls Ben “bud” again

- Ashlyn completely set aside her food

- Ben blushing when Taylor thanks him

- they live in Alto, Georgia

- those first nights in the shadow dimension must have been terrifying holy crap

- Aiden being so bored by the theories that he slams his head into the table

- Tyler was fully ready to smack him lol

- Aiden was the one to suggest showing Ashlyn's shadow, he was also the one to originally point out the shadow in Logan’s photo

- Logan and his scooter, the twins only have one bike with them, did one walk or did they squeeze on to it?

- Tyler "could you walk any slower?" Aiden "yeah"

- Ashlyn's parents try so hard I love them

- the twins, Logan, and Ben sitting on one couch and Ashlyn and Aiden on the other

- everyone (rightly) disgusted by Aiden’s chewing

- Ashlyn's parents get tense when they say Logan is being bullied, they were also worried that Aiden was bullying Ashlyn, was Ashlyn bullied before or do they just take bullying really seriously?

- Logan got screwed over when they were originally going to the graveyard, at least everyone else was in a group (the twins, and Ashlyn could easily join Aiden and Ben) maybe he lives close to the twins? bro is lucky to be alive

- Logan’s rifle is Ashlyn’s dad's

- most of the gang's weapons make sense but where did the flail come from? hello? screw character backstories I wanna learn about the flail

- first phantom in the human world is freaky as crap

- younger Ashlyn is so real

- Logan’s grandmother being much more suspicious of Ashlyn’s parents, I wonder how his grandparents reacted to learning he was being bullied (assuming they didn't know)

- month time skip for the training arc

- Ashlyn's mom fully bodying Ben is amazing, also Aiden clapping in the background

- Logan is often depicted with tears when panicked or relieved

- Logan silently dying when Ashlyn’s dad chokes him

- Ashlyn hears the dude spying on them

- Aiden buying everyone the matching suits for fun

[chestnutisland]

For some reason, I have always loved the alternate 17 and 18 from the future.

It's just something about their villainy which interests me. They're dangerous and they know their dangerous. Perhaps it stems from my interest in psychology - but they were really wired to hate humanity despite being humans themselves.

To me - I think Dr Gero was truly the blame because he MADE them into the monsters they were and they didn't know anything better.

So I wonder if perhaps in their time line (perhaps a little OOC) of the two meeting someone and to feel that sense of humanity again. Although then again, they would probably have to learn how to feel emotions as I doubt they would understand them in a positive manner.

I know that future krillin unfortunately met his end, but it fascinates of the possibility of him humanising 18 in some kind of way, that perhaps she felt attraction but wouldnt understand it due to her programming.

Therefore, krillin teaches her how to feel and perhaps her interest would be peaked in him anymore because it was something different she would feel in comparison to her usual carnage with 17.

Sorry for my rambling, not even sure if it makes sense...

Never apologize for rambling!!!

i love getting messages ^_^.

I see your standpoint, and yes, absolutely Gero is to blame for everything regarding the twins, whether it's the main or future timeline.

Future 17 and 18 are very intriguing and I like to see how much our main timeline twins differ from them, in a great way. Personally, I don't see their future counterparts as able to have a redemption arc, so to speak, if they hadn't been defeated by Trunks, and that's okay too. Their differences are what makes them interesting.

Thanks for your input♥

[elceetheporcupine]

Hellscarred 7

Previous - First - Next

A new commissioned page for the next arc in

The-Hellscarred's

story from before. This time guest starring Barbie Wire!

Start of Act 2

A week had passed since the events in the Wrath Ring Arena. Both Loona and Octavia managed to continue on with their lives, while deciding not to tell their fathers about their role in releasing Havok the Hellscarred, a powerful and dangerous arena fighter and champion. They knew if either Blitzo or Stolas found out, they would never hear the end of it, plus neither felt any desire to deal with the consequences of their actions.

As for Havok, there had been a few sightings since his escape, but no bounty hunter sent out to find him was ever heard from again, and no remains ever found either. But now, it seems the Hellscarred is hunting a new target: Barbie Wire, Blitzo's twin sister. After nearly escaping an attack by the enraged hellhound, Barbie Wire goes to the last place she would ever go: I.M.P. 

Despite the unfriendly reunion between the imp siblings, their moment is cut short when Havok bursts through the wall and ready to take down any who get in his path. Will the employees of I.M.P. survive this or be yet another body count to the million the Hellscarred has racked up? Find out!!

Art by me

Commission and Havok belong to:

The-Hellscarred

I.M.P. and Helluva Boss belong to Vivziepop

Posted using PostyBirb

[alex-rewrites-hellaverse]

Hey heard you're taking questions for helluva boss so I have a few if that's OK

So what do you plan on changing about the girls in this Fandom? Like are you gonna focus more on them, or treat them like actual main characters, what kind of relationship would Milly and Loona have in your rewrite

Ohhh and barbie wire (I actually really liked her and was sad she wasn't in anything else so what stuff do you have in mind for her)

And of course, that bird that acts like he did nothing wrong (ops Who said that whhhhatttt nnooottt meee)

Thank you have a good day and if you ever want to do hazbin rewrite then totally let me know if have questions about that to have a great day!!!!!

(Totally pressed the wrong button so sorry I sent you a message first that's my bad 🤭 )

Ask as many as you want, I also have a Hazbin rewrite going, I'm open to questions about that too!!

Yes, I'll be focusing more on Loona, Millie, and the women of the show as a whole. With Loona I'm trying to make her a sort of foil to Blitz, but still giving her her own arc of trusting people again.

With Millie I'm not settled on what to do with her yet, but a couple ideas I have so far is that she'll want to stand out despite being the most common imp (A Wrath imp from a farming town as the middle child of a hick family who likes fighting and killing) which will set up her insecurities more properly.

With Barbie Wire I'm planning to make her a bigger deal, possibly making her story related to Verosika's as well, but either way I'm planning to have her work for Ausmodeus, either as or in the same vane as the succubi/incubi do. That's why she has an Ausmodian crystal, and she's going to be just as important as Fizzarolli will be when I get to him. (Why give Blitz a twin then act like she never existed but his ex-best friend/childhood crush gets so much spot lighting??? why???)

With Stolas (who I assume is the one you're talking about) he's very different. Number one, he isn't going to be coercing anyone into sex, and number two, will accept that he has flaws over the course of the story, though at the start will act like he has none. He actually cares about Octavia, and to a degree does care about Stella but his relationship to her has corroded, thanks to both of them not doing anything to actually fix it, at this point all they can agree on is how to treat Octavia.

[audio-luddite]

Phonograph pick ups.

Also known as cartridges.

As I am into vinyl these are an essential component. And even though small they can be extremely expensive, or not. There are many cartridges in the 5 figure range. If you buy into the idea that more expensive always means better then job done.

But that is not really the case at all.

If you have read this thing going back you will have noticed I generally slag moving coil cartridges. I do that as they are usually the most expensive and require special equipment to work. Extra complication and more things between you and the tiny wiggles.

Prepare for more detail in this discussion, but in my conclusion I will say just use moving magnet or moving iron type and be happy.

There are three basic types of pickup. Moving Coil (MC), Moving Magnets (MM), and Moving Iron (MI). The last may need a bit of explaining. MIs work by having fixed coils of wire around a magnetic armature with a strong magnet nearby. A small piece of Iron wiggles within the magnetic field and the coils pick that up with an electrical current. The moving part is small, but the coils and magnets can be big.

The MC tribe is always bragging that the tiny coils mean the moving parts are small and light and that means they respond to higher frequencies. Straight up myth.

This is a micro-photograph of a small moving coil assembly beside a smaller SoundSmith moving iron equivalent. Which do you think is lighter?

MCs are not superior for lightness and therefore have no special excellence at high frequencies. They have different impedance requirements which means the device you use to amplify the tiny signals must be adjusted to suit them. That means small impedance matching transformers and / or different loading to the phono preamp input, and often special additional gain stages. It aint simple.

A moving magnet like the twin V bits in Audio Technicas is probably about the same mass as the MC in the above picture. MMs and MIs do not require extra devices or special handling to work with standard phono preamps. Simpler.

There was a time when the high end manufacturers expected a user to use the "best" stuff with their preamps and therefore tailored the phono inputs to suit MC pickups. My ARC Sp14 came from the factory with 600 pF input impedance on the phono. Good for MCs and very bad for MI and MM types.

This Graph is from Hagerman Technology. Note the big peak at 9kHz with 500 pF. So my AT 7V would ring like mad with the factory load from ARC. Better use an MC, or do as I did and remove the 560 pF caps to make the impedance 40 pF at the box.

Audio Science review did a plot of an AT 7V properly loaded and it is remarkably linear.

Electrically MCs do not show this peaking behavior so under factory ARC loading of the era they would sound better. Conspiracy?

SoundSmith is high end, boutique and expensive and prides itself on being better than all moving coil types.

Audio Technica and Ortofon make both types as that is what the market demands. The prices are from reasonable, even cheap to how high is up?

Another maker is Grado Labs who exclusively make moving iron pickups and have for many decades. They make cheaper stuff and high end types. They had the original US patent on the moving coil type but considered them poor performers.

Dr Floyd Toole did double blind studies (PhDs do that kind of thing) that demonstrated the different voices of various pickups (including MCs) was due to simple frequency response which could be equalized out.

The evidence is that moving coils have no objective superiority to other types.

Recently some golden ears have played in the cheap seats with low end pickups and found them pretty good. That surprised and almost upset them. The AT VM95E was mentioned ($69usd).

In my experience low cost like $100 bucks and under do not sound quite as good. My two most expensive cartridges are about $300 usd current market. One is MM the other MI. They are excellent. Oh and one is rated to respond to 43 kHz linearly. Take that high frequency braggers.

That all said there is plenty to hunt for in the non-moving coil world. If you want to spend $15000 Grado will appreciate the business. Sound Smith will sell you a Hyperion for $10k USD. Or just be happy with $300 ish and still hear lips parting. I mean, how much do you need to dig down?

[margindoodles2407]

Of Hands and Heartbreak (Tumblr Version)

@seeking-elsewhither

Summary:

When we couldn't sleep for all the heat, soft talk began to harden Miss your small hands in the palm of mine, the fact they're good at making Miss you sitting up incessantly and the fact you're always waking in the night -Keaton Henson, "Small Hands"

Insomnia can make philosophers of us all, and ten-twenty year old ARC Captains are no exception.

It’s late. Or it’s early. The man in the dusty, bloodstained armor can’t tell. It’s dark, that’s what matters, and he can’t sleep. It’s too hot for that. 

Doesn’t stop his comrades, though. He’s glad; they’re all strewn about the camp, collapsing into the shoulders of their brothers or passed out where they were sitting for the feeble excuse of a meal the Grand Army affords to give them, half-eaten rations still resting in their limp grips. Good. War’s an exhausting business, and rest is a luxury few soldiers can afford, and these boys are too young to have to worry about things like that. Newest recruits are barely nine-eighteen.

(Not that he should be talking. He’s not much older.)

The General sleeps a few feet away; he fell asleep talking to the crimson-haired general of the other battalion and is currently using his shoulder as a pillow. Looks a little absurd, considering he stands a full head and shoulders above his brother-in-arms. The man smiles, a faint, fond smile. Absurd, he may be, but the plain and simple fact is his General’s a good man.

And he’s trained a good apprentice. A little girl, curled up next to the armored Captain, tucked under his arm and squishing herself into his side. All of fourteen standard years, wide-eyed, quick to flash a toothy smile and quicker to double over in bubbly, fanged giggles. For now, though, she’s sound asleep and snoring softly, which makes him chuckle, just a little bit. She’d be mortified if she knew.

But the chuckles subside, as they always do, and after a moment (a few seconds? an hour? but what is time to a soldier) he catches himself staring into the fire again. He isn’t a man much given to introspection; he never has been, and not many of his brothers are either. Wasn’t something their minders seemed to consider important enough to teach them.(Probably cause they weren’t meant to think for themselves, not really. Of course, that never had stopped any of them.) But he sometimes catches himself thinking about things probably more suited to Jedi philosophy than a Captain’s insomniac musings. 

Tonight, his thoughts stray to features, and what information they give away.

Hands, for instance.

His hands have seen too much war. Large, calloused, rough and chapped. Littered with scars and blisters, nails uncut and ragged and grimy, dirt in his pores and always, always , haunted with the ghostly sensation of being drenched in blood that will never wash off. Not the blood of the enemy- thank Force he fights droids, lifeless beings of wire and durasteel, and not other living beings… usually. No. The blood of the brothers he couldn’t save, of the fresh-faced boys straight out of Tipoca City, bright-eyed and full of the naive bravado of “I’m Gonna Be A Hero”- boys that might not even necessarily be dead , but who shed their blood on the battlefield nonetheless, and with it, their innocence.

He’s jolted out of his thoughts by a particularly loud snore, and it brings his mind to the hands of the little girl. Hers are the opposite of his in every way imaginable; small, soft, and gentle. The hands of a healer, not a soldier.

Jedi were not made for warfare. Their hands were made to help, not to harm; if they hold weapons at all, they fight to defend and not to kill. Hers are no different, and though they wield her twin sabers with ferocious dexterity, he’s always been of the mind that they’re far better at complicated secret handshakes with the General, at playing cards with his brothers, at helping Kix give meds to the injured. 

At holding the war-hardened hands of the dying. 

But it’s too late (or is it too early?) to think about that kind of thing. In fact, as the last embers of the fire begin to fade, his head finally starts to nod (thank Force). Not very comfortable to sleep sitting up, though, so he shifts, just a little bit, as carefully as possible so as to not wake his friend. He mostly succeeds.

But she stirs, just a little, and she mumbles something he can’t really make out, and as his eyelids finally flutter shut, her arm shifts, and her soft child’s fingers interlock with his battle-hardened ones.

And the two of them- the Captain and the little girl- drift off to sleep, hand in hand.

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Shows I've Seen Every Episode

Alice in Borderland

Arcane: League of Legends

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Banshee

Big Little Lies

Black Mirror

Breaking Bad

Chappelle Show

Cobra Kai

Cyberpunk: Edgerunner

Dark

Deadwood

Dexter

Dragon Ball Z (Kai, Super)

Family Guy

Fargo

Friends

Futurama

Game of Thrones

Hawkeye

Heroes

Homeland

House of the Dragon

How to get away with Murder

Hunter X Hunter

Invincible

Jett

Loki

Lost

Lovecraft Country

Mad Men

Moon Knight

Mr. Robot

Ms. Marvel

Narcos

Naruto

Only Murders in the Building

Ozark

Oz

Poker Face

Prison Break

Ray Donovan

Reacher

Rick & Morty

She Hulk

Smash

Sons of Anarcy

South Park

Stranger Things

Sword Art Online

The Boondocks

The boys

The Duece

The Falcon and Winter Solider

The Last of Us

The Sopronos

The Wire

The Witcher

True Blood

True Detective

Wandavision

Warrior

Watchmen

Wednesday

You

Shows I Never Seen Any Episode Of

American Gods

American Horror Story

Atlanta

Barry

Berserk

Billions

Black Clover

Black Sails

Boardwalk Empire

Brooklyn Nine Nine

Castlevania

Chernobyl

Community

Doctor Who

Dr. Stone

Euphoria

Firefly

Ironfist

Kingdom

Luke Cage

My Dress up Darling

Naruto: Shippuden

Outlander

Parks & Recreaction

Peacemaker

Rome

Sense8

Severance

Smallville

Star Wars (Any of them... The Clone Wars, Bad Batch, The Book of Bobafett, Visions, Andor, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Tales of the Jedi etc.)

Steins Gate

Succession

Superstore

Supernatural

Ted Lasso

The Defenders

The Fear of the Walking Dead

The Last Kingdom

The Legend of Korra

The Owl House

The Punisher

The Sandman

The White Lotus

Vikings

Vinland Saga

What we do in the Shadows

Yellowstone

Shows I've Started But Haven't Finished (Last episode I seen in parentheses)

Assassination Classroom (episode 4)

Attack on Titan (Season 2 Episode 12 "Scream")

Battlestar Galactica (Episode 11)

Beef (Epsiode 4)

Better Call Saul (I dont remember but I believe I seen most of Season 1)

Bleach (Never seen but I read the Manga, even that Alphabet war arc)

Chainsaw Man (Episode 2)

Deathnote (About 3 episodes)

Demon Slayer (Episode 7)

Daredevil (I think I saw 1 or 2 episodes but dont remember)

Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood (Episode 14 or 15)

Gravity Falls (Episode 1)

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia (seen 3 or 4 episodes here and there)

Jessica Jones (Season 1)

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (Season 1, Episode 5)

Jujutsu Kaisen (Only 1 epsiode)

Money Heist (Season 3)

My Hero Academia (About 33 episodes)

One Piece (I read the Manga to Wano, so in episode terms I'm probably around episode 960)

Orphan Black (2 Seasons)

Peaky Blinders (Season 1)

Power (Season 1)

Ranking of Kings (6 episodes)

Rings of Power (Episode 2)

Snowfall (Season 1)

Solar Opposites (One episode)

Spy x Family (Episode 9)

Swarm (Episode 4)

The 100 (Season 1)

The Leftovers (Season 1)

The Legend of Vox Machina (Episode 3)

The Office (Season 2 Episode 6 "The Fight")

The Orville (Season 1, Episode 3)

The Umbrella Academy (Season 1, Episode 2)

The Walking Dead (For the tv show, somewhere in Season 6, I never met Neagan. But I have read the comics)

Titans (Season 3, Episode 2)

Twin Peaks (Episode 1)

Westworld (Season one)

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5. Currently reading: I finished two books in as many weeks recently which is downright speedy for me but being a less-than-enthusiastic reader I don't feel like jumping into another book right now. also I do still have multiple books that I have been in the middle of for months and months that I keep picking at because technically I do want to finish them but the act of reading is so ughghghghghhghhhhhh 💀 (tbf one of those books is A Little Life which is. a rough read, to put it simply. so I'm not exactly tryna plow through that at top speed yknow)

oh, wait! I'm also reading comics, which I do read at a more reliable speed -- currently in the middle of a Loki arc reread and also a reread of History of the Marvel Universe (2019) because I just love it

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7. Currently consuming: nothing, I just ate. the rest of this tea, I guess

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