#as an alto I can confirm this

[latinotiktok]

Propaganda:

Jojo's

-Todos los Jojos son latinos

-Los Jojo's. Porque son familia numerosa, tienen un desmadre, nadie tiene papá y así. Además hay un chorro de edits de los personajes en situaciones tercermundistas, busca Jotaro comiendo takis afuera del oxxo. Je

-Todos los Jojos pero en especial Jotaro que embarca en una aventura a través del mundo para salvar a su mamá, empieza algo macho pero luego se deconstruye (lo más hombre latino que puedes ser) (fuente: los ángeles me entregaron este mensaje)

-Joseph Joestar, hace lo que se le canta el ojete y vive en un cumpleañito, ama a su madre y cuernió a su mujer

-Paco Laburantes de Jojo's es argentino pq es insufrible, tiene papá alcohólico, se llama laburante y encima es chorro

-Jotaro Kujo is literally chicano

-Los jojos son un huevo, la mita no tiene padres. el pais no importa, caben en cualquiera pero si hay que elegir uno México por tequila joseph

-Joseph Joestar, conozco a varias personas que se comportan como el (ruidosos, creidos, quieren mucho a los abuelos, se quieren pelear con tipos que les sacan 50 kilos de músculo y ver cada culo que pueden), más cuando estan borrachos. Además, tequila Joseph Joseph Joestar, I know several people who behave like him (loud, arrogant, they love their grandparents a lot, they want to fight with guys who have 50 kilos of muscle on them and check out every ass they can), especially when they are drunk. Plus, tequila Joseph

-narancia ghirga from jojos bizarre adventure. just cuz

-DIO BRANDO de jjb

Guido Mista (jojo). Su suéter es celeste y blanco ARGENTINA CAMPEON DEL MUNDOO

-Narancia Ghirga porque él es mi causa, yo sé que su mamá al menos fue peruana, me lo dijo Araki

-Sheila E. de la novela de JoJo's Purple Haze Feedback tiene que ser latina si o si, y tengo evidencia; en primera su nombre viene de una mujer de descendencia latinoamericana, mas especifica mexicana, ademas que su nombre de nacimiento (Capezzuto) recuerda a los apellidos que llevamos varios latinos que tienen descendencia italiana. creció en el campo y en ocasiones se menciona que creció jugando en los ríos y afuera en la naturaleza, como buena latinoamericana 💪 también lleva ropa que (deliberadamente!) recuerda a diseños nativos Americanos, la novela es bastante bruta en cuanto culturas nativas pero Araki, que hizo el diseño de Sheila, lleva un entendimiento por lo menos estético de los pueblos nativo. es religiosa en una forma muy latina, no se como explicarlo pero hace sentido 💪💪 no puede pelear contra alguien que siente que hace mas bien que ella, y siente que su vida no vale mucho, entonces se la pasa tratando de sacrificarse por la gente que piensa vale mas que ella. paso un cuarto de su vida buscando a un tipo que mato a su hermana Clara, y se unio a un cartel para matarlo. cuando tenia 10 años. es bien perra nunca inperra, en la novela casi se agarra a piñas con 2 viejos distintos encima de todo eso, se la pasa sirviendo concha absoluta💅💅💅 tiene un sentido del olfato mega desarrollado, es tortillera y trava, tiene problemas mentales, y como todo latino al final se quizo agarrar a piñas con alguien y acabo echa pija. perdón mods de latinotiktok. tengo problemas y esta morra es 6 de ellos.

-un personaje de jojos recientemente introducido llamado Paco. En resumen es un tipo alto y musculoso que anda por la calle sin remera y con los ojos todos manchados con delineador. Es un forro y encima medio pelotudo pero en el fondo es buen tipo. Le encanta afanar cosas y es mejor amigo de un chico de quince años que lo ayuda a vender droga. Su superpoder es que puede agarrar cosas con la espalda. En mi humilde opinión este tipo es argentino porque su apellido es literalmente Laburantes y también porque es muy gracioso y lo amo.

-Dio brando as argentine. he's a rugbier and also in an alternative universe his name is confirmed to be a shortening of diego. i rest my case

-guido mista bc literally just look at him.

-Si puedo nominar dos veces, quiero añadir otra nominación para los JoJos. Criados por mamás solteras, con papás que solo se aparecen cuando ya están grandes para causar problemas. Tiene mucho énfasis en la música que es algo con lo que cualquier latino se identifica. La masculinidad tóxica abunda a veces pero la lección siempre es que ser campy le salva a uno la vida, lo cual es una lucha de todos los días acá en Latinoamérica.

Yo tambien vengo a nominar a los jojo. Siempre traen desmadre a donde sea que vayan y estoy segura que si alguna vez se hace reunión familiar, van a terminar en puras broncas por los terrenos/ofensas personales que ni al caso. Aparte se ven como que por cualquier cumple tiran cohetes 💁‍♀️

Todos los Jojos son Latines agreed pero creo que con los Pillar Men en cuenta deberían ser Mexicanos. Jotaro salió del Conalep y ustedes bien que lo saben

-bueno mira yo tengo un AU en mi cabeza de los jojos parte 5 que son italianos bueno en mi AU son argentinos descendientes te inmigrantes italianos-- *lo pisa un camion*

-Yukako Yamagishi de jojos recontra latina

-Dio Brando argentino súper argentino es inexplicable

Amatista

-Amatista de Steven Universe. Se que es alien pero se que en el fondo de mi corazon es latina! Fuente: pq si kp : )

-Amatista de Steven Universe, la escena de la torta debe ser suficiente, además qué según se inspiraron en moda chola (??) para su diseño, asi qué es 10/10 latina

-Amatista de Steven Universe, si una de las gemas debe ser latina es ella y pq me cae bien

-amatista de SU pq necesitan más mujeres en su lista, es fave y eso basta

[oopsarboreal]

Earlier today I learned that gears apparently has a daughter?? (Alison Chao/THE BLACK QUEEN-) So that sparked me wanting to see how the bots would react to me greeting them as their children. So here’s the results (AHHHH THE ANGST WITH GEARS- I love me my angst <333)

Aaaahhh! This is actually exactly how I test my bots, blanking the greeting, hitting them all with the same scenario, and seeing how they react differently

I wish I had space for Black Queen lore in Gears’ def but sadly I do not 😔 I can confirm Alto and Konny will recognize their kiddos, tho, as ya can see

[nothasideblog]

Problems of All Sizes

Cal comes down with a cold and tries to power through. ---

He hates to say it, but shoveling would be much easier without Kata's “help.” Every fifteen minutes or so, she shouts, “Wait!” and scrambles down to pluck out a bug or root, spilling dirt into the bottom of the hole.

She’s just trying to be helpful, he knows, and she is, in the long run. The likelihood of finding pyrite is pretty high on Koboh, and the plants she sees tend to be useful.

But Cal isn’t thinking about the long run. He’s thinking about the growing crick in his neck and ache in his–...he pauses thoughtfully and rolls out his wrists. 

Everywhere, he decides. He aches everywhere. He wants to be done with this. 

There was a problem with Pyloon’s electrical system. Cal woke up to the lights sporadically flickering and Greez swearing up and down. Cal quickly discovered that tinkering with the breaker box would not fix the problem. Hence, digging in the sand for wires. 

“Cal? Why’s your lightsaber blue?”

He also might want to be done with this because Kata has been asking a lot of questions lately. 

Usually, he can come up with something semi-intelligent to say. But, right now, he struggles to find any answer that satisfies her. He blames the heat getting to his head and the fact she gets sharper every day. 

 “That’s a good question. I don’t know. Why do you think it’s blue?”

She hums, turning over a sprout in her hand. “Is it because it’s your favorite color?”

He laughs a little, something catches, and he coughs once before saying, “I’ve honestly never really thought about it. I guess so.” He digs the shovel's tip under a stone and thinks of the glint of Merrin’s hair. Was silver a color? “Now that I’m thinking about it, maybe blue isn’t my favorite.”

“I didn’t think so. Red wasn’t Papa’s.” 

“I-hhheehh--HEt’SH!” Whether it’s a blessing or a curse, Cal sneezes, the shovel slips forward, and his head collides into the dirt wall. 

It’s all pretty embarrassing. Luckily, Kata reacts with grace–she holds her stomach and kicks her legs and she snorts-laughs so hard it has her choking for breath. 

Cal can’t help but let a little smile quirk at the corner of his mouth. He grabs her foot, shaking it with false venom, “Laugh it up. If I’m sick, guess who finishes the job?” 

She jerks her sandal from his grasp and stands up with a grin, “Merrin! I’ll go get her.”

“I meant you!” Cal calls after her, but she’s already around the corner. She’s faster than usual, and he swears he sees a hint of green. Merrin must be teaching her things. Good. That was good, right? 

Cal shifts his weight onto the shovel's step, and he meets the resistance of the wire’s rubber coating. He kneels to get to work, brushing away dirt with his hand to find the wire’s insulation cracked. He begins stripping away at it. 

A flash of green cracks to his right. He doesn’t need to look away from his work. He knows who it is, “Kata said you needed help,” Merrin’s alto voice rings out. 

“Well,” He starts taping over the newly restored wiring, “The hard part is over.”

“Do you want me to leave?” 

He turns to face her, “Of course, I don’t want you to–what?” He falters when her eyes flick up to his forehead and she smiles, not unsympathetic. 

He rubs at it with the back of his hand and it comes back with dirt. He can feel his ears turn pink. 

Merrin takes the shovel from his hand first and reaches down to help him out of the hole. Once he’s above ground again, she wordlessly begins finishing the task, pushing dirt back into place. Cal helps to the best of his ability, kicking it in with his foot. “Did she tell you how–…” “She told me how it happened, yes.” She shakes her head and uses her thumb to wipe the rest of the dirt off his face, ”What is wrong with you?”

Ears pinker still, he says, “Thanks. Nothing major. I, uh, think I might have picked up a bug.” 

She regards him carefully, eyebrows raised, “A parasite?”

“I think it’s-a-cold..!” As if confirming its presence, Cal pitches forward. This time, he covers it with the crook of his arm. “HAT’SHh’uH…ugh.” 

He feels a tug at the back of his neck and hears a tearing noise. Merrin pushes something into his hand—a piece of cloth. Bewildered, he sniffs, “Did you rip this off the back of my scarf? 

Merrin pinches the edge of what’s left of it behind him between two fingers. “Was it not more of a cape? Did you need it?”

“I guess not.” Cal huffs out a laugh and turns away to blow his nose. 

They walk back to Pyloon’s together. The doors slide open, and he’s relieved that half of the bar’s lights hold steady with a healthy hum. The other half remains disconnected and black. He’ll take it as a win. 

“Cal!” He turns to see Kata with a grin so wide he worries it’ll crack her face. “I helped make you something! Be right back!” He clears his throat to reply, but she’s already rushing towards the kitchen, weaving between customers. The regulars side-step her, used to her bursts of energy. 

Merrin slips into a booth, and Cal sits across from her. He swipes a few napkins from the dispenser and shoves them into his pocket. He pulls out three more and uses the first to swipe under his nose.

Merrin’s dark eyes watch him, and she smiles, amused, “You are like a Moog hoarding food for the winter.” 

“Well, at the rate I’m going, I won’t have much scarf left by the end of the night,” He huffs. 

“Excuse me!” Kata’s voice rings out around the corner. Cal pokes his head out of the booth to see her stepping heel-toe towards them, eyes glued to the giant steaming bowl of soup in her hands. It sloshes wildly from left to right. He morbidly thinks of how it’s a perfect representation of how his stomach feels watching the piping-hot liquid get dangerously close to her skin. 

He’s at her side instantly, lifting it from her grasp, “Is this for me?”

Kata follows him to the booth, crossing her arms, “Yeah but I had it!” She insists.  

“Sorry. Do you want it back?” he asks, though he’s already set it on the table and reclaimed his seat. 

Kata rolls her eyes, “It’s okay, I guess,” She scrambles up next to Merrin and sits on her knees.

Cal scoops up a heaping spoonful and sticks it in his mouth. It’s still steaming when he swallows it, but he can barely mind the burn when it’s wonderfully salty with something akin to dill. He chews on a bite of potato, “Did Greeze help you with this?”

Kata grins, “How did you know?”

Cal shrugs, “Because it’s delicious.” 

“Really?!” She plants her hands on the table to lean over to look into the bowl. Her eyes reflect the golden blobs floating in the broth. They look like stars. 

I saw the entire galaxy in her eyes. 

He feels a wave of nausea, but he pushes through and shoves the spoon back into his mouth. Under the table, Merrin taps his foot a little. He glances up and she gives him a questioning look. He smiles at her and hopes it’s reassuring.

“Tell us how you made it, child,” Merrin says, tucking a strand of hair behind Kata’s ear. 

“Greeze chopped the vegetables, but I added the spices,” Kata lights up, “They’re from the garden.”

Cal eats while she talks. The broth is rich and coats his throat, and the steam makes it easier to breathe. He should make sure Kata gets a bowl, one that hasn’t been contaminated with whatever head cold struck him this time. Unfortunately, his nose starts running before he can say anything. He ducks his face into another napkin, “Hih-HIt’SHuh!” 

“Sounds like you’re coming down with something nasty.” 

Cal sniffs, teary-eyed, as Greeze saddles up next to them and leans against Merrin’s side of the booth. “It’s not so bad. I ended up getting free soup out of the whole thing.” 

“You get a free bed along with it, too,” Greeze jerks his thumb towards Cal’s room, “Might as well make use of it.”

The thought is tempting. His head feels too heavy and too light simultaneously, “Thaahhnk-Hih!…” He catches himself, turning and blinking away the feeling. It leaves his nose buzzing. “Sorry, thank you. I’ll head down in a minute. I haven’t had a chance to catch up with Merrin.”

She shares a look with Kata, who grins and asks, “Who’s Berrid?” 

“Oh, ha ha,” Cal smiles, despite himself, “Our beloved Nightsister has nothing to say to that?”

“Don’t make fun of the ailing; it’s not honorable,” Merrin’s voice remains steady, but her eyes dance with laughter. “My day was fine, Cal.” 

He rests his cheek in his hand. She looks nice in this light. He wonders if everything looks different to her nocturnal eyesight. He sniffs and bites down a curse as his nose starts to itch again. “That’s good. You went book huh-hunting?” 

Her dark lips quirk into a smile, “I found an old text on magnets and galaxies. I left it on your bed.” Merrin had been exploring caves on Jeddah to help Cal link something–anything to figure out how to fix the compass. The design was so advanced, Cal struggled to even get the damn thing open. 

“HehH…!!”

But, reading books is a nice, non-physically exhausting activity, something to look forward to. He would be so lost without Merrin. He would be so dead without Merrin.

“RRt’SHHuh!” He buries his face into his napkin and tries to recover as casually as possible, but, “MPHHsshuh!!!” He blinks, dizzy. 

Merrin squeezes his forearm, “You should go take a look.”

“...Yeah, alright,” Cal lets his shoulders slump and he begins to get up, stiff. “Wait,” He squints, his focus hazing. He turns to Kata, “There’s enough soup left for you, right?”

Greeze laughs, “You don’t usually just make one bowl of soup, Cal, there’s a whole pot.” He seems a little disturbed, but that’s nothing new. Greeze is routinely unsettled by a lot of things Cal says these days. The thought makes him ache. 

A flash of green and a cool hand on his forehead diverges him from his thoughts. He’s having trouble holding onto those today–thoughts. But Merrin is taking his arm, so he’s fine with whatever happens next. 

“Goodnight Cal!” Kata calls after him.

They turn the corner and he slurs, “S’the middle of the day.” 

Merrin pushes his hair back. He fights a shiver creeping up his shoulders, and she whispers, “On’sila,” in his ear. He doesn’t know what it means, but the words are nice little puffs of air on his neck. She scrapes her nails down his scalp, and he finds his eyes closing. Her other hand guides him to lie down, and he recognizes the soft comforter of his bed. 

When did they get here?

The floor crackles and he hears the doors slide open. “What about the ‘old magnet text?’” He asks, and he winces when his voice breaks on “text.”

There are a few moments of silence where he worries he’ll fall asleep. But, soon enough, he feels the heavy weight of paper and leather as she drops it, rather heavily into his lap.

“You won’t last 15 minutes,” She wagers. 

He blinks his eyes open and sits up on his elbows. The world spins momentarily but settles, and he begins thumbing through the pages,“C’mon, give me at least twenty.” 

Merrin plucks it from his grasp. He doesn’t reach for it back but shoots her a questioning look. She meets it with a level stare, “I will read.” 

Cal rolls his eyes and starts to reach for it again, but she jerks it away and hastily announces, “To practice my Basic.”

That gets him reconsidering and relaxing back into bed, so she begins. “Magnetic fields in the spiral arms of our galaxy are tilted away from the galactic average by a high degree…”

[omgkatherine01]

Moonlight Beta: Chapter 6 - Burn Alive... Almost

Series Masterlist

Chapter 5, Chapter 7

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

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Sleep wasn't Lia's friend anymore, not since the Berserker fight. Those things, those creatures haunted Lia every second they could. So, instead of going back to sleep, she texted Scott and asked if she could come over, which she received a yes for an answer.

Ever since he died and had those awful nightmares involving Lia, he felt extra protective of her, scared that she might die like she did in his mind. With her around him, he felt better knowing she was there beside him, alive.

"How's Kira's Mom?" Lia asked as she sat on Scott's bed with him. "She was taken to a hospital in Palo Alto," Scott said, "They put her in a helicopter. But she will be alright, she just doesn't heal like she used to."

"Does this mean..." Lia trailed off. "Kira is leaving for a couple of days, yeah," Scott said. "She needs to be there for her mother, especially if she's still on the list." He sighed and laid his head on the pillow, "And, I actually have to go back to the hospital too. They want to do a bunch of tests since I was kind of officially dead."

Lia scoffed, "Yeah, I figure my Dad has a lot of questions to you." Scott nodded, "Yeah."

Lia looked down at her hands, "I just wish it had all worked." Scott frowned and sat back up, "Yeah, I've been thinking about that too. And actually, I think maybe it did work. Not that I know exactly who The Benefactor is but we might know a lot more about him now."

Lia frowned as they faced each other, "But no one came. And no one got visual confirmation, right?"

"That's why it might have worked," Scott said, "Remember what I told you about everyone in our pack? Think about it. Who has the power to know when someone's dead, but doesn't need to see the body to know it happened?" Lia thought for a moment with a frown and then looked at Scott,

"A Banshee."

Scott smiled softly at her.

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Another night, and Lia was tossing and turning because she couldn't sleep. As she did so, a familiar noise made her stop and sit up.

Now fully awake, she noticed her printer was on. The girl got out of her bed and walked quietly over to see that it was printing something. It was the Deadpool and it had names crossed off of it.

"What the hell?" She muttered to herself as it kept trying to print. She tried pressing the off-button but it kept on printing until she finally unplugged it.

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The next morning seemed like hell for Lia as she walked down the halls of the school. Her paranoia was increased and the laughter of the students in the hallway was so overwhelming until Mason greeted her, Lia's focus then finally having something productive to shift to.

"Hey," he said, "Am I gonna see you at the bonfire tonight? Or are you gonna be busy with lacrosse team things?"

Lia frowned, forgetting that they had the bonfire party coming up. With all the supernatural crap going on, she was too tired to do anything else.

"Uh, I'm thinking about skipping," she admitted sheepishly.

"You're not skipping," Mason told her.

"Why not?" Lia asked. "Because you're on the lacrosse team," Mason answered, "Don't you have to go?"

Lia looked nervous. "I don't, uh..." The girl suddenly froze when she started to hallucinate a Berserker in the school. Whether it was from lack of sleep or trauma, she didn't know. Either way, she was hallucinating one standing right in the middle of the hallway.

"I--I don't think I can make it," she lied, grateful that Mason couldn't hear her heartbeat.

"You're coming," Mason said, "We're gonna find you a nice boy--or a nice girl that you can embarrass yourself in front of and find me a lacrosse player. Because statistically speaking, someone on your team has gotta be on my team. Alright?" While Mason was rambling, the Berserker seemed to be getting closer.

"Lia?" Him calling out her name seemed to snap her out of the trance. "Yeah, I'll be there," she spoke quickly before running off, hoping to get away from the beast-like creature.

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The entire lacrosse team was in the boys' locker room, including Lia since no one was actually getting changed and it was just a team meeting.

Coach walked in, "All right. Now, I know the start of the season bonfire, it's a big deal for you guys. I also know it gets out of hand sometimes. The alumni show up, there's other teams, and alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol." The team, aside from Lia and Scott, cheered.

Scott had his eyes stuck on his Beta. She wasn't paying much attention, her eyes were looking down at her shoes. She smelt of sadness and fear, something Scott wasn't used to smelling on her.

"All right, shut up," Coach said, "Now, what I don't understand is why anybody would ever want to get stumbling down drunk in front of a massive open fire. I'm also resigned to not being able to stop you guys." The team, aside from Lia and Scott, cheered. "I also remind you, your team captain, McCall, will be there. And I can count on him to narc on any and every one of these little bastards. Get back to class."

Everyone scrambled off after Coach's speech and Scott lost Lia in the small crowd. He took a deep breath, following her scent to the stairwell.

Lia was sitting on the stairs since everyone else was back in class, fiddling with her lacrosse stick. She flinched slightly when she heard someone getting close, but relaxed slightly when she realized it was only Scott.

"Hey," Scott said softly as he sat on the step behind her and put his hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

"You okay?" he asked. Lia shrugged and looked down at her feet. Scott frowned in confusion, "Lia, hey, you can tell me anything. You know that right?"

The girl sighed softly and spoke, "Last night, my printer went off by itself. I couldn't turn it off. I hit the cancel button, but it just kept printing."

"Printing what?" Scott asked. Lia took the list out of her pocket and gave it to Scott.

Before he could read it, the two heard Coach yelling. They ran over to his office to see papers among papers being printed out like crazy. "What the hell is this?" he asked as Scott picked a paper up.

"You see the difference?" Lia asked.

"Derek's not on the list anymore," Scott answered, and Lia wasn't worth 3 million anymore, she was now worth 18 million dollars.

"I don't know if I want to feel special or terrified," Lia muttered as Scott looked from the girl to the papers.

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Mason dragged his best friend out, despite her not wanting to go to the bonfire party. Her father urged her to go out and have fun, while her mother was hesitant on letting her go out to a party that would most likely result in drinking.

Mason has practically made her his Barbie doll, dressing her up in a semi-casual black dress. It was something Lia couldn't see herself ever wearing again. To feel less naked, she wore Scott's lacrosse zip-up sweatshirt.

Lia, despite knowing that she couldn't get drunk because of her healing abilities, decided to drink anyway and was pleasantly surprised when she started to feel a bit buzzed.

"Hey, I wanted to ask, what's your relationship with Scott McCall?" Mason suddenly asked. "Oh, you know, we just became friends after the tryouts," Lia answered.

"Is that Scott's sweatshirt?" Mason asked with a small smirk. Lia looked down at herself before back at him in hesitation, "Yeah... is that bad?" Mason shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle.

His smile disappeared as he watched her take another sip. "Not gonna tell me to slow down right?" she asked when she noticed him giving her a confused look when she chugged down a whole flask of captain. A smile was on her lips, something that she had been lacking since the Berserker incident.

"Actually, I was gonna say keep drinking," Mason said, "I think you should get drunk. And I mean stumbling down, fall on your ass, passed out with your face in the toilet drunk."

Lia couldn't help but giggle, "Why?"

This was when it got serious.

"Maybe then when I ask you what's going on, you'll be too drunk to lie," he answered.

Lia's happy smile fell, guilt consuming her for keeping him in the dark and worried about her. "I'm not asking this because I want to know," he said, "I'm asking because I want to help. Are you seriously okay?"

Lia didn't notice that Scott had shown up, he was too looking over along with Malia with a sense of worry.

"I'm getting another drink. Yeah. I'm getting drunk."

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It was not long after that she felt drunk, like stumbling drunk. Scott and Mason had both Malia and Lia sit down, both girls intoxicated despite their massive healing abilities that would've prevented this.

"How much has she had to drink?" Scott asked Mason. "Not enough to get her like this," Mason answered, knowing he's seen Lia drink more than that and not be this affected before.

"Something's happening. We need to get them out of here. I think we're gonna have to, uhm..." Scott was cut off as his vision got blurry.

"How much did you drink?" Mason swore everyone here were literally alcoholics.

"Nothing, not even a sip," Scott answered and then realized it was the music, just like the hunters from Mexico had done to them. "It's not the drinks. It's the music. I have to… I have to turn off the music. Don't let them out of your sight." Mason nodded, and watched Scott walking away, stumbling a little along the way.

Mason turned back to Lia and handed her a bottle of water, "Hey, drink some water." Lia took it, "Mase, I don't feel so well."

"Yeah, I get it, you--you'll be okay," Mason said and turned back to check for Scott. A few seconds after, two guards walked closer and each grabbed Lia and Malia by the arms.

"Let's go," Guard 1 told them, starting to pull Lia up by one arm, and the girl didn't even fight back.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Mason asked. "These are my friends."

Guard 1 turned to Mason, putting a hand on his chest. "Your friends are overly intoxicated. They need to be escorted out."

"Okay, I'll go with them," Mason told them.

"That won't be necessary," Guard 1 told him, turning back to Lia.

"I said they're my friends--" Mason started forcefully, but the guard pushed him down to the ground.

Two guys went to help him up. "You okay, man?" Guy 1 asked, and he nodded. He looked back to the guards as they took Lia and Malia away.

The assassins dressed like security guards dragged Scott, Malia and Lia inside, placing them on the floor, leaned them against the lockers, and started dousing them with gasoline.

Scott was the only one conscious at this time, "What is that? What are you doing?"

The guy smirked, "It's gasoline. Haigh says we gotta burn you. It's too bad though, your girl is pretty hot," he said, gesturing to Lia.

Scott growled, his eyes turning red in protectiveness over his beta who was clearly underaged compared to this man. "Oh, shut up," the man scowled, dousing them with more gasoline.

Malia and Lia gained consciousness when they felt the gasoline on their skin. Scott was hoping that Mason would pull through and get the music shut off even though he didn't know why it was affecting them.

And luckily for the three, he did.

Scott was able to recover easily due to his status as True Alpha. Scott grabbed Guard/Assassin 1's hand, closing the lighter, squeezing his hand until it broke, making him groan in pain. Scott punched him in the face hard, making him fall unconscious.

The other hunters were taken care of when Derek and Braeden came in, fighting hand-to-hand combat with them. Though, it was mostly Braeden since Derek was a bit new to fighting without werewolf powers.

Malia and Lia helped each other up, subconsciously leaning on each other in support. Malia could tell the girl was shaken up, and although she didn't know how to comfort people very well yet, she let the girl hold onto her arm.

"What happened to the gun?" Scott questioned Derek as he got up. "You're covered in gasoline," Derek pointed out the obvious.

"Oh, yeah," Scott muttered and then he turned his attention to the girls. Malia had her arm wrapped around the youngest beta protectively even though the danger has now passed, and she nodded to Scott that they both were alright.

[wildishmazz]

i’ve been dying to hear your thoughts on the starlight express revival have you been is it worth it what do you think about the changes they made

Well... they did exactly the one thing I said would make the least sense(made Greaseball female despite the fact that Greaseball, of all characters, depends on being incapable of understanding what it's like on the wrong side of any flavour of systemic oppression), removed pretty much any sense of character(which at least means female Greseball doesn't stick out too much as a baffling decision among all the others), and telling the story seems to have been shunted to the very bottom of the pile of priorities, several places below "cover everything with holographic glitter" and pretty much on par with "adjust the keys of the songs to accommodate the fact that there are now altos and sopranos playing roles originally written for tenors and basses".

Introducing the concept of hydrogen power is a great idea(stars are made of hydrogen! Being powered by hydrogen is harnessing the power of the stars! What could be more appropriate for the Starlight Express??), but it's pretty much been plonked down with a shrug and an "I dunno, someone else figure out how to incorporate it into the text, I'm off for lunch.". There's a truck carrying around apparently unwanted hydrogen cells for... some reason? who is largely derided by all and sundry for... some reason? but is then able to couple up with Rusty to give him a power boost... somehow?

Many of the secondary and tertiary characters have been rejigged and renamed(the other competitors are no longer National Engines, which I can get behind, the stereotypes were always risky), including amalgamating Flat Top and CB into a new hybrid Slick Oil who is just vaguely antagonistic and rude until "Wide Smile". This falls narratively flat, because we already disliked Slick - there's no sense of betrayal or horror at the revelation that such a Nice Guy(tm) has revealed himself to be a gleeful mass murderer, just a confirmation that an unpleasant individual is, indeed, nasty. The other Freight(Porter and Lumber - Porter after Cole, Stilgoe is still at hand) join in with Slick in sabotaging Rusty, then sing "Right Place, Right Time" at him, claiming that they've been cheated too. Which um. My dudes. That was you.

An effort is clearly being made to be progressive with gender, but it doesn't look like it's coming from a place of any deep understanding. Casting an enby as Electra - great! But all their understudies are cis men. Removing early noughties Pussycat Dolls-inspired slut-drop anthem "Whole Lotta Locomotion" - great! But replacing it with an obvious rewrite of "Rolling Stock: reprise" rather than simply revert to the unobjectionable "A Lotta Locomotion"? Why would you do that?Give the coaches a badass new "We've had it up to here with this bullshit, and we're not taking it any more!" song - great! But rather than that replacing the "you're worth so much more than you think you are, now play mind games until you get your toxic ex back" song that gave Buffy and Ashley a chance to shine in the old show, where it would be appropriate in the plot, it's used as an introduction and there is no song for Belle and Tassita(as they now are) to show off in. It also randomly includes a snippet of "Tyre Tracks and Broken Hearts" which I assume is meant as a loving tribute to Jim Steinman, but unfortunately is such a distinctive and compelling melody that it sticks out like a sore thumb that it's never heard again. Mixing up the genders of the coaches by adding a boy - great! But now you can't use "coach" interchangeably with "woman" to make any sort of wider point, and that hasn't been carried through the rest of the show.

The cast are uniformly brilliant. I don't like the fact that Greaseball is being played by a woman, but by god, when Al Knott is on that stage it belongs to her and she has the range to flip around the octaves of material that resists being sung by her like a goddamn vocal acrobat. I don't like Control being in among the toy train characters(purely personal preference, I accept it as making a precedented amount of sense - they're now emphasising the fact that it all takes place in a child's dream, and if Clara can dance with the Nutcracker and Alice can talk to the Queen of Hearts, it's consistent for Control to be able to hand Dinah a box of tissues), but the girl I saw was an exceptionally good young performer, and legit looked like she was Momma's daughter. Rusty is 17. Seven-bloody-teen. And he's rivaling the first Rusty I fell in love with, who was 19(I was 13 I swear it's not weird). The way he holds a note while gliding down what looks like a 30 degree ramp alone distinguishes him. I have never seen a Dinah with better comedic chops. "UNCOUPLED" had me in stitches.

The costumes are disappointing. Like I said, they're very shiny. Everything is holographic, Greaseball is even lenticular. But there is little to no characterisation in the costumes - there are precious few details that tell you anything about who they are, they're just shiny blocky shapes. If you look really hard, maybe you can say that Dinah still has some tablecloth, and Wrench has spanner sets sticking out of her arms and legs as wings, and Electra has lightning strike balloons stored in a backpack. They look absolutely ridiculous, but they do imply electricity. Coming from the same designer as the costumes in Six, this is not only disappointing but surprising - I would have sworn that the Six queens were directly inspired by Starlight Express, they look like Tudor-inspired OC coach fan creations, but apparently Gabriella Slade had never even seen John Napier's designs before being asked to come up with something different. I assume she was under some severe limitations wrt not replicating anything that was his copyright, beyond basic features like safety pads and the skates themselves. I don't think the concept of using the costumes to convey the characters was copyrighted, though.

The beginning includes the "When the night is darkest" lullaby and I swear I nearly cried.

The "Starlight Sequence" is gorgeous. I don't know if it's been transposed into a different key to sit where both Momma and Rusty can sing it comfortably or if one of them just has that wide a range, but the horrific clunking great key changes mid-phrase that made the song physically painful to listen to in 2018 are not there. And the starfield that lights up for "I am the Starlight" is a kaleidoscope of pastel multicolour points sitting just above your head and all around the auditorium - that moment is properly magical.

Bloody, bloody "I Do" is still fucking there. It has still not undergone a second draft since it debuted in 2012.

There's a lot of dialogue/recit that's been inserted between songs, and it all kinda sounds like devised theatre that was initially improvised by people who were running out of ideas. Somehow it gives it the impression of being an amdram show with an inexplicably huge budget at some moments.

It is excellently performed, the music is still good, it is visually exciting. If you want to see some very talented young people performing familiar songs in a visual spectacle and you don't care about whether or not it makes any sense, it's very enjoyable.

[sweet-dining-car]

Ok so I've been dead for like a really long time cuz I did not like the way that the fandom was going and how some ppl were acting on here but I need to talk about the changes in the rivial. Like what is going on????

First thing that took me by such great surprize was Greaseball. And now plz don't jump me and call me homopobic or anything but I just really don't think that this was the right move here. I mean, changing a character's gender aright, ok, we saw that with Momma and thats fine but I just really don't think that it should have been Greaseball. I mean his whole character and everything I just don't think so. Also I really like hearing Pumping Iron from a nice Baritone and idk how that would sound in a female range.

Now, in my inital shock I was like WHAT? What will GreaseDinah look like now??? But then I thought abt it. Greaseball may still be a man in this production, we really don't know. They didn't change his name or say that he wasn't a man anymore, Greaseball could still be the same just played by a woman now. Again, please don't jump down my thoat here, I'm not trying to offend or anything.

Now what I was actually hoping for in the rivial was maybe a female Electra finally offically, cuz tbh that seems more realisitic to me. AC/DC could be sung by a nice Alto that can also reach Mezzo-Soprano too. Also it has already been confirmed that Electra is gender fluid so I mean why not?

I was also hoping for some more diveristy in the rockies too, I gotta keep my fingers crossed on that one.

I'm glad to see a lot more of the Germany cast there but I am really holding by breath cuz I hope things don't change too much

The female Greaseball just really took me by surprize and idk what to think now. I just wanna see the costume and please PLEASE don't mess up Rolling Stock or Pumping Iron in terms of vocals or music. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make the sound track sound good

[probatiostudies]

MY FINAL POST ON THE GREAT BRAZIL MEET UP

and i CAN tag this as qsmp because i had so many thoughts abt how they paired the first round of folks up to care for the egg children while everything was going on this past week (also phil and fit said it was five days, i refuse to believe it was that short)

BUT TRULY i commend quackity + the admins + whoever else was in the processing of choosing who to pair up with who because ??! absolutely crazy how these duos get along irl

FIRST case in point has to be mariana! y'all i was part of the group that was trying to figure who exactly was going to brazil, so i ended up seeing those clips of mariana thinking out loud on whether or not to go to twitchcon vegas BECAUSE !! he had already asked charlie / slime that day if he was going and was told no !! y'all can you see the vision, the first english-speaking cc he asked was charlie, even said he thought of him because he lives in the US

and charlie namedropping mariana during the qsmp meetup stream ?? THEY'RE BESTIES YOUR HONOR

ultimately i just think it's crazy how these school project teams turned out (save for maximus and fit, raising a glass to the sky for y'all SALUD). you get phil and missa finally meeting irl, phil mentioning how missa forgot his gifts from japan but that was okay because HE was the true gift, and isn't that the truth what with everyone talking abt how nice missa was to interact with !! we got that beautiful trio photo of jaiden, roier, and cellbit WHICH WAS SO GOOD an absolute cherry on top to one of if not the BEST egg parents on the island (VUELA ALTO BOBBY). and yeah, of course if slime was going to mention mariana on stream, he had to imply foolish was thinking of vegetta, but people's reactions to foolish and his builds being like 'yeah he's vegetta's sounds right' is ENOUGH of a confirmation !!

Edit on 10/6/2023: AND NOW CHARLIE RISKS HIS VICTORIAN CHILD IMMUNE SYSTEM TO MEETUP WITH MARIANA IN VEGAS. CHATTERS TELLING JAIDEN THAT CHARLIE WOULDN’T BE THERE WE’RE FOOLS. MISCLICK DUO MEETUP ON THE HORIZON 🔥

[berrychanx]

TMMN S2 12 EP - Theory

  Like i’vem entioned before, I don’t think this will be the final season for various seasons

1- the leak saying the studio wishes to make multiple seasons (shoujoleak, leaklite)

2 - Smewthies recently won a music award, I’m sure with this their music producer wishes to release more songs for feature singles, events, mew projects etc.

3 - Original episodes - Minto episode is already confirmed to be episode 14, the rest of the girls will probably have one or more too.

4 - the search for the mew aqua continues, with an episode each (probably) for the girl to find it and use the mew aqua

5 - Who’s the blue knight dilema

6 - based on alto and francois reaction i can expect an original episode aroumd cat sheningans

7 - this could also have been used just for visuals and to fill in the op

it can mean we can expect aoyama to find out her secret in this season

or it can also mean nothing in this season

(like what happened with zakuro in the ed, it meant nothing in that season)

8 - the ed could also be teasing us with og content / episodes

9 -  Moe, Miwa and Seiji, with them having bios, i think they'll throw in some original episodes for them

10 - The alien trio

Exploring earth fauna and flora, backstory, development etc

There’s   volumes left to adapt and they can plan on making original content to extend the story, develop its characters like Ikumi wished for etc

[theyanderespecialist]

Short King (Headcanons/Scenario) Yandere Dr. Alto Clef X Short Masc Reader (SCP Foundation)

#Yandere #YandereAltoClef #YandereSCP #YandereSCPFoundation #YandereHeadcanons #YandereScenario #Scenario #Headcanons #SCPFounation #SCP #SCPAltoClef #AltoClef #AltoClefXReader #ShortMascReader #Reader 

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is Dr. Alto Clef with a Short Masculine Reader! so let's do this!]

(Disclaimer: Dr. Alto Clef is not yandere in canon and is not confirmed to be into men or not into men in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it, you know who you are! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!)

(Once again please enjoy this!)

-Yandere Headcanons with Dr. Alto Clef X Short Masc Reader-

.Clef is a man who lies a LOT

.When he meets you a short but masculine man he falls for you right away

.Of course, he is also chaotic and does not let anyone know what he is doing

.So he does not let you know at first that he is in love with you.

.But he is always around and teasing you.

.He likes to tease you about your height.

.He is also the type to keep others away from you.

.He is not going to let anyone else be with you, you are his.

.He will also have you working for him as his assistant.

.So your days will be filled with working with Clef.

.He also can get away with anything and everything so be warned he will do anything he wants with you.

.He is a possessive yandere that is going to keep you by his side.

.He also is a bit protective if someone were to hurt you he is going to kill them and enjoy it.

.He deals with rivals by killing them.

.If they got too far with you, he would torture them as well.

.He is going to manipulate you for sure.

.Make you feel like you only need him and are safe with him.

.He is a master manipulator as a yandere.

.So you will be manipulated into loving him.

.He also will be the type to keep you by his side at all times.

.So expect to move in with him.

.You both can be found working out and training together.

.He loves to get into hand-to-hand combat training with you.

.Pinning you down and being pinned down by you.

.He loves when you can take the lead and get him pinned down by sheer force and skill.

.You are his short king.

.He would confess his love, so casually and offhandedly

.Then kisses you to prove it.

.He is not going to give you a choice.

.He is just going to tell you, that you are now his and belong to him.

.No choice in the matter.

.If you fight it he will punish you and teach you that you belong to him and he belongs to you.

[Now onto the scenario!]

(Clef's POV)

I walk up to my assistant as he is filing paperwork. He is so short and fucking hot! I  wrap my arm around his chest and lay my head on top of his head.

"Clef!" He says and pulls away from me. "What the hell, I am trying to work."

"I know you are handsome~ But I am bored and you are coming with me!" I say and pull him up by the hand.

He tries to protest but I drag him to one of the many training rooms.

"Okay," I say. "We are going to do hand-to-hand combat, so come at me handsome."

"I am not going to fight you cle-" He starts, and I cut him off, throwing a punch.

"Come on, handsome, you got to be better than that~," I say and we began to fight.

He finally sweeps my legs out from under me and pins me down. I smirked up at him and flip us over straddling his stomach.

"UGH! Get off Clef!" He snaps at me.

"I rather get off on ya~," I say and he blushes and then I confess. "From now you are mine. Got it (Name). You belong to me and if I see you flirting with anyone else, I will kill them and teach you a lesson. Am I clear?"

He stares up at me and I do not let him answer before kissing him. Fuck I wanted to kiss him for so long~

He is now mine~

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[madocactus]

i wanna talk a bit about cautionne and my thought process behind why i drew, wrote, and cast him the way i did!

this discussion is under the cut. read for more info!

if you wanna learn more about my lil guy, play malviolence here

so - i've always been fascinated by gender non-confirming characters in media. i think they're really cool. 

naturally, i decided to make one of my own. and so, cautionne was born...

cautionne is a boy who wears dresses and has big pigtails. he also enjoys "feminine" activities like handicrafts, cooking and fashion design.  but i felt that many feminine boy depictions blended into each other. so i wanted to give him a unique flavor.

there were three things i targeted: personality, design, and voice. 

first - personality: 

i conceptualised cautionne as an obnoxious young teenager. he constantly berates the player and gets in their way. but when the player learns more about his circumstances, they'd feel "ah, right. i understand why he acts the way he does now." 

 i also just thought it would be fun to have a cute-looking boy be really rude and horrible.

 second - design: 

as i mentioned earlier, cautionne is a feminine boy - but i wanted to stay away from common colors used for these types of characters; like pastels. i wanted to make it clear that he was a villainous little rascal - so i used bright primary colors for his clothes.

idk if i put this anywhere in the game, but he also designed his accessories and dress by himself - so I wanted to reflect his aesthetic tastes and creative skills with his fashion. 

additionally, his fashion has a practical purpose. his tights are high-denier and his sleeves/collar were made long for a reason. if you've played malviolence, you know why.

finally - his voice: 

 one thing that always bothered me was the lack of variety in voicetypes with feminine boy characters. i've noticed that in a lot of popular media - especially anime and games - these types of characters usually have cis women voicing them.

to make cautionne stand out, i intentionally decided to give him a nasally, tenor/alto voice back when i was casting for his voice actor. i did this because i wanted to broaden people's horizons in what they considered "cute"! i guess that's the best way i can describe it.

carrick inabnett did a fantastic job voicing him btw. he transitioned between cautionne's goofiness and his serious side beautifully!!  i was deeply moved when i was listening through his takes and implementing them into malviolence itself.

anyhoo - those are my immediate thoughts on cautionne's design and writing, and why i made him the way i did. i hope you found them informative!

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 232

This past week has been overwhelming, which I feel is a major understatement. Nationally, locally, and personally. Happy belated Trans Day of Visibility to all my trans followers, out or not.  I promise I am fighting for you: at the ballot box, with my wallet, calling campaigns to my congresspeople, and at protests.

Also, if you have read this far and haven’t figured out that I am a member and ally to the LGBTQIA+ community... I don’t know what to tell you. It’s pretty blatant in the story. But yeah.

Thanks, as always, to @baelpenrose for helping me here at the wire. We are working on what should end up being the end of the story, and you have made sure to keep me on track and poke all the holes to make sure that I am keeping up the frenetic pace of this part of the story. Also, gonna try to shout out everyone who has an existent character in the story, and if I miss you, please say something. I mean it. Google Forms deleted my forms data for the people who submitted characters, so.. yeah.

@werewolf2578, @dierotenixe, @charlylimph-blog, @quantumized-insanity, @mustachebatschaos, @zommbiebro. Thank all of you. This world would be infinitely less rich without even one of you.

We barely had time to be grateful that GK was confirmed safe from her own stubborn decisions before Noah interjected. “Pilots Okima and Josue, course correction is required and counter-acceleration is strongly recommended.”

“Belay slowing!” Arthur argued. “If we slow down, we’ll still be in the thick of things and risk being boarded.”

I whacked the back of my head on the table when Hannah’s voice made me jump. “I wouldn’t be mad at some extra time to get everything loaded and jettisoned,” she panted.

“I concur,” Alistair seconded, from what sounded like another location.

“Baaaabe,” Arthur ground out. “Aliens. Boarding. Issue.”

“Bigger aliens, who like us, solution.”

Maverick whistled shrilly to get their attention. “Still need those coordinates, Farro! Slow or fast, I need to correct course.”

“Keep your pants on,” Arthur grumbled. “Sending you the corrections for current speed.”

Evan nodded confirmation and started shouting. “MacMaoilir! Status!”

“Unless we suddenly figure out how to microjump a ship the size of a small moon, forward is better.”

Xiomara’s voice cut in, starting to show strain. “Anyone who knows, can the Eko-mari do that?”

“No,” either Noah or Odvub replied.

“Not this close to other ships,” Brol corrected. “Xale informs that the gravity wells would cause every ship other than the Ark and their own dreadnought to be pulled into collision courses.”

“Dreadnought!?” several voices - my own included - screamed, forcing the translation implants to dampen.

“We do not detect a dreadnought class ship,” Noah replied with a nervous undercurrent. Before anyone could respond, the sound cut out, and a coarse, harsh rattle came through. “We detect it now.”

“I have modified their readings,” Odvub added.

Maverick picked up something and threw it angrily, revealing it to be a stress toy that seemed to be there for that exact reason. “Odvub! Noah! S’crirs! Anything you can do to help each other, do it and do it now. We all need as much data as we can have.”

“That may reveal - “

“I am hurtling the Ark at a star and planet that may be able to catch us at this speed, if we don’t fall apart first,” Maverick snapped calmly. “I don’t care if you accidentally tell the Eko-mari what I had for breakfast last Tuesday, that we have a pirate fosterling, or that Ix’al has been selling - “

“Consent,” came the alto cutoff from the being in question.

“Fair,” Mav sighed. “Just - we need to see them, we need to see each other, and we need to know what all of us are fit for.”

The ship shook, and Evan shot a hand down to steady my sister. “Seconded.”

“Seconded!” Charly cried. “Mav isn’t a Council candidate, so Evan just motioned, I second.”

“PASSED!” I shouted at the same time as Parvati and Arthur. “Share the shit, jettison something if you have to, spring a leak, vent an empty lab, I don’t care!” I added.

“Gravity spin stood down,” Noah advised. “Odvub is coordinating the data.”

“Tee minus three minutes,” they confirmed.

“Antoine,” I asked as calmly as possible - basically snapping at him and assuming he would forgive me later. “At current gravity, inertia, whatever, is it safer to be where we are, or to be free standing?”

“Sophia, stay there,” he replied. “Maverick, Tyche, and Evan, you as well. Anyone else, please secure yourselves, but you are free to move. Pranav, I am sending you and Alice the indicators to look for. Program advisement on secure or freestanding, coordinator is Charly to ensure atmosphere.”

“I get the pilots, but - “

“If that rib takes any more damage, you’ll puncture a lung,” he headed off my question. “I’m coming now to make sure that your ribs are properly wrapped, and then you’re going to sit with your back against a bench and let me secure you. Your skull and tailbone can take it.”

“I’ve had several concussions,” I tried.

“This skull and most of your brain hasn’t. You’ll be fine,” he assured annoyingly.

While Parvati scrambled out of our joint-cage to give him room to work, Brol’s voice filled the room. “Eko-mari dreadnought has detected something and is deploying zip-fighters.”

“What the fuck is a zip - “

“Automated fighters,” Odvub added. I couldn’t tell if they heard me, read my mind, or predicted the question was coming through their eternity as a glorified search engine. “They are piloted by non-sentient biogates. Neural networks.”

“They’re alive!?” Charly shrieked.

Grey wrapped on a table for attention. “Data shows they are not independently alive and never could be - they are biocomputers. Even on Earth they wouldn’t be considered alive, much less sentient.”

“But they think - “

“Thinking is all they are capable of,” Odvub assured. “They have no self preservation, no ability or will to reproduce. They are very large cell cultures suited to being programmed.”

“Oh. Like stem cells,” Charly perked up. ��In that case - Structural analysis indicates physical vulnerabilities in the weapon vents when firing, and I am betting they are vulnerable to memetic hazards.”

Arthur nodded. “Duck Riker, we’re firing at will. Well - The pirates are.”

“We are targeting weapon ports,” Brol confirmed. “Xale asks what a memetic hazard is.”

I opened my mouth before closing it just as quickly, trying to figure out a short explanation.

“Sending some over, in every variety,” Charly answered. “Basically they are incredibly insidious distractions.”

“Humans sing,” Noah bitched waspily. “In their brains.”

Charly seemed to count for about ten more seconds before clapping her hands loudly. “HEY!” She barked. “Stop listening to the pretty sounds or whatever and send the whole batch over. We can do this for days, just stop checking them before you fire them off.”

“Xale informs that xe would like a cat.”

I grunted as Antoine pulled the wrapping around my ribs tight, forcing air out of me. “We can do that,” I gasped. “Fishing cats. I hear Xale is fuzzy… Grey… send - “ I nearly hyperventilated trying to get more air. Once I was slightly dizzy, I kept going. “Grey, send over what to test for allergens. I would hate for cat fur and So’k’nor faces to not get along.”

“Memetic data sent,” Ix’al confirmed.

Arthur spread his hands to show the display as widely as possible. Sure enough, the tiny dots indicating the fighters were lazily dispersing.

“Ark!” Ix’al screamed, “Incoming from both - “

My teeth, hips, and spine rattled as the comms cut out. Those standing were thrown free of the closest surface, and I made a point to mentally thank Antoine for not letting me move. “Damage report!” I begged.

“Troop freighter injections on Level Seventeen, both sides,” Huynh barked before continuing. “Neither ship shows flight capability, but troops are disembarking into the Ark.”

“Charly, Arthur, you’re with me,” Xiomara intoned, gesturing with every expectation of being followed.

“Negative,” Arthur managed to get out around what was either a choke or a gag. “I need to coordinate from here. Charly and Michael Smith can support the countermeasures.”

“Confirmed,” Xiomara nodded crisply. “Noah, what do we need to do to move resources to that level?”

“That level is sealed off due to decompression,” Noah stated.

Conor’s voice cut in. “If we moved anyone who is capable of fighting to Levels Sixteen and Eighteen, sealed the non-fighters in shelters on other levels, could the ship handle unsealing Seventeen long enough to move people in, and then seal it again to limit the area of combat?”

“The air scrubbers can clean the air, they can’t make it out of vacuum,” Huynh argued on Noah’s behalf.

“Use the water stores,” Grey snapped.

“Arthur!” Evan shouted.

“Eko-mari ships - the zip fighters - are close to the breaches, but not interfering,” he reported. “It looks like they are defending the position from the outside.”

“Deploying memetic attack,” Brol confirmed. “The dreadnought is powering their bays.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” I muttered, trying to record as much as I could for posterity while listening to several conversations and praying that Parvati was recording anything I missed.

“It means something bigger than a zip fighter,” Ix’al added.

“There’s a lot of shit between a zip fighter and a dreadnought,” Maverick sing-songed. “Odvub, anything?”

“In Terran parlance, they are deploying corvettes.”

“Conor, Charly, do we need to keep or lose mass?”

“This we needs to focus so we can clear the way for everyone to get to one side of that breach!” Charly answered. “Saline, you are go. Electrical, stand by. Do not wait for reinfor - “

“More or less mass won’t make us faster,” Conor responded. “But less will let us change acceleration and maneuver more easily.”

“Hannah! Alistair! Did you hear that?” Arthur demanded. Without waiting for a response, he kept going. “What can we lose?”

“Eighty percent of water stores, all silicates and synthetics, ninety percent of root stock,” Hannah rattled off.

“Make that sixty percent of water stores if you plan on pressurizing those decks!” Huynh insisted.

“Noah,” Arthur groaned.

“Repairs to the breaches will take ten Terran days, minimum.”

“Eighty percent of water,” Arthur confirmed. “At the speed we’re going, we’ll need the system to catch us within ten hours, fuck ten days.”

“And the life pods,” Alistair added. “They are loaded and ready to launch.”

“Give us a chance!” Michael interjected. “Level Sixteen deploying in four.”

“Electrics!” Charly cried. “Hit the water NOW!”

Sound dampeners hit just in time as a noise like the screams of the damned filled the comms just long enough to make the ensuing silence sound even more horrible.

“Three human casualties,” Antoine reported.

“Twenty out of sixty Eko-Mari life signs still detected,” Odvub supplied.

With that, all hell broke loose.

“Strap the human casualties down for identification later,” Charly commanded. “Grab the oil sprayers.”

“Someone just rushed past me with a lamp and fistful of padded arrows,” Michael reported.

“If that was Sinon, you get to explain to Nixe if he doesn’t make it.”

An irritatingly welcome voice joined us. “I’m on Level Eighteen, Hold the breach, we’re trying to move as many synthetics with us as we can.”

“This isn’t a pillow fight!”

“No, but these things make great earmuffs and suit patches in a pinch.”

“Water and silicates vented,” Conor updated. “Root stock is being relocated or fed to Else. I'm not sure which.”

“Corvette’s inbound!” Arthur alerted us. “The frijoles have been spilled, they’re targeting us. With guns.”

Pranav stood suddenly, which looked bizarre since he had been sitting on a wall. “Noah, can the Ark upload the data-bomb to the Eko-mari vessels that are currently breaching her hull?”

“Provided there are sufficient contacts amenable - “

“Lovely. Do that please.” With a painful smile, he turned toward another part of the ceiling. “Queen Ix’al and Captain Brol, we may have no better time to deploy this weapon. It is not perfect, but it should cause a catastrophic malfunction. Not all ships need to be hit, it will behave like a fast acting virus and spread itself before being triggered.”

Xiomara’s head snapped around. “Our people are near those ships!”

“It must be triggered,” he assured. “Let us try to evacuate them before then.”

“We need our people from the other side!”

“Then let us hope that Charly Harper is as efficient as she is creative. Our people rely on her.”

I nearly screamed when a hand shot through the bars of the bench I was still secured to. “Hannah and Alistair are down there,” Parvati gasped.

Hushed tone be damned, we were either all on a call or the acoustics on Level One were insane. “They knew what they were risking when they decided to get as close as possible to the biggest bomb on the Ark,” Alice stated in regret. “Changing their minds wasn’t an option.”

I nodded briskly. “Vati, I need you to coordinate with them. They are now section leaders, and they need to get everyone beyond the breach as close as possible to Level Seventeen. Leave anything they can’t physically carry at this point. If Alistair won’t listen, Hannah has authorization to make him.”

“Make him?” Alice asked.

“She is fully capable of knocking him out and dragging him in Von-level gravity. And we have no such gravity now,” Parvati confirmed.

Arthur nodded. “She’s done it before, to me and to him.”

“That’s my girl,” Alice smiled briefly.

“Saline and electrics, prepare for round two!” Charly shouted. “I want them fried and crispy!”

“Third!” Simon alerted. I was confused for a moment before I realized that the mild-mannered teacher was counting his kills and shuddered.

“Data bomb deployed,” Brol advised. “Three of our ships have taken damage and are removing themselves from field of combat.”

“They are medical vessels,” Ix’al added. “We need them to keep safe.”

“Agreed.” Maverick was maneuvering as quickly as Tyche could read off coordinates. “If we keep accelerating, we’re going to overshoot the planet. Prepare for attitude adjustment to brake.”

“She’ll snap in half,” Conor argued.

Maverick just shook his head and gestured. I realized he muted his comms when I could just barely make out what was coming from his lips.

My heart sank when I realized he was praying.

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[eumeliafeu]

Quick random post.

My Headcannons for which section each member of the Saint Cassian Chamber Choir is in(based off of their notes) by an actual choir kid

Jane Doe/Penny Lamb: Soprano

Ocean O'Connell-Rosenberg: Mezzo Soprano(think Soprano but can't sing quite as high, also knows as Soprano 2 or Alto 1)

Constance Blackwood: Alto(it is confirmed in an in character interview)

Noel Gruber: Tenor

Ricky Potts: Baritone(In between Bass and Tenor)

Mischa Bachinski: Bass

Depending on the song Ocean and Ricky go to one part or the other to support the part that is quieter(usually Constance and Mischa(usually the lower you go, the harder it is to sing in that pretty choir voice loudly, you either have to belt or have another person/more people on your part to make it match the others. Also in my experience as a Soprano, Sopranos and Tenors are usually the loudest))

I just did this because I've seen some people mention how Ocean is a Soprano but Jane/Penny can sing higher. I honestly think people should educate themselves more on choir parts so they can not only understand all the parts of any musical but especially ones that have to do with choirs(like rtc).

Anyways, that's all I have to say.

Edit: I'd like to note that I am currently a Sop 2 however I should be Sop 1. My choir teacher suck me on Ocean's part when I can sing Penny's part(and her song). It's been a fun challenge and I pity every Sop 2 ever.

[altocat]

hey alto. aka the resident EC player i follow. sorry. can i ask for a confirmation that theres only ONE episode of first soldier in EC right now. because i genuinely thought there were more but i just saw you reblogged the hojo and seph gifset thingy that says episode 2??????? h e l p has there only been one episode this entire gd time

The previous eight chapter segments of First Soldier we've gotten so far are basically First Soldier Part 1, to clarify. The next section with Hojo is labelled "Chapter 2" but really they should have just called it Part 2. I'll probably be referring to it as that from now on so now one gets confused.

So in a nutshell--there are currently 8 chapters up for First Soldier Part 1. Part 2 is still coming. If you want to watch all 8 chapters for just the story, I suggest checking out Faz Faz's youtube channel. They've got all the chapters uploaded, plus the events.

Hope that helps!

[averseunhinged]

i spent most of this week's fun writing time trying to wrangle my brain into finishing arranged marriage (the first part's done! i just need to let it marinate for a couple of days and use fresh eyes to make sure i've wrung most of the awkward out), but here's part of the new thing i let myself write as a little treat. i have zero plans for it other than, vaguely, shenansies.

Klaus retreated to the permanent privacy of his and Caroline’s spelled suite, a home décor must when your children were the world’s only tribrid, the last Heretic confirmed to still live, and the blackest witch since Dahlia herself had slithered the Earth, were prone to dropping by unannounced, and not at all inclined to limit their expressions of disgust at any indication of parental intimacy.

The first time Lizzie burst into their bedroom uninvited, the resulting chaos convinced him of the necessity of that. In the end, Hope managed to throw the much taller, squirming girl, still shrieking about her mother being defiled, over her shoulder and staggered all the way out of their house. Caroline had been tempting in nothing but an artfully draped bedsheet, cheeks flushed pink with her paroxysms of embarrassed laughter, but Klaus resigned himself to not bedding her without an appointment again until he could bribe Freya into warding it to hell and back.

Decades older, now, their children might be, but part of them would always stay as young as they appeared.

Collapsing onto the settee and sprawling out into the corner, he sipped his bourbon and pulled up contact information he had only very rarely had occasion to use over the years.

When she answered his call, it was in a hoarse, exhausted alto. “We can be at Heathrow in two hours.”

“Pardon me?”

“Yes, if you want me to fix whatever you or the girls have got yourselves into this time, Enzo is coming with me.” On the other end of the line, there was a rusting and shifting of mattress and linen and then the soft padding of the witch’s bare feet on creaking, old hardwood. “And I don’t care how much he provokes you. I don’t care how many times he hugs them or how many cutesy nicknames he uses. I don’t care how obnoxious he is, because if he truly steps over the line, you know Care feels remarkably little guilt about punching men in the dick.”

An understatement if there was ever one. Once, a visiting older vampire had, evidently, grown particularly weary of remaining among the reanimated and taken his chances in groping Caroline aggressively enough that his fingers had gone places she was of the firm opinion they did not belong. She’d punched him so hard; his genitals had been pulped. By the time Klaus got involved, he found her berating the man for his sartorial choices while grinding her stiletto into whatever was left. Not that he thought it an overreaction, but it was a tad hypocritical of her to object when he added the vampire to his decorative skull collection.

“So, Enzo isn’t staying home, and you’re not allowed to maim, torture, or kill him in any way, shape, or form.” There was the click of a light switch and then hushed, domestic noises: the clink of metal against metal, water poured, loose tea measured, the click of an electric kettle turning itself off. “Now, who’s the fuck up this time?”

That was fair, he supposed. After all, he’d never contacted the witch except in times of crisis. Caroline’s kidnappings had petered out over the years, and stopped altogether when the last coven to conceive of a supposedly foolproof plan hadn’t lasted past the attempted nabbing. Between Hope’s pathological distrust of witches, aside from her aunts and the twins—understandable, in Klaus’s opinion, given the circumstances of his daughter’s existence—the lingering remnants of Lizzie’s hero worship of her mother—again, understandable—and Josie’s slightly deranged loyalty to the parent who had spent decades trying to fix what Alaric had broken—bit of a pattern emerging—the girls could not be relied upon to have a reasonable response.

Caroline hadn’t even scolded them overmuch for not firing a warning shot before turning her abductors into smears of ash and blood. She’d never been the sort to get a kick out of her own kidnappings, unless she’d had a hand in planning them.

“Believe it or not, we currently number among us not a single fuck up. There’s no emergency.”

Bonnie set something glass down with a hard thump. “Why the Hell did you wake me up at 4:30 in the morning, then?”

“Well, I don’t exactly keep up to date with your itinerary, witch,” Klaus replied with ire to match. “You’re capable of ignoring a call when abed, are you not? Besides,” Klaus continued to avoid being hung up on, “the girls do need help. Urgently.”

She sighed and the sounds of her preparing her tea resumed. “Fine. What terrible ideas do I need to save them from this time? If they’re harassing Damon and Elena’s kids again, I want plausible deniability and am ending this call.”

“Worse.” Klaus slumped lower and gave his drink a despairing sip. “They’ve decided it’s Caroline’s and my fiftieth anniversary in October and have their little hearts set on a family destination celebration.” He let that sink in for a moment before finally arriving at the crux of the problem. “The entire family.”

“Shit.”

[larissa-the-scribe]

O Desafio - História please!

Thanks for the ask! (from this ask game)

Info:

So this is actually a bit of a weird one lol. I grew up in Brazil and speak Portuguese as a second language, so at one point when my family was traveling in the States, I decided to write a story in Portuguese for practice. I was not good at the finer points of Portuguese, and hadn't read much in Portuguese, so the prose was, uh. lacking. Still, it became a fun vibey fairytale sort of story that I still really like, and hope to someday come back to. Probably in English since I do Not trust my grammar/prose in Portuguese, but who knows, maybe it (and all of my books maybe, fingers crossed) might get translated.

It's the story of a young orphan girl, a skilled information broker, who gets contracted by a councilman to help him confirm the existence of faery encroaching on their kingdom. He's worried that something is terribly wrong in the faery forest that will also affect them, and wants her (and a small team) to find out what they can about the situation. She agrees, because he promises, in return, to get her the proper papers and funding so that she can leave the country --but she is very skeptical that "faery" is a thing. Also the heir to the throne has been missing for a while, which is definitely totally unrelated to the fully-trained knight in their party.

This scene is when Kira, doing preliminary investigations, gets attacked and knocked about by a shape-shifting monster in the woods. She is not a fighter and not used to monsters--thankfully, someone nearby is.

Short snippet:

Uma lança apareceu, de repente, como se estava crescendo do pescoço da criatura. Com um gorgolejo horrendo, a criatura cambaleou por um longo momento, o processo de transformação parado. Tombou no chão. Kira exalou, percebendo que ela estava no chão ainda, estremecendo. Ela ficou instavelmente de pé, retornando a funda ao cinto dela. “Tu deves ser a Kira.” Ela virou, procurando a voz. Pertencia ao um cavaleiro; ele desceu do seu cavalo, levantando o viseiro do seu capacete e revelando uma cara muito mais jovem e gentil do que a armadura pesado prometeu. Ele era mais alto que parecia no cavalo--Kira se ofendeu nisso. Ela não gostava de se sentir mais baixa do que precisava. “Sim, sou eu.” A própria voz era estranho e tremulo. Acalma, Kira. Respirando fundo, ela adicionou com mais força, “e quem é você?” O cavaleiro sorriu e estendeu a mão. “Sou Alnor. Foi mandado para te procurar.”

Translated snippet:

A spear appeared, suddenly, as if it were growing out of the neck of the creature. With a horrible gurgle, the creature staggered for a long moment, its transformation process halted. It thudded to the ground. Kira exhaled, realizing that she was still on the ground, trembling. She got unsteadily to her feet, returning her sling to her belt. "You must be Kira." She turned, seeking the voice. It belonged to a knight; he got down from his horse, raising the visor of his helmet and revealing a face much younger and gentler than his heavy armor promised. He was taller than he looked on the horse--Kira took offense at that. She didn't like feeling any shorter than she needed to. "Yes, that's me." Her own voice was strange, quivering. Calm down, Kira. Taking a deep breath, she added with more force, "and who are you? The knight smiled and extended a hand. "I'm Alnor. I was ordered to come find you."

[thetravelingymleader]

Heya!

In case you don't know, the name's Nox, I'm 26, and use He/they pronouns (That's me above)! I'm from Hearthome, Sinnoh where I'm going to be future a Gym leader at my Aunt Fantina's gym!

Right now I'm traveling to various regions, trying to grow as a person and become the best gym leader I can be!

Current Location: Paldea

~If you want to know more about me and my pokemon, then just read below:

(PLEASE READ BEFORE INTERACTING)

I have two teams! One's is my future gym team, and the other is a ragtag, misfit team for traveling (Don't worry all my pokemon get equal love and attention <3) :

My misfit Team:

☆ Loa (Banette) ♀

☆ Jasper (Sableye) ♂

☆ Pluto (Gengar) ♂

☆ Artemis (Mightyena) ♀

☆ Wednesday (Mimikyu) ♀

☆ Hecate (Noivern) ♀

☆ Ace (Amped-up Toxtricity) ♂

☆ Anthrax (Toxicroak) ♂

☆ Suzu (Bronzong)

☆ Raijin (Luxray) ♂

☆ Baku (Mawhile) ♂

Newbies!:

☆Inari (Hisuian Zorua) ♂

☆Morrigan (Shiny Marshadow)

☆Khepri (Scolipede) ♂

☆Kanaloa (Inkay) ♂

☆Ceres (Dartrix) ♂

☆Haku (Sligoo) ♂

Paldean team!:

☆ Alto (Crocolar) ♂

☆ Brigid (Tinkatink) ♀

☆ Cadmium (Shroodle) ♀

Ultra-Domesticated Rescues!:

☆Lil' Dipper (UD Nidoran)♂ *NON-BATTLER

☆Eris (UD Gastly) ♀ *NON-BATTLER

Here's My dad, Nanu's trainer card too!

Quick run-down on my family:

My Aunt Shauntal, who has a blog on here too! (@three-out-of-four), My Aunt Fantina, Agatha (Grandmother-deceased), and Bertha (Grandmother).*

My dad, Nanu, shows up on my blog sometimes and he's available for asks as well! he's a bit grumpy and quiet, but says he'll answer any questions directed to him. My dad isn't with me right now, as I'm in Paldea! I'll tell him you say "Hi" though c:

-As you can see, I have a lot to live up to as a trainer!

If you wanna talk to me, feel free to bug me anytime! I'm always ready for battles AND asks >:)

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*(Mun Note: This is an au where Shauntal and Fantina are half-sisters; Agatha and Bertha were twin sisters. Agatha has passed away as well.)

DNI: PRO-SHIPPERS, TERFS RAD/LIBFEMS, TRANSPHOBES, RACISTS,, ETC. NO NSFW POSTS/RPS ALLOWED

(If you do nsfw, keep it off my blog thank you.)

Hey, mun Nova, here 30+ years old and I use he/they pronouns!

If you have any questions don't be afraid to contact me, my DMs are always open! Also this is an rp blog that takes place in the pokemon universe, so pls keep in mind I will be RPing as such! Also I will be using A LOT of personal HCs, so if you don't like them err... sorry?

>Friendly reminder that if you try to engage a plot with me without at least discussing it with me first, then I will likely not respond. Even if you do approach me with a plot in mind, there is no guarantee I will agree.

I AM A-OKAY INTERACTING WITH OCS. This involves: Fallers, Eebydeebies, sentient pokemon, hybrids, etc. If you're not sure just ask! I promise I do not bite <3

If you are looking to interact with my muse, and your muse is tied to some potentially triggering topics, I would prefer if you discussed potential interactions with me first. This is for my own comfort, so please keep this in mind.

This is a side blog, so I'll usually send asks on anon and sign off with either -Thetravelingymleader or depending.

I follow back from my main @galactic-mermaid

IF YOU READ THIS ENTIRE THING, PLS SEND (DM or Ask) THE PHRASE "Paper Tiger" TO ME AS CONFIRMATION.

Check out my other Pokemon RP blogs!:

@piers-official (Piers/Marnie RP blog)

@ghostly-groundskeeper (Pokemon OC)

@darkpunkrocker (Sidney E4 RP Blog)

@ragingwaters (Nessa RP blog)

@krazy-for-klara (Klara RP blog)

@a-gastly-trio (Pokemon Gijinka OCs) ((HIATUS))