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muses-of-the-memory · 1 year ago

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@themultiverseheroines continued from here

Korra is happy to see it worked and Sonic is okay. Most likely will need time to heal up properly. She turns to Iroh and remembers what happened. She knew something must have happened to cause her to be send to the world with Sonic and the others.

Well, in any case, she’s just glad they’re all okay.

She then heard what Jinora said and knew because of what her uncle did, with Vaatu, she lost her connection to the past Avatars. With no way of bringing them back.

She’s at least glad to know Mecha Aang will keep his name alive in his world. “Thank you, Jinora. Tell them I’ll be along in a second,” she then turns towards Eggman and cracks her knuckles. “Just as soon as I teach this egg-shaped man what happens when you mess with the spirits.”

Eggman shrieks when he sees Avatar Korra crack her knuckles and he quickly shields himself by using Shadow the Hedgehog, who was looking annoyed. “It won’t happen again, I promise! Really! Just don't beat me up or burn my mustache!” He screamed and pleaded. “I will.” Jinora smiled seeing Eggman get what's coming to him. She then returned to where she was with her family after meditating, and Uncle Iroh went back to his own tea shop in the Spirit World. Sonic and the others went back to Planet Mobius from the super portal with Mecha Aang.

“Father, you have returned. You and Sonic, just like the Avatar promised.” Sage said. “Sonic!” Amy shouted in concern for Sonic as they gathered around. “Boss!” Orbot and Cubot shouted happy to see their creator. “Is he okay?” Cream asked as she and Cheese looked. “Just exhausted is all, but Korra saved me...” Sonic replied. “Teaches you to act without thinking.” Knuckles said.

“Still, something or someone must’ve caused Korra to transport her from her dimension into Sonic’s world, just like I got here the first time.” Blaze spoke. “Yeah Blaze, but who?” Silver asked. “But why?” Rouge asked. “Well, whoever it was, it's not me." Eggman spoke. "WARNING! WARNING! Unknown mech approaching this direction!" Omega shouted as a mech looking the Dark Avatar (UnaVaatu) appeared. "That's not one of mine." Eggman spoke. "Made a mistake again, eh, my blockheaded doppelganger?" A voice spoke from inside the mech. "Oh no." Eggman facepalmed recognizing the cockpit in the mech's forehead revealed himself.

"EGGMAN NEGA!" Silver and Blaze shouted "It looks like I made a miscalculation with my Dimensional Rift Remote. It brought Korra and Mecha Aang to this world. Though I'm not surprised it's not the same one who interfered with Blaze and Silver." He spoke seeing Korra and Mecha Aang. "So, YOU'RE the one who brought Korra here?" Blaze spoke.

"Guilty as charged, my dear Blaze... and I even made this mech based on Unalaq and Vaatu's work on the Dark Avatar. I found it very... stimulating." Eggman Nega said about his mech. "I call it the Nega-Dark Avatar. With its power, I can make loads of destruction in not just this world, not our world, but the Avatar's world as well. Not even the Chaos and Sol Emeralds can compare to its power. I couldn't care less about what happens to the worlds."

@themultiverseheroines

Closed RP w/@muses-of-the-memory

The last thing Korra remembers is fighting against a strange spirit creature. One that she was able to subdue and was in the middle of helping purify, when it blew up. The next thing she knew she was falling from the sky. Falling towards the ground at a rapid pace.

Korra begins to panic a little as she tries to use her airbending, but was having trouble focusing. She soon began closing her eyes and tries to shake off the fear of falling so she can save herself.

When her eyes opened, they begin to glow as she activates the Avatar State and begins using her Airbending to begin helping her form a powerful gust to help cushion the fall. Allowing her to avoid from getting seriously hurt. She soon returns to normal and sighed in relief.

"T-That was...that was... insane," said Korra as she tries to catch her breath. She then looks around and noticed where she's at. "Where the hell am I? I thought I was in Republic City."

@muses-of-the-memory

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rpking99 · 1 month ago

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Sneak From The Party

OPEN RP (Holiday)

(Currently Closed)

Duel Monsters Spirit Day or, as it is otherwise known as, Halloween has come around once more. Everyone dressed up and ready to enjoy the day.

Alexis Rhodes, one of the most skilled and beautiful women in the school, being clad in the outfit of Cyber Harpy Lady. The blonde humming as she walked around the island wide party... And noticed your muse on the ground. Did you trip? Were you just sitting for a breather? She didn't know. But she licked her lips, approaching confidently

"Hey, how you doin’? You okay down there?" The Obelisk Blue asked sensually but supportively, looking down at your muse past her large golden plated breasts

#read rules before interacting #open to all #smut rp #open smut rp #open rp #mature rp

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instinct-wild-dc-irl · 9 days ago

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Sup Demons, it's ME, the Instinct.

RP Blog for a DC OC!

THIS POST IS OUT OF CHARACTER, THE IN CHARACTER POST WILL COME SOON!

INFO HERE:

Real name: Kaze Ulfurn. Nickname: Swift. Hero name: InstinctPowers: wolfwalker powers with my own flair, however he also can fly, fight, and have these blue energy abilities for Reasons That Will Be Explained Later. FIRST, WOLFWALKERS EXPLAINED:

(The powers of these wolfwalkers were mainly taken from the wolfwalkers movie, btw)

Senses - In both Human and Wolf form, Wolfwalkers have unique senses. In human form, a Wolfwalker can see the scent of a living being and the human form of another Wolfwalker that is in wolf form. In wolf form, the Wolfwalker can see, smell, hear, and even feel things humans cannot. Wolfwalkers can even see scents surrounding living creatures as color. Wolfwalkers are also able to feel the vibrations in the earth to sense the movements of anyone or anything nearby.

Astral Shapeshifting - Wolfwalkers don't always physically shapeshift into wolves, but rather their spirits (or souls) vacate their human bodies while they are asleep and their spirit becomes a physical wolf (child Wolfwalkers' wolf forms are slightly smaller than normal wolves while adult Wolfwalkers can be bigger than horses in wolf form). In order to return to being human, the Wolfwalker must be near their human body and the wolf spirit will return to its human body, and the Wolfwalker will wake up as their human self again. Wolfwalkers must be careful in their wolf forms, for any injuries they suffer will appear on their human bodies too. A Wolfwalker's appearance doesn't necessarily match their human form, though they can.

However, it is shown that a Wolfwalker doesn't always need to leave their body, as Mehb was shown shifting without leaving her body, simply changing a flash of gold-colored light. Healing - Wolfwalkers can heal injuries by touching or holding their hands over the wounded and sharing their energy with them. For more serious injuries, more wolves need to share their energy, not just Wolfwalkers. If a Wolfwalker dies in wolf form, their human body will die with them.If a wolfwalker suffers a deadly wound in wolf form, the wolf form will turn into a spirit, float back to the human body and return to it, and the wound will appear on the human body but could still be healed by the entire pack with at least two or three wolfwalkers aiding the healing process, or even a particularly strong wolfwalker alone. It is implied that all normal wolves, have healing powers, but choose to hide it or simply not use them unless needed. Biting - If a Wolfwalker bites a human, the human can become a Wolfwalker themselves. It is implied that even if the Wolfwalker heals the bite immediately, the bitten human will still become a Wolfwalker after all. The chances of becoming a Wolfwalker after being bitten is about 40/100, but still, most Wolfwalkers are careful, but adult wolfwalkers in fact have control of whether a bite initiates the change.

Wild Magic - Though not elaborated on, the Wolfwalkers clearly have a power over some kind of Wild Magic, as Móll, Mebh and the Wolves' Den was hidden behind a thick wall of vines and flora yet it would part to allow the wolfwalkers and wolves through. It is also possible that the wolfwalkers can summon rain as the pack apparently did while they were healing Móll and the rain extinguished the fires set by the Lord Protector's soldiers.

The carvings and pictograms on the walls and stones of the Den were lit with the Wild Magic's golden energy when in the presence of Wolfwalkers or when they were wielding their magic. it glowed when they howled.

Wild magic can also do a wolfwalkers bidding, like making a shield, throwing something away, trapping something, becoming invisible, making illusions or��such, and more. It's harder for younger wolfwalkers to control it.

OK, GIF TIME

This was all stolen from the 2020 movie 'Wolfwalkers'.

CREDIT GOES TO THEM

First up: the two ways of shifting

Next, shifting back:

HEALING (TERE ARE MANY WAYS, AND I ADDED MY OWN FLAIR TO SOME PARTS, BUT YEAH:

SENSES:

EXAMPLE OF THE WHOLE WILD MAGIC THING:

ANYWAYS, BACK TO KAZE

Description: In human form, he's a pale, thin, slightly small for his age 12-year-old with brown hair and green eyes. In wolf form, he's a dark silvery wolf pup with bright green eyes, black nose, and black paw pads.

Bio:

Swift/Instinct comes from a secretive line of Wolfwalkers. Like all Wolfwalkers, he has heightened wolf senses, wolf speed and strength, and he can become a wolf.

His father (Daniel Ulfurn) and mother (Allia Ulfurn/Breck) were both wolfwalkers, and he inherited the wolfwalker side from them.

Wolfwalkers are now scarce and since his parents' death at some random villain's hands, Kaze's never met another one of his kind.

When Kaze was wandering the streets after his apartment building collapsed, killing his parents, he suddenly saw a huge spirit, a black wolf with yellow eyes.

The Black Wolf walked right up to him and then turned around and walked off, signaling him to follow.

The Back Wolf led him to a small cave, and deep in the cavern he found an old wolfwalker hideout, where no doubt his now dead pack had hidden in the olden days when hiding like that was a good idea.

Kaze saw a strange glowing blue stone in the centre and was drawn to it. He touched it and instantly there was an explosion of blue energy, and Kaze blacked out.

When he woke up, he was still in the cave, but he couldn't see The Black Spirit Wolf. He then noticed blue energy gathering around his hands.

As he learned, some wolfwalkers are born with these powers- to create a ball of blue energy as a projectile, to use this energy like lightning at times, basically they have energy powers and their senses are even more heightened now.

Kaze always had the powers- just The Black Wolf and the stone had triggered them.

Anyway, Kaze spent the next years as a street kid, occasionally being caught and forced by CPS to go to school and foster homes, but he would always just run away again.

He didn't tell the other street kids his real name, like:

"What's your name?" "Not telling." "Well we have to call you something." "I dunno."

After a few weeks, his fast and sly ways got him the nickname 'Swift' and it changed to:

"What's your name?" "Everyone calls me Swift."

"Ok."

Kaze's a good-to-honest street child. He's slept in abandoned buildings, on rooftops, in the sewers, all those places.

He stole food if he couldn't find any in the trash, occasionally worked odd jobs and bought money or clothes off that, sometimes stole money from people he saw being jerks, hid from the police, was very violent with the bullies, got into street fights, chilled with the gangsters at times and mostly the other street kids.

He didn't really join any gangs, though. He just wandered on his own.

All this while learning to control his new powers and his regular ones, since he was only 6 when his parents died.

Swift is still gaining full control over the energy powers, like sometimes he has a very hard time shoving it down, but against all odds, he's managed to hide it from everybody.

Oh, and The Black Wolf has also reappeared at times, helping him usually, like leading him to a hiding spot, a trash can with food, or a place that will give him money if he works. Once he got trapped in a burning building and The Black Wolf appeared and led him out.

Once he slipped and fell on a river and got trapped under the ice while wandering in wolf form. He saw The Black Wolf, running on the ice above him, and swam to The Wolf- The Wolf led him to a thin patch of ice and Swift managed to burst through before drowning.

After a while, Swift decided to pick up the vigilante thing. He managed to work enough odd jobs to pay a random old gangster to make a thick dark blue suit, one that covers all of him, with black mask that has two points, meant to resemble two wolf ears pointed back, and added claws to his hands.

The guy who made the suit was sworn to secrecy and he won't tell, honestly.

Now, at night and sometimes day, going by the name of Instinct, Swift prowls the streets and gets the jump on lower criminals. He leaves the ones who only do the bare minimum, the ones he knows are only doing this for survival or food, but drug lords, traffickers, crime lords who use their power for the bad? watch out, because Instinct is on the scent.

HONESTLY THOUGH, SWIFT/INSTINCT IS A FULL-ON FERAL CHILD. He will bite. He will growl and snarl.

ALL THE CRIMINALS OF GOTHAM KNOW ABOUT IS:

Instinct often attacks the lower real criminals and usually avoids the muggers that only take food or are only trying to get by.

They know that he has these energy powers. They have also seen his eyes glow.

Seems to have crazy senses, based on the fact that he seems to hear, sense, or see a criminal before they even sense him, and some criminals swear they seem him sniff the air sometimes.

He's small in size. The criminals are convinced that Instinct is either a child or a teen.

Has this this strange "aaaaoooooooooooo!" battle cry. He's also said to have growled, snarled, clawed, and been generally feral when fighting.

He's scared of adults. The criminals somehow know this.

He knows street slang, terms, and talk. If he's not being a pure feral, he's talking how all street types talk. A true Gothamite.

Once in the middle of a fight, someone tried to grab him around the head and he bit them.

And that he's scared of the other vigilantes for some reason as far as the criminal community can tell. Due to some incidents and near-encounters the criminals have seen or had.

Also, actually, he IS TERRIFIED of being found by any of the Bats or other heroes.

He's genuinely terrified. And he has severe trust issues with adults and other people, the streets are not a nice place.

At times's he's a feral lil $h#%. will 100% bite.

I THINK THAT'S ALL.....?

Anyway, that's the OC that will be taking over this blog!

BTW: this was inspired by:

@babsggordon @not-tim-drake @arkhambird @officialbruciewayne @bludhavens-finest

@the-blueprint-robin @timblrdrake @damian-al-ghul-wayne

(IN CHARACTER POST)

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kamari3 · 4 months ago

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This is a vent post.

I saw this post about wanting to bring back the energy and vibes and community that was in the 2016 era of the UTMV community. And at first I was elated. I joined the fandom in 2017 and I look back fondly on the community I found myself in. Lots of fanfic comments. Lots of RP Roleplays. Lots of Askblog activity and in-character answers and all these wonderful things.

Yes, there were toxic and mean things too. There always are. But I never really found myself in any of it. I only remember the fun and the joy.

And I initially reblogged that post excitedly responding to it. And I went to the blog to see if they posted anything else good.

And I saw their DNI. "Proship DNI".

Their pinned post literally said to me "hey disclaimer just so you know 'i dont support harassment', but if you (also) dont support harassment, if you enjoy shipping, if you think censorship is bad, then don't talk to me because I think youre a terrible person and deserve being harassed."

And they wonder why the 2016 era of UTMV died.

I would have loved to interact. I would have loved to gush about AUs and fanworks and art. But that person left a big sign saying they think I deserve hate for enjoying fiction and that they dont want to talk to me.

Like. Bro. That is kinda the reason youre not getting 2016 UTMV back. You dont wanna associate with "nasty proship" people. Who uh. sorta made UTMV. UTMV (and lets face it, fandom in general) was built on the backs of Proshippers. (although that is sort of an anachronistic statement -- the idea of "proshipping" is new because it was the default, expected political stance. it wasnt "proship vs anti", it was "everyone (aka proship) vs trolls and haters (aka anti)") Then a bunch of haters started being nasty to frans and papyra and fontcest shippers, and puritanical rhetoric ripped apart what was left of the fandom after art theft and the tumblr purge drove the artists away.

The fandom isnt going to knit itself back together unless we foster a community mindset, which we can only do if we all agree to ship-and-let-ship. Block and mute tags you dont like, learn to recognize when an AU isnt for you, and dont play in tags you dont actually like.

But like, just because I like the color Green doesnt mean I cant appreciate Blue or Red. You can hate Green all you want but alienating Green likers is just going to make it harder to live in a society where nobody is making you like Green.

I dunno I just feel like its not fair to ask for a community effort and simultaneously condemn the very people who would have been part of your community for not being good enough for you. It's mean spirited. It's rude. It's cruel.

I want 2017 UTMV back. I would be more than happy to get to see 2016 UTMV with my own eyes. But it isnt coming back, because it takes people to make a community and nobody wants to make a community welcoming and safe.

#vent #discorse #kamari3thoughts

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berniesrevolution · 2 years ago

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IN THESE TIMES

DES MOINES, Iowa — Wearing bright yellow Crocs, carrying a backpack and holding a clipboard stacked with papers, Ahmed Musa listens intently to a student. You would be forgiven for thinking Mr. Musa was a student himself; it is “staff dress like a student” day during spirit week at Theodore Roosevelt High School, and Mr. Musa looks the part.

Then again, Mr. Musa, 24, was a Roosevelt student not too long ago. He graduated in 2017.

He is talking with senior Jackie in a second floor hallway. She is animated, her purple and white braids falling across her baby blue N95 mask as she explains a problem. She is the president of the K-Club and there was an incident among members. The K-Club, she says, is about all things K-pop, from Korean music to food to movies to fashion. Mr. Musa laughs — he thought it was the “Kulture Club.”

Jackie goes on to give a broad overview of the situation: Racist and homophobic memes were posted in the group’s online chat of several dozen members. Tempers flared and arguments spilled over from social media into the classroom. Then a shouting match erupted during a club meeting. Fortunately, it didn’t come to blows. Members contacted the club’s teacher-advisor who contacted the school’s “restorative practices” team.

As a restoration facilitator, Mr. Musa’s job is to listen to problems and help students find solutions. Talking with Jackie that morning was the first step (a “prerestorative conference”) toward a formal “restorative circle.” Restorative circles are a group activity meant to help repair harm and restore relationships.

Jackie was one of several students I spoke with during two week-long visits to Roosevelt this year — once in the spring and once in the fall — to witness the school’s implementation of its new restorative practices program. Vanessa, a freshman struggling with the transition from remote learning during Covid, and Yonathan, a sophomore caught with drugs and weapons at school, were also among them. (Students involved in the RP program are referred to by first name to protect their privacy.)

Before the pandemic, armed officers known as “school resource officers,” or SROs, from the Des Moines Police Department would patrol the school hallways. But during the summer of racial justice marches and protests after the police murder of George Floyd, students, parents and community members spoke out against SROs at Des Moines School Board meetings. In the end, the police contract with the schools was terminated. After scrambling to make remote schooling work during the long, mournful slog of the pandemic, Des Moines Public Schools (DMPS) were left to find a way to reimagine school safety — and fast.

The district moved quickly to implement restorative practices, an increasingly popular educational model for school safety, violence prevention and mediation.

The 2021 – 2022 school year was a huge opportunity with the highest of stakes: DMPS could become one of the only districts in the nation to succeed in concurrently removing SROs and implementing restorative practices, or the district and its students could be thrown into crisis.

Restorative practices (RP) derive from “restorative justice,” which is used to bring together, in mutual agreement for mediation, the victim and the perpetrator of an offense. The goal is typically restitution for harm caused while helping the perpetrator restore community ties.

In education, “practices” is often swapped in for “justice” because it involves children who aren’t in criminal proceedings. Formal conflict resolution, after a dispute or rule-breaking, does play a role, but RP is also proactive, explains Anne Gregory, a Rutgers professor and one of the nation’s leading RP experts.

One core proactive practice is “check and connect.” This might be as simple as having teachers and staff say hi to each student as they enter the school, or asking a student between classes how their day is going. When there’s an issue, students can then sit down with a trusted adult to build “their own insight into themselves and what’s driving their behavior,” Gregory says.

Gregory emphasizes that relationship building is a two-way street. These micro-interactions of “check and connect” also change how teachers see students. They undermine “overgeneralization [and] negative stereotyping” and create space for understanding, Gregory says. When a student has “attendance problems,” for example, the right mindset involves “thinking about and understanding what’s going on for the family of that student that morning in getting out the door” — which is a “very different approach,” Gregory adds, from “sending a police officer to your house the fourth time you’re truant.”

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#politics #the left #in these times #education #Public Schools #progressive #progressive movement

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doublejango · 2 months ago

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Starter for our beloved daddy hoot hoot, @stolas-arsgoetia-rp

"From what I understand," the smooth-voiced bastard purred, his taloned foot pressing down harder on Blitz's windpipe, "you don't have the... shall we say, protection? That you once enjoyed. Did you think, little imp, that the rest of us wouldn't notice? That we were unaware of what Stolas was doing?" One of the Goetia's toes curled in, digging the talon in harder against Blitz's throat; if the imp's skin weren't so tough, it would already have torn open, but it was already on the verge as it was.

Blitz's feet scrabbled uselessly against the ground, but his hands were both wrapped around Vepar's leg. Snarling, he squeezed as hard as he could--but he was learning. Fuck, he was learning. He knew now just how gentle Stolas had always been with him, how careful. The Goetia were Hellborn, but they were so far above the imps when it came to their powers, their strength, their resilience... If Stolas has wanted to, ever wanted to, he could have crushed Blitz like an insect and never needed to look back, and all of Blitz's strength would've been useless to stop him--just as it was now, barely enough to even slow this fucker down. Still, he wasn't going to give up. Snarling, he squeezed and twisted, digging his own claws in as hard as he could.

"Yeah, birdboy? You like watching, huh?" Blitz's eyes were half-lidded as he said it, his grin one of pure suggestion, despite the fact that he might well be fighting for his damned life here. "I never figured you for the type, but hey, what do I know? Those who can't, watch. Or something like that."

"It's those who can't do, teach," Vepar corrected in exasperation. He pushed harder, leaning into it. "What did Stolas see in you?"

That actually got through to Blitz, a question that touched on too damn much trauma--a question that immediately triggered the anger. "Maybe he liked someone else seeing him," he snapped, and he bucked as hard as he could--not to get this beautiful damn bird off of him, because that wasn't going to work, but to get his tail out from under himself. His tail, and the weapon clipped around the spade, which this arrogant fucking bird probably hadn't noticed.

Vepar laughed. His rich voice was so low and warm, but the laugh came out as a titter, light and airy and sweet.

Blitz hated it. Someone who was trying to fucking kill him shouldn't sound so sweet.

"What is there to look at, imp? As far as Goetia go, Prince Stolas really is rather plain. He's--" But whatever else the bird might have been about to say was choked off by a screech of shocked pain.

Blitz snarled, thrusting the blade in deeper to the man's thigh with every ounce of strength his damn tail possessed. And the second he felt the foot on his throat lose its grip, he twisted free, rolling away entirely from the beautiful monster. Now would be the time to run--but that would be the smart choice.

Blitz wasn't known for making those.

Vepar was gripping his leg, black blood pumping out and flowing down. He looked up in surprise and seemed to be about to say something--and Blitz bowled into him. This fucker had abducted him. Mocked him. Tried to kill him. Mocked Stolas. After how horrible the last few weeks had been since Verosika's party, low as Blitz's spirits were, worn down as his resilience was, he was done. Done, done, done, done....

It was early morning, just before the sky would begin to lighten towards its usual red, that Blitz came to. When he tried to sit up, his head and neck seemed to explode with pain, throbbing and stiff. Swearing under his breath, he pushed himself to a sitting position. His entire body hurt, it felt trashed, but he was alive. For a moment, he didn't understand why he hadn't expected to be alive...

But then he saw the feathers.

Beautiful iridescent blue-green feathers, strewn across a marble floor. Blood everywhere. Some of that had to be Blitz's, he was torn to shreds, but more of is, so much more, had to belong to the Goetia laying there...

Motionless.

Blitz's eyes widened and everything in him went still. He stared, willing the man to move, to breathe--but he didn't. After long minutes passed, each an eternity, Blitz finally started to crawl towards him. The blood under his hands was cold, sticky, half-dry. The feathers stuck to him. He was vaguely aware of his own wounds, gouges and lacerations all over him, but he couldn't stop to think about them. He had to know...

Hand trembling, he reached out and rested it on Vepar's chest--and immediately covered his mouth with his other hand, to keep in his horrified cursing. Vepar was cold. There was no life in that body. No life, no movement, nothing. He was cold and dead.

Don't panic. Don't fucking panic. You just... you just murdered a fucking Duke or whatever the fuck he was, you just murdered a Goetia, it's fine. It's fine. It's fine... don't... just... just keep your shit together. He was going to be fucking executed for this. He--fuck. Fuck. Blitz started digging through Vepar's feathers. He didn't remember how the fight ended, but it obviously had ended, and it had been his victory, and--

There.

Buried in the Goetia's stomach. A glittering angelic-steel blade, of sorts. A beautifully filigreed spade-cap, made to clip around the end of his tail, deadly-sharp on both sides... and it had gone up through the Goetia's belly and into his heart.

With shaking hands and huge eyes, Blitz pulled it out. He put it back on, not wanting to carry it. The Duke's blood, dripping from it, weighed it down more than ever. Fuck, it was a newer weapon to him, but it was so light, and he had only just started wearing it and--when did I do this? When did I kill him? HOW? How...?

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Blitz got to his feet, shaking. Hating this. He remembered taunting the fucker, remembered the start of the fight...

A sharp sound made him jump, then swear. It sounded like pots and pans were starting to be clattered in the kitchen. Of course. This fucker probably had staff. They were going to get up for the day and fucking, and fucking find him.

Blitz smashed through the nearest window without a second thought.

He should have gone home. He really, really should have gone fucking home. He meant to go home. But home was so far away, and when he passed by Stolas's palace, the familiar longing, the ache of the lost happiness, the realization that after this shit, he was never going to get to see him again because there was no way these fuckers weren't going to find him...

Blitz climbed the fence. It didn't matter that his wounds were starting to ache, that he could feel slit flesh gaping open. It didn't matter that his hands felt cold and numb, or that his tail still felt strange and heavy with the weight of the life he had taken. He just needed to see Stolas one more time. And given how early it was, Stolas was probably still asleep. Which meant as long as Blitz was quiet, as long as he just perched on the balcony railing and watched, maybe he could get a few minutes of pretending before everything fell apart.

He wasn't particularly graceful, but he made it up to the balcony off Stolas's bedroom and hunched there, like the worst sort of gargoyle, looking in at the darkened space. He didn't even know if Stolas was in there, but all the same, just being here... it felt... It felt like... Fuck. Blitz swallowed down the rising tide of emotion.

Just a few minutes. Just a few minutes, and then he would go.

#before the nightmare ends

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thinktankbigmt · 4 months ago

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for some reason I think a spirit box would be effective in translating Dr 8’s speech. My other idea is giving him a drum machine and programming in common phrases for him to use. Or just giving him arms so he can work either a text to speech device or just write things down, unless his injuries have also made his writing difficult to read as well.

[THANK YOU]

#fallout rp #old world blues #dr 8 #yippie he can talk now #the spirit reader sucked balls not Dr 8

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ch1meraa · 8 months ago

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A very heart-wrenching scene from an rp with a friend. Vic is being shown the footage of the aftermath of him being given an experimental drug by GHOST. Here’s the scene that inspired the drawing;

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The reality of the situation hit Vic like cold water as his vision cleared, the ringing in his head died down, voices came into focus, as did everything else - including the blue-white light of the room he was in. Naturally, he looked down and began to struggle against his bonds, even despite that he had no strength left at all, his movements were violent enough that he broke one of the bonds holding him and further damaged one of his arms in the process.

“**Secure him, for fuck’s sake.**”” Lena spat at one of the masked scientists, who were clearly unfamiliar with the Cyborg. The next thing Vic felt was the strangest sensation he’d ever experienced in his life. With the push of a button, the cables in his head delivered targeted electrical signals into specific regions of his brain, completely paralysing his body from the neck down.

He blinked in shock, not even able to communicate the fear he was feeling as he could not move an inch. Victor was no coward though. He had experienced worse and he was not going to be broken easily. He regained his composure and wordlessly stared ahead as he heard them approach.

“…*’You’re looking well’*, Victor~” Lena mocked, reminding him of why she hated him so, as well as being as potently sarcastic as possible all in the space of one sentence. Vic looked deathly.

Silas didn’t seem to notice, he was too busy making note of what a shame it was going to be to *waste* such a weapon… He hardly noticed that Vic was even human at all.

“Such a feat of engineering and biomechanics~ I am pleased to meet you at last, Victor. Allow me to introduce myself briefly, I am Silas. See me and mine as ah, the clean-up crew. Don’t be alarmed, my men are well trained but nobody here is going to harm you.. That is, unless you *make* them want to harm you..”

Vic’s eyes narrowed under his brow, his jaw set and clenched as he simply stared ahead, allowing his eyes to close for a moment of intense frustration before finally turning his face toward the man who called himself Silas. He noticed Lena standing there and scoffed, allowing himself to grin as he laid his head back.

“…What’ll it be this time, Lena? What, pray tell, the fuck….” Vic lamented, almost deliriously with his voice cracking as he grinned at his pathetic, exhaustive situation.

He soon looked toward Silas as Lena circled around the bed, obviously taking her time for the sheer *fun* of seeing Victor so helpless.

“Silas, is it? Well Si, why don’t you hop up on my lap and *swivel*~ Then, you and your …heh, ‘boys’ here can show me how good of a ‘clean up crew�� you *really* are. Cunt.” Vic seethed out, the venom in his voice as cold as ice and sharper than frostbite. He coldly spat at Silas’s feet, getting him on his ever-so-shiny boots. He was fully beyond giving a fuck anymore at this point and went back to chuckling to himself.

Silas looked down at his boots, not expecting such spirit, but Lena was furious, as ever. If only she could find a way to *silence* that mouth of his…

She stormed over, closing the gap between herself and the scientist, grabbed him under his jaw and then back-handed him across the face as hard as she could.

“Now I have your attention, you *might* wanna shut the fuck up, because I’ve got a *cute* little video, you might wanna see.” Lena whispered to him, as she then turned her attention to the screen. She lifted the remote, it started playing ….the same scream he’d been hearing in his nightmares for days, the same fragments of the fight with Sky he’d also re-lived, were now playing before him in what looked like 4K…. His face changed in an instant as the sound made him jump, the piercing cries and now, *the footage* of what he did as well. Before Vic could even begin to process what he was seeing, his eyes were blinking tears that ran down his face as he watched and listened in abject terror.

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Vic and Lena (C) me

Sky (C) Turtwap

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