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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 4 months ago

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"Bakery ownerKai! Smutty hcs:"

✰---Summary: you pass this new bakery so often. and from what you can tell from just through the windows, it's full of cheer and life. whoever uses it makes the most of the small space. their personality really shines through in the decorations and the desserts looked good and well... you couldn't deny that the baker with the apron and the broad shoulders looked good in there as well. so you decide to stop in. but this is only the beginning: now he smiles when he thinks of you and your cute interaction together, hoping you'd come back and then soon enough... you do.

✰--- approx: 20 min read

✰---A/n: idk if these are considered hcs anymore lol here's a fic to hopefully tide over y'all while I finish up on that much much longer one for Vernon. may or may not turn this into a full fic OR just another hc post. probably the second because of the Vernon fic coming out perhaps in two chapters. andI feel as if this would just be better in "hc " format. (Maybe some header images coming soon idk) trying to make my fics prettier do y'all like the life stars?

✰---warningz/info: cursing I think, lots of talk of eating and desserts, smutty, Kai jerks off, I have a little brake telling you where the NSFW starts, reader has boobs but otherwise is gn I think. and that’s about it.

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

if you don’t have an age indicator saying you’re not a minor in your blog then I will be blocking you! So minors dni!!

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Bakery owner!Kai who whips his head around spilling chocolate on the floor when he hears your voice for the first time. He has just opened the shop, it was a hole in the wall and cutesy— plushies and Pokémon character figurines on the shelves, stuff like that. You saw it then you saw him. With his powdered sugar dusted apron from the doughnuts this morning. And in this moment he realizes how very, extremely, dank he looks right now. His eye bags are dragging down his face like circles of hell, he hadnt had time to do much anything about it this morning. His hair isn’t really done. He had slept through his first alarm (something he hasn’t done is forever) and had to get here, to make the stupid doughnuts early because well, he’s the only worker here. Ugh why did I have to conserve on money this way? He thought to himself. The bowl clatters with a reverberating and embarrassing clang. He cringes, quickly going to pick it up as you greet him so so so cutely he thinks his heart will explode.

Bakery owner!Kai who’s blush on his cheeks looks so adorable to you you have half a mind to tell him. You’d Been passing this shop for days but you’d finally gotten a chance to go in this morning. He’d never know, but you’d looked into your phones selfie camera to fix your appearance one last time before going in after taking a deep breath. And you smile at the way he endearingly shares the story of how he got the shop with you.

Bakery owner!Kai who somehow feels so comfortable with you quickly when you ask about the weird names for all his desserts. He says it’s a long story and you tell him you’ve got all the time in the world for it. And he smiles wide and your knees go weak. And then because of the air of the shop you carried in with you when you set foot into the place or vibe you give off he doesn’t know but he just blabbers on and on about why he named the desserts what he did

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Bakery owner!Kai who hopes and prays that you’ll be back. and that night he can’t get you out of his head. oh no.... he really can't. and he almost feels bad when the thought of you and your sweet as sugar smile is being tossed around in his mind, making his stomach do flips as his weeping cock is dripping onto his fist. and he just can't.... stop. not that he wants to. hes pretty sure your imagine is burned in his mind till the day he dies... ok, maybe a little over exaggerated but you get the point. but now he can't think. his mind his clouded with how he should've invested in more business cards. so he could've given you one and maybe suavely told you to call him if you ever had a sugar emergency

ok... that was a little cheesy so maybe not. but who the hell knows, maybe you'd like it?! he'd gone over that small interaction you two had that day-- wondering, even though it was all a blur, how he made you feel; comfortable? at ease? oh, he hopes so. even the way he handed the box to you, with a free pastry in there as well, of course, tied with his best, perkiest ribbon all neatly. he wanted to make sure it was perfect for you. even if he never saw you again, even if you both forgot in a weeks time. he wanted to make a good impression while he had the chance.

he even worried about how the pastry tasted. though, he was confident in his skills with his passion he couldn't help but think about it all the rest of that day. which... when he though about it... seemed lonely without you in his shop. was it a good texture? flavors balanced enough? not the slightest hint of staleness? he made sure to grab one from the back of the display counter to make sure.

"you must really wanna see them again?" his friend joked "youre in looooveeee"

Bakery ownerKai! who, when he says that, rolls his eyes at Beomgyu, the friend with powdered sugar caked on his face thicker than he could grow his own beard to be. who was sitting at his table, getting crumbs all over it with the weird way he was sitting.... with his feet... all over the booth. Not even with shoes on! just bare feet. which kai honestly didnt mind much. he lets his friends eat here when hes closing up and nobody's around all the time. they'll usually clean out the couple things here and there that didnt sell and would've been thrown away anyways.

so when he drops his broomstick, almost shrieking, whisper yelling at Beomgyu to get his feet off the furniture, his friend at question is a little bit confused but does it anyway.

Baker ownerKai! who's nonchalant and laughing at his friends comment shaking his head and thinking to himself: no no, thats not true. pfff this guy is outta his mind! that was... until he saw you walk in again. "hello! I know you're closing in like--" you check your phone, "five minutes. but would you mind? that dessert I got a bit back was so good I had to literally run here from work to get the same one." he nods, smiling. and Beomgyu sits up straight in his seat at the way you two are just sitting there.... looking at each other for just a little too long. Kai swiftly drops down to pick up the broom he had dropped before leading you to the counter.

"sorry about that. I was just setting up traps for any burglars, but I trust you'll pay right?" he chuckles and you laugh along with him. "if I didnt pay then id never be able to have any more of this delicious delicacy, am I right?" you joke back. he nodes and keeps up his very much not customer service smile and gets you the dessert he remembers giving you in a box. "aw thank you!" he places the tongs down into the sink "thats really sweet of you! was it that good?" he turns back around to face you, closing up the box and you can't help but stare at the way his hands flex when his nimble fingers are pushing that box closed.

you realize youre taking too long to respond, "no seriously, it was!" you lean excitedly on the counter, bouncing on your heels. "and thats why I had to come back for more., and why I need to pay and leave a generous tip" you chuckle, already counting out the cash for the little doughnut shaped tip jar. "or maybe I could just give it to you for free!" his back is turned, snipping a stand of that pretty expensive ribbon he used especially for yours last time and made sure to move towards the front of the ribbon rack in case you came back so that he'd reach it easily.

"wait? what? no! youre joking right?" he spins back around to you, smirk on his face. "not in the slightest." he chirps. then hands you the box. you stuff your tip in the jar. "no seriously! please, take the money." you weren't worried that he now might think you owe him, he seemed to nice for that. "and im serious too. its like one pastry. you'd be taking it off my hands and doing be a favor actually if you'd like to think of it that way that is. not that is isn't fresh." he shrugged. hes leaning in over the counter a little bit, apron bumping the iPad customers would use to pay. you open your mouth to say something but he stops you "you already tipped me! even if you didnt just take it. my treat."

you didnt know it but in his mind he was already dreaming of having one ready every week for when you came in. maybe a sticky note with his number one day too? "wow thanks so much! thats so sweet of you!" you hold the box closer to you and look down at it.

you also didnt know it, but hes his half hard cock is now pressed up against the cabinet under the counter. and hes trying not to imagine you with powered sugar on your nose... not a very sexual sight in itself he guesses, but something cute none the less and that won't do his situation any good. hes also trying not to think of you licking your fingers after the delicious dessert, or the way youre leaned over the counter even more now, giving him a perfect vantage point of your plush boobs that after accidentally seeing a peak of once he wants to never do so again.

hes mature, or at least needs to be about this. not that he doesn't want to. cause god he really wants to take a sneak peak down. who wouldn't? youre sweet and gorgeous, and funny! but he wants you to know who he really is. so thats why hes currently focusing really hard on your eyebrow and trying so damn hard not to even glance down in that general direction. even if he was doing something entirely different than peaking.... cause thats what gentleman does.

"wait how'd you know my order?"

and now hes back on earth. he scratches the back of his neck. "I uh" "were you hoping id be back?" you smile, obviously meaning it' as a joke. but he just smiles back "bakers memory," he taps his brain, "there a lot up here ya know. gotta remembers recipes and stuff" he takes it as a win cause it was a good distraction. you take it as a win cause he kinda just called you important... right?

you dont pay and see yourself out. as youre opening the door you sniff the box "ugh smells so good! can't wait. thanks again!" and just like that youre gone

Bakery ownerKai! who's friend who is usually such a yapper, is at a loss for words for a second after you leave until he simply says: "I get the feeling you'll be seeing them a lot"

~end~

I’m gonna do a part two/ make this into a full on fic eventually. Just wanted something to post until I finish the bigger fic I’m working on. If you liked it please leave some love like comments or a reblog!

Thanks for reading <3

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wildissylupus · 3 months ago

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Junker Rewrite; General Lore and Environment

Ok so here are some general things I kept in mind when rewriting the environment and general lore. First thing is that though the rest of the world if fine in comparison, I still wanted the Junkers to feel isolated, specifically I wanted to give a reason why the Junkers didn't leave the wasteland and why no one outside helped with the aftermath of the explosion.

Secondly I wanted to change the lore in order to set Australia apart for the storylines given to London, Russia and Korea as I personally believe that they use those plot points a lot better. In all honestly the beginning part of the Junkers lore if fine and honestly very much represents how the Australian government treats these sorts of situations. The only thing I'd change is that a majority of Omnics were also not OK with being given the Omnium, for a bunch of reasons, the main ones being how isolated it made them, the trauma they have associated with it, and the fact this is a nuclear powered Omnium that is now been abandoned in Australian weather conditions. Basically imply that the Omnium blowing up was an inevitability and not something caused by either Omnics or humans.

Also when the Omnium blows up the radiation doesn't make the Omnics go crazy and ultra violent, please don't give the already prejudice group of people a genuine reason to be prejudice.

Also as a side note, specific characters will get their own post dedicated to them.

General Lore

Like I said the beginning lore stays the same except no one is happy with the Omnics being given the Omnium, the radiation doesn't make Omnics go insane, and the Omnuim was already a ticking time bomb before this whole event happened. Now let's get into the aftermath and Junkertowns founding.

After the explosion there were basically two sets of people, those who realized the gravity of the situation and put their differences aside to help each other survive this new wasteland, and those who put their pride over their own survival. Those who went off on their own died quickly due to the elements and the mutated animals that now inhabited the wasteland. Those who stayed together found leaders in Mason Howl, the Stone family, and a ravager named Grace. Howl along with Grace where in charge of defending the settlement against the elements and animals while the Stone family, a family of scientists and doctors treated and figured out a way to negate the negative effects of radiation on the settlement.

After the dust settled and the settlement had finally built a safe haven in the wreckage of the Omnium the long feud and prejudices boiled to the surface and the discussion on if Omnics should be allowed in the newly formed Junkertown started, the main reason against them being that they "wasted resources" and they "weren't affected by the elements". Lead by Howl the Omnics and their supporters where then kicked out of Junkertown, this including the Stone family. This group would then be dubbed "The Wastelanders"

While all this was happening several forces came together to try and help those affected by the Omnium exploding, including the then blossoming Junkers. The three most notable being Vishkar, Moira O’Deorain and Overwatch, most notably Angela Zeigler. Though they where able to help those outside the wasteland, the harsh contitions and mutations of the Wasteland proved too difficult to travers in order to help the Junkers, this did not deter O’Deorain though, as she furthered the mutation beyond the Wasteland. Creating a border of mutated bushland around the wasteland in order to protect those outside from the mutated wasteland, and to more specifically help those in the wasteland ride the radiation. Though at the beginning O’Deorain's work was not seen this way, it being viewed as her making the situation worse by bringing in more dangers.

However, the mutated plants and animals did serve a purpose, they absorbed the nuclear radiation from the surrounding area in order to grow, basically healing the environment despite the dangers it posed to humans. When the Wastelanders and Junkers discovered this area of bushland it was dubbed "No-Mans Land".

After they were banished from Junkertown the human Wastelanders started dying to the elements. Including the Stone family, when the Wastelanders finally adapted to their new environment a majority of the humans had died, including the entire Stone family with the exception of their middle child Odessa Stone. The Wastelanders ended up being one of the main groups to manage to travers outside the Wasteland back to civilization. Where they discovered they were both abandoned and branded as criminals by the Australian government and society. This revelation kickstarted Odessa Stone's motivation of reclaiming Junkertown, as that was the only home she would ever want to return to.

Eventually that dream became a reality, after many losses and a lot of painful work, Odessa Stone claimed the Junker thrown in the Reckoning, banished Howl like he did with her and the other Wastelanders, and started the healing process for the Junkers from the dictatorship of Howl. Thus being dubbed, The Junker Queen.

The first step being the implementation of new principles;

Howl Principles;

No omnics.

Pay your share.

Finders keepers.

Troublemakers will be exiled.

Junker Queen Principles;

Every trusted individual is welcomed, no matter the morals, no matter the origin

Freedom at all costs

The well being of Junkers comes first, personal grievances second

Settle your own scores.

There was also the explicit rule that any outsider, though welcomed, must have a Junker vouch for them to enter. Even then they would search an outsiders person to be sure they didn't have anything that could damage the city or community. This is because of Vishkar's continued interference with Junkertown, though on the surface it seems like they want to help, behind the scenes Vishkar are the main pushers of the narrative that the Junkers are just savage criminals. Ignoring the culture of art and engineering that has been born under Junker Queen's rule.

There have been many attempts by Vishkar to infiltrate Junkertown, one of which resulting in the second ever exile under Junker Queens rule, but all where unsuccessful. To this day those who have Vishkar affiliations are the only people banned from Junkertown.

Environment Lore

After the Omnium exploded the Australian Outback was rendered a wasteland, nearly impossible to travers alone and even harder to live in. The only thing that stopped the Junkers from dying was the interference of the Stone family in the center of Australia and Moira O’Deorain, both creating systems in order to filter out the radiation caused by the explosion. To this day both parties are heavily respected by Junkers.

The wasteland itself is also infested with mutated wildlife, both from Moira's experiments and from the radiation. Along with the increasingly harsh weather, it leaves traversing the wasteland along and/or with lack of experience a death sentence. Which doesn't even account for No-Mans Land.

The borders of the Wasteland are surrounded by mutated bushland, though they were made with the intention of filtering the radiation and healing the Outback, that doesn't make the area any less dangerous. Giant bugs, mutated mammals, and hostile flora are all extremely common here, one of the most commonly seen being a mutated Koala that Australians have given the name of Dropbear, what was once a joke amongst Australians made into a terrifying reality.

There is then Junkertown itself that has gone through tremendous change. Under Howl's rule, Junkertown was very industrial in appearance along with generally having a very hostile atmosphere with Howl's "everyone for themselves" mentality. Junkers were always so focused on meeting Howls taxes that there was never any time to give Junkertown any personality other then "Junk". The only decent looking areas where reserved for Howl himself and his select member of guards in order to keep them happy and loyal.

After Junker Queen took control Junkertown turned into an artistic and engineering paradise, both fields usually being lumped together by Junkers. There was also the introductions of power as the the access radiation was used as power along with the introduction of solar power by the surviving Solar farmers, that project being headed by Mako Rutledge, who had owned and run a Solar farm prior to the Crisis. This all culminated into Junkertown becoming a Utopia in the Wasteland, a place where everyone was just free to do what they liked without the worry of an overbearing governing force. This also lead to expansion and the city now known as Junk Springs (New Junk City cause again, why is that an American reference?)

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I'm honestly open to feed back with this and again, character rewrites are going to be their own posts. This is also just the general history and explanation and not a full exploration of Junker society. It's mainly me trying to make Junkertown's history fit into what we know about Overwatch's world, along with changing the environment cause I really hate the direction the artists went with it.

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hkthatgffan · 19 days ago

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As someone dying of lupus (it's hard to draw atm due to shakey hands), and is slow with comissions, I never ask for money first, rather than after i finish. And if I don't get it done in 3 months, I apologize and try to give them a free doodle of their choice, no money given to me at all.

Even if I moved slow, I'd always keep them up to speed with what was happening, if I can/cannot do the drawing or give them something small and free to compensate for the months gone by so at least someone gets a little something for waiting.

And if I get it done, then I get my payment (since my health is unpredictable, I like to get paid after. Makes me feel better, to not be paid upfront because it makes me feel better on touching up, asking if changes needed to the art, anything added, etc. Or if my health simply won't allow, at least they'll get something in the end.)

Idk. I just find it rather cruel to leave people in the dark like that. I deal with abuse, awful illnesses litterally tearing me apart, i've lost half if not most my family and had to do artwork or refund/explain if artwork couldn't be completed regardless.

There's no excuse to leave people behind, block, ignore,ghost, and run off with cash.

I've met really rude people in this fandom, and I really wish people would just take five seconds to go "ok here's what's happening, do you want your cash back?" Like it's not hard.

The day of the last few gf episodes, I was in the hospital because my organs weren't working properly and almost exploded my digestive track due to nerve damage,

Yet I still managed to

Let my friends know the art trades will be unfinished and you won't need to give me anything in return (because i always prefer to do them first incase something happens)

Let those who did used to pay me first get their 15 bucks back

All while my insides almost ruptured from gastroparesis 🎉🥳 and my friend died all in the same day i went and stayed two weeks in the hospital desperately trying to apologize for the delay and doing whatever I could to explain my situation and if they needed anything in return/makeup for it.

That's straight up MEAN to ignore and block someone and run off with the cash. There's no excuse.

Even when I was screaming in agony in my hospital bed, I still managed to give a refund or something or talk to the person and not leave them in the dust. :/

I am so sorry you were left in the dark.

OMG, I'm so, so sorry about all you've been through. That is honestly a truly painful and horrible thing to endure I wouldn't wish on even my worst enemies and people who like with you, made me endure some of the worst that I've seen from people in this fandom.

But also you're right. No matter the reason and no matter how long it may be, a person who has accepted a job...be it an art commission or something else, should at the bare minimum, communicate with the person they are being paid to do that for.

The sad thing is that me and everyone I mentioned in my post had been doing things the right way for ages. We gave Kiki-Kit time (more than we should've), communicated to her through the proper channels she had set up, were nice and patient and yet she never responded to any of us. It literally left us with no choice but to call her out...something none of us wanted to do!

That's what really disappoints me about it all. IDC if she was to take another year to finish my commission. It was a non time sensitive comm I just got from her cause it was a chance to support an artist I respected and admired who was going through a rough time and get a personalized art piece from them. But her lack of communicating really has been upsetting. No matter what she was going through, she could have at least made a post or update to us saying things would take time or even just not say an arbitrary completion date and then miss it with months without another update. No one would be mad at her if she just communicated with us better. That's all that this boils down to; lack of communication!

I get upset and apologize if I miss messaging someone back even for a few hours. And I feel even worse if I miss a DM or message sent my way and then see it maybe days later. None of us are after Kiki-Kit or want her to be remembered for this by the fandom. It pained me greatly to make that post. But with all that has come out, it was overdue.

I still believe she can rectify this all if she just responds and agrees to refund or complete comms from everyone still waiting, that's all it'll take. I doubt anyone will wanna buy a comm from her again who are aware of all this, but at least it's better than not responding to people who fucking paid her and are waiting!

At this point personally, I'm getting my money back from her if she does offer it and so are probably everyone else who I've spoken to. It's not something I want to do given the whole reason behind why she did those comms in the first place...but this whole situation has just left a bad taste in us all and quite frankly, we've had enough.

I just hope if or when Kiki-Kit does address this all, she does better moving forward.

#AMA #Ask That GF FAN #Ask #Wishing you all the best anon #gravity falls #gravity falls fandom #Kiki-Kit #commission #art commissions #gravity falls fanart #artists on tumblr #artist #spread awareness #KikiKit

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theanomily · 8 months ago

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This is a Bloodline "live react", but also not really because I'm posting my initial thoughts as I read in maybe two goes, depending on the time I can allocate to reading.

Disclaimer: The book has been out for two and a bit years. I hate surprises. Consequently, I know stuff. Specifically, I know that:

Otto "dies" // the volcano explodes. These are somehow linked?

The Queen of Shadows is a Sinistre who... exists // Raven is Nero's daughter. Again, these are somehow linked? Sidenote: hive fantasy au where there's a Nero, furan and sinistre kingdom/royalty

There's a scene in which Nero is tied to a bed?? And I think Anastasia is there?? (*squirts Mr Walden with water*)

There's some Anna kid/super-robot. I assume she wants to kill everyone (mood). Sidenote: given how similar her name is to Anastasia's, there's probably some connection there.

Ms. Leon gets her body back. Her cat's name is Kali.

Pietor has a "lurking heart."

Chapter One:

OK, opening with a scene of Nero + brandy into a flashback sequence... very Overlord Protocol. Wonder if that was intentional and if the books may be linked.

Nero is younger than I thought. Much younger.

"There's a fine line between being devoted and pathetic." Oh, I love Elena already.

Clumsy Max. That's all I have to say. See, I thought it was as he was bending to kneel when the shot happened, not bending to retrieve a fallen ring. It's kind of sweet that it's the one time we've seen him display nerves. And it killed his (finace? Girlfriend? Does the proposal count?), generating a Never Again type of instinct and the birth of the max we know and love

KILL ANASTASIA, MAX... oh, you IDIOT. Suppose plot gotta plot, eh?

Dr Higgs... why is that name familiar? Glass tanks. Did he work on Otto back in the day?

Laura seems much more bold than any other book. It's interesting, given that Deadlock has literally just happened.

Shelby's first line is an insult. Now that's the Shelby I love

This is wholesome (barring the implied make outs, of course), but Penny. What has happened to Penny?

Oh no, h.i.v.e.mind is thinking they're having a foursome, isn't he?

Chapter Two:

So Anna is Otto crossed with the Contessa. And the whole initial want to know stuff about her creator? Aka her "parents"? I'm sensing AU potential centred around a more human version of her, yearning for a family to find and slowly being driven into insanity/violence

Oh my god, max on holiday? It's him, he's being controlled by something.

I forget that Raven and diabolus are only friends/kind of close in fanfiction. I have no point to make here. It's just very jarring to read max saying to her that he'll do all the talking as though it's all a political battlefield.

Also, we should actually talk about max's daddy issues

Why is Franz a gym bro now? I suppose he inspired himself to try to attain his ninja alter ego via his newfound shooting skills. Still extremely out the blue. (Oooh, And They Were Study Buddies).

...That better not be the extent of Nigel's self-acceptance arc. Or else I'll have to dust off the old ffn account, and nobody wants that. Mr Walden, my guy, I'm counting on you.

Anna, will you take my hand in marriage?

Ouch, Zero really did just exist to be told "a copy is never as good as the original" and then to have his successor be even better than him.

Chapter Three

Excuse me, I know Otto points it out immediately, but Wing advocating for more aggression? Interesting. Makes sense in context- a simulation, in which he would have been the one getting hurt if they took a more aggressive approach. I wonder if that's going to come into play, perhaps the other way around, in a real situation?

Are they really not going to say what this security flaw is? Damn, poor hive'll never learn

Chapter Four

Why are block and tackle being nice? Wing's right, this is a complete parallel universe

..or perhaps not. Only shelby would dare picture Nero in tights.

Page 66 and hive is already fucked. What I'm hearing is Cypher was a complete amateur

CYPHER BOTS :)

Chapter Six

We are nine books in, and let's be honest. Dr Scott isn't the chief medic, he's the only medic

I forgot to jot down anything for c5, but if I forgot, then I can't have had anything particularily noteworthy to say.

Here, I do find it quite interesting that Anna referred to guns as nasty. Reminds me of those really convoluted family trees in which wing is related to otto (and, by extention, anna) via his parents working on Overlord.

Damn, looks like a united glove isn't good news at all for max right now

Also, I'm still really wondering if Mr Walden just straight up forgot about Penny

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mossyscavern · 1 year ago

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Watching the world unfold.

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I hate this game. I really do.

I was waiting for Benny to disappear, hiding in the shed, preying for some sort of deity to not have the candle die out. It died out on me anyways.

Now walking out of the shed with my third lit match, hoping the match in my hand doesn’t burn out before I get to the old bridge.

While walking, my mind wondered to what the pages have said, Lilian’s in particular. The moment I hid in the bus or shed. Even though she knows I’m there, she never went after me… because I stayed away. It got me thinking about Tom’s page. Look away.

‘Tom’s page never says how to look away.’ I thought, remembering how Tom invades my vision to get me to look at him and not once have I closed my eyes.

On one hand, I might survive and keeping playing with a new tactic up my sleeve. On the other hand, it might count as looking at him and I die…

Now at the bridge, with a plan formed in my head, I gulped as I transferred the flame from my almost burnt out 3rd match, bravely… chickening out of this plan because it now sounds like a bad idea.

‘Nope, not testing fate today-.’ I thought. Only to yelp at a very familiar mangled figure in front of me.

Immediately I shut my eyes with no other choice, now testing the new tactic. After a while, waiting for something… when nothing happened, at first I was confused at the silence, though I still think it isn’t safe to open my eyes.

When I finally heard shuffling footsteps, my grip immediately tightened around the candle. ‘He’s still there?!’ I thought, wondering why he hasn’t left yet, too confused to step away, determined to keep my eyes shut and too scared to move.

I flinched at the feeling of a hand on my forehead, moving my bangs. My heart pounded loudly in my ears, my grip tightened even more around the candle as well as my eyelids And too much of a coward to face death with open eyes.

Then my eyes opened, shocked at the touch on my lips and said eyes landed on Tom. Tom weaver. The mangled boy that wants me dead! Kissed me..!

With my legs still frozen, I’m slowly starting to process what’s happening and still getting used to the feeling, since Tom still has his lips on mine.

After what felt like… a minute? He finally pulled away, pulling his mask down at the same time, while still in shock I saw his eyes widened and he just up and left, probably regretting the action he did to try and get my eyes open.

My hand covering my mouth, I shuddered at the odd feeling that still lingers, legs felt like jelly, my face probably dusted with pink.

I must’ve exploded with something, because I fell on my knees in shock and I couldn’t get up. It wasn’t what I expected, but I know I’m definitely dead.

I blinked a few times before finally saying something. “Ok. That… happened.” I whispered, stood up and jumped off the bridge in uncertain belief.

Out of everything that could’ve happened in mount Todd! That kiss. Was the most unexpected. I mean, sure there was a man who had married a yokai on accident… but that was so he wouldn’t say anything about her existence.

That kiss was a very weird cold feeling… but I don’t hate it. Yet that could’ve been seen by anyone, Benny, Caleb. Hell! Even Tim! And Lilian’s just the worse.

“Focus Sam! This hour isn’t going to pass itself!” I said out loud, walking to my next destination for another candle before this one burns out, face still red, then it got me thinking again. There are many tactics to get someone to open their eyes…

Why had Tom chosen to kiss me?

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I’ve done it! I’ve re-written one of my stories!

To be fair, I can just write new ones… but I won’t, I decided to re-write the already existing stories.

I’m rambling again, sorry. I thought I’d redo that stolen kiss story towards something similar to the fan art I saw.

#wick hellbent games #wick 2015 #wick horror game #wick #wick sam #wick tom #candlebrace shipping

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bioluminescent-obscurity · 2 years ago

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i've been making little games for my guild, and figured i'd share a few.

guild wars 2 cruciverbalists rejoice! this doesn't require spoilers or deep lore knowledge, but i've added some bonus hints under the cut if you need a hand! if that's not cutting it, feel free to dm me djskjklfd

ACROSS

2. One minion of Primordus is a world boss in Mount Maelstrom called the Mega_________.

3. Taimi's golem's name is an adjective meaning "shabby" or "ragged".

7. They have hooves! (Not horses. We don't talk about horses.)

9. Their name isn't related to any sort of sleep imagery. You could call them... very quiet.

11. The Alchemy could be described as everlasting, or enduring, or endless. It definitely starts with E.

13. Synonymous with safety. You'll hear this line whenever you walk by the Trading Post in Arborstone.

14. He is a necromancer, a marshal, and he would like a word with you.

17. He was killed by his sister, Jora, for being an em-bear-assment to the family. (Ha.) And, yeah, Jormag was involved. Jormag is always involved.

18. It directs Risen across Tyria from the sunken nation of Orr. Starts with Z.

19. You can buy a tag to use in open world that appends this title to your character's name in map chat!

20. It's a kind of dust. There's a fen in Maguuma where a bunch of it exploded. Chef Seimur Oxbone can be found selling it in snacks across major cities.

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1. OK, this one's probably tricky if you don't run Guild Missions. ...His name starts with P and rhymes with "Woobadoo".

3. This is one of the four major Spirits you can choose during character creation. Fluffy and feline.

4. This is a Raid Wing 1 boss. You're looking for a word synonymous with, and fairly similar to, "multitudinous".

5. Mel... something. Probably not Mellagan?

6. It's used to reskin your weapons and armour in the Wardrobe tab. You occasionally get a few as a login reward.

8. It's the legion named after a metal. (Not including Metal Legion.)

10. They named the northern cliffs of Orr after him and the way he died.

12. You've gotta be grateful when people compliment your look!

15. It's those blue and black cubes full of old homework. You've gotta crack them. Gotta... crack the cryptic code. Very cryptic.

16. This weapon is generally most popular with Rangers. (So don't guess rifle. Rangers don't get rifles. Yet.)

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #there's a hidden message if you finish the puzzle >:D #i've got some harder puzzles too if anyone's interested #just let me know yeah #don't heckle me for the second part of the clue for 14 across. i am full of love ok #you know. i'm still miffed that Cruciverbalist Puzzl is ONE (1) character too long for an ingame name #also i will be honest i'm not sure how long this link will stay functional #that's why i added the static image of the puzzle too #anyway hydration check and posture check and everything ok don't die #maunder tag #i am posting about guild wars 2 again

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richtofens-hips · 2 years ago

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it is Scarecrow appreciation time + SAR resentment

Look at him! My copper colored, 4-armed, strong, helpful bf! I love how he, unlike Robot, still has his scarlet eye even though hes friends with the Robinsons. And he didnt change his form either. I love the color on him too ejdhhedhd

...wait a minute THATS NOT SCARECROW HOLD ON THATS SAR THAT SONUVAB****

I'm so glad he dies at the end because MAN DOES HE DESERVE IT

This smug mf. Unfeeling funny looking tin man hope you get squashed and turn into rust in Hell you evil creature deteriorate into dust you simpleton.

"I will set you free" bro what this is why I'm glad Robot came after your flat looking b**** arse. Ugly looking metal chair I wanna fold you and then yeet you into the sun and I will watch happily as you explode into particles and melt coming out looking like a plastic surgery gone wrong

If ur fav character is SAR that alone is a red flag

look at him! look at Scarecrow!

Mf I said LOOK

He just wanna say sup

I would look into his eye everyday every moment frrrrr so sparkly I wanna hug him AND HE CAN BE A HEATER MY MAN IS THE DELUXE PACKAGE AND MOREEE

I would look like a ant next to him but it's fine I'll be the skinny gf and he can be the buff gf ❤

wait what no he didnt get his neck snapped he still alive tf you mean 🤨

*rages in denial*

credits to creator, I couldn't find them 😭

But whoever you are, lemme kiss YOU for making this master piece

Robot is a male wife shut up idc what you say

Ok I'm done ranting about Lost In Space (or am I buahahaha)

Oh and if u havent watched it (how tf u did not watch it is concerning) you def should it's such a wonderful show

#Lost in space #Robot #Scarecrow #Sci fi #Robots #Aliens #Robot aliens #SAR #Sar needs to perish from existence #I hope he suffers #More

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rewiredthethirdblog · 2 months ago

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Comment by pepperjones926 on Reddit

The New London School Explosion. On the afternoon of March 18, 1937, the shop teacher at the school in New London, TX turned on an electric sander. Unbeknownst to him, there was a massive natural gas leak under the school. The sander sparked, which ignited the gas and caused a massive explosion that killed almost 300 students and teachers. It was absolutely horrific. The force of the explosion was so great that a two ton block of concrete crushed a car parked 200 feet away. This event is actually why natural gas has a smell now. They started adding it after the explosion so that something like this couldn’t ever happen again.

My grandfather was actually one of the survivors of the explosion. He never talked about it, even to his own family, so I didn’t really know too much about it (other than the fact that he’d survived) until after his death. Toward the end of his life, he’d suffered a series of strokes that left him pretty physically incapacitated, so my dad had given him a voice-activated tape recorder and suggested maybe he could record his memoirs for his grandkids to listen to someday. As it turns out, he did. We have hours and hours of cassette tapes of him telling the story of his (actually very interesting) life, including a big section on the New London school explosion. For the sake of everyone’s privacy, I’ll call my grandfather Papa and use an initial for anyone else.

Papa was in eighth grade when it happened, in his English class at about 3:00 PM on a Thursday afternoon. At the beginning of class, Papa and his buddy T had been messing around and being loud in the back of the classroom (as eighth grade boys often do). His teacher, Miss M, had enough of their disruptions and made Papa switch seats with another student. He moved into the girl’s desk in the front row, and she moved back into his desk in the back of the room. When the school exploded, they were taking a test on the book Ivanhoe. Papa was knocked out for a short time, and when he woke up, he couldn’t see anything because the dust was so thick. He looked down and saw that his pencil had blown clear through his hand. When the dust cleared, he saw that the whole back of the room was gone. I won’t go into details, but there were bodies (and parts of bodies) everywhere. The students in the front half of the room survived. The students in the back half did not. That included Papa’s friend T and the little girl who’d been forced to take Papa’s desk because of his misbehavior at the beginning of class. If he hadn’t been acting up, he would have been killed and she would have lived. He carried the guilt of her death until the day he died.

Papa’s classroom was on the second floor. There wasn’t any way to get to the room other than the open cavity of the explosion. After the few seconds of initial shock wore off, he and another classmate jumped into action. They were the only two kids in the class who hadn’t been badly injured. They made a tourniquet out of a sock and a shoelace for a girl with a severe injury to her arm and dug out their teacher, who was alive, but badly injured. By then, men were running up underneath the hole, so Papa and the other boy started lowering the injured to them. Then those who could walk, including Papa, climbed down. He ran off to look for his older brother, B, to see if he was OK.

As it turned out, B had been supposed to be in Geometry class. However, he and his buddy had snuck out to go fishing. The explosion happened as they were opening the door to head out to the parking lot. The force of the blast sent them tumbling head over foot across the lot. They were both banged up and dazed, but they survived. The rest of their Geometry class was killed. I don’t know that there’s a moral in the fact that both my grandfather and his brother survived because they were misbehaving that day. I do know that it weighed very heavily on both of them for he rest of their lives.

There’s a lot more to his story about the day and the aftermath (most of it absolutely horrific), but I won’t go into all of it here. A few small tidbits though:

- Papa and the boy who helped him rescue the other students from their classroom were both awarded medals and certificates of valor for their actions that day.

- Nearly every family in town lost a child - some all of their children. I’m sure you can imagine the extreme toll this took on everyone’s mental health. Papa described New London in the months following the explosion as a “town with no children.” To help with the healing process, the oil companies actively recruited families with kids to transfer in, so that there was some sense of normalcy when school started again in the fall.

- Papa had played French horn in the school band. However, when school started up again, he was asked to switch to trumpet, as the entire trumpet section had been killed.

A few years later, my grandfather went on to fight in World War II, and he saw some of the worst conflict in the Pacific (including Peleliu and the liberation of Manila). But he said that nothing he saw during the war was ever as bad as what he saw the day of the explosion. I’m always amazed that more people don’t know about it. It was major international news at the time.

EDIT: Holy cow! I’m overwhelmed by the amount of interest this has brought. Thank you for all of the awards and comments! To address a couple of things people mentioned in the comments:

- There is a small museum at the site of the explosion in New London. If you’re ever out that way, I do recommend checking it out. It is very well done and incredibly moving. My grandfather’s story, while amazing, is just one of many that day.

- A couple people mentioned the telegram from Hitler. Yes, it’s there at the museum. This was a few years before he came into full power, but he was an up-and-coming political figure in Germany at the time. I looked it up online. The original is in German, but the translation reads, “On the occasion of the terrible explosion at New London, Tex, which took so many young lives, I want to assure your Excellency of my and the German people‘s sincere sympathy. - Adolph Hitler, German Reichs Chancellor.”

- I don’t know the details, but I do know from some things my grandmother said, that Papa had some PTSD, both from the explosion and the war.

- We did get the recordings converted to digital files, which we have stored in several safe locations. A number of years ago I under took the project of transcribing everything and putting together a book of my grandfathers total memoirs. In addition to the school explosion, he really lived a fascinating life. As a little kid, he was present for one of the most famous circus disasters of all time (the Corsicana elephant rampage), and he saw some of the fiercest action in the Pacific as an engineer for the Army Air Force during WW2. He also went from being the dirt poor son of an oil field worker to a pretty successful salesman. Later in life, at the same time my dad went to graduate school, Papa decided to go back to school and get his masters as well, which led to a career shift to become a college professor, and he taught in both Louisiana and Hong Kong. He was really a very interesting guy. Sadly, he had his two strokes when I was pretty young, and he died when I was 14, so all of my memories of him are of a pretty ill man in a wheelchair. Working on transcribing his memoirs, I feel like I got to know him better after his death than I ever did in life. I am so thankful for that. I compiled the memoirs into a book that we published just for family members. In addition to my grandfather’s personal photographs (he kept a camera with him all throughout the war), there are a number of pictures that I pulled from online, so we couldn’t publish it as it is due to copyright issues. But maybe someday I will go back and reformat everything to submit to the Library of Congress or for wider distribution.

- You want a happy story about him to help counter the explosion? This is a good one. :-) At the start of WW2, while he was in basic training, a girl named Kitty sent her brother Keith a goofy picture of herself splashing around in the creek behind their family farm in TX. The picture of Kitty caught the attention of Keith's bunkmate, Papa, who decided to write Kitty a smart alecky note of his own, jokingly criticizing her manners for showing her ugly bare feet in public. Kitty was not amused. She wrote him a scathing letter, and received a very apologetic note from Papa in response. This began a written correspondence that continued throughout the war. Papa wrote faithfully from some of the most remote, dangerous locations in the Pacific. She sent him news of the home front and taunted him with descriptions of fried chicken dinners. He sent her pictures of crocodiles and told her of the orphaned children he cared for after the Liberation of Manila. When Papa came back to the US in 1946, he made a trip out to the farm to see his old friend Keith and to finally meet Kitty face to face. That was on a Friday. They were engaged the following Wednesday and were happily married for over 50 years.

Edit #2 for a typo.

Edit #3 - u/The_Essayist_8 brought this video clip to my attention, and it’s a pretty good account of the event. There are firsthand survivor stories, including one quite similar to my grandfather’s situation, only this man traded seats with another student so that he could sit near the girl he liked. He survived, the other student did not. Worth a watch, but be warned that it’s pretty heartbreaking. https://youtu.be/aKt01p3DJRw

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80-ursa-major · 6 months ago

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binged midnight monologuesmass.

SPOILERS

went in blind so when SUDDENLY VAMPIRES i was like what the fuck. And then they killed Riley aaaahhh. But I saw he was on the next episode so I kept watching and then he died again. For real this time. noooooooooo! And then I thought I might as well finish it and pre-emptive tl;dr it was laughably bad.

the priest actor people praise? zero charisma, he was like you got an average joe from the streets and told him to recite sermons. and his voice droned and droned omg stop talking! Riley's monologue wasn't good either tbh but his voice (ok fine and his face) was easier on the ears (and eyes) so at least you could watch. But the teacher lady argh her monologues were cringe and then they fucking replayed them so she could have the final montage and I just couldn't do it. She does that thing with her eyes, they're so open and not blinking like she's trying to hypnotize you?? Idk maybe her husband told her it looks good on camera. Btw I was shook when I found out because he didn't add even one chaste kiss with Riley but he had no issue with five uninterrupted minutes of a gross demon sucking her neck. Ooof.

I almost forgot the worst monologue not because of the theme or the actor (at least he put some passion in instead of blahblah) but the TIMING. The doctor tells you, the policeman there's a contagion and idk maybe hopefully you have some ideas to minimize victims? And he's like I'M THE VICTIM! And launches on a long-ass life-story about how he's the best dude but the evil west still hates him cause he's a muslim. Like sir this is a wendy's. The show is reaching its end, the apocalypse is coming, the (non-white?) lady simply came to you because you are the only cop so this is literally your job. So many episodes and you couldn't give this man a proper place to rightly explode about this injustice. Ironically enough mr. flanagan this might be a macro-aggresion pfffft. Oh and his son needed a little more screentime or at least show when he took the eucharist but then again imagine if he had had a monologue too, lord help me! XD

As for the vampire (did he forget he could mimic voices? he was like the only one who should have gotten a monologue but didn't bah) come on now! I know what the bible says about angels. I get that some people had a vested interest in pretending he was helping them but this creature looks like the most generic movie demon. Did the oil spill affect the water and everyone's iq dropped or something? Speaking of iq I love Riley but my boy is pretty dumb too. Like self-immolate in front of everyone to convince them or go to the mainland to convince them to help. Don't fucking traumatise the woman you love who already lost a baby. It's even dumber cause he couldn't stop seeing the dead teen so he should know what it does to a person.

Ending was batshit! Like what was this dude's plan? How would they all immediately control themselves? No wonder everyone just goes crazy and for added dumbassery they burn their homes and then achieve clarity and accept they have to die. Sure sure no one was selfish enough to hide in the shade of the trees or under a blanket. Even Bev (best acting probably) just starts digging lmao. In a way this was a good comedy. I also like the tender love Riley's parents had and his brother escaping with his gf was great. But can they really reach the mainland? And who'll be paying for her therapies? And if the demon had died earlier wouldn't everyone else be cured??? Oh well no one cares.

most ironically enough despite the ten thousand long monologues the best part was just those two lines Riley scribbled and wasn't even there to deliver them himself. DUST!!!

lastly and most importantly fuck you fuck you fuck you for those dead cats. Should have stopped watching right there.

#midnight mass spoilers #time for my scheduled ranting #tv tv tv #hahahaha

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atlasfield · 1 year ago

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22 - You Are Not Alone

Chirin woke up? ...

Yes... and no... It was real. Chirin looked around him. The forest was on peace, burned, but quiet. The voices silenced, the wind claimed a moment for wait. He forgot for a moment who was in front of him.

Mune has been used his powders for open Chirins heart, replacing the bad moments with Wolf for his childhood on the farm with his mother and friends.

- Homesick to the past. - Said quietly Cheshire to Mune. - You are so deadly when you act. - I had not choice. - Said Mune quietly too. - I was not sure what put on his hope and dreams.

Both got quiet. They looked the scene. Campanella was in front of the lamb. The pink cat watched Chirin. The big eyes of the cat reflected the sadness of the lamb. Mune and Cheshire retired quietly.

- I´m so sorry for burnt your clothes. - Chirin apologies. - Don´t you feel shame of be naked? - No. - Responded Chirin. - I use clothes because I´m cold. But I have nothing for hide. Are you ashamed of my body? - Yes... no, yes... I´m so sorry I am very ashamed. My actions were not right. Could you forgive me? - Yes, yes Chirin, I forgive you. - Chirin dropped some tears. - Did you... did you had mom? - Aske the lamb. - Yes. - What happened to her? - Campanella closed his eyes, the question of Chirin was difficult to answer. - I cannot remember. But is ok. She is fine. She is awaiting me.

Chirin tried to find an excuse of get out but in the same time stay there talking with Campanella.

- Tell me. - Continued Chirin. - In what I was wrong?

Campanella looked the lamb. His eyes filled of tears.

- You made the same mistake than I. - Campanella said. - You didn't mourn your mother. - I... I cried next to her. I felt bad for her. - Yes, I know, but you negated what happened. You exploded on rage trying to destory everything. You negociated with Wolf. But when you finished him, you fell on a deep depression, and you never accepted the lost of your mother replaced later for Wolf who you considered him a father.

Chirin fell on his kness and he tries to excuse himself.

- I was a sheep, a small sheep. A silly sheep. - And I was a kitty too. The difference between me and you is... I died before I could mourn my mother. You had time, a large life... I didn´t.

Chirin felt bad. He tried to not continue with the talking. Then he remembered when he walked alone on the snowy mountains crying "Wou".

- You are not alone. - Campanella said as he read his mind. - Not anymore. - Then Chirin, resigned to continuing talking he asked a question: - What can I do for you? - Chirin sounded now calmed. - Please, could you give me back the ticket of my friend Giovanni? He needs it for travel with me to Cross of South on the galactic railroad.

Chirin nodded. From his bell taked the ticket and gave to Campanella.

- I wanted go there too. - Chirin said, sounded defeated. - Maybe I will not go never. - Maybe you will. - Said Campanella. - Remember, you are not alone.

Then, Chirin leaved to escape a sigh, and his body changed. His horns dissappeared and his muscles become soft. He looked more like a sheep.

- Go. - Chirin said. - Go with Giovanni, and tell him I am so sorry for burnt his clothes and steal his ticket.

Campanella nodded in silence, he turned around and in silence started to walk to Mune and Cheshire. On that exactly moment Chirins body become on dust and only left a black smoke. Chirin became into a Shadow. Everybody looked his transformation.

- What will you do now, Chirin? - Asked Cheshire giving him a smile. - Find myself . Replied Chirin, but his voice sounded distorted. - If I cannot find the forgive on myself, I will help others find it. - So pity. But... I will come again soon. I hope you are not here anymore when I arrive. - I hope not. But if I see you again...

Chirin decided stop to talk, he dissappeared walking into the woods.

Mune, Cheshire and Campanella abandoned Gehenna in silence. Nobody talked about what happened.

However...

Mune looked back and on the forest a small golden light shiny.

Then they heard a small bell on the distance...

#atlasfield #fanart #fandom #furry #crossover #chirin's bell #chirin #chirin no suzu #ringing bell #campanella #galactic raiload

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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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You failed ok. It's due to the Mac retards not allowing him to have gear on this trip to the oven and said go there without it and he died and they know about it and they know why I died no I think it's just wandered around and died cuz they're idiots when someone killed them cuz he didn't have gear. Now they're going out there in Mass because they think it's about people all the time these people are idiots. And he died of gruesome death no it was mild and the skeleton is there after the flesh is gone it doesn't really have a tendency to explode if the bone marrow is dried out or hollowed out and it is and he's dead and really didn't help our son that much is prevented from helping him and it made it worse for our son which made us do the work that's function our son mentioned and it crushed you retards. There's a small memorial there no there will be in Norway and my son say we can put it near the cathedral as a reminder and to those with brains that you can't go near a Kaiju. Let me see what you're saying so we're going to do that and we'll have Outpost watching it. It said anyways it's a sad thing cuz you people are fake and you're so lame and a whole realm is falling because of you and I said it too you can't let them take all the credit for failing so got to get you out of the way and defeat these people head on.

We're angry too because you keep mentioning it but he died like you people who died today meaningless deaths and your dust is already all over the island and you can see it it's three or four inches thick it does nothing but create static as our son and daughter say and you're grossly stupid it's very acidic when it gets wet You get zapped much faster and easier

Thor Freya

For sending the warning out so you go there

Zues Hera

We do mean to send you there and you don't have to say that you're going there because we're warning you because that's why we're saying it

Nuada Arrianna

Olympus and yeah your own people clear the gear off you don't worry about living you go there you going to be gone already 50,000 people who died there today, as her son and daughter say there's no real way to warn you people you just go right to whatever you think is worth something

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