#Twin wire arc

[imcmetallizing]

Twin Wire Arc Spray Equipment

Thermal spray equipment

A twin wire arc spray equipment is thermal spray equipment that is used to form a metallic coating on a substrate. Two wires of coating materials are taken together in the gun meant for this process to liquefy and spray as a coating mold.

The gun is designed for the process

In the twin wire arc spray equipment, two metallic wires are positioned in the distinct space meant for their positions. A slight gap is maintained between the two wires. An electrical arc is then struck between the two wires, which dissolves the tips of both wires and forms a spray plume.

Advantage of twin arc coating

Twin wire arc spray is widely used in the coating processes where a thick and dense coating is necessary. This spraying system works fast that is advantageous for large coating surfaces.

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[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

[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: ...

[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

[piratekane]

7! Ava telling Bea that🫠🫠

seven: look at me. just breathe.

Ava looks small. She always has, despite feeling larger than life. But in a wide hospital bed with wires running from her body to the various beeping machines, she looks smaller than she did before she slipped through the Arc.

Before you sent her through it.

Beatrice stands at the edge of the doorway, wringing her hands as Jillian flutters around Ava with purposeful hands. Ava looks tired, but impossibly cheerful as Jillian puts another electrode pad on her exposed skin. She keeps stealing glances at the doorway, keeps ducking her head to meet Beatrice’s eyes, and always frowning a little when Beatrice gives nothing away. 

She’s afraid to step forward, afraid to meet Ava’s eyes. What if this is a dream? What if she’s fallen asleep and woken up in a dream world where everything has magically fallen into place? Ava escaping Reya’s realm the moment Beatrice crosses the threshold of Cat’s Cradle? It’s too… perfect. It slots together too neatly. 

She can’t cross the threshold because she might wake up in a hotel room somewhere - Cinque Terre, Faro, Lisbon - and this has all been a trick of the mind, a quiet torturous place her mind has found.

“Beatrice?”

Jillian touches her arm gently, trying not to startle her. Beatrice holds onto herself, a sharp inhale the only thing that gives her surprise away. But either Jillian doesn’t hear or she’s too kind to bring attention to it. She simply gives Beatrice a kind smile and slight tilt of her head. A quiet, she’s asking for you.

Beatrice searches for the part of her that’s always stood tall in the face of adversity. It wasn’t always there, grown out of a necessity, but it activates now as she takes that first step into the room on feet that feel steadier than her heart does. The live wire edge in her chest fizzles a little when she sees the way Ava’s face lights up as she moves closer and her hesitation simply vanishes.

Ava smiles wider. “Hi.”

Hi feels too small. Hey feels too informal. I’ve been thinking of you every minute of every day for the last nine months and you’re a ghost haunting all of my waking moments and sleeping ones too and I think I’ve been waiting for you my whole life feels too big.

She settles for a quiet, “Hello.”

Ava’s nose wrinkles. “Hello,” she echoes, pitching her voice slightly deeper. A clumsy attempt at mimicking her accent. She blinks up at Beatrice expectantly. “Anything else?” she asks after a moment.

“You’re back.” Everything else she wants to say sticks in her throat.

“I am.” Ava tips her head curiously, keen eyes studying her. Beatrice wonders if she sees the new highlights in her hair, the added years Beatrice sees when she looks at herself in the mirror. “I mean, I wasn’t expecting a party, or anything. Maybe a banner or a cupcake. Though, I get that it was kind of an impromptu arrival and there wasn’t a lot of time to plan. I mean, it’s not like you guys have a ‘Welcome Back to Earth’ banner on hand, right?” She pauses again. “I was expecting more than hello, though.”

Restraint, Beatrice, her mother used to tell her. Show some restraint. When she spoke out of turn, became too excited - it was always whip-sharp eyes in her direction, reminding her to practice some self-discipline. Ava, on the other end of the long spectrum between what is expected and what isn’t, is the least restrained person Beatrice has ever met.

Beatrice, months separated from Ava’s influence, struggles to find a middle ground. 

“Seriously.” Ava laughs. She sounds nervous. “They didn’t, like, replace you with a pod person or anything, did they?” Her eyes widen. “Is this some kind of alternate reality where people are different? Are you really Beatrice? Or are you her evil twin? Is this world run by toads? I had a dream once where there was a toad king who demanded we all speak in ribbits. Or is it croaks? Hey, can you look up the sound toads make? I think I missed that science lesson.”

“Ava,” Beatrice breathes. Fond exasperation is easy to fall into.

Ava grins rakishly. “Ah, there she is.”

Beatrice opens her mouth to scold her, to tell Ava that she’s not as funny as she thinks she is, but she’s horrified when a single sob loosens from somewhere in the back of her throat and explodes into the space between them. 

They both look startled at the sound, but Ava recovers quicker than she does. She curses softly when she tries to move, wires tangling up around her wrists. She starts to try and move them out of her way, her legs swinging over the side of the bed as she starts to inch towards Beatrice. She looks up, forehead pulled together in frustration. “Hold- just hold on.”

Beatrice claps her hand down over her mouth, trying to stop the next horrible sound that comes out of it. She holds out her other hand, trying to tell Ava to stay back. No, no, no. This isn’t how this was supposed to go.

Ava curses again, louder and in Portuguese this time, as another wire comes undone and loops its way around her arm instead. “I swear to fucking God and all her shitty decisions that if this thing doesn’t- Ha!” She wiggles out of one wire, then a second. She smiles triumphantly at Beatrice but that wrinkle in her forehead hasn’t faded away.

Something starts beeping as Ava disconnects the next wire. There’s a moment where they both stand, suspended as they wait for Ava to suddenly collapse onto the floor, that one wire the only thing keeping her up. But nothing comes and Ava must decide that it’s the all-clear; she starts pulling at wires until they disconnect, creating a cacophony of noise that feels like a mis-paced symphony.

“Hold on, hold on,” Ava is muttering as she pulls the last wire free. She’s suddenly in front of Beatrice, hands out in front of her carefully. “Hey, Bea.”

Beatrice’s eyes dart around the room. It’s starting to narrow to a pinprick, the lights spinning around. Ava is the only thing staying still, her focal part as the rest of the room rushes in on her. Another sob starts to build in her throat but it gets stuck there, forming into a hard knot that makes it hard to swallow around.

Breathe, she tells herself. Just take a breath.

“Look at me. Just breathe,” Ava says quietly. She takes a hesitant step forward. “I think- Bea, I think you’re having a panic attack.”

Beatrice tries to shake her head. She tries, but she’s not sure that she does. Her body feels far away, like she’s swimming underwater from one end of an endless pool to the other. The beeping of the machines distorts into a heartbeat, but that might just be the blood rushing in her ears. She tries to inhale and chokes on that knot.

“Okay, just follow my voice.” Ava sounds closer, but Beatrice can’t quite say how close she is. The room is starting to stretch out like a funhouse mirror. “Bea, uh, okay. Okay. I’m going to touch you. I know, you might freak out. But I’m going to put my hands on your hands, okay? Just like… just like this.”

She feels something cool and soft land on the wrist of her outstretched arm. It becomes a focal point. She focuses all of her energy there, all of her remaining senses rush to the spot where Ava’s fingertips curl around her pulse point.

Ava makes a noise that sounds like a hum just under the hot whistle of air in Beatrice’s ears. “Good. Now the other hand.”

Another cool hand touches hers, pulling it away from her mouth. She lets her world dial down to just the feather-light touch of Ava’s hand tangling with hers, lets herself focus in on the soft pads of Ava’s fingers running over the silvery scars on her hands. Each brush against her knuckle breaks down the knot in her throat until she can take in a ragged breath, then another, then one more.

The world begins to expand again - light filtering back in, the beeping stretching out into its asynchronous rhythm, the slightly sterile smell of clean cotton on the hospital bed. She focuses all of her attention on Ava, though. On the soft soothing noises Ava is making, the heat coming off her body as she gets closer, the strange patterns Ava is rubbing into her wrist.

“Hey,” Ava says quietly in the spaces between the beeping. “Hey, there you are.”

“I’m sorry,” she croaks, graceless.

Ava’s eyes are wide, but kind as they come into focus. Beatrice could count the inches between them on two hands. “You don’t need to apologize. I don’t think either of us expected this.”

“I should have.” She inhales again, the exhale a little steadier. “I should have been expecting this.”

“Beatrice, I mean this in the nicest way.” Ava ducks her head just a little, meeting her gaze directly. “This is a compliment, okay? You are not perfect. You cannot anticipate everything. And you shouldn’t be expected to do that. So it’s okay, alright? It’s okay that you didn’t anticipate some scientific marvel spitting me back into reality. I think I can forgive you for that, hmm?”

“Okay,” she whispers, not believing it entirely. But Ava looks so convincing, she lets the idea sit and tries to believe it could be true. “I’m-”

“Don’t apologize,” Ava says quickly. “This is a no-sorry party. Apologies department is closed for… the rest of eternity. No need to leave a message.” She strokes her thumb against the back of Beatrice’s hand before her eyes widen in mock-surprise. “Maybe this is an alternate reality where I’m not funny anymore.”

“Your jokes were always mediocre at best,” she manages.

Ava grins. “She speaks. And she lies.” Ava’s expression softens and she pulls until Beatrice can count the inches on one hand now. They’re nearly nose to nose and Beatrice can see the thin skin over Ava’s collarbone, just a little more pronounced this close up. “You’re okay.”

Beatrice takes in a slow, measured breath. “You’re here,” she exhales.

“All 238 bones of me.” Ava’s mouth falls into a serious line. “I’m including teeth, of course.”

She can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from her unexpectedly. Get control of yourself, her mother’s voice hisses. But Ava is looking at her, pleased. It sends her mother to the back of her head, back behind Ava’s smile.

“You had your wisdom teeth removed,” she reminds Ava gently.

Ava’s mouth falls open slightly. “How did you-” Her eyes narrow, but she’s smiling. “No stone unturned for you people, hmm? I bet Sister Frances kept those teeth, too. You know, Diego and I always thought she had some kind of creepy collection of, like, teeth and hair. She seemed the type.” Her fingers start working over Bea’s hands and up towards her elbows as she carefully starts to guide them around her back.

“Ava,” Beatrice tries.

“I don’t know about you,” Ava says quietly. “I don’t know how long it’s been since-”

“Too long,” Beatrice breathes. Eight months, twenty-three days, and somewhere around three hours, she doesn’t say out loud.

“But it’s been even longer for me,” Ava finishes. “And, I’ll be honest, okay? I really missed Mother Superion and Camila and, yeah, okay, parts of Lilith. But you were the only thing that kept me going. So I’m going to hug you and you’re going to hug me and then I’m going to pass out, if that’s okay with you?”

Beatrice startles a little, their forehead nearly knocking as she grabs Ava tightly and holds her against her body. Ava seems to sigh into the hug, her forehead dropping into the curve of Beatrice’s neck, her hands gripping the back of Beatrice’s shirt tight enough to crease the carefully ironed fabric. She grows heavy nearly instantly and Beatrice almost sways under the sudden weight.

“I’m-”

“Shut up,” Ava murmurs. Beatrice feels the words more than she hears them. “Just, be quiet, okay? I’ve been imagining this for years.”

Years, she thinks. But she goes quiet again, pressing her lips to Ava’s hair. She breathes in something bleach-like, like the ozone burning. She carefully inches forward, Ava’s abandoned bed her destination. She can hear her heart beating against her rib cage, but Ava’s own heart seems to be answering in its own language.

She starts to loosen her grip on Ava, intending to convince her that she should lay back down, let Beatrice reattach all of the wires monitoring her vitals, let Beatrice go and find Jillian to make sure they didn’t mess everything up. But when she goes to loosen her grip, Ava hangs on.

“Don’t,” Ava whispers. “Don’t let go yet.”

Beatrice holds on tighter; doesn’t tell Ava she has no intention of ever letting go again.

[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♥

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[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

[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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8 Shows to Get to Know Me

The rules seem pretty simple, just to list 8 shows to get to know me. Some people have explanations and some don't so we'll see.

I was tagged by: @negrowhat, @farewellnverland, @wanderlust-in-my-soul, and I think @introvertedkeni. I’m sorry for putting this off, but I have watched so much stuff in my life. 

1. Star Trek: Deep Space 9

I’ve been watching Star Trek since I was seven days old with my dad, and Deep Space 9 remains my favorite series. I like how it makes the future feel like a real place that people live in. Unlike the other shows, we can’t just fly away from our problems. We have to live with them and with our differences. I admired Benjamin Sisko so much. I have a deep love for Nog, and he and Jake are one of my first ships. I regularly return to this Star Trek more than any of them, and it’s an easy way for me to mention Babylon 5, without which this show would not exist. This may be the black sheep of Star Trek, but it is the show that I think legitimizes Star Trek the most. 

2. Yu Yu Hakusho

I grew up in the heyday of Toonami, and I find myself returning to Yu Yu Hakusho even as an adult. It’s one of the rare shows I think is actually more enjoyable in its English dub. I just enjoy how different each arc feels, and the Dark Tournament is still one of the most compelling tournament arcs in anime history.

Also, Smile Bomb is still the best intro song ever used IMO.

3. Black Sails

I put this show just under the Wire in terms of how well I think it built on its own mythology over its runtime. The philosophical ideas at the core of this show are so potent, and it’s one of the few shows that isn’t necessarily about the queer experience in which the desires of queer people are the driving forces of the narrative. It’s amazing to think that this is a Treasure Island prequel blandly described as “Wet Game of Thrones,” but it’s one of the most compelling shows about anti-imperialism I’ve ever experienced. 

4. The Fosters

I started watching this show because I saw two lesbian civil servants raising all dem kids. In this show we have a black assistant principal and a white police officer who are raising the cop’s oldest son (a pianist), their adopted latinx twins Mariana and Jesus, and then they pick up Callie and Jude. Jude was queer, and I was thrilled to finally see a show about queer people raising a queer child. The actor who played Emmett on Queer as Folks (Peter Paige) was one of the showrunners. I think this show became a hot mess after season 1a, and instead started focusing on the kids way too much. However, I have an undying love for Stef and Lena, and the Jonnor pinky touch is still the best we’ve ever had. 

This show is objectively not that good, but this is one of the few shows during the time of the Clexa Incident and the Great Lesbian TV Purge that went through that unscathed. I also spent a great deal of time fighting off Brallie fans in the era; I do not miss that. We just didn’t have a lot of options at the time, and this show was a beacon of frank queer life that I desperately needed.

This is another show who I think has a perfectly selected intro. This show also is a case study in the shift from ABC Family to Freeform. 

5. Avatar: The Last Airbender

I was almost 15 when this started airing. It was my first time having to track a show down because of the erratic airing schedule. I think this show has one of the most satisfying arcs in all of TV history, and it is my default show to use when I talk about how to do a serialized story well. Avatar fans can refer to specific episodes so easily and quickly, and yet we can appreciate how each episode contributes to the global narrative. It really is a masterpiece.

6. What Did You Eat Yesterday?

As much as I have fun with BL, it’s really the queer shows that stick with me. A show about two gay men in their 40s trying to maintain a committed relationship despite their differences, and grounded around the meals they share together? This was always going to be one of my favorite shows of all time. I adore Shiro and Kenji, and I hope to have a partnership as good as theirs someday.

7. One Day At a Time

I’m a sucker for a good sitcom. I was excited about the revival of this classic and centered around a Cuban-American family in which the daughter comes out as a lesbian. Also, Rita Moreno is here. This is one of the Netflix cancellations I will never forgive. The finale of the second season is one of the most memorable cries I’ve ever had in television. I adore this cast so much. This is a show that is so much greater than the sum of its parts.

8. Moonlight Chicken

This is Aof at his best, and I don’t foresee anyone making anything that will replace this show for me. If I Told Sunset About You fixed the Love of Siam (2007) sized hole in my heart, Moonlight Chicken is the intergenerational queer family drama that I need as an adult. What we need as adults more than anything is a little bit of kindness and a great deal of compassion. Aof has so much care for all of his characters, his actors, his crew, and the viewers. This is one of the most gentle stories I’ve ever experienced about some extremely difficult topics. The intergenerational love flowing out of this show is so strong. I have been forever changed by this show. 

tagging: @shortpplfedup, @liyazaki, @flukenatouch, @kyr-kun-chan, @elnotwoods​, and anyone else who wants to participate.

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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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tagged by @ikuina-takashi. as usual if you see this consider yourself tagged

1. Three ships: well, let's see... Flying Dutchman, Edmund Fitzgerald,-- I mostly focus on OC/canon ships and selfships but I also think Walter Skinner should put Mulder and Scully on leashes, the Brothers Day and Dusk (Foundation) should make their weird insular thing even weirder (and add in the android lady too probably), and literally everyone on the SSV Normandy should fuck each other

2. First ever ship? I assume that was Mulder/Scully just... by default

3. Last song? We've Got a Score to Settle, The Dear Hunter

4. Last film? Deadgirl which I watched for the promise of necrophilia but it was just incel teenagers and the zombie girl they found in an asylum basement. so, like, necrophilia-adjacent? but also incel boys, so that killed the fun a bit. also the script was ass. Noah Segal is cute and nasty in it though

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

6. Currently watching: Stargate SG-1, Frasier, Carnivale, Person of Interest, The Wire, Riverdale, Foundation, Servant, From, and Twin Peaks

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

8. Currently craving: eh I'm good for now