#cryo's halloween!

[cryo-a]

trick or treat!

Credits to my cousins for the poses

(Note these are taken from a randomized wheel)

[tevanbuckley]

that's how those hats are supposed to fit. if it were any bigger it would ride back on his head which is fine for a working cowboy but would be sloppy for a Ranger. it's supposed to sit high and straight

counterpoint: this is a tv show, why is an ugly hat where they've drawn the line for accuracy?

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 12

Danny moves to Gotham for college, much to Jazzs horror. To be fair he got a good scholarship that payed for his entire tuition and 80% of his living expenses. He was still on his own for a lot of stuff like clothing, furniture and text books.

So Danny, being the son of mad scientists who sell thier inventions, begins making mad scientists things like shrink rays and cryo guns whatnot for domestic use and selling them to the general public. His parents are so proud when they hear and Danny is doing everything he can to stay on the legal side of things.

Half the bats are convinced hes evil and the other half are browsing his online store (actually tim is doing that regardless of which side he's on) and buying stuff.

Danny wasn't making much at first but after people found out they were legit and were safe to use and have built in things to prevent them from harming people, they began selling out fast. All of them are too weak to be used as weapons but can be used for things like instant ice cubes, shrinking/growing furniture for moving or just making it more comfortable, ect.

Aka Danny becomes gothams Domestic Mad Scientist

[mielwriting]

My thoughts on the 5.0 livestream

Disappointed Mavuika appears to be another pyro claymore. Was really hoping for a 5 star pyro sword. Would also help make connections to Bennett, since he's the only other pyro sword.

Props to those who predicted Il Capitano would be a cryo user!

Also props to whoever predicted the Archon Quests would follow the pattern shown in the Mond prologue: that is, first we learn about the Abyss Order as enemies, then we focus on the Fatui for a while, then the Abyss Order comes back into focus closer to the final showdown. It seems they’re getting a much bigger focus in the Natlan archon quest!

Also, wow, so we already know Natlan and Mondstadt have weird connections - Now we know they have another one: Natlan and Mondstadt are the only 2 nations the Abyss Order is interested in. 

Hey look a pale npc with dreadlocks

Love the greater focus on the Mandarin language! Very nice for a learner

Furina wasn’t biologically an archon, so her hair didn’t glow - she had that glowy fabric in the back of her outfit to kinda hide that. Mavuika is a really nice contrast - her entire head of hair glows very bright! Not just the tips like previous archons

Was noticeable how they reframed the player feedback: “everyone’s very interested in our inspirations for Natlan” as a corporate translation of everyone’s anger over the whitewashing and Spirit Halloween-ifying

Still disappointed in the pyro archon’s leather biker suit

Someone more familiar with Genshin’s music look into this - but around 34:10 when they started answering the question “will someone be resurrected” does the music resemble more the music from La Signora’s funeral video?

Wonder about the original Mandarin titles for the Archon Quest acts - Because “Flowers Resplendent on the Sun-Scorched Sojourn” sounds so cool - and then Act 2 is “Black Stone under a White Stone”. It’s just comically simple compared to the big words that are usually in genshin titles

Also really interested in the Ancient Names thing. I’m almost certain it’s something taken from a real-life culture, and should really research more into that. 

Did I understand that right? They’re gonna give us Kachina for free, just like we got Amber and Kaeya and Lisa back in Mondstadt? 

All 3 of the new 5.0 characters mark regional specialties, and also have additional exploration benefits!

Wow you can really see the effect that Wuthering Waves had on Genshin

And Test Run finally lets you test out the effects of the characters in an open-world environment!

Traveler will not get the pyro element this update - but it sounds like that’s a possibility for once the Archon Quest has finished?

So I noticed that the 2 new Geo characters we’ll get - Kachina  and the tall lady - both come from the same tribe - the one associated with rocks and such. Makes me wonder if it’s possible to even get a vision that doesn’t correspond to your tribe’s element. 

Really seems like the cultural elements here are more simplified “everyone in this tribe loves music” “everyone in this tribe loves extreme sports” “everyone in this tribe loves mining” where’s the complexity. 

I shall add capybaras to my teapot!

Yay another Dodoco event! I really enjoyed the one last year

They’re also giving out extra rewards for completing archon and story quests within the 6 week release - including giving us a lot of the ascension materials to get to level 60!

Did find it funny when one guy was explaining all the new benefits and the other is like, “wait, this is Genshin Impact? All this cool stuff is in Genshin Impact?” Like yeah Wuthering Waves bred innovation!

FREE STANDARD FIVE STAR EVERY YEAR

I already have Tighnari, Dehya, and Keqing. I don’t really want any of their constellations, so my choice is between Qiqi, Mona, Jean, and Diluc. I don’t want Qiqi, and I don’t need Mona since I already have Furina. It’s down to Jean or Diluc. Jean’s ability to push people away looks really fun, and I can certainly think of places where I would’ve loved to have that skill. However, I have wanted Diluc since the very first time we played him in that trial run during the Mond archon quest. I also already have Kaeya, Rosaria, and Venti, so completing the Angel’s Share team would be cool. My only hesitation is that his gameplay will probably be outdone by Mavuika. But leaks have said she might not release til January, when I was expecting her in November (however leaks also said Emilie was part of Hexenzirkel they aren’t always right).

Love that Oratrice Mechanique d’Analyse Cardinale made it into the stream

BEFORE Khoi Dao repeated that phrase, I did not know he spoke French. But I could hear his actual good French-speaking accent when he said it, and turns out he does indeed speak it! Cool!

Yippee!

Zach Aguilar and Khoi Dao are a great comedic duo

LOVE to hear Brittany Lauda talk about relating to her character, Chiori, for both being seen as intimidating - I specifically relate to Chiori for her basic facial expressions, her bluntness, her acceptance of her quirks, and difficulty making friends because of those traits. Just really glad to hear I’m not the only one. 

The English voice actor for Lumine actually has a twin brother?! 

Amber Lee Conners appeared at the end of the stream, so this is a good place to say how AMAZING her voice acting as Furina is. Just listening to her voice lines and hearing the difference between her acting confident and her actual, recovering-from-depression self is a clear display of talent. Always a treat to listen to. 

Jenny Yokobori (Yoimiya VA) having worked as a pyrotechnician! Cool! 

And her sharing the bond with her character for their dads. So sweet.

Let Erika Harlacher-Stone sing as Venti more!

The Clorinda VA Crystal Lee also loves Tabletop Games!

[thedupshadove]

Would Batman Rogues Tamper With Halloween Candy?

Joker: Plants just enough evidence to make it look like maybe 1 out of 100 pieces of candy will have Joker toxin in them, watches Gotham whip itself into a frenzy and deny itself and its children their Halloween fun, then hijacks the news the next morning to reveal that he hadn't spiked anything at all--the reveal ends with a play on the two meanings of "sucker".

Riddler: The stubborn pervasiveness of such a blatant falsehood annoys him so much that he refuses to dignify it by making it true.

Catowman: That is simply not her M.O.

Penguin: Representative of the "Drugs cost money, why would I hand them out to people with no money who won't be able to identify or trace what they got high on?" camp. That said, he might squeeze in on a technicality, because any candy manufacturer that he owns is definitely breaking all the FDA regulations.

Poison Ivy: Maybe dosing the children of high-level corporate execs with the illnesses their waste production sets loose on third-world countries? But more likely she's shoring up her resources to combat the Yearly Evergreen Massacre.

Mr. Freeze: Would this advance research into curing Nora's illness? Would it bring in money he could use to keep the cryo-chamber running? Then why would he do it?

Mad Hatter: Yes, absolutely, no question about it. But not for any of the more sordid reasons that one might suspect. No, this is a showcase for his skill with hallucinogens, rather than outright control, as well as his misapplied sense of whimsey. The very city of Gotham itself is going as Wonderland for Halloween...whether it likes it or not.

Scarecrow: Contrives to lace every single piece of candy in the city with a highly diluted form of fear toxin, that raises your pulse and tickles the back of your neck and makes the shadows looks a little deeper, in the name of fostering the "Halloween spirit".

[loreleismusings99]

Late Night Repairs

In which the quiet becomes a bit too much for Mark to handle.

Hi folks, I'm back for a little bit because I really wanted to participate in #spookyseasoninthebarrens2024 by @jmathesonandsiblings so I wrote this quick little thing for my baby girl, Mark! :3

This is for prompt 6: Haunted House

Happy Halloween, y'all 👻

Warnings: isolation, auditory/visual/tactile hallucinations, grief, fear/anxiety, hopelessness, brief discussion of sleep deprivation, description of someone suffering/dying from suffocation/asphyxia, discussion of death, eye horror, blood, missing loved ones, angst (technically). Please, please, please let me know if I missed anything that should be added to this list.

The soft beeps of the CO2 scrubber’s emergency alarm are deceptively loud and make Mark jump as it cuts through the impossibly still silence that comes with the night. One thing he still hasn’t gotten used to after being here for 23 days is how dead nighttime is on Mars. The increased thermal energy that comes with the sun usually yields soft winds that lightly rustle the HAB canvas and make small clouds of sand hit the airlock door, making it sound like he’s inside a rain stick. Once the sun sets though, an eerie silence creeps in with the sunset’s cold, blue, Mie-scattered light. 

Maybe he’s just really missing having his crewmates with him, but he’s quickly started to hate the stillness that comes with living on a dead planet by himself. The more unsavory side effects of his isolation are much more unbearable--there’s something about not knowing when his solitude will end that makes the emptiness of his surroundings so much worse than the isolation training module he went through back on Earth. For the past few nights, every other corner he turns has an extra shadow he didn’t account for; the occasional puff of wind feels just a little too much like a hand and the whirring of the water reclaimer and heating unit running sounds devastatingly like a murmur. It was easier to ignore the first couple of nights--filling the silence as best as he could with episodes of Happy Days and Commander Lewis’s disco. Sometimes though--when he needs to charge his iPad or when he hyper-focuses on his work and forgets to turn something on to fill the space with more than the sounds of his breathing and the rustling of tools--his mind fills the void for him. Sometimes it’s a persistent ringing in his ears, others it’s a convincing recreation of Martinez’s laugh muffled by the walls of the HAB and his memory, making him tear through the HAB trying to find his friend only to be met with nothing but his loneliness. 

He finishes typing out his log for the day, outlining the maintenance tasks he completed to keep his tragically high-tech tomb operational (if he’s gonna die here, he might as well do so warm and breathing clean air), and stands up out of his chair with a strained groan. Scratching at the stubble growing on his cheek, Mark walks across the main room of the HAB bubble to the complaining machine and takes off the white panel hiding the ducts, intake valves, and pumps of the robust Four Bed CO2 scrubber. The mechanical engineer takes some time listening to the motors and pressure-driven sounds of the machine, trying to locate a clue as to what part of the damn thing is blocked up this time. A soft whistle coming from the interface between the pre-cooler and a pipe connecting it to bed A-2 catches Mark’s attention, and he sees a small chunk of ice growing around the collar keeping the pipe in place at the valve. 

“Well there’s your problem,” Mark utters under his breath as he turns the apparatus off using a panel immediately to the right of the box containing it and slips on a pair of cryo-gloves before touching the parts surrounding the cooling element, lightly dusting off the collection of ice crystals surrounding the collar before carefully removing it and cleaning the ice clogging the mouth of the duct. He re-mates the duct and the valve, torquing it back to a satisfying tension, and turns the machine back on, the pumps chugging away happily now that the blockage is gone. 

Mark nods and puts the cover back onto the front of the scrubber’s casing before turning around to append a record of the repair to the end of his log. Or, he would if he wasn’t frozen in place staring out the porthole in the airlock door across the room from him. The scene outside is dark and barely perceivable due to the small diameter of the window and the contrast of the bright LED lights, but your piercing stare is something he’s profoundly accustomed to seeing--just… not outside the HAB’s airlock. He tries to move but the muscles in his legs merely twitch uselessly with the idea of walking towards the glass of the porthole. He tries to blink, but an impending sense of doom prevents him from attempting to break the unexpected eye contact. His heart clenches agonizingly in his chest, and he can feel the beginnings of a sob bubble up from his chest. Logically he knows this is a hallucination--likely made worse by stress and sleep deprivation--but that doesn’t stop him from calling out to you in a horse, pitiful squeak. His knees buckle slightly before the lights above him flicker and shut off, plunging him and the phantom image of you into near-full darkness.

 Your face is now only dimly illuminated by a light that didn’t go out at the center of the room, but it’s enough for Mark to see angry red petechiae begin to bloom across your face, lips, and the delicate skin surrounding your now blood-shot eyes. The warmth drains from your face and his ears begin to ring as he watches you open your mouth, frothy and bloody fluid pouring beyond your lips. He’s shaking now as he watches you scream silently at him through the fluid pouring down your chin, pins and needles accosting his hands and feet as he finally musters the strength to turn away from your dying, angry visage and squeeze his eyes shut.  

“This--this isn’t real, there’s no one there…” he mutters to himself, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tries to calm his breathing down. He opens his eyes again to discover that the lights either turned back on or were never off in the first place and he starts to lower his hackles, the muscles in his neck and shoulders beginning to relax. Slowly, Mark turns back around and looks through the porthole to find nothing staring back at him. Mark lets out a relieved, shaky breath before running a hand down his face and walking back to his chair to update his log. Typing the details of his repair with shaking hands he begins to properly sob and has to pause, scooting the chair back and winding an arm around his middle, the other raised to clasp his hand over his mouth to try to stop himself from screaming in grief and fear at both what his brain just conjured up and the very real possibility of never seeing you again and leaving you behind to mourn him. The force of his anguish makes him fold in on himself and he continues to sit there, trying to calm himself down at least for long enough to finish his log and get to bed. 

After a bit, he feels the temperature drop and a shiver shoots down his spine. He goes rigid and his sobs stop abruptly and a soft, high-pitched, and short-lived whistle coming from somewhere else in the HAB commands his attention. The same feeling of dread oozes back into his chest as he listens to faint taps sound from behind him, getting louder as whatever is creating them gets closer to his chair and stops, letting emptiness fill the soundscape of the main lab space. In the silence, Mark can hear the blood rushing in his ears and his shaky breathing. With his eyes closed it almost begins to feel like he’s in his space EVA suit back on the Hermes. The sound of his breathing tapers off as he quiets enough to hold his breath and try to listen for either the sounds of the HAB or anything that would alert him to the presence of… something, anything behind him. He’s about to let out his held breath when he feels shockingly cold fingers lightly wrap around the back of his neck, causing a terrified wail to rip out of his lungs as he stands up out of his chair and sees… nothing behind him. 

Mark continues to stand and stare silently at the false wall behind him, raising a hand to touch the warm skin of the back of his neck and feeling goosebumps bloom across it. He basks in the violently loud silence before the tension is broken by the sound of the HAB’s temperature control unit letting out a shrill, piercing tone alerting him to a new malfunction in its system.

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Thanks for reading!

works referenced:

4 Bed CO2 scrubber

The Martian Fan-Made Timeline

Wind on Mars

Sunsets on Mars -> Mie Scattering experiment!

Pathology of Asphyxial Death MAJOR CW: death, and suffocation both described in text and shown in images.

[kaletalecowboy]

Happy Halloween from the cryo captains and their mentees! <33

[fakegingerrights]

Frosted Kisses

[A/N: We got our first snow where I live A WEEK BEFORE HALLOWEEN AND IT SNOWED LIKE THREE FEET?!? Anyways, have some snowy fluff with Echo.]

Nobody would blame Echo for not liking the cold. Not after his experiences with Skywalker in Carbonite, before he 'died' the first time. Not after he spent years in a cryo-chamber under Techno Union control. Not after losing three of his limbs and receiving metal prosthetics that burned against his skin when they got too cold.

And really, they were right. Echo did hate the cold. However, he also loved the snow.

It was pretty, white and quiet and peaceful. Holed up behind a frosting window, he could watch it for hours. He was doing that now, really.

"Echo, darling, do you want some hot cocoa?" Your voice called from the kitchen, making him jump a little bit. He turned to look at you from where you were sticking your head out from behind the corner to look at him, grinning. "If you keep your face pressed against the window like that, you're gonna freeze your cheeks to the glass."

"Hot cocoa sounds wonderful." He smiled at you, going back to watching the snow fall outside the window. "It's snowing early this year."

"Do you want to go outside?" You asked, returning from the kitchen a couple minutes later with two steaming mugs.

“And sit there and freeze? I’ll pass. It’s pretty to watch.” He took his mug and sipped it carefully, sighing at the warmth in his chest it brought.

“It’s not the only pretty thing I see.” You tease, leaning down to steal a kiss. Your mouth was cool against his compared to the heat in his cocoa. Even still, more warmth made a home in he cheeks as he snickered into the kiss.

“Mesh’la I think you’re just seeing your reflection in the window.” Echo shifted over on the seat and patted the spot next to him. In your typical fashion, you chose throw your legs over his and tuck your head under his scomp-arm against him with a contented sigh. Echo just rolled his eyes, but he did press a kiss against the top of your head.

“What, you don’t think you’re pretty, Echo?”

At this you got a full chuckle from him. “Me? Hardly. I’ll bet there are Wyvern asses prettier than me.” He chuckled again at your huff, glancing out the window again.

“Well, maybe I’ll just have to keep calling you otherwise until you change your mind, Mesh’la.”

Echo choked on his cocoa, coughing as he set his mug on the windowsill. His face was properly red now, although that might just be from a lack of air as the couching turned into helpless laughter. “Ok, ok fine, I conceded. I’m not ugly.”

“Say you’re pretty.” You challenged, pulling yourself up so you’re sitting on him properly, straddling his metal knees and looking down at him.

“Beautiful, I don’t think this is-“

“Nah ah ah, say it.” You pushed, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. Echo sighed, the corner of his mouth lifting lazily.

“I am the prettiest clone in the galaxy. Happy.”

“I’m telling Hunter you said that.” You cackle, making Echo pout.

“Don’t.” He warned. “Mesh’la I’m serious, no.”

“Nope. Echo is the prettiest clone in the galaxy, he said it himself.” You stole another kiss, sliding back to your previous position and snuggling into his side. In the steam his mug had made on the window, you reached over and drew a heart, carefully writing Echo’s name in the middle. “Besides. He can’t change facts.” You snicker, kissing his cheek.

“You’re a trouble maker.”

“I’m yours, period.” You giggle, as he reaches over with his flesh arm and traces a second heart interlocking with yours, writing your name in the fog before taking his mug back for another drink. He made a face when he noticed it had started to cool.

“Hey, Echo?” You ask, drinking your own hot cocoa. “I love you.”

“I know.” Echo leaned down to press a kiss on your temple.

“I love you too.”

[toxicanonymity]

When will you update the new chapter for Left in Lincoln? I love it so much!!!

[ref: Left in Lincoln (dark!dbf x virgin) ] Thank you so much! It's not ready yet and I can't answer that, unfortunately. This is of course my own doing by having a cuckfest for nearly two weeks and planning to finish the chapter this weekend which did not go as planned IRL-wise. I love you so much and thank you for reading this series! I always want to give it my best self so I don't write it haphazardly here and there like I do everything else (except planned series) and have to be in a certain headspace.

Cucking Digest

May 2 - 14

Everything I've cucked Lincoln with since the last chapter. I used to cuck Silence has never been bought, too. That's how Night Walks was born to begin with.

The Regulars

Stepdad!Joel 4x: All Recipes / Halloween drabble / Hypothetically baiting him / Hypothetically he fucks your mom

Night Walks!Joel in two different decades: (2018) Night Drives (sketch uber driver) / Night Walks 6: Morning After

Trouble!Joel who came out of cryo just to cuck Lincoln: Halloween one-shot drabble

Free Use!Joel: Bail run (asleep) - consensual somnophilia

Thighs Out!Joel: at the beach (300) - exhibitionism

Raider!Joel: Hypothetical about mounting him when you're both captive but only he's in restraints (800) Closure to old ones

Patrol: Follow-up with virginity loss.

Peeping tom!Joel: Follow-up where he fucks the reader next door

The breeding couple I claimed I wasn't going to write again but now they're pregnant (Mother's day special). One-offs or new ones

Lazaretto: You and Joel are in quarantine and the anti-fungal fog has a side effect of making him need to fuck you. (noncon via sex pollen)

Masseur!Joel: Joel is trying to act professional. Reader pressures him and things heat up, then she walks in on him jacking off right after their visit.

Vax Breeder!Joel: You're voluntarily inseminated for cordyceps vaccine research, the old fashioned way by Joel, to your delight.

slasher!Joel: You narrowly avoid being serial killed and fuck for your life, although you were already DTF before you realized he was bad.

How did I write so much in two weeks? Well, it looks like even more than it is because some of these were already WIPs and some are just drabbles, but still, answer Here.

Anyway, I'm the worst, but I love you and appreciate your patience!

[solar-tl-27]

HELLO HALLOWEEN

Hiiii so i said I wasn’t sure if i was gonna do a Halloween post anddddd. Yeah there… there’s no way I’m getting this done on time.

SO i’m gonna focus on the doodles i did instead of my main post i was planning and just show the wip of that because I HEAVILY UNDERESTIMATED THE TIME COLORING TAKES!

let’s get into it tho!

First up we have the silly doodles

I did these yesterday while waiting on someone so they are just silly doodles

We have cryos as a classic ghost and tecna & timmy as pacman and a ghost buster to compliment eachother

Valtor and daphne as gomez & morticia addams because even though it’s kinda basic THEY WOULD ABSOLUTELY SLAY

and finally my friends asked for me to draw someone as a vampire so OBVIOUSLY chimera was first choice

Next up

ALL THE CHARACTERS AND THEIR COSTUME CONCEPTS LETS GO

Row 1

Bloom: star butterfly from svtfoe, tecna: pac man, flora: Zelda, chimera: vampire, muse: chat noir, daphne: morticia addams, icy: fnaf security guard

Row 2

Sky: ken, brandon: barbie, timmy: ghost buster, stella: vampire hunter, riven: an actual ghost… cuz he dead lol, diaspro: marco diaz from svtfoe, valtor: gomez addams

Row 3

Darcy: freddy from fnaf, lucy: pepper shaker, mirta: salt shaker, cryos: ghost, nabu: rapunzel, layla: Flynn rider, stormy: gregory from fnaf

Row 4

Roxy: ash from pokemon, galathea: ladybug, blush: yor froger, helia: link, har (flora’s brother): loid froger, miele: anya froger, artu: pikachu, kiko: pikachu

Although I wasn’t able to finish this is still a good post to show off the basic concepts of some of the new characters like Har(mony) flora’s brother in my rewrite

AND UPDATE MIRTA because my concept for her had grown outdated with my lore!

It’s… it’s turning into a lottttt of characters 😅

I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCHHH

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

[captainmvf]

OCs and what their Fossil Fighters vivosaur team would be bc I am bored and have brain worms-

Hi! This is exactly what the title says. This is also going to get a bit long. Also these are just the ones off the top of my head, I'll come back to this again if I have more Thoughts.

Carta Mantua:

Tried to get some space-themed and white-colored vivos in here but her ace would be a T-Rex Lord with a Silver Leg Alectro and a Silver Body Aopteryx for support. I'll also give her a Frontier Coatlus and Papygon.

Golden Time

A mix of time-themed vivos and some regal eastern ones. She would love sauropods. Frontier Toba would be her ace. Silver Arm Krona and a Ryden for support.

X YZ

Tried to get in some good support vivosaurs and wishing star motifs. I think small triceras would be her favorite. Silver Head Proto, Silver Head Mihu, and Frontier Ajka would be a great team.

Ice Flame

Needed that mix of fire and ice for her so she's getting a Yango, Silver Head Jiango, and Silver Body Kentro team. She'd not much of a believer in ace vivosaurs so she balances out her team into any and all formations.

Fire Angel

I wanted to give her a whole team of fire birds but they can't fly so she's getting fire type pterasaurs! Frontier Ptera JP and Silver Leg Sungari for support. Dimorph Ace would be her ace (haha). She's blind and not too picky on colors so she would choose miraculous fossils by how powerful it would make her vivosaur.

Candy Corn Vampire

No bat vivos. :( Sad! Anyway, tried to get some funky Halloween ones. A Breme and Silver Head Hopter for support. His ace is the Silver Body Zino of course of course.

Oblivion Starlight

She was really hard to pin down, but I decided to make her a Neutral specialist. Silver Head Brachio, Silver Head Mihu, and a Penta would be her main team, but she'd also have a Neo and Silver Body Tophis on rotation.

Deathly Toll Bells

There are no Greek vivos to add but she would have a Seidon. A Silver Head Stygi and a Frontier Mapo would also be on her team. She'd also have Kaishin up her sleeve if she wanted a serious battle.

Lady Law

She'd try to make a balanced team I'd say. No clear ace but she'd have a Paki, Silver Body Dikelo, and Silver Head Tanstro. I wanted her to have some 'weird' vivos.

Perenelle

I think Perry would enjoy a team of little guys to be her little helpers. Compso and Coelo for support and a Dacerus for her ace. She's not big on silver fossils, only gold ones.

Däe

Gave them a unicorn as their ace: Omias. Silver Head Parium and a Silver Arm Elasmoth for support. Didn't want to give them a dream/sleep themed team so much but I think they should have a Silver Head Jara, Silver Arm Nigo, and a Squirth in rotation.

Mary Blüde

She would most like get a 'patchwork' team that wouldn't look like it matches at first but actually has great support. A Silver Leg Tro and a Hibigon would be on her support. For a touch of regality she can have a Giga Allo for an ace. She always keeps her ace in the front like an axe so it can always deal heavy blows. She'd get a Lythro along the way.

Scarlet Frost

Water type specialist all the way! The more icy the better. Silver Arm Thalasso would be a good pick. Silver Leg Oloro would also be a good support and Frontier Cryo would be her ace.

Demigod

Went with a punk theme and vivos that had a 'metal' aesthetic going on. Her ace would be a Silver Leg Cheirus and she would also have a Silver Body Breme. Later on she would be able to get an O-Raptor Fiend and Diplo.

MVF

Had to really scratch my head but I decided to give her a team of 'underdogs' for theming. A Silver Body Shanshan and a V-Raptor for support and an Aeros as her ace. I wanted all her vivos to be capable of super evolving, but the Shanshan was perfect for theming and the whole Tarbo/classification situation fits well with her story.

Aries

No goat vivos so she's getting a full fire team! She'll have a Guan as her ace and a U-Raptor and Peloro for support. She'd try to make all three balanced.

Ti Gold

No prehistoric bears- Sad! Let's give them a Silver Head Megath, B-Brachio, and Frontier F-Raptor. I also think she would be able to make a team out of Z-vivosaurs.

Madeleine Marionette

I really wanted to give her a deer but I went more with her fear-inducing color pallet and nature. She gets a Megalo of course of course and a Silver Head Krypto. Let's also give her a Silver Arm Nasaur for cute factor.

Mike

He needs a creepy team full of Z- and B-vivos in my opinion but I think realistically he should have the 'average' kind of vivosaurs. So let's give him a Spinax as his ace and Edapho and Stego for support.

Valentina

She gets an unruly Titanis for her ace and two tanky vivosaurs for support: a Silver Head Pachrino and a Tricera. She'd super evolve her Tricera given the chance.

Moroko

Going to give him a 'dog' vivo and make his team based more on his three friends (Shiela, Yippee!, and Ghostworx). The easy answer would have been to give him three Dinomatons. He'd have a Silver Head Hoplo as his ace and a Silver Arm Orno and a Silver Head Dunkle.

Suiuus

Creepy deer all the way. Silver Body Ceros and a Silver Head Synthos for support. I'm also giving them a B-Rex.

[cryo-a]

TRICK OR TREAT!!!

Please mind the quotations. Thank you

Character dynamics redraw

(Note these are taken from a randomized wheel)

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File: Halloween

SCP#: ACL

Code Name: Michael Myers the Immortal Murderer

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-ACL is contained at Site-AA within a 10x10 meter room. The room is not given anything, not even a bed as SCP-ACL does not need to eat, rest, or relieve himself in any way. As such, there is no reason for anyone to enter SCP-ACL's containment cell outside of testing reasons. Outside of the containment cell are 4 guards armed with cryo blasters as they are the most effective method against SCP-ACL. Any testing regarding SCP-ACL must be approved by at least one Level 3 Clearance Foundation staff member. 

Description: SCP-ACL is an anomalous humanoid that was once known as Michael Myers. By unknown means SCP-ACL mutated from a normal human boy to a murderer hellbent on killing everyone even remotely associated with his past. What makes SCP-ACL so dangerous is that he'll always know where his targets are and will kill them no matter what as well as anyone who happens to be in his way. Furthermore, he is essentially immortal, no matter how much time passes or what is done he will not die no matter what. The worst anyone can do to SCP-ACL is tire him down but that is it, he will always get back up in the end. 

Despite the Foundation's best-efforts SCP-ACL always gets back up no matter what is done, his regenerative levels are on par with that of Mobile Task Force Tau-5 "Samsara" members. What seems to be linked to SCP-ACL's immortality and regenerative abilities is his mask labeled as SCP-ACL-1. SCP-ACL-1 is a seemingly normal mask made of typical liquid latex and rubber yet is impervious to all forms of damage. There seems to be no thaumaturgic symbols nor any identifiable anomalous elements within SCP-ACL-1. However, Dr. Alvik did discover that the mask does contain traces of [data expunged] commonly associated with the [data expunged]; how this is even possible with no markings is unknown. Besides this and his immortality SCP-ACL is a relatively unremarkable anomaly and is surprisingly easy to contain. 

SCP-ACL was discovered in 1978 when a series of murders were reported in the small town of [data expunged]. Foundation agents went in to investigate and quickly found SCP-ACL stalking and killing civilians left and right. Thankfully an unknown man shot SCP-ACL knocking him out of a balcony finally disabling SCP-ACL long enough for Foundation agents to grab him and contain him. He was restrained to a gurney within a Foundation van where two armed guards watched over him and shot him in the heart every time he got too agitated. After SCP-ACL was contained, a D-Class resembling SCP-ACL was given his clothes and a replica of the mask, taken to the outskirts of the town, and shot in the same spots SCP-ACL was and left there to die. Doing this allowed the locals to rest easy thinking the SCP-ACL that terrorized them is dead. 

SCP-ACL is tested regularly to see the full extent of his immortality and to help the Foundation specialize in weaponry and tactics against hostile immortal humanoids. Though SCP-ACL's immortality might be more advanced than originally realized. SCP-ACL was tested one time to see if it was possible to regrow limbs as such his pinky finger was removed and incinerated. He grew back another one within 24 hours, which is the normal time it takes for him to recover from even the most severe wounds such as complete body incineration. However, when the same pinky finger was cut off, this time with Cold Iron, it still grew back but took a month to regenerate. Testing is ongoing to see if SCP-ACL might have equal regenerative abilities to SCP-682.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[cyclist-of-guilt]

Anyway:

sometimes I remember ring 2 exists and I despair. I think despite its flaws ring 1 is pretty fucking solid and has a lot of potential like the art direction is genuinely stunning to me at times and it captures the music of the opera perfectly and again- they also improved the characters. Ring 2 tho? Ooohhh boy…

I think the only thing it did well was making Siegfried…slightly less of an agressive brat and mime more of an insufferable ass. You see in the opera the thing is that he’s a back stabbing cowardly bitch but towards Siegfried he is nice despite his plans which just gives you the impression that Siegfried is ungrateful and horrible and mime is in the fucking right to want him dead. In the Game tho he literally keeps Siegfried as a slave tho so yeah- I’d hate him then as well.

otherwise tho? It completely ignored the intergalactic war (honestly a shame not to mention ish being there as a narrator and not a god completely throws the timeline of the game into a blender) and the character redesigns are- *looks at brünhilde* fucking awful. I get Budget got tight at the end but they didn’t even do anything with Hagen who’s such an interesting torn character otherwise, considering what they did with alberich and loge in ring 1 there would’ve been so much potential here but nooooo…

we could’ve had an epic story about Siegfried making a rebellion to stand up against the four and getting killed as a consequence, his death sends a sign though and people keep up the fight in his name and also considering ish mentioned loving brünhilde he can end up with her instead of Siegfried so we can avoid more incest thank you very much…

but yeah…ring 2 we hate it also they only made loge (best character) appear as a statue even though THEY MADE HIM AS A CHARACTER MODEL AND HAD HIS VOICE ACTOR IN ON THE PROJECT GOD D A M M I T-

Yeah I really wish there was some leftover from original plans for 2 maybe the piss guy from Quantic Dream could know since he left cryo bc of disagreements about it?

I don't know shit about orginal opera tho so judging by vibes one is so much better.

When I was watching Mandaloregaming's ring 2 stream when the guard guys go "Siegfried in Hagen's hands!?" I was sitting here like "who the fuck even is Hagen?????? he was even mentioned???" and learned he's Alberich's son only from comments on halloween video.

[overlysour]

＃MASTERLIST♡

＃DOTTORE♡ — UNLIKELY SAVIOUR

＃VARIOUS GENSHIN CHARACTERS♡ — THEM WHEN THEY’RE JEALOUS (part one)

＃VARIOUS GENSHIN CHARACTERS♡ — THEM WHEN THEY’RE JEALOUS (part two)

#SCARAMOUCHE ♡- OF THE EVENING

#SCARAMOUCHE♡-ONLY YOU (smau masterlist)

#TALK TO THE GENSHIN CHARACTERS ♡ -100 FOLLOWERS EVENT

#ANEMO CHARACTERS♡- THEIR VOICELINES ABOUT YOU

#VARIOUS GENSHIN CHARACTERS♡- VALENTINES WITH THEM

#AETHER♡-ALBERT MAKES A MOVE ON HIS S/O

#CRYO CHARACTERS♡-THEIR VOICELINES ABOUT YOU

#SKELETONS & PUMPKINS♡- HALLOWEEN EVENT

[weyrwolfen]

Lazarus - Star Wars: TCW/BB one-shot

It's nearly Halloween, I'm in the mood for something creepy, and I've been struggling with the next chapter of Eidola. So today I sat down and wrote this instead. Enjoy.

Echo was cold.

Rex dismissed it at first, far more concerned with getting his little brother unplugged from the Skakoans’ technological horror. There were mechanical ports driven into Echo's head and chest, crawling down his back. Attached to each was a cord, or maybe some kind of a tube. Rex wasn't sure what they were - electrical conduits or feeding tubes or access lines for sedatives or other drugs. The feel of Echo's cold, grayish skin was the least of Rex’s worries as he helped his brother stagger most of the way to his feet to lean against the control terminal.

There were clankers in the outer hallway, enough to give even the general difficulty if they managed to breach the door. Tech was typing furiously at the terminal, slicing into the programming which was hijacking Echo’s mind. Hunter and Crosshair were sealing them all inside with the plasma settings on their multitools. None of them knew if there was an alternate way out of the room, or if they were going to have to let Wrecker get creative with his explosives and hope for the best.

Force, at least Echo was alive. they could deal with anything else later.

Of course Echo was cold. He'd been vivisected, spliced with machinery Rex couldn't begin to parse out at the moment, and then sealed up in a coffin of a cryo-stasis chamber for Force knew how long. Months, at least.

"There, got it," Tech said, his rapid-fire typing on the terminal ending abruptly. "You can unplug him now."

Thank kriff.

The rest of their escape was just about normal, for a typical 501st clusterkriff. Sneaking out through ductwork, leaping, sans jetpack, from a guaranteed lethal height onto the backs of a group of flying reptiles, and fighting a whole host of clankers, alongside a group of locals with whom they could barely communicate. Just another Taungsday in the G.A.R.

Echo had collapsed, just about the same time the modified omicron-class attack shuttle transitioned into hyperspace. It was a minor miracle it hadn’t happened earlier. It had been obvious to all of them that he’d been running on nothing but adrenaline and pride there by the end.

Rex had gotten his brother settled in one of the shuttle’s bunks, Tech’s, if the scattered circuitry and assorted detritus were any indication. The others had stayed outside, either in the passenger compartment or the cockpit. It was quiet, or at least as quiet as a spaceship ever got. Echo’s shallow, rasping breaths sounded unnaturally loud against the droning hum of the ion engine.

He didn’t sound healthy, but he was breathing, so Rex counted that as a win.

Rex found a minimally cluttered spot against the bulkhead and let himself sink down onto the floor. He could feel himself crashing in the wake of his own adrenaline high. Relief and guilt tore through him by turns. Echo hadn’t died at the Citadel. Echo had been abandoned, handed over for torture and worse. Echo was here, now, and Rex had given the orders which had led to all three of those things.

Rex was so, so tired.

He pulled off his helmet and set it aside, unfastening his gauntlets and dropping them, as well as his gloves, into his upturned bucket. Here, in the semi-privacy of the ship’s cluttered bunk room, he could let his hand shake a little as he rubbed his face. No one was here to see. No one would hear, if his breath went a little unsteady. He let his head tip back and rest against the wall and shut his eyes, listening to the sounds of the ship. The thrum of the engines. Someone’s voice, probably Wrecker’s, muted and incomprehensible through the walls. Echo’s breathing.

Echo’s breathing?

Rex’s eyes snapped open again, landing on his brother.

Echo lay exactly where Rex had placed him, too pale and too thin with too many sharp metal angles to fully hide under the bunk’s thin blanket. He didn’t move. His eyes didn’t twitch under his eyelids.

His chest didn’t rise or fall.

No.

Rex scrambled across the floor. Echo wasn’t… They’d gotten to him in time. They’d saved him. He couldn’t be…

Rex’s hands landed on Echo’s shoulders, ready to shake him. Ready to check for a pulse. Something. Echo’s skin was cold. As cold as it had been fresh out of the cryo tank. Cold as the dead, and Rex would know. He’d held enough of his brothers as they’d died.

No.

Unnaturally pale eyes flew open. Echo gasped in a breath, expression momentarily wild and disoriented. Panicked.

Rex could relate.

“Rex?” Echo said, confused but breathing. Still breathing, but shallowly.

“Nothing,” Rex said, letting Echo go. “I just…” He trailed off, not wanting to finish that thought out loud. It was crazy.

No crazier than thinking Echo was still alive. Rex had been there. He’d seen the explosion. He’d seen the pieces. Clones didn’t leave their brothers behind, but at the time, Rex had been certain. No one could survive that.

“Just get some rest,” Rex said gruffly, pulling the blanket up a little further over Echo’s bony, pallid shoulders.

Echo was cold.