#fu got implants

[snow-body]

boo- body types of my OC's + Sashimi the cat

[shuobox]

Heyyyyy *twirls my hair as i make your happy canon life doomed by my narrative *

God. Rewrite aiden in my au. Where do i start w him

In my little rewrite version, he's like. His entire life is doomed from the start. Grew up with a neglectful and pushy family where he felt constantly scared and weak in, making him seek control in other parts of his life (why he's so aggressive and rude, later becoming outright violent)

During sky city, it's Lukas who's fighting against him on the bridge, and after a struggle and Aiden's whole shpeel about Lukas abandoning them (aiden, maya, gill) like nothing for the new order of the stone

Anyway . Copper golems (that belong to the founder) appear and latch onto the guy's legs, and yk the storm during that bridge scene? Yeah. The dude gets struck by lightning with the force of five dying neuron stars and then just... wobbles back and forth.... before the copper golems let go, and he falls off the side into the water

While the blazerods are stuck in Sky City as it is being rebuilt on the ground they find an opportunity to break out and they book it to the portal, get lost for a little bit in the Atlas (remade portal hallway. Imagine those images of like, illusion staircases where gravity is weird. And theres stairs and halls full of portals wherever you look. Like that.) And they pass into like the worst possible place ever that is just CRAWLING with illagers

They get trapped, thrown in jail, tortured a wee bit before maya and gill are taken dor experimentation and Aiden was supposed to be the next (his arms were already cut off, and he saw what became of maya and gill after they got experimented on) but two new arrivals were found so they decided to stop temporarily

I AM NNNOT going to continue the story from there . Because it includes another character and an oc i want to like. Build up towards

In any case, skipping ahead like a few pages when aiden manages to get out and is now travelling with 2 people (one of which is more than happy to use him as bait or a human shield), guy really just wants his arms back and feels stupid and scared without. Arms. Hes losing hope UNTIL they get to a certain dimension with a city full of these advanced redstone-loving folk

In aiden's endless luck they get into the equivalent of the black market and they find people willing to give aiden new limbs for free IF he agrees to the terms and conditions

... the terms and conditions were "we can freely experiment on ur ass for as long as we want :3" and thats. Yeah thats what the tinkerers did. They were super proud of themselves and even slapped on their logo on him

Aiden is completely useless at walking and using his mech spider legs for a long while till he eventually manages to grasp it enough to keep going. Hallelujah !! He eventually gets time to process everything that happens to him lol (he feels miserable for a while)

Other hcs down here vv

- enjoy embroidery. He's kind of shabby at it, but it takes his mind off of things. He also writes small anthology stories in a wee stolen journal he makes up when his mind drifts

- The jacket he's wearing is stolen, lmao

- when his jaw was ripped out and replaced, so was his teeth; they make a loud clank noise if he snaps his teeth. Like a beartrap!! Also a strong bite strength

- i like to think he made a small makeshift funeral for maya and gill despite having nothing of them. It helped him cope a lil

- is surprisingly kinder to kids who aren't like, loud, or overly annoying.

- misses having hands sometimes (misses being able to hold pencils normally, or feeling the fur of animals, or warmth and cold, or holding things, etc etc...)

- Loves fighting without a weapon in stupid amounts. He'll scrap w a skeleton for fun, and it's even easier with his edward scissorhands ass implants. The reason his jacket has that fire charge burn is because he got distracted with "playing" w a ghast

- in a similar fashion, likes play-fighting (i say play-fighting, but i mean like, full-on blood and bruises but without ill intent when i say fighting)

His fav mobs are creepers. Has attempted to get close to one before. In addition, really likes the nether as well.

- Given he can't yell as much anymore (though he will still be the loudest man on earth if something scares him) (think incyn from neocranium streams), he's overly condescening and sarcastic instead.

- His right pupil is all janked up because his face got slashed; the reason why was because he was trying to fight off the illagers that were taking Maya + Gill. Still believes he could've tried harder.

- occasionally loses sleep either because of adrenaline, stress, nightmares, or just because of his already abysmal sleep schedule.

^ not a morning person.

- is, in fact, still super competitive and will brag about any victory ever. Still learning not be a sore loser (its a work in progress, but its there)

- has dark humour in the sense he'll try and joke about things in the worst moments, also a bit grim or rude in the same way. He'll laugh about stupid shit in general, though.

^ when he laughs loud enough and for too long, steam will also come out his jaw vents/mouth (not to the same amount if he was to scream and overload his throat implant, its lighter and not as obtrusive)

- has a really good knack for stealing things and negotiating with traders. He likes doing it, too. He feels awfully proud of himself when he manages to pull it off.

- His little antenna thing at the side of his head emotes (whirrs up and down or twists slightly from side to side. Think warrior cat fanart or something.)

- can come off as rude (and he is, dont get me wrong), but sometimes it is just genuinely being blunt or like, brutally honest with his thoughts. He doesn't even do it intentionally, it just becomes a reflex lmfao

- Will ramble on about the history and art and process regarding architecture if he can. He'll get embarrassed about going off on a tangent for so long and will shut up but like a couple months later he will absolutely start up again

- likes using his mech spider legs to skewer zombies. Morbid stress relief, but it's still mildly satisfying to him.

- has a really bad fear of storms after the whole sky city thing; it makes him have what is essentially flashbacks to everything to the bridge fight and after it (aka, deaths of his previously closest friends). Feels similarly to copper golems and will like, discreetly knock them over or push them away using his mech-spider legs

- wont admit it for the life of him but actually really enjoys feeding birds. Wont say it because he feels like thats something people over the age of 60 do when they're having a late-life crisis.

- easy to annoy thanks to his temper

(Next design will be of a certain .,.. pumpkin-related lady ....)

[jpitha]

The Dreams of Hyacinth 12

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The buzzing of the call woke up Nick. He came to consciousness slowly, confused, tangled up in Eastern and Selkirk. It took a minute to realize what it was. His implants were buzzing with a ping from an outside source.

Nick sat up and remembering the things that Queenie taught him, checked the source and opened the connection. It was static, but he expected that; it was an encrypted link. It must be Sunny calling. He applied her keys and the message resolved.

"Hey meatbag. Got some news for you. I've got some information on your missing AI."

"Sunny?"

"Who else, fuckface? Ancestors, I can't stand BIs. How do you even sleep? The whole process squicks me out and makes me uncomfortable. You just go unconscious for hours at a time and are fine with it." Nick could see Sunny's avatar on the call shudder. "Anyway, I don't have much. That person did not want to be found, if they even exist at all." Sunny stops and her avatar looks thoughtful. "Nick are you sure this person exists?"

Nick wasn't actually sure. He said as much to Sunny. "We were ordered to find her from Jameson. He said she was his daughter, so we assumed she was real. Why would he lie?"

Sunny peered at Nick and raised an eyebrow. "Ancestors be damned you're thick, Nick. He's got all kinds of reasons to lie." Sunny looked down at something. It was only an avatar for their voice only call, but it did a decent job emulating her expressions. "Nick. I'll give you the info I found, and I did run right up against the contracted fifty hours, but." Sunny sighed. "I can't believe I'm being nice to a BI, what's come over me." She started again. "Nick, you might want to leave this one. Delta off Hyacinth, go start somewhere else. Jameson is a big hat here on Hyacinth, but only on Hyacinth. Even if you went in-system to Luna or hell, even Venus you'd probably be free of him."

"Wait, what? Why?"

Sunny gave Nick a look. "Because this whole thing stinks and I think that if you look deep within yourself, you'll smell it too." Sunny starts ticking points off on her fingers. "All you were given was a name and a statement that she's Jameson's daughter. Then you were stuffed full of cybernetics - you've even got a full starship piloting suite, something that as far as I know only went to Colony Captains. Then you were turned loose on Hyacinth and were picked up by Houndstooth almost immediately and told the same basic thing. 'Go get Yon.' Still no description." Sunny shook her head. "Nicholas North you are being played."

"To what end?"

"Fuck if I know, Nick. You didn't pay me to find that out." She raises a finger. "And before you ask, you don't have enough. I'm out. She gestured at him and a file appeared in his vision. "Here's what I found. Use it or not, I don't care. I'm just telling you to leave this one be because I'm so fucking caring about the lives of BIs." In a flash, she switched to the old, bubbly Sunny. "Don't call me again Nick! I'm deleting these encryption keys. If I see you in The Basement, I never met you, and I expect you to act the same way." Her fake Smile was sickly and disconcerting. "Bye Nick! Fuck off!" Sunny closed the connection.

Nick layed in bed, trapped by Eastern and Selkrik for a while longer. He used the opportunity to think about their predicament. Nick opens the file and uses Sunny's keys to decrypt it. As the decryption finishes, the keys evaporate, their job complete.

It's... not much to go on.

The report is peppered with little comments by Sunny, pointing out details and parts that - to her - don't add up. There might be an AI who goes by Yon when they're in a body and they probably claimed Hyacinth as a residence within the last fifty years. Nick stops a moment when he reads this. He knows that AIs can be old, and so long as they keep up on maintenance don't really die unless they're killed, but the fact that Yon may have lived on Hyacinth within the last fifty years is not a lot go go on. Reading further he sees that Sunny agrees with him that the timeline is way too wide to be effective. Sunny also points out that the moment she tried to dig deeper than superficial details she would get attacked by anti-hacking algorithms. Her annotation mentioned that they were "Real dark stuff too, not the normal watchdogs."

At the bottom of the report was an image. Sunny actually went through the effort of mimicking a handwritten note.

"Nick. My goodness you're fucked. If I were to guess, I'd say Yon did exist, but has nothing to do with anything in the last half century. You are being sent on a wild chase. I don't know why, and I don't care why. If you don't value your continued existence, bring it up with your employer. If you do value your continued existence, sell all your shit and book passage away. Doesn't matter where, just delta."

The note was then signed "Sunny" with crudely drawn hearts and daggers stabbing a stick figure of a person - probably a BI.

Nick leaned back in bed and sighed. He slowly and carefully extricated himself from the tangle of people in the bed and padded towards the kitchen. He got some coffee and tea going and once it was ready padded to the living room. Sitting on the couch, he carefully took a sip of the hot coffee and put his head back, leaning against the top of the couch and stared at the ceiling a long time.

After a while, Eastern and Selkirk came out, looking concerned. Selkirk came over and sat next to Nick while Eastern went and got coffee and tea for them. "Nick, what's wrong?"

"I got a message from Sunny."

"Not good news, I take it."

As they were talking, Eastern came in and handed a mug of tea to Selkirk.

Nick looked at both of them. Together, he thought. Together they'd get through this. "Sunny says that basically there might have been an AI that went by Yon who might have claimed residence on Hyacinth, but she wasn't able to pin down her living here anytime in the last fifty years. Basically, if she was real, she hasn't been around here in half a century." Nick sighed. "Sunny also said to never call her again."

Eastern and Selkirk were stunned into silence. All three of them stared up at the ceiling. "So, what does this mean?" Eastern was so quiet she was almost whispering.

"Means we've just gotten confirmation we're being played." Selkirk glowered into her mug of tea, her ears and tail fluffed out angrily."

"Yes, but by who? Jameson? Doesn't make sense. He seemed adamant that he had a daughter. He even gave Nick and me fucking cybernetics. Houndstooth? Siobhan wouldn't go through all that effort for nothing." Eastern rubbed her temples. "Argh, it doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense."

Nick sat up suddenly. "What if that's it?"

Eastern stopped rubbing her temples and looked at Nick through the corner of her eye. "What's it?"

"What if that's it. What if Jameson and Houndstooth think Yon exists, but she doesn't. Or did, but not anymore. What if it's not us specifically being played but Hyacinth."

Eastern and Selkirk sit up and stare at Nick. "Why though?" Selkirk flicks her ears.

"If I knew that, we wouldn't be as fucked as we are." Nick stood. "Come on though, let's go pay a visit to Jameson. I've got an idea."

"A good one?" Eastern stands up with Nick.

"Oh Fuck no. This is incredibly stupid." Nick laughs. "But I don't have anything else."

The three of them left Eastern's apartment and walked out to the square. Nick looked at Eastern. "I don't have a Hopper account, and I don't know Jameson's address. Can you call us one?"

Eastern fumbles for her pad. "Sure Nick. We're getting pretty low on funds though, so unless we get a payout from Jameson we're taking the metro down to the bottom and then back up here when we're done."

"I thought we had an expense account." Selkirk puts her hands on her hips.

"We did. We burned through it."

"Hmmph. Some expense account."

The Hopper descended while they groused about money. Everyone climbed aboard and dashed across arms to the industrial arm where Jameson lives.

As they approached his building, there were a few of Jameson's goons sitting outside in folding chairs playing cards and watching videos on their pad. They looked up as the three of them walked up. The one by the door nodded and opened the door. "Jameson is in the back Eastern, check in with Kelly at the front desk first though, okay?"

Eastern, Nick and Selkirk were fully taken aback. This was not how they expected to be treated. "R-right you are. Thanks" Eastern answered and the three of them headed in.

In the comfortable waiting room, Kelly was where they saw her before, once again watching videos on her pad. She looked up as they entered. "Hey Eastern, Nick, Selkirk. I'll let Jameson know you're here."

The three of them sat on the chairs in stunned silence.

After three or four minutes the door opened and Jameson himself wheeled out to the waiting room. "Eastern! and Nick and Selkirk! How are you? Healing up all right? It's good to see you? You need a drink? Come on, come with me to my office and we can chat."

Eastern, Nick and Selkirk stiffly stood up and followed him into his office. This time there were no guards behind them to slam the door, no chairs with straps, no beds. Just Jameson's desk and a few chairs. They sat down stiffly and watched Jameson wheel himself behind his desk and connect.

"Ah. That's better. Now, what can Jameson do for you three?"

Nick couldn't stand it any longer. "Jameson, we think Yon doesn't exist, or if she did it was a half century ago. Are you sure she's your daughter?"

Jameson looked at them with an odd expression. "Who's Yon?"

Eastern's voice was a whisper. "What?"

Jameson shrugged. "Who's Yon? Never heard the name before. Are they an AI? Should I know them?"

Nick's mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to make words come forth. He stopped and took a long breath and held it a few seconds, letting is out slowly through his nose. "Jameson, a few days ago, you told us to find your daughter, an AI named Yon. You installed the cybernetic suite into me and Eastern to help find her. You asked us to find out where she was and bring her back."

Jameson frowned. He glanced down on a display built into his desk and his brow furrowed further. He pressed a button on his desk, and there was a bassy alarm. Nick could hear the thundering of feet and what sounded like shutters coming down. After no time at all, there was a crackle of a speaker on Jameson's desk. "We're locked down boss. What's up?"

Jameson pressed a button on the speaker. "Get the logs. Last two weeks. Institute a change freeze. Full work stoppage until we get the logs and they're gone through with a fine toothed comb." Jameson looked up at Eastern, Nick and Selkirk. "For what's it's worth, I believe you. This room has quite an advanced suite of electronics and sensors setup to detect if BIs are lying. You three are not lying in the least, but what you're saying does not match up with my memories. I remember giving you and Nick the cybernetics because you two had volunteered to be pilots on a starship."

"Starship? Jameson, I've been on one starship in my life. I took a Starjumper from Parvati to here, and that was it."

Eastern nods. "I've been on more than Nick, but I've never been on a Starjumper, never left Sol."

Selkirk's tail swishes. "I haven't been on a starship since I came here a quarter century ago"

Nick looks at Jameson "Which is all to say, I don't think any of us would volunteer to pilot a starship."

Jameson nods. "Exactly. Either you're lying - which if you are, fuck you're good enough that you can have my job - or my memories were edited. It's not impossible, but it's difficult and even more difficult to do without prior knowledge. But why?"

Nick's shoulders slumped. "That's what we were hoping to find out. We have no idea."

Selkirk's ears perk up. "Wait. Houndstooth took us almost right after we left your place. Someone Eastern knows... Siobhan maybe? She said that they had hired an AI to work for them and they were supposed to be in the coffin box that we stole. For a while we thought they meant Yon, but clearly if she doesn't exist, then either they're talking about a different AI or... they..." She trails off, worried.

Jameson looks up at the ceiling, thinking. "Siobhan, Siobhan... works for Houndstooth? Eastern, she's got red hair, freckles and those weird green eyes?"

Eastern nods. "That's her."

Jameson looks worried. "Eastern, she died six months ago."

Everyone swings their head around to look at Jameson.

"She.. died?" Nick felt the ground slipping beneath his feet. He started feeling dizzy.

"Yes. Died in a Hopper crash actually."

Eastern looks worried. "But wasn't she picked up after a job went bad?"

"The job you were with her on, and you ran away?" Jameson smiled. "Don't feel bad about that, by the way. You were right to run. But yes, she got 3 months probation because they couldn't pin anything really bad on her. Aggressive loitering or something stupid like that. After I kept mild tabs on her in case she wanted to come back for more work. I got a report that she was on a Hopper that crashed. She was the only passenger, dead."

Nick shuffles in his chair awkwardly. "So who spoke to us after we got picked up?"

"Now that Nick my boy, is a good question."

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[wildbornsiren]

The Deconstruction of Hangman Part Two. || Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd/Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin.

The Deconstruction of Hangman: Part Two Summary: Out of everyone, he hadn’t expected Bob to be the one to see past the mask.   2,148/3,589 words Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd/Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin Slash.  Warnings: tobacco use, making out. Notes: I’ve been hanging on to this idea for a while. Likes are appreciated, comments and reblogs are my favorite. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.  Part One **Tag list is no more. Please follow @wbslibrary​ **

Jake leans against the wall, arms crossed over his shoulders. The white metal door taunted him. The nameplate next to the door had a familiar name on it, and an empty slot, meaning Bob had a room to himself. There was a buzzing under his skin, an itch that no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t scratch. Parts of him ached for touch, and yet everyone he had let touch him couldn’t sate the constant longing for something—someone. He was off his game, eyes drawn toward Floyd in the classroom, the mess hall. The Hard Deck, the way the smooth column of his throat bobbed when he sipped at water or a coke. The woodsy undertone of his cologne that lingered when he walked past chatting with Trace. The confidence in his voice over the coms, instilling a sense of trust that Jake wasn’t quite willing to acknowledge. It wasn’t that he was without options. He had plenty—names in his phone with faces that were forgettable. Faces that blended into one amalgamation of masculine voices and bodies. Nothing compared to that slow drawl, honey sweet and lingering as it embedded itself in his mind. The way Floyd said his name was enough to get him off.

“Is there something wrong with my door?” Leaning against the wall next to him, mirroring his stance is Bob. “Just wondering why, you have a room to yourself, and I’m stuck with Bradshaw.” Bob shrugs, “Luck of the draw really.” Jake can feel the weight of his gazes, and he knows if he looks up, at Bob’s face those brilliant blue eyes would pierce through him once more, and he’d be open, exposed. Jake Seresin didn’t do exposed, and yet—just a glance could bring everything down. “You’re a lucky guy.” “What’s really on your mind?” Bob asks. His voice is a little distorted, and when Jake finally looks up, he sees Bob tucking a pouch between his lip and gums. “Really now? The straight-laced Bobby Floyd dips?” The can disappears into the pocket of Bob’s jeans. “I’m not without vices Jake. I just am a little more reserved about mine.” He pushes away from the wall, crosses the hall and unlocks his door. “Are you coming in, or are you going to further ponder the fact that you have a roomie, and I don’t?” There has to  be a magnet implanted somewhere under his skin, and it’s partner is somewhere on Bob. He's following after, closing the door behind him. The room is clean, but comfortable. It’s obvious someone lives there, the exact opposite of how he expected Bob’s quarters to be. There’s a blanket on the small couch, a sweatshirt on the middle of the table, a pair of sneakers by the door. His bed is pin-neat and there’s a subtle scent of vanilla. “What’s that?” Jake asks. “You want a beer or something?” Bob’s got a coke and an empty pop bottle in his hand. “You don’t drink but you have beer.” “I don’t like the person I am when I drink, doesn’t mean I think others shouldn’t.” Bob presses a bottle of Shiner into Jake’s hand. “There’s coke and water if you don’t want that.” He sprawls out on one end of the couch. “Talk to me.” It's such a simple sentence and it unlocks so much. Jake opens his mouth, words tumbling over themselves to get out, and all he can utter is a noncommittal grunt. He licks his lips, looking up at the same flat ceiling he has in his own room. “You confuse me.” It’s harsher than he expected, voice laced with a tension that’s been burrowed between his shoulder blades ever since the first time they were alone together. “Because I see through your bullshit?” “No.” Jake says. “Yes. But beside that’s the fact that you seem to fucking care.” “I do care.” Frustration as well as confusion, worry and doubt, and the tiniest bit of hope bubble out, and Jake barks out a harsh laugh. “Why?” His hands shake when he opens the bottle, taking a long drink of the cold beer. “I’m not going to feed you some bullshit about seeing the good under the attitude, or that you push people away as a front to protect yourself.” Bob holds up a finger quieting protest, “Not that I don’t see those in you, and I care about the person you’re so intent on protecting from the world. I care, because I like you. Sure, you cross a lot of lines, but so did Bradshaw. I like you.” Bob takes a drink of his coke. “You make sure everyone’s got a ride home from the bar, and if they don’t you stop drinking, or you get them a ride share. You’ve got a picture of your momma in your flight suit; you tap your locker three times before you leave for flights. You only give me shit that I don’t drink when you’re uncomfortable drinking in front of me, because you don’t want me to be uncomfortable.” “You need a hobby.” Jake’s tongue feels like sandpaper in his mouth. He knew Bob was observant (they all were, their lives depended on it), but Bob saw him and that, once more left him exposed. He needs sit down. Jake crosses the room, sitting heavily on the other end of the couch. He rubs at his face and sighs. “How does—how does that even equate to caring about me?” “What someone does when no one’s looking speaks more to their character than what they do when others are watching.” “You read that off of a fortune cookie or something?” “No, it was embroidered on one of my nanna’s throw pillows.” Bob says. Jake glances side long at him, and the son of a bitch was grinning. “I really hate you.” “I know.” Bob shrugs, taking another sip of his coke. “Anything else you need to get off your chest?” “About the other night.” Jake says carefully, peeling the label from his bottle. “You didn’t tell anyone did you?” Bob shakes his head and reaches for the remote. “You could have just lead with that Jake.” “I can’t stop thinking about it.” A pause, “about you.” There’s a long quiet, interrupted only by the tinned laugher on a talk show. Jake settles back further on the couch, his thigh pressing against Bob’s. The other man is so warm and doesn’t pull away. Those large hands cradle the can of coke, making it seem so much smaller than it is. Jake swallows a gulp of beer, doing his best to ignore the memory of those hands on his skin. The way Bob touched him, coaxed moans and whimpers from him, so fucking easily. “Been here the whole time.” Bob says. He shifts on the couch, their legs pressing closer. “Did you feel something?” Jake stares at the television, not seeing anything but the chattering host. “Desire,” Bob says. “Wanted—wanted to make you feel good. Wanted to show you what it’s like to feel when it’s someone who cares about you giving you pleasure. Frustration.” Desire. Not lust, not need, want, crave—desire. Jake swallows hard, closing his eyes against the flashing of the tv show. “Frustration?” Thankfully, his voice is steady. “That you put the walls up right away. You know I can see past them, so you don’t have to expend the energy to have them up around me.” “Bobby, I came all over myself just from rutting against your thigh.” He rubs at his face, “you barely touched me, and I came like a teenager.” “I didn’t have a problem with it. I’m sorry if you do.” He smiles softly, “I like it when you call me Bobby.” Jake sits up, looking over at him. Bob has slouched a little bit, those long legs stretched out in front of him. There’s no malice in the other man’s words, his expression even, calm. Bob’s chest rises and falls slowly as he breathes, occasionally bringing the empty bottle to his mouth to spit. He’s in jeans and a white t-shirt, warmth radiating from his frame, so fucking comforting and safe. Jake feels like he’s drowning. His hand moves of its own volition, resting on the well-worn denim clad thigh pressed to his. One of Bob’s hands covers his own, Jake twisting his palm to link their fingers together. Jake’s nearly one hundred percent sure Bob can hear his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. Jake’s hands are sweaty, and it’s too close in the room. “S’alright.” Bob murmurs, thumb brushing over the back of Jake’s hand. “Just relax. You wanted to talk, so we’ll talk.” “I want to kiss you.” Jake says. “Is that okay?” “Hang on.” Bob gently untangles their fingers and gets to his feet. Jake watches, regretting saying anything at all. “Didn’t think you wanted dip kisses.” Bob’s back on the couch after rinsing his mouth out. “I don’t like ‘em and I dip.” He settles next to Jake, one of those large hands cupping Jake’s cheek, drawing him closer. It's easy kissing Bob. He’s warm and soft, despite all the angles and sharp edges of his body. Jake groans softly, tongue sliding past Bob’s lips, licking into the other man’s mouth. Unhurried, Bobby pulling him closer. Jake murmuring against Bob’s lips when he straddles his thighs. Bob’s hands on him, fingers pushing the hem of his shirt up, grazing along his lower abdomen. It’s intoxicating, driving him crazy, wanting more. “Jake,” Bobby breathes, the word ghosting against Jake’s mouth. “Do it again. Please.” The t-shirt is soft under his fingers, well worn, well loved. It seems like everything Bob possesses is loved, cherished. There’s a slight scrape of stubble under his lips, Bob’s head tipping back as Jake explores his jawline. The smooth column of his throat, working his way back up. Jake slots his mouth against Bob’s swallowing the quiet little sounds that slide past the other man’s lips. Muscles roll and flex under Jake’s hand, his palm skimming up a flat torso, inching Bob’s shirt up as he goes. Jake pulls away long enough to tug the fabric up and off the other man, flinging it aside. “Wow.” He murmurs, staring transfixed at the other man. Bob is built, slender, lean muscle and pale skin, a light dusting of hair on his chest and torso, tapering down to disappear under the waistband of his jeans. “You look good.” Jake murmurs. He kisses down Bob’s throat again, along his collar bone, nose pressing into Bob’s chest hair, breathing deep. Those cedar notes from his cologne come through, and some spice and something underneath it all that’s just Bob. And he can’t get enough of it. “Can I take this off?” Bob tugs on Jake’s shirt. “Yeah,” Jake murmurs, lifting his head from the crook of Bob’s neck, a little starry eyed. Bob’s so warm, and strong under him. His voice is low and smooth, washing over Jake, raising goosebumps on his skin. Slender fingers trace along his body. Jake watches captivated at the path Bob’s touch weaves. Down his throat, along his collarbones. Brushing his pecs, palms smoothing over muscles, squeezing lightly. Blunt nails scrape along his abs, Jake arching under the touch. “Bobby,” He moans softly, hips rocking up, wanting that delicious touch lower. His own hands rest on Bob’s waist, thumbs smoothing over heated skin. “Please.” “Slow down,” Bob murmurs softly. “Just this tonight. Want to touch and kiss every inch of you.” Soft kisses land on Jake’s skin, Bob pulling him closer. “I know you want more, but fuck, sweetheart. I want to make this last.” His heart speeds up, Bob’s words and touches stoking him higher. There’s heat spiraling in his belly, bubbling under his skin. Jake’s hands smooth over Bob’s body, watching as the other man presses into the touch, soft sounds sliding from parted lips. “Make it last?” “As long as you want.” Bob murmurs against his shoulder. “Feels good.” He’s aching so hard for more, needing more, wanting to have Bob take him apart again, but this—it’s enough. He’ll unpack that later, but right now all he’s focused on is the softly spoken words against his neck, quiet praise, whispered admiration. It leaves him breathless, panting against Bob’s mouth, taking, taking, taking, claiming, devouring the other man. Jake feels a click, the shift of something seeded deep in the recesses of his mind. He's safe. Like this. With Bob, under him, that sweet mouth promising everything, and asking nothing in return. It's terrifying. “I know.” Bob’s voice is a little louder, breath against his ear. “I know. Just lean into it. I’m right here.” There’s a brief shot of pain, teeth nipping at his earlobe. “Catch me.” Jake mutters. “Sweetheart, I’m not going to let you go.” /end

[practically-an-x-man]

What visual medium would your fics be best represented by? (i.e. TV or Movie, live-action, traditional cartoon, anime, 3D animation, etc)

Oooh thank you!! This is super interesting!

So the short answer is that I tend to write my fics with the intent for them to "fit in" with the tone of their canon media - even in writing, I try to match the tone of whatever it is I'm writing about, so it really feels like a part of the established universe. My goal in writing is usually to make the reader forget that my OCs aren't canon characters and really to envelop them in that world as if they're reading something that belongs to canon.

That being said:

A Love Once New (Rae): I would say a movie to match the rest of the X-Men movies, but so much happens in this fics that I feel like it would be better represented by a TV show - I wouldn't want to miss the details or try to cram everything into a movie, so a TV show would help with that pacing. Live-action with practical effects and some CGI

Symphony in Silver (Robin): Live-action movie like the other X-Men movies, fit in somewhere between Apocalypse and Dark Phoenix.

Smoke and Mirrors (Madison): I could see this as a TV show, and honestly could go either way on live action vs animated. Live-action would fit the way I've imagined it more, but I think it could also be fun to see an animation similar to the classic X-Men cartoon (and animation would be better for Madison's mutations, since there are a lot of them and CGI could make it look a little wonky)

Catch and Release (Ophelia): I'd want the main thing to be a live-action movie (you're gonna hear this a lot... like I said, I generally try to match the tone/pace to canon), but Hobie's cameo would still be animated like he is in the ATSV.

Gia's fics: I don't have much written for her yet, but I could see her added to the Hawkeye TV show!

Heartstrings (Jasper): Live-action TV show, I've basically just added Jasper to AHS Coven

Taking Flight (Kestrel): This is an interesting one... a fic based on a book series, with no real visual components. I've heard Fablehaven may be getting a live-action reboot, but I honestly think Taking Flight would look best as a series of animated movies - either tradition 2D animation a la Brother Bear or Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, with painted landscapes and expressive but realistically-drawn animals; or a stylized 3D animation like we see in The Wild Robot. Either way, animation would complement the magic and natural themes of the fic, and be stylistic but not overly cartoony.

Who Waits Forever Anyway? (Katherine): I'd love to see a blended live-action and animated movie, where the main story is told in live-action but Katherine's interactions with the gods are a sort of artistic, stylized hand-drawn animation in the style of historic art (like the opening scene in Hercules with the Muses on the amphora, the flashbacks in Kung Fu Panda 2 that are like traditional Chinese paintings, the scene in Prince of Egypt with the hieroglyphs, etc.)

Desert Song (Quinn): All of my 6 Underground fics are based on the fact that 6 Underground was set up for sequels that then got cancelled, so it would be a big-budget live-action sequel like the first movie.

Eris' fics: Hm... Again, I'd go a little stylistic with it. In the main timeline, they do effectively fit into the 2021 Suicide Squad movie, so I see those as scenes implanted into the movie. But AU fics like Years Ahead or This Phantom Life, I could honestly see as animated in different styles - basically just give the script to a different animator each time and see what they come up with, like Star Wars: Visions.

Nikoletta's fics: Similar to Eris, I see some of her fics just being implanted scenes into The Suicide Squad, but I think I'd go the route of a spinoff TV show (a la Peacemaker) for the others. Her story's a bit more linear than Eris, so a traditional TV show would work better than an anthology for her.

Heart in Your Hands (Jimmy): Live-action movie! It follows the plot of Frozen Empire with the inclusion of Jimmy, anyway.

Vivienne's fics: This one's tough. Yes, it's based on a horror movie and will incorporate the plot of that horror movie, but I'm honestly writing it a bit more like the book! I'd definitely want it to be live-action, and go strictly practical effects for things like Vivienne's siren traits (maybe a little CGI for her eyes, like they do in The Shape of Water, but everything else should be makeup), but whether the pacing would be better with a movie (or series of movies) or a TV show is what I'm still not sure about.

Spider's fics: I'd want a live-action movie with a few "game-ified" elements, like Scott Pilgrim or Guns Akimbo - overlays up on the screen as Spider's categorizing his tapes, animated flairs or sparks surrounding his tape recorder, "+1 can of soup" as he picks up resources for survival, things like that. Basically, I'd want it to be live-action but with a focus on Spider's point of view, and his point of view is inspired by a lot of other movies and games. Oh, and the sound design had better be KILLER!

Terra & Pluto's fics: 3D animated TV, in line with Arcane itself. I mean, I designed the characters that way, I even made my best efforts to try and draw them in the Arcane style, and it would just fit best as part of that world.

Prometheus' Fics: Here's the thing... we're not supposed to SEE Prometheus. They don't have an established physical appearance beyond their clothing, and I want to keep it that way. They're meant to reflect the reader, and I wouldn't want that to be ruined by casting an actor and having people then imagine that actor when they think of the character. The solution... how about a first-person video game? It's about the only visual media I can think of that's commonly in a first-person perspective, and I think it could be interesting to give the players a level of control in Prometheus' story - that's the point, the first fic even has two endings so people can choose which they want to focus on!

Bolts and Blasters (Indigo): Live-action TV show - going back to ALON and S&M, there's a lot of plot to cover and a TV show would just help with the pacing more than a movie would. Plus, Star Wars has already done some high-quality TV shows, so I think a "spinoff" from the sequel movies would work here.

[nihilaraarchived]

so, i know my carrd is clunky, and messy and bad. so i've decided to make a big masterpost for kuro's hsr au. because as i play it, it is growing, and evolving as i find new things to !!! over. plus i feel it's a bit easier to just have the verse post here on my tumblr anyway where folks can see it easier.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: hamasaki kuro , just kuro please.

𝐀𝐆𝐄: 1000+ , his exact age isn't known. he's legit forgotten it.

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒: favored of the plagues author , cat guy ( express crew ) , killjoy , emanator of yaoshi ( not anymore. ) , more to come i'm sure...

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇: abundance ( previous ), later path dependent on plotting :)

as you know, kuro's home world died.

the planet just could not sustain life anymore, and while it isn't coincidence that yao/shi chose him to be an emanator- it didn't happen until the planet was dead. a husk essentially, for him to implant the power of the abundance within, and bring it back with that alone. making it completely reliant on the aeon, and an ecological horror show of never ending life and growth.

during his time as an emanator, kuro worked to spread the influence of yao/shi to other worlds too. and unfortunately, the xian/zhou was collateral damage to these endeavors. which has earned him not only a bounty, but a permanent ban from any of the xian/zhou alliance ships. the damage he did to them was... comparatively minimal to what he did to the world he was focused on at the time. but it has given him history with certain characters, that is both traumatic, and brief-- enough that it's not necessarily reliant on fine details, for kuro to be a wanted criminal by the xian/zhou and potentially in hot water with the IPC.

the reason he stepped off his path... is unknown. but there's some speculation among those who knew of him. that yao/shi abandoned him perhaps, that he saw the truth of abundance, that it terrified him. the real reason is much too complicated. and he will not discuss it with anyone.

the astral/express & jarlio/VI

kuro didn't immediately join the express, he did wander for a while. it didn't feel right to pick up a new path right away. and despite losing his status as an emanator, he'd maintained his immortality-- though he's yet to suffer the effects of mara, despite his surprisingly long life. only time will tell there.

welt and hi/meko know about kuro's past. and he is accepted a temporary passenger who's job is to help pom pom in keeping the train tidy. though his stay ends up being much longer than any of them anticipated. making a home in a large room of a secondary passenger car. where he has about 6 cats, not including mimi. who he's convinced is hyper intelligent, and has a genuine personality. he gets along with the crew as much as he can. never really putting himself out there, and usually... usually avoiding visitors to the express whenever they come by to see the mc. the only one he will come out to see consistently is ar/genti.

he really wasn't too present for the first arc, but he did leave the train with the other three. and got to see jarlio/VI with mimi. they mostly stayed out of trouble, and sorta just,,, vanished for a bit. found back on the train when it was finished.

the luo/fu, the xian/zhou, and jing/yuan

kuro really does his best to not be a part of this one. his history, as mentioned above, with the xian/zhou is not good. and he has quite the bounty on his head, despite the several of centuries since he last saw the fleet. when he does actually leave to board the luo/fu he wears some extra accessories to disguise himself. but, jing/yuan despite the distraction of the stellaron & phanty/lia... finds him.

it's after this point, that kuro's past and history with yao/shi become entirely public to everyone. and he is almost imprisoned in the shackling prison. something he barely escapes thanks to ?????????????????? then vanishes entirely from the express, along with mimi. hm.

pena/cony, boot/hill & the IPC ( a wip, im playing through it now )

long story short- kuro ends up at the pena/cony. how he gets there is still pretty up in the air. but he does have his own room.

( meaning i will be adding more to this post as i go!!! )

in that span of time however, between the luo/fu and the pena/cony-- he does meet boot/hill. i'm aware his lore is also very unfinished, open, and much of his backstory is really just speculation. but i've got a bit of plotting going, and the two of them are in a bit of an in-between stage at the moment. making the two's meeting entirely possible and,, potentially beneficial to both? also, boot/hill is optimistic, and frankly quite unhinged. where as kuro tends to be nihilistic, and more mellow in comparison. it's a funny sort of interaction, very silly, i love it.

i do wonder if kuro's relationship or opinion of the IPC is also sour. though it's nothing compared to the xian/zhou, kuro's hands are not at all clean. and he's messed up at least one ( smaller ) planet in the past so, hm.

BIG potential for kuro to become a galaxy ranger as end game :)

[aerie-stotle]

What if we saw a bit more of what happened during the war from forces? Like who it affected, and what distant future events can be traced back to it?

Silver the hedgehog is called to Casino Night Zone. Eggman's Army has reached the city, and silver is the closest member of the resistance who stands a chance. He shows up, beats eggman, problem solved, right?

Right. Totally.

Before the war there was a band touring. The best metal band on mobius. We only need to know one name, and that's the bass player. Her name is Bass. Creative, I know. During the war, they initially put a halt on their tour, but then they started again and extended it. The idea was to keep people's spirits up while the world crumbled to dust.

But that fateful evening, they were performing at Casino Night when Eggman and his Army attacked.

Bass was the only surviving member of the band.

She set out to find a way to bring her friends back. She thought "there are so many magical things in this world, at least one must be capable of returning life to the dead." And it wasn't a dumb thought, obviously. The time stones, the chaos emeralds, the phantom ruby, the warp topaz... There are a ton of magical stones. She just had to find the right one. So she researched the known stones that possess magical capabilities... And she found it. A black diamond that could loosely adapt to its users wishes, and the best part is that it took music to harness its power. Actually the best part was that the book she was reading said it was currently on display in a soundproof case in a museum. It even told her which museum.

When she returned to Casino Night with the gem, it had already adapted. It had turned into a green-teal color, like malachite. As she began to play the bassline to her favorite song (The song with four names a.k.a. Labyrinth kind of Love a.k.a. truth overboard a.k.a. water's red and rising), she could feel the diamond's energy reaching out to where he friends rested. She witnessed specks of dust gather into clouds. She watched those clouds condense into piles. She watched as those piles moulded themselves into the shapes of her friends, and finally... there they were.

When she spoke, however, each of them said the same thing at the same time. A wave of terror washed over her. She stepped back. They stepped back. The drummer stumbled on a tree branch, fell backwards, and disintegrated. Bass sat there in shock... or was it fear? Anger? Despair? Her friends remained expressionless.

"No. Those aren't my friends." She thought.

She got up and ran. She didn't look back. After that point, her life took to a downard spiral. The war was over and she remained miserable. She couldn't perform without her band. She couldn't be happy without her friends. She didn't get it, why did everyone else get a happy ending like that blue hedgehog?

Wait. The Hedgehog.

Silver.

It was all Silver's fault

He showed up to the battle. He was meant to be the hero. He made a big entrance, and then he fought Eggman. That's it. He fought Eggman - he PRIORITIZED fighting Eggman over saving her friends' lives. For that, she could never forgive him. For that, she would end his life.

So, with the help of a character who shall remain anonymous thanks to me having no clue who it would be, she enhanced herself to better be able to utilize the diamond. She had a chassis implanted into her chest with the diamond embedded inside. She had her arm - the one that picked the strings on her guitar - replaced by a robotic one, so that the power of the diamond could travel directly into the guitar and be stronger by the time of release.

By the end, she had control over all things dead. It was time to go through with her plan: to cause a future so catastrophic that silver would have to come back and fix it. She began using dead matter create towering abominations which had never lived in the first place and were almost impossible to kill without her power. She set them free to ravage the world.

200 years in the future, Silver wakes up to a ruined city, a dust storm, and a kaiju-sized silhouette on the horizon. Behind him is a portal.

[fangsxii]

I’m going to get into the Honkai real quick now. Hopefully an easy and smooth explanation since I don’t really want them to be a big focus, especially since this AU isn’t some big story that has an ending.

The Will of Honkai is a being that can create and destroy. Basically, a God. It created the Honkai and Herrschers for the purpose of destroying humanity and letting it prosper again in a cycle of creation and destruction.

However, two other Gods had approached the Will of Honkai and struck a deal with it. To put the cycle on hold until it is needed, for the Herrschers and Honkai to become more of a guardian to the Gods. So, the Honkai is stopped and Herrschers laid dormant.

I say “dormant” because they still exist, they’re not gone entirely. They are naturally formed inside random people. Usually, when the current holder of the gem dies with it still inside, the gem will dissipate and naturally form in a new person. (Example: Raiden Mei)

The Herrschers and Honkai will be set in full motion only when the people below the Gods start to try and overthrow the Gods. This will start the beginning of the end. To the end, a new beginning.

Now, what identifies a person to be a Herrscher with a dormant core?

A Natural Herrscher/Legendary Stigmata, this is the only one that’s going to exist in this universe, the three of them all together confuse the shit out of me (kind of, too much information that ends up being useless.) The Legendary Stigmata is a mark made for the people who have a natural gem inside of them, a Herrscher Core. These lay dormant until a power surge activates them, which usually comes from the Will of Honkai. But they can be activated by other sources.

The other sources being a demon, an angel, or one of the other 2 Gods.

How did Mei’s core activate?

A certain demon activated it! Ehh.. we’ll get to that someday. Maybe.

What happens when the core activates?

Explosion. :D

People die, some get infected and turn into some sort of Zombie or Honkai Creature. Usually, these accidents get fixed pretty quickly.

Herrschers get tracked down easily, since.. they leave some sort of blood trail. (How Fu Hua finds Mei.)

Mei ended up being a little harder to find due to the speed she has, so she’s a fast as fuck bastard.

These disasters are usually kept under wraps because they rarely happen! They shouldn’t even happen!! But a little bastard decided “OH LET’S GO FOR THAT ONE!”

Mei’s not the only one that got activated. She’s the current one we only know that’s been active.

What Happens if the Gem is pulled out before the holder’s natural death?

It stays intact. It’s now just a gem that can be implanted into anyone and either infect them, kill them, or stay dormant in its new host until activated or killed.

Can a Core be passed down?

Yes, they can be.

What does the Will of Honkai or Gods do when a Herrscher is activated when not commanded to by them?

They do nothing to the Herrscher, they actually watch people who can help them keep in check. But they do hunt down the person that activated the core in the first place. They’re also the ones that send out troops to clean up the mess.

What will happen if all of the Herrschers get activated?

That depends on how many are passive (with humanity) and how many are aggressive (against humanity.) Which currently, isn’t even important to The Will of Honkai. For all it cares, they can fight against each other. It didn’t send out some message to destroy humanity, so it’s not important to the WoH.

So have fun imagining an all out Herrscher war or something, I don’t know lol.

Cocoon of Finality? Herrscher of Origin and Finality?? They real??

Yeah but currently useless. They have no purpose right now so no one has the authority of Origin or Finality at the time being. But we all know who’ll get picked for Origin if war breaks out.

‘-‘)

That’s.. pretty much it. They’re not that big. I’m not adding the Imaginary Tree or Sea of Quanta. We have the Underworld, the Overworld, and the Heavens. I don’t see the purpose of adding more shit that’ll end up being more confusing to juggle with. This is a Supernatural creatures AU, The Honkai itself is just another thing. So I don’t really see the purpose of making it a giant deal. At least not yet, plans can change.

Mei being a person naturally made to be a Herrscher explains why people hunted her down throughout her life. So this stays true unlike whatever Hoyo did with her story in-game.

Other shit like the Flamechasers will be explained and adjusted in the future, but for now they’re not important.

Questions like what does Schicksal do and so on will be covered at some point. Just not now, don’t wanna reveal it. :v

[keyofsentience]

not-so short guide to herrschers

disclaimer: will update as I go

1. Herrscher of Reason

Berlin (1951)

300,000 casualities all ended up becoming the core of Reason

did not undergo metamorphosis until Ch33 (HoR -> HoTr)

2. Herrscher of Void 1.0

Siberia (2000)

was weaker than HoR initially. managed to escape to Moon and gained multiple cores (Wind, Thunder, Death, Fire)

+ Reason when Sirin faced off Welt

“Where HoDeath” Here.

3. Herrscher of Thunder

Nagazora (2012?)

(pre-Ch34) Gem of Conquest was implanted in Mei

Fully awakened in Ch17

4. Herrscher of Wind

New Zealand (2014)

Gem of Desire was implanted in Wendy, an A-rank Valkyrie from New Zealand

Cocolia ordered the capture of her (and Mei by extension)

5. Herrscher of Void 2.0

Shicksal Far East (2015)

Sirin but without skill issue

Void + Lighting + Death (X Wind, X Fire)

6. Herrscher of Ice

Manila (2016)?

Ana Schariac awakened as the Herrscher of Ice during a failed mission in Coral

7. Herrscher of Stars

Coral Island (2016)

Owl awakened trying to defend Ana

8. Herrscher of Sentience

Shicksal Far East (2016)

HoS awakened in the body of Fu Hua, an A-rank valkyrie and the 12th Flame Chaser from Previous Era

9. Herrscher of Rimestar

Coral Island (2016)

Bro why does Manila have so many herrschers

Ice + Stars

10. Herrscher of Domination, Herrscher of Flamescion

(I haven’t done the HoDom Arc yet)

Kiana “borrowed” Sentience and Reason. Combined Void + Flames

11. Herrscher of Binding

deleted by Otto Apocalypse 

thank God no Tragedy of Binding 2.0

but we got Kolosten instead

12. Herrscher of Corruption

latched on Mei during the Kolosten arc

the Elysian Realm was destroyed as a result

was already dealt with outside the Elysian Realm + we lost hawaiian shirt grey serpent

13. Herrscher of Origin (Mei version), Herrscher of Truth

14. Herrscher of Finality (Kiana version not Kevin version)

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Picture REPAINT ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Operation Drawcia Pt.17 ~

*Before meeting with Inky and Eruka*

"In the aftermath of Macro-Land..."

[Menu (Mega Collection) by Hideaki Kobayashi]

Andy : Hey, Sami. You finally know how to use a camera before.

Max : Yeah, we're glad that all of that war stuff have been pushing us daisies!

Sami : Yeah, I got it all under control, I mean...this is the war stuff back with the Famicom Wars, don't get me started with the The Hybrid Front.

Andy : Actually, The Hybrid Front...I wouldn't recall that as the Hybrid Front Wars.

Sami : Oh really? Tell that to Mr. Mario and his trustworthy rival company, they got something for smash to handle out, I heard that Ike is depicted as the future smash fighter.

Max : Really? That's cool of you.

Eagle : Andy. About what about four years ago, I just wanted to say that I ever doubted you, all wars are not necessarily can be a real battlefield. Glad that we're spending time in the peaceful life of a new era, right here in the Real World. Even without the COs, can any of us make a single truce.

Sami : [To Eagle] Why should I? I'm just glad that you certainly aware of this, Eagle. I've decided that I am making moves that we're planning to retire ourselves as the trio of Orange Star and go on vacation.

Eagle : Right. I'm glad that everything worked out in the end. So you want to go get some ice cream or maybe even gelato, it's on the house.

Sami : Well...I could go for a treat...if only we made a promise.

Eagle : Promise is a promise.

Max : Hey, guys! Look like what I found?

Andy : Max, where did you get that?

Max : I found under the sand, it looks like somebody left that black material thingy and I don't what was lying on the beach, maybe everyone can have a beach party ourselves since this is the only beach party we ever have to make peace for all factions and of course, bringing a new era.

Andy : Oh a Black Material, but I don't remember that Black Material that you are holding. I think that ball-looking thing you're holding, is actually made of Ink of something.

Eagle : Black Material? What Black Material?

Andy : Yeah, what is it then?

Max : I don't know, but what I do know is that I found a weird symbol with a skull for a face of uhh, Death I think.

*The Black Material has a skull in the center*

Sami : Uhh, guys? I think you might wanna put that down.

*Bob-Omb noises*

Eagle : [in so-motion] SAMI! GET DOWN!

*The Black Material reveals to be a Bomber*

Andy : [In slo-motion] IS THAT A BOMBER FROM KIRBY'S!?

Max : [In slo-motion] HOLY FU-

*DBZ SFX : Loud Explosions*

[Elise's Tears by TAI-HEY]

Sonja : Huh?

Lash : What was that?!

*Orange Star group runs up*

Nell : Oh no! Andy! Max!

Eagle : Who puts a Bomber buried in the sand just to get us killed!? Are you alright, Sami?

Sami : *moaning* Eh? Oh my Gosh...what just happened? Andy! Max! What happened! Andy, Max!

Andy : (dying) You should've know that this was gonna happen...Ughhh!

Sami : *crying* ...Andy...Max...No... don't leave me...

*looks up into the sky*

Sami : NOOOOOOOOO!!!

*scene changes*

*rain falling+thunder booming*

Sami: Guys. We've been like this together. Always in the wars, but why on earth did you guys have to die like this?

Eagle : Sami...

Lash : Who would've thought that a bomber was inside the sand the entire time. Someone must've implanted as a trap to wipe us all out. I feel bad about you and your friends, they were such good comrades and all this stuff that wasn't related by us or the Black Hole Faction.

Nell : Don't fret with sadness, Sami. May the Grim Reaper rest upon their souls. Rest easy heroes.

Sonja : I hope they'll make their selves to a better place.

Sami : Yes, everyone. I know. From now on Eagle, we make promises, Ok? Promise is a promise.

*puts fist on Eagle's chest*

Sami : It's an oath to Heart. As a soldier, as a fighter, we are destined to make corrections on our wrong doings of who faces your truest enemies and i a comrade to those, never turn on their backs. I swear that if anyone happens to my comrades, they'll pay.

Eagle : Heh. A promise is a promise, don't believe a guy who is trustworthy on all of it.

Sami : If I was, then all of this will be over.

Eagle : I like that in woman who appreciates a man to kick their asses.

Sami : Don't get too cocky.

Eagle : Same to you. Lookout!

*Thunderclap*

[The Strongest Robot in History by Yutaka Minobe]

Lash : Oh perfect. Just in the Nick of time.

Sami : Huh? Where did that thunder coming from?

Kracko Jr. : You think that all of that sunshine had to go waste. Too bad that your shine will be in perpetual darkness and lots of thunder, rain, and lightning.

Sami : What the...?!

Eagle : Is that the one-eyed cloud monster?

Sami : Kracko the cloudy enemy.

Kracko : So you're that girl of the Special Forces of Orange Star, it's too bad that you're one of the comrades that have been wiped by one of Paint Roller's bombers!

Sami : What did you say?

Kracko : You heard me. It was that paint rolling guy that Kirby fought against around 10 years ago.

Sami: My comrades were killed by Paint Roller.

Kracko : You were one of the victims of the attack that we planned as well. I see, guess this is going to give you a fair reasoning.

Sami : Hey, you best watch your back! If you and your art buddies are repsonsible for the death of my comrades, I will make you regret!

Kracko : Same to you. I best be going now.

Sami : Yeah, you wish.

Kracko : And oh, there's one more thing you can do for yourself and I know how you are going to do with it.

Sami : Ehh? What's that?

Kracko : RRRAAAAGHHH! DAAAAAAH!!!

*THUNDER CRASHING+Electrip Zapping*

Sami : *yelling in pain*

Eagle : Sami!

Kracko : Consider that done as a warning from Drawcia Family!

*THUNDER BOOMING*

Kracko : By the time is done, I shall make Drawcia the understanding to make the DWMA fall once more! The time has come for the resolution of the ultimate dream! *leaves dream*

Eagle : You one eyed devil!

*GUNFIRE+sizzling*

Eagle : Tch! *puts gun down* Lousy creature.

Lash : Oh God! Sami's knocked out by that one-eyed creature's electric strikes. Good think that she's barely to survive.

Eagle : Sami! Speak to me! Sami!

*later*

Sami : (moaning) What happened? Was I knocked out by a powerful storm?

Nell : Sami! Thank goodness you're alright. Special Forces had to take you, but they were all wiped out by the monsters made out of paint or graffiti that is the Icky paint-like goop.

Sami : So I was knocked out by a creature made from a witch's magic? Did something happened to me? Where am I? What sort of place is this? A...Andy!

Andy : You're gladly alright. You're in the room carried by Doctor Mario.

Sami : Mario, a Doctor? I don't believe, but I can't remember anything what happened? Andy, did you do this for me?

Eagle : Actually, that was me. I had to carry you all the way to recover you during recuperation. But you were in a coma about two years ago. Both your comrades asked me to look out for you, but you did a great job on surviving that blow.

Sami : Did anyone think that I really died? Hope not. If so, maybe I considered to be a ghost to the ruins of the wars. Maybe that will refresh of who I am. I should be ready enough to be getting back on my feet. Doctor says that I only helped soldier to fight against the minorities of all means necessary. The wars, the conflicts, the shock, can I remember anything from it? Who am I?

Eagle : Just a woman that can kick my ass any time.

Sami : Eagle. I have something for you to ask.

*stomach growling*

Sami : Would you take me for a bite to eat.

*later*

Sami : Can't believe it guys. It's been two years since our defeat with Black Hole, I guess all of that war stuff made us realize who we really are, despite the downfall of Black Hole leader turning the tables, who''s going to the be the king of all wars? Or perhaps the God of War knows it all. So it seems that resigned my self as a war hero.

Eagle : Come...You're going to experience everything that the real world has to offer. But in the Multiverse, there might be some people that knows about war and strategies. But this is a time for us to shine.

[Training by Masamichi Amano]

"What I realized before I was unconscious for around two years, my thought is that what's like to be a hero in the multiverse all means necessary, maybe it was the God of War that makes wars so eager and strategic, but now I understand the hardships of a hero."

"Me and my comrades, Andy and Marx, I was a commander of the Special Forces, we became a trio and faced many battles, but I had been doing my training days, my excellencies in combat, and my leadership in strategies. But partaking in the real world, help me prove to make myself a hero. Understanding any love or romance, but what does it have to take more than shots to be fired?

"day after day, heroes or villains struggle between conflict after conflict, but what's missing from them was a piece of a heart. A heart that is needed to be filled, but I have the heart to make us the heroes that we are."

Andy : Come on, Sami! You can do it! We can finally reach the top!

Max : Don't give in, Sami!

Sami : *panting* Guys...I'm almost there. I can finally reach the top, but I'm getting exhausted from all of this training. I mustn't...*about to fall off* Woah!

*GRAB*

Sami : ...Huh?

Eagle : Congrats on making it to the top.

Andy : Phew! I'm exhausted! Hey, Max. Hand over that cannister!

Sami : (lies down and is covered in sweat) *panting* That...was pretty tough. I've finally made it...I am ready for action.

Eagle : *reach out his hand* Hmph.

Sami : Mhm. *takes Eagle's hand*

*Despite our conflicts and the hardships, it's best that we have a common distance about our hardships with love, and to carry on to those that has a heart to be filled with love."

"I bet that the only answer is...Love can be bloom on a battlefield*

*At the shooting range*

*sounds of gunfiring*

Andy : Wow. Talk about max shooting, this guy's got guts.

Max : This one's good. He's a natural.

Sami : Wow. I never seen him like that, so skillful.

Eagle : Oi, Orange girl. You're next.

Sami : Count me in.

*the two fist hi-fives while taking turns*

Eagle : I wanna see this through.

Sami : Alright. Here goes nothing.

Andy : I can't wait to see what's cooking for her.

Max : She has the brawns for being commander of the special forces. She's one tough cookie.

Sami : Hmph! *goes at Gunpoint*

*BUZZER RINGING+GUNFIRING*

Sami : Ngh!? No! *Gunfire*

Duck Hunt Dog : Haha! You missed!

*Gunfiring+Man Grunt+Thud*

Duck Hunt Dog : *gasped in horror* Oh no!

Andy : Sami! What the heck was that!?

Max : You okay!? You stopped there for a moment!?

Sami : *gun shaking+sighs with relief* I was so close.

Eagle : What's the matter, Commander? Why are you hesitating? Do you have a problem?

Sami : Well, not to mention, i was going at with the shooting targets, but it's just that when I had the chance that I had an oversight of fear and I look at a human's face, I thought that the commander of Black Hole would be something else, but is he...?

[Target by Masamichi Amano]

Eagle : Hmph. It doesn't matter what you see things or you fear from the enemies, why does Black Hole Commander thinks that he is machine or even human? If he was, he would be a machine and to think that he is human, oversight, we confront our demons that are the fear of humanity and that is oversight from beyond the darkness within our sight.

Sami : Yes.

Eagle : But just to remind you, you have the valor to bring down your enemies, make them your own, but they are no longer who you trust and they will cower in fear of their defeats. So aim well and let your opponent rests. (he helps Sami to shoot by holding her hand) Once you strike the enemy down, show them much fear, show them much courage that you have the will of a hero, but I'm the man who will ever sought of another and make the enemies admit their yieldings.

Sami : (giggles) Thanks, Eagle.

Flak : Hmmm...*snickers while scratches his crotch* The perfect target.

Andy : Alright, guys. Let's head back to camp. It's worth doing the camp dishes for the week.

Max & Sami : Right!

Lash : You there. That's right, Special Forces Commander...Sami. I believe that Commander Strumm would like to have a word with you in the office, please report to Nintendo HQ.

Sami : Ah...? Eagle...

*cuts to the office *

*Strumm has his riding crop*

Strumm : Well, Well, Well. Look who finally showed up this time.

Sami : I am Sami, Commander of the Special Forces of Orange Star. What seems to be the problem with my shooting?

Strumm : So...Commander Sami, was it?

Sami : *nods* That's me.

Strumm : You had some troubles with the shooting range, but I heard that you fairly did it once after you completed your trainings with Orange Star after the Beach Party OVERLORD.

Sami : Right! I will do my best to continue my status as commander of the Special Forces, I will do my best for Orange Star and keep trying on my strategies!

Strumm : Excellent choice. [To Hawke and Lash] You two...Keep an eye out on that Green Earth Soldier.

Lash : Yes sir.

Hawke : With pleasure. *both walks out the door*

Strumm : [To Andy's clone] And to you, my great clone of Orange Star's Andy. Keep the door locked, we needed her to talk in privacy.

Andy Clone : Yes sir. *locks door*

Strumm : So now, you are the first to witness the powers of of a soldier of a superior, but I'm willing to make sure that everything multiverse stays when an order from the greatness of the many gods of Wars, so I'm giving you full demonstration whether you're hero or villain, that's what we do in the world of Wars, and you're suggesting that is your destiny to be a hero that will respsond "Yes" or "No" in command! Understand, orange grunt? *pushes Sami back*

Sami : Ah! Eh...*stands front and center* Y-Yes sir!

Strumm : Good, and one more thing about it. In the army or in command...It's "Sir Yes sir" or "Ma'am, or yes Ma'am" in command!

Sami : ...Sir! Yes sir!

Strumm : What a fascinating runner. I happened to be with that in a woman's way saying "Yes sir". Now that's the way of a soldier.

Sami : No it's not...

*Door banging*

Eagle : Hey, Commander of Black Hole. This is Eagle of Green Earth.

[Law of the Shadow Army by Masamichi Amano]

Sami : ...E..Eagle?

Andy Clone : Shall I have her restrained, Commander?

Strumm : Affirmative.

*changes to Sami being tied by Andy Clone*

Andy Clone : There all tied up for you.

Sami : Please...Not like this. This is so humiliating. Itai!

Strumm : So do you please on bringing loyalty to your comrades or even bring a taste of your defeat?

*cuts to Eagle*

Eagle : Hey, what's going on here? I want to meet Sami to make sure she's okay.

Hawke : No can do.

Eagle : Out of my way. (hears through the door)

Sami : S...Sir no Sir!

Strumm : What? What was that!? You ungrateful wretch! You would dare object the orders of a commanding officer!?

*Sounds of whipping*

Sami : Ah! Ah! That hurts! Please! Stop! Please...

Eagle : Sami? What is the commander doing to her?

Sami : Itai! Itai! Yamete kudasai!

*scene cuts back to Sami*

Sami : *grunting* Oi...Yamete!

*WHIP*

Sami : AH!...Listen here, Commander! I'm not doing such things for your schemes, but this is not the way of a soldier, I beg of you, this is the way of a human can do for their selves! Just give me and my faction orders on the battlefield! Just stay out of this.

Strumm : *growls* Cocky little freak!

*later at night*

Andy : Man, that chocolate chip gave me such trouble, I hope we saved room for dessert.

Max : Don't sweat it, the food looks absolutely delicious.

Andy : *notices Sami* Sami...Where have you been all night?

Sami : Don't talk, I'm just going to get some rest. That's fine by me, I will save room for dessert later.

Max : [To Andy] I wonder what's going with her problem?

*cuts to Sami lying in bed with her arms behind her head*

"Since Humans, Witches, and Demons aren't alike this, However...It's meaningless that villains have take away the dignity of others for their own selfish desires and making them what they were told to do for the meaningless of greed and power that is not the way of a hero, villain, or a soldier. But if that's what they wanted, then I suggest that being a hero is not always that easy to subdue to their own feelings. How pitiful that a human has their own selfish ways for what purpose do I offend myself from all their troubles."

Sami : [feels upset] Damn idiots.

Eagle : ...If this is war what they wanted I'll give them the full meaning of war. Right into their own bloody hell.

*scene changes*

Andy : Let's face it Max. Sami feels look worried after what happened at the beach. Ever since we found that Bomber enemy from Kirby's, we still don't know what happened to her after a huge bolt of lighting from that cloud monster knocked her unconscious.

Max : I figured it out that we can manage ourselves to this point, we are copies since our original selves have died after the Bomber exploded us on purpose. Feels like that we haven't seen a fight one day with propaganda.

Andy : So you'll think that we'll Tell Ike in person about his future predictions in Smash? Let's all hope that we're never making it to Smash, since those predictions of us would be smash asisst trophies, that is ever going to be listed in the failure of sakurai's book.

Nell : Guys. I have a secret to tell you, one of our COs have been infected with a weirdly disease and I believe there's Ink coming from the bodies of the troops.

Andy : What infection from the troops.

Nell : Believe it or not, Sami is worried about being commander to the Special Forces and I realize that you were all copies to the originals that died, since the beach party incident. If so...Then I suggested that Black Hole Commander Strumm is not himself, but rather be a copy of to the original that died...*coughs out violently*

Max : Nell! Nell what's wrong!? Are you feeling sick!? Do you need some water? Here take this cannister!

Nell : *gags* No...! Get...Get away! There's something in my body!

Andy : What's wrong, Nell!?

Nell : *holds herself in pain* The infection, the Ink, the Blood, It's inside me! There's something coming out of me! Andy, Help me!

Eagle : Guys! What the hell are you doing!? Get away from her now!

Andy : Why!?

Nell : *pukes out*

Andy : Ew! Gross! Is this Ink Subtance that the Bomber Enemy we found on the beach?

Max : That's the same substance that killed us!

Nell : *body cracking+growls like a demon*

Andy : Woah! Nell!

*GUN COCKS*

Eagle : Sorry. But the Nell I know isn't here anymore, and she's just a copy of the original "you". Lightning Strike!

*ELECTRIC ZAPPING+GUNSHOT*

~ Mission 16 : Hardships of a Commander ~

[xxxdragonfucker69xxx]

hour in brass... 2!!!

hour in brass…. 2!!!

oh my god anticipatory simulation processor is like the funniest possible starting charm. simply predict whether your action will have an effect

similarly threat anticipation matrix is just "but your surprise attack failed.. because I already knew you were there" which seems a simple effect but i dont think ive seen before in intelligence

hundredfold contingency subprocessor, however, is usually just called "an anxiety disorder". but HUS: Perpetual Mastermind Engine is called "absolute vindication"

oh man lightning archive processor: ambient competence compiler lets you slurp those lore backgrounds up. is that the same speed as solars or whoever?

ooh institutional analysis protocal: stochastic fault diagnostics is interesting. base charm lets you ask questions about an organization, submodules lets you detect when someone goes off script

oh instructive simulation needle… matrix kung fu upload. with catechism encoder it includes intimacies

clarified data assimilator consists of thousands of brain spides scuttling throughout your nervous system… fortunately youve got such high clarity that this doesnt bother you

fkdsjhsf semantic memory encryption lets you lock up memory of a language so you dont have to listen to influence made in that language

ineffable godhead conduit… starmetal and orichalcum antenna extend from the alchemical's skull like a crown. oh whoa this is really fun, gives you a long term project to track

iiiiim going to very vaguely skim the craft charms. love and light

theoplastic engineering protocol, deploy nanomachines to reshape autochthonia. neat! the world, like clay

djdsjdsk multifunction hypodermic apparatus: remote rescue drone. that post about how sakura vaccinated naruto even if she had to get him with a blowdart

biostasis field projector… sleepytime. i think there should be a submodule to use this on yourself

theurgic override matrix. every splat should have a version of this charm it rules. adds to social attempts with particular occult beings, and/or gives you diplomatic immunity

demiurge access key is a ripping name!!! persuades machine spirits and automatons, which i ned to know more about machine spirits to rotate properly

ontological anchor assembly is also just a great name. lot of anti shaping effects here. up to god-ward projector

ooh, machine-prophet engrams… give a machine spirit a task. guessing this is the same flavor of relationship infernals will later have with demons. it gets some nice bennies too. oh and with chaos-ordering nomen they can command fae

wargame simulation matrix…

omnistrategic contingency protocol, plus the revelation that you already had reinforcements coming

theurgic essence capacitor… im really enjoying the physicality of all these

manipulation! which starts with rogue cell isolation protocols: "The Alchemical’s eyes are rimmed with chrome and soulsteel plating, turning her steely gaze into a hall of mirrors filled with tortured souls." like jesus christ. ad the submodules on this one are really fucked up

societal engineering signal is a really good name for a charm. and conceptual entropy module is a really good name for a submodule

transcendent brutality programming. soulsteel needles running along the alchemicals spine retract inward, suspending her sense of empathy. im like making little machine noises with my mouth as i read all this

kjsdhksdjgf infrasonic dread projector. just give someone an inexplicable feeling of dread, within long range. really really really funny

oh my god the submodules on covert communion apparatus. ourrrrrr groupchat

propaganda transmission relay… im really having fun with how nobody knows that the manipulation charms are you

AAA COMPLIANCE ASSURANCE DRONE AAAAAA "The Alchemical implants a miniaturized drone within a victim’s nervous system to monitor compliance with her commands and punish deviation from her orders." AAAAAAA "the drone detonates" AAAAAAA all the submodules are really scary AAAAAAAAA

ah, and the classic personality override spike

living engram override… a soulsteel stud in the alchemicals tongue… leading into MIND DESTROYING PATTERN GENERATOR. holy hell.

sdkfns empathy simulation engine…

synthetic personality subroutine also called "masking"

i like to have a faceless metal mask. i like to trigger instinctive fears.

evidence alteration effectuators… i just need more effectuators. i like that theophany simulation array lets you frame spirits and shit

ooh perception gets an offense tree…

dedicated harmonic targeting is really funny. fuck weaving your missile around cover just phase your arrow through it

YESSSS TACTICAL ANALYSIS ENGRAMS i looove to ask a question

MOTION TRACKING RETICULE? i love a reflexive aim and its a really fun condition for it, really flavorsome

wow perception really wants me to snipe. multisnipe at long range, snipe someone outta hiding

really funny to have both recursively fractal and all-inclusive targeting calculations

huh… optical enhancement: soulgem transponder overlay specifically spots and identifies soulgems

tympanic receptor nodes: signal interception routine lets you overhear prayers and shit

tactical! laser! security grid!

oh magnetoreceptive guidance system is interesting…

yesss mobile sensory drone… i wanna build a guy whos just like absolute mega drones

sdjsdjks sensory overcharge injctor popping a spent cartridge out a port in your skull is SOOOOO good

"clarified psychodynamics" is a great fucking phrase

wait so is heresy detection scanners. and i always love it when an intimacy penalizes guile

i like ocular threat assessment. i like that you can shovel talk people. i like that checking whether theyre actually hostile to YOU is a submodule

behavioral profile library says A rapid-access disk in the Alchemical’s brain sifts through the evidence to better understand her suspect. The subtle whir of the spinning disk makes her deep attention obvious." and i think that many of you will be horny about this. also its a fun bunch of effects

imperfection analysis module ruuuules i fucking LOVE to find a flaw in your form and then help you train about it. and IAM: incisive critique calculations lets you include it as a social roll

huh! empathic espionage safeguards is an interesting effect, instead of opposing RIs with guile you can just race them with your own RI, or profile character

machine-mind hyperprocessor. aka me leaving any conversation

multiphase divinity regulator is a fun name for the dematerial attack charm… oh fun that it lets them hit you back

hi folks. its been a long week. but its time for HOUR IN BRASS

for those just joining us, a new exalted splat is being released; when this happens, i usually lose my shit and liveread through the charms; this time it's the alchemical exalted, golem-robot-communists inside the belly of the machine god autochthon. if you wish to avoid this, you will blacklist #hour in brass

first third of charms:

Howdy Mother Fuckers. its time for HOUR IN BRASS

starting with: the horniest chapter fiction so far

the alchemical paradigm is that you have only so many charm slots for active charms at a time, but that most charms have submodules that add on without taking more slots. they have to swap charms in and out with the rite of reconfiguration. their dice limit is Ess+Attribute BUT one of their biggest charms is going to make their math oh whatever here it comes

TRANSPUISSANT ATTRIBUTE UPGRADE aka transpussy assribute ultima. which raises your resting attribute by 1, starts to stack at higher essences, and comes with a load of submodules to let you swap what attributes are used for what. god im fucking excited to have these around. unwavering sniper calibration to snipe with perception, for example

actually they have a lot of wacky universal charms about integrating with hearthstones, artifacts, stuff like that. robots be customizing bodies. i do want to point out vat surrogate reweaving system, which lets you speed-swap charms once between reconfigurations. i read it and immediately thought camilla hect Go Loud and started cackling

yes alchemicals can still go colossus and eventually turn into cities. though metropolis play is not mechanically supported

ok appearance. starting with radiant iconography array: anima holograms, but they do stuff like become realistic illusions or huge legendary size stuff

emotive aesthetics of the body electric naturally bangs

patriotism-provoking display has many-is-one node and one-is-many node as submodules, whihc are fun

universal advisor comportment is fun, makes you feel sagacious and advisorly

beguiling aestheic perfection is fun, when you socially affect someone they suffer trying to beat your guile for the rest of the scene. i have suffered this irl many times

pheromone regulation system… i cannot make any jokes about this that arent crass. i once knew someone who was turned on by the smell of xbox exhaust

man the submodule tech is really realyl nice. this is a great fucking way for charms to work. you can flashbang people with blinding strobe projector and then on top of that you can choose to enter stealth, steal more initiative, or make it rainbow

its really interesting to me that appearance is getting so many teacherly charms. with illuminating inspiration beacon "The Alchemical’s faith in her students shines through in every aspect of her neon-limned visage"

damn, and from there is psyche-stabilizing beacon, where you radiate such comfort that it helps people resist brain curses

theotropic veneration mantle rocks. project a principle to the exclsuion of others, and those who share the principle see you as a holy figure

i sort of hate glistering obsession nodes. i dont want to glister. it makes people obsessed with me if they can't figure me out

ooh, disguises in appearance subterfuge. including stuff to appear human, or as a dfferent exalted

optical shroud, a classic, predator invisibility

apocryphal operative halo is really interesting, MIB neuralyzer

semiotic flare projector is a really cute concept. almost as cute as supreme icon of battlefield glory. when you kick ass on the battlefield your troops love it, and you can make your enemies hate it, and at e4 you can project it over the entire battlefield

alright, charisma. starting with effective leadership algorithm, both a great example of alchie flavor and of submodule tech bc its just a menu of submodules that let you decide what kinda rolls you use it on, whether youre using faction-building unity or overriding authority mode

oh synergy promoting upgrade is interesting. helps with bureaucracy if youre leadering, gets better if your group likes you, SPU: communal supremacy makes it better if its for a community, SPU: lifestyle cooperation paradigm makes your group like each other

hdkfghdfjsg universal authorization chevron. the cool s. intuitively recognized as a symbol of authority. UAC: axiomatic emblem means even gremlins/fae/undead recognize you with wary deference. UAC: perfected delegation emblem lets you hand out copies to deputies

heresy declaration beacon, lets fucking go

radiant emblem of integrity is interesting… if you speak the complete truth everyone knows that its the complete truth, and it can also authenticate replays of events projected with radiant iconography array. also if you tell the truth and it sucks, gain wp. fantastically built charm. oh the submodule lets you make it permanent and mandatory

electric fervor inspiration is a set of orichalcum electrodes implanted behind the alchemical's jaw. thats fucked up. oh it lets you reset social rolls thats differently fucked up

battle anthem of the alchemical exalted! made it in! oh this is just a menu of songs thats super neat. including thousand work shifts ballad… and double music

similarly with programming language eloquence "A breaker between the Alchemical’s frontal and temporal lobes filters unnecessary emotion from her communications…" im really having fun with this

damn propaganda interdiction signal: void-quelling chastisement means that gribblies can't call on principles to resist your influence to hangout with mortals

something about vox populi broadcast really compels me. its just a charm to speak loudly but you can submodule it to communicate only with allies or to cut through magical silence.. and its speakers implanted in your throat

ideological override circuitry…

FEAR OVERRIDE DEVICE in warfare

homeguard reinforcement clarion… whip up that militia

dexterityyyy okay we're getting into the combat charms now

omg magnetic subdual coils to steal weapons. including a pulse blaster submodule, field projector, magnetron…

protosynthetic ammunition replicator, as expected, but thankully it is reloaded with "an articulated metal tendril". & btw dispersive flash-chaff cluster to make it a flashbang arrow, fulminating conduction charge to make it a stun arrow, concussive overpressure warhead to make it a knockdown, airburst grenade

being able to group all the "fast attack" charms in one place is fun, the submodules have a cute menu of extra ways to use it

damn, blinding velocity actuator upgrades you to a surprise attack if youre fast enough?

i like that gear-driven reflex automation is, past all the prereqs and flavor lines and stuff, exactly one line of charm. and then some fun submodules. wait damn withering counterattck at e3, with tactical reaction matrix

hacking multistrike accelerator to "enact pre-programmed motions" in pursuit of… erm… well… ok wait forget that this is a really cool charm. doesnt use all your initiative on the decisive, this feels like itd be real fun to fuck with espcially with the submodules

dsjksdks subluminous onslaught: kinetic launch catapult lets you like launch a fucking sword to short range. or your fists

ESSENCE PULSE CANNON. lets fucking go. again the submodules are really cool: concussive, focused, precision, de hey. Sieve Devastator Mode. its sheer heft provides her with heavy cover

skjfdsf autonomous assault processors makes (Dex-2) attacks, but dont forget you could be augmened enough for that to be 4 attacks at e2 anyways, 5 at e3 (if i remember the TAU rules right).

oh shitt transmodal rapid targeting system, bend that bullet. psychokinetic vectors. sdhksdfs this damage calculation is really funny. damn this is fully just children of the sun or whatever that game was. epic

TRANSFINITE ULTRAVIOLENCE DRIVE. time stands still. and then you bank attacks, which seems really fun. shjdskf and TUD: omnitactical processing core lets you add more withering attacks on top

oh huh accelerated response system: unwavering precision lets you not take onslaught if you successfully defend against lower init enemies. thats probably not that strong but it feels strong

casualty-minimizing equations is a damn good name

perfectly parallel defensive geometry…

oh light-etched interceptor barrier is fun. roll parry instead of static. and essence absorption screen lets you eat energy attacks with it

autonomous defensive drones AERIAL! actually theyre more like murderbot drones, they orbit and defend you. … damn, they cant be withered and theyve got almost as many hls as a starting character, theyre a pain to take out. their DO Parry is (Dex+1) so they're like fantastic for ranged fighters who dont parry or dodge

precalculated evasion system lets you bank dodge successes… kind of like light-etched interceptor but not. really interesting. hey what its simple?

omnisituational evasive equation is a fantastic name. ts the perfect dodge. OEE: hyperspatial geometry is really fun

cyclical velocity treads! heelies!!!

and then theres… oil slick dispenser nozzles… in your calves. i love wacky races

momentum-charged overdrive engine is a bangin name… a preprogrammed sequence of combat acrobatics

inclding jet boosters in optimized pursuit accelerator… ts really funny that al these red jade rush charms are also like "ugh fine you can also use these to run away if you have to"

transphase engine… walk through fucking walls

sjdflskdf digital precision effectors splits open your fingertips

covert telemetry mode…

counterharmonic scatter system is just like a really fun charm name. im having a lot of fun with charm names. displaces the sound of you

sdjlfsdf flicker-flare launchers are a flashbang to just immediately enter concealment

ooh matchless assassin protocols… reflexively stealth after a disengage or distract

hyperdextrous tentacle apparatus. can someone get astrakiseki on the phone

total perception negation field. if you see me no you didnt. ending, of course, in unseen deathblow calibration

and thats the first third. im like getting really alchemicalpilled rn. its hot

[mbb-project-entity]

Chapter 57

Ellen was in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on dinner when Ben walked up behind her and hugged her. Her shoulder length brown hair was tied up in a ponytail and it tickled Ben’s nose. She wore a loose fitting orange shirt with the logo of their alma mater on it and a pair of black jeans over her slim athletic figure.

He pressed his hard dick into her skinny ass and wiggled his hips back and forth while moving hers in the opposite direction. “Honey, I’m home,” he said.

“Someone sure is.” She slapped his hands away. “But after dinner. It’ll get cold.”

Disappointed, Ben turned away and headed into the dining room. Thanks to Ben being rather successful, they were financially stable enough that Ellen didn’t need to work. That was the way Ben preferred it, having his wife at home to cook and clean for him. It gave him a sense of satisfaction knowing he’d always come home to an immaculately clean house, and delicious homemade meals perfectly on time. Ben was without want whenever he was home.

Ben sat down at the already set table and drank from the glass of wine Ellen had left out for him. It was a Malbec, which meant Ellen was preparing her lamb dish. Ben wondered if she had time to go to the gym today like she normally did.

She made idle chitchat as she put a salad down in front of Ben. He grunted his responses and dug in. Ellen sat across from him and started to eat in a more graceful manner. He wasn’t in the mood for talking. He wasn’t in the mood for eating either. There was only one thing on his mind and his erection agreed with him. He’d been hard the second he walked in the door, but if Ellen wanted to eat before they fu…made love, Ben was willing to agree. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t scarf his food down to hurry the process up, however.

Something beeped in the kitchen and Ellen got up to go check on whatever it was. As soon as she left, Ben took the opportunity to eat half her salad, hoping to speed her up as well. He was able to get back in his seat just as Ellen came back with a rack of lamb with rosemary. As she served some to Ben, he looked at her non-existent chest and wondered what she’d look like with implants. An extra surge of blood rushed to his penis. Where the hell did that thought come from?

Unhappy with how he was acting, Ben determined to deny himself. He would eat slower than normal, wait until Ellen had finished the dishes, then they would watch TV together and right before they went to sleep, he’d fuck Ellen’s brains out. No! They would make tender love.

Ellen glanced at her salad. “Wow, did I really eat that much already?”

Through a mouthful of lamb, Ben said, “Uhh, yeah. You seemed pretty hungry.”

“That’s weird.” Ellen sat back down and continued talking about various things. Ben usually enjoyed talking with her, but tonight he just kept staring, waiting for her to finish. When she got to the point where Ben considered her done, he stood up and walked over to her. He felt obsessed, compelled to take his wife. There was no denying his lust.

He took her hand and pulled her away from the table.

“What are you doing, Ben? What’s gotten into you?”

Ben didn’t answer, he just led her into the bedroom and pushed her down on the bed.

“Get the light,” Ellen said.

Ben turned the light off and threw his clothes off. In the faint glow coming in from outside, he could see that Ellen was doing the same. Her formless body shifted in the shadows and Ben had a flash back to his daydream from lunch, giant tits with pierced nipples, vulgar sex, and cum drinking. His cock throbbed and pre-cum appeared on the tip.

None of that would happen with his wife. She considered oral sex dirty, didn’t like her breasts to be fondled, and never made a peep. When Ben heard women complaining about the lack of foreplay, he often joined in.

“Are you wet?” he asked.

Ellen touched herself. “Yes.” She grabbed his penis and aimed it at her vagina. “Wow, you’re really hard tonight.”

Ben grunted and thrust into her. She was wet. She was more than wet; Ellen was practically overflowing. For the first time ever, Ellen moaned as he entered her. Her cries of passion didn’t stop there, rather, they escalated as he pumped into her. Her moans soon turned into “Harder!” and “Yes!” and got progressively lewder until she was crying out “Fuck my cunt!”

Whether it was how wet his wife was or how vulgar she was, Ben couldn’t tell, but he could no longer hold back and shot his load deep into her pussy. She let out a long “fuuuuck” and came with him. Then, what surprised him even more than her profanity, she got up and started cleaning his cock off. The sight of his wife’s lips wrapped around his dick made Ben get hard again.

Several hours later, the couple laid side by side. Ben was groping the small 175cc implants Ellen had gotten some time a go to give her boyish form nice B cup breasts. Sperm was leaking out of her well used pussy.

“That was fucking incredible. In-fucking-credible. Why haven’t you ever fucked me like that before?”

Ben didn’t respond. He was deep in thought. After his last orgasm, his penis had seemed smaller. It had looked a good inch shorter than normal. Maybe it was because he was tired after cumming so many times. Even if it was lost, that would have put him at eight inches, which was still quite large.

“Shit. We can never ‘make love’ again. You’ve gotta fuck me from now on.” Ellen got out of bed and walked naked out of the room. Somewhere in the back of Ben’s mind it struck him as odd that she hadn’t gotten dressed.

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Killjoys Never Die 14/15 - The Kobra King

Chapter Summary: With Kobra alive and back with his crew, all you now need to do is escape the BLI headquarters. Easier said than done. (eventual) Pairing: Fun Ghoul x fem!Reader Chapter Word Count: 2 348 Series Warnings:  mentions of drugs; poor mental health; suicidal tendencies; insecurities; throwing up;  jealousy; slavery (?); experiments on living humans; mentions of eating disorder; graphic descriptions of: violence, injuries, torture, death

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Recap:  The interrogation room was silent. You had been too late, and the SCARECROWs had pulled the mask over Kobra’s head before you had managed to shoot them. Party was sitting with his head in Kobra’s lap, the mask you had pulled off lying in shards of glass next to you, Fun and Jet had halted in the door way. The silence felt like it was suffocating you, crushing you.

 But it was broken by a very quiet, very weak voice.

“I always knew you’d come for me.”

It took your eyes a moment to focus, even though you had stared at the brothers the whole time, but there was no doubt, no doubt whatsoever, when Party lifted his head from Kobra’s lap.

From sunken, bloodshot eyes Kobra blinked into the room, first looking at his brother, then his eyes skipped from Fun, to Jet, and eventually you. He was tired, exhausted, barely alive, but there was such gentleness in his eyes, such joy and love.

Party was still staring at his brother, having only lifted his hand to Kobra’s cheek, brushing his finger over it again and again, as if he could not believe that instead of his skin growing colder, it in fact grew warmer again.

The first one to react was Fun. With a shout of ecstasy he launched himself at Kobra, who was still tied to the chair, and chuckled softly as Fun wrapped his arms awkwardly around him, Jet following right after.

You stayed seated on the floor, still in disbelief. Maybe you had been fast enough after all, and the mask had only temporarily knocked Kobra out, not killed him, not damaging his brain yet. And now, after four years, you had them all back, your crew. Your chest tightened as you watched them, laughing, crying, brushing over Kobra’s face and hair, touching him just because they loved him so much and were desperate to show him.

Across the room his eyes met yours. He did not say the words out loud, but mouthed them at you, a quiet ‘Thank you’, so honest, so heartfelt. And suddenly you realised that he had not missed just his mates, he had missed you, too. He had missed you just as much as you had missed him. His words, knowing you would come for him, had been not only directed at Party, but at all of you, you included. In his eyes you hadn’t failed him. You had saved him.

Slowly, you got up from your spot on the floor, brushing the glass shards off your palms, not caring about the burning of the cuts, and walked over to where the group was still hugging. Leaning down, you pressed a kiss to Kobra’s hair, making him smile. His hair smelt of dead animal, just like the mask you had ripped off his head, but still you lingered, feeling his short, soft hair against your lips, the warmth of his body slowly melting through his hair into your skin. He was alive. And there was no appropriate word to call the tight feeling in your chest, as you brushed your fingertips over his skin, trying to reassure yourself that it really was him, that you really had saved him.

Well, not quite yet. You were still in the heart of BLI, and before you had gotten Kobra and the others out of here, you couldn’t relax.

“Trackers,” Kobra suddenly said, “They implanted trackers in my hands.”

His statement made you terribly aware that you were still in the middle of enemy territory, and probably should get out as fast as possible. Immediately everyone was on high alert again.

“Where,” asked Jet, already getting up from where he had knelt by Kobra’s side.

“Back of both hands,” he answered. Indeed, you could see the outline of small capsules underneath his skin.

“Party, Fun, hold him down,” Jet commanded, while he pulled a small case from a pocket. When he opened it, a collection of medical tools were revealed. You could tell how Party, Kobra and Fun all got sick at the sight of the scalpel Jet pulled out, but they kept their composure. Party and Fun gripped Kobra’s still restrained arms tightly, as Jet bent down to take a closer look. “We need bandages,” he continued, not looking at you, but you knew he was asking you to find something that would do. So you immediately turned to the two dead SCARECROWS. Strips of their white laboratory coats would do nicely. “Try to keep quiet, okay?”

Jet’s last words were directed at Kobra, who nodded bravely, determination written on his face.

Quickly you busied yourself with rolling one of the SCARECROWs out of his coat, so you did not have to watch Jet bring the scalpel down on Kobra. After all these years, it probably was the last thing either of them wanted, to cut each other open. Again. But if you wanted BLI to stay clear of you, it had to be done. As you began tearing the first strip of fabric from the coat, your cut hands leaving bloodstains on the once snow white fabric, you could hear Kobra’s laboured breaths behind you. It made you feel sick.

Just as a pained groan escaped through his clenched teeth, there was the quiet clatter of something small and hard hitting the tiled floor.

“That was number one,” Jet concluded.

While he got to work on Kobra’s other hand, you began wrapping the bandages around the first hand. You could not help but notice the spider tattoo on the inside of his wrist, years old, nicely healed.

Suddenly there was the distant growling of an explosion that made the floor and the walls shake. Alarmed you gripped tightly onto Kobra, whose eyes flickered over the walls.

“What was that,” he asked, as you all halted for a moment as if you expected the ceiling to come down any moment.

“That would have been the Youngbloods,” Jet answered, over the sound of a second explosion, bigger and closer this time.

“The Youngbloods? They are-”

Kobra cut himself off with a muffled scream as Jet went back to work, trying to get the second tracker out of his hand.

“They’re our backup,” Party answered, not daring to look at Jet work or his brother’s face. “Sandman was very keen on kicking BLI’s butt for your sake.”

Kobra nodded, jaw clenched.

“Fuck, that hurts, you know,” he panted, and a moment later the second tracker hit the ground.

“But you’ve done well,” Jet assured him.

You could feel yourself sweating from all the stress you were in, as Jet quickly wrapped Kobra’s other hand in the improvised bandages, while you untied Kobra from the chair.

“Let’s get out of this shithole,” Party encouraged.

A third explosion rattled the building.

“What the hell are they doing,” Fun wondered, while he was disarming the dead SCARECROWs, throwing you one of the two ray guns he had retrieved, keeping the other for himself.

“A bit of big boom,” you recalled Phoenix’s words, making Kobra grin.

“Can you walk,” Party asked his brother, who still was sitting on the chair.

“Not sure,” he answered truthfully, and a moment latter Party had shifted to his side, and wrapped one of his arms over his shoulder.

“Jet!”

Jet joined Party on Kobra’s other side, and after exchanging a few nods, Fun was the first one to step from the tiled room into the observation room and back out into the corridor. He was followed by Party and Jet carrying Kobra, with you in the back.

Together you made your way back to the stairwell, still no DRACs, SCARECROWs or similar nightmares in sight.

Just as the door to the stairwell fell in lock behind you, the others already halfway down the first flight of stairs, there was a strange crackling. A moment later a voice echoed through the building, like an announcement from invisible speakers.

“I personally do think it is quite an achievement to make your way all across the Zones, just to break out a single man. You didn’t even give up after our little show with the doppelgänger. I’m impressed!”

Alarmed you stopped in your tracks, but after quickly exchanging glances with Fun and Party, you continued hurrying down the stairs. No time to lose.

“You even found and removed the trackers, I suppose, considering we’ve lost signal about a minute ago.” The voice was neither deep nor high, condescending, smooth, arrogant. “I just wish my men would have worked a little faster. Then you would not have had to go through the trouble of cutting the Kobra King up again. The mask was supposed to save you the trouble. Did you have fun watching that, Party Venom? You always had such a steady hand when it was your turn to cut him or Rage Ghoul open.”

Fifth floor. Five more to go. You could not wait getting out of BLI. The voice from the speakers sent shivers of the worst kind down your spine, the use of these strange names for your friends adding to the unease. To feel saver, you grabbed your ray gun from where it had been hidden underneath your BLI suit. The cool metal of it in your hand already made you feel more in control. An illusion, but better than nothing.

“And you, Mad Killjoy.” A shiver ran down your spine at the name other Killjoys had given you. “Did you enjoy it? I heard of your experiments, obviously. Really great work. And congratulations on getting all your little friends back. But did you never wonder how that was possible? Admittedly, Jet Moon was an accident. Rage Ghoul a calculated risk, which we lost. But Party Venom was thoroughly planned. I am disappointed that you never figured out why it was the Kobra King we held back. But since we’re already having such a nice chat, let me explain. Without him, you fall apart. He is the one all of you need to not tear each other’s throats out. Having the others torture him for years was just back up. In case they ever got rid of the masks. The guilt has been eating away at them constantly, hasn’t it? They grew more and more tense, more aggressive, hateful. I’m sure you have noticed that too.”

Ground floor. You felt sick. The voice was right. Without Kobra you had been falling apart. All this had been BLI’s plan for years, and you had walked right into their trap.

Fun pushed the door to the foyer open, ready to run towards the stairs that would lead to the boiler room in the basement, but came to a slithering halt no three feet outside the stairwell. When you bumped into Jet, Party and Kobra, who had stopped too, you saw why.

The way was blocked by SCARECROWs. Outside it had grown dark, and through the huge windows the flashing lights of BLI cars fell into the foyer.

“I just wonder where you plan escaping to,” the voice from the speakers continued. “I almost want to let you go, just to be able to see the look on your faces when you make it back to that Diner of yours to realise it’s been burnt to the ground. Sadly you did not drink any of the drugged water, otherwise we would have gotten quite a bit of a show here today, all of you going crazy with thirst and hallucinations from the withdrawal. So many missed opportunities for entertainment, don’t you think? Of course we noticed that the Diner was suddenly drawing water and electricity from our lines again. Did you really think we’d be stupid enough not to notice? And in case you were wondering how we knew you were coming: You didn’t really think Rage Ghoul could have broken into our outpost without us allowing him to, do you?”

Another explosion shook the building, this time right in front of it, since you could see the fireball that illuminated the scene shortly.

“Oh yes, your friends, the Youngbloods. We did not expect them, I must admit this much. Otherwise we would have prepared a welcome party for them too. They did quite a bit of damage to our weapon-arsenal, but don’t worry, we got still enough to deal with you.”

As if on command, the SCARECROWs all lifted their rifles. Frantically you scanned the room. There was no way you would make it to the boiler room. Back up the stairs would keep you trapped in the building. Your eyes flickered to the glass doors, the same ones you had had nightmares about so many nights, seeing your friends die here. This was the only way out. And a cruel joke, because this way history would be so likely to repeat itself.

“Oh, you know what happened here,” the voice from the speakers continued. “You know, how Party Venom and the Kobra King were brought down, how your sweet lover here gave his life in an attempt to save the Jet Moon.” You ignored the way the voice called Fun your lover. So did he. “Do you want me to tell you a secret, Mad Killjoy?” The voice got quiet, teasing. “If Rage Ghoul had not run straight into your hands a few weeks ago, we would have had special plans for him.”

You could see Fun shift uncomfortably from one leg to the other, his eyes flickering to the glass doors, just like yours, just like Party’s and Jet’s.

“He would’ve been the guest star for our very first human vivisection. On himself.”

Your stomach turned and if you had eaten anything in the past hours, it would have ended up on the floor of the foyer now.

Fun was shaking, and you did not have to see his face to know he was as pale as the walls around you.

“Fuck you,” he grumbled, making the voice laugh.

“Rude,” it chuckled. “But that’s enough small talk now. Let’s finish this.”

And with that the SCARECROWs opened fire.

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[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

I really liked how they used 2d animation for the master emerald backstory and I think they can utilize that in sonic 3. (Yes I’m gonna reference Kung fu panda 2 again)

Imagine they use 2d animation for parts of Shadow’s memories and implanted memories that conflict with the other but then it goes to the live action cgi hybrid style when he remembers what really happened, especially when he last saw Maria. I just also want it to be a big middle finger to those who think “animations for kids.” Wouldn’t that be cool to use the different mediums?

One. Oh my god that entire 2d sequence showing off the ME's creation and how the Owls took it from the Echidnas was just amazing, it left me so shook when I first saw it.

Two. You can never go wrong with a KFP2 reference. That movie is spectacular.

Three. Yes, animation is a medium that should be respected more and can be used for opportunities and ideas like this.

Four, I can imagine the ideal sequence for that so perfectly. It would be similar to quick flashes like when people say your life flashes before your eyes right before you die? But for Shadow it's the opposite when he's rembering his life before and after he was put under for 50 years.

Kinda picture it like this, in the 2d format, we see his memories unfold as he starts to wake up from cryogenic sleep. Quick flashes go by in the blink of an eye as he becomes fully conscious,

Him being first created in a tube in the lab, surrounded by a cool, green liquid and seeing people in white coats walking past it...

Meeting Gerald for the first time as he takes his first, wobbly steps...

Seeing his first look at the stars in the inky black void of space from the station and feeling overwhelmed...

Meeting Maria for the first time and no longer feeling scared by her presence...

...-ria.....?

He hears alarms blaring, people shouting and running as the sound of gunfire fills the air...

...maria....

He remembers clutching her hand so tightly as he pulled her with him as they ran through the long corridors, the soldiers not far behind them as he heard the footsteps of their heavy boots...

Maria...

He's trapped in the escape capsule, kicking and screaming against glass, begging Maria to let him out, the tears burning in his eyes as they streamed down his cheeks...

Maria...Maria...

She smiles weakly at him as she lies on the cold floor, her blonde hair blown over half her face and her blue eyes riped with pain, her voice faint and fragile but he could still hear it in all the unearthly noise surrounding him....

....."Goodbye...Shadow..."

MARIA!!

BOOM! He wakes up, disoriented, confused and scared. Waking up from something that felt like a dream, but turned out to be a nightmare that never ended.

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Oookay, now comes the point of where Shadow starts to gain bits of his memories back after learning the truth (of however way they introduce that point in the plot) and sees points of his memories that did happen rather than altered.

As each memory plays out, it becomes less 2d and more mixed with the live cgi format to show that they are his true memories,

Maria taking his hand, introducing herself and giving him his name...."Shadow, your name is Shadow."

The two of them walking through the long, open halls together, having small races with the other kids that lived on the station.

Maria snapping a quick picture of him with her new Polaroid she got from Gerald, stunning Shadow like he was a dear in headlights while she laughed at his reaction.

Gerald asking him about an equation the scientists were stuck on for weeks and then solving it for them in under a minute, leaving them completely flabbergasted.

Maria snuggled up close to him as she yawned sleepily while they were stargazing in the observatory, looking at the planet below and imagining them finally down there together, just like they always wished for.

"One day when you get better, we'll go down there together. See everything that we've read about and explore all the places that we can."

"But...what if I never get better? What if I have to spend my whole life up here in space?"

Shadow wraps his arm around her as she starts to doze off. "If it comes to that, then I'll stay here with you. So that way, you'll never feel alone again."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

I leave what happens next after that sequence open ended, but let's just say there are definitely tears that are shed and now he understands what he was supposed to be made for, why he wanted to keep her promise, why he can now learn from the events of the past and live with a new purpose...

[valliass]

Misc. hi3 headcanons

- Fu hua uses fenghuang down to cheat at poker. It's common for valkyries to play cards while traveling to missions, and oftentimes your reputation in your squadron depends on how well you play. When it comes time to break out the card deck, everyone treats Fu hua like a god... but without her feathers, she's actually pretty terrible at poker. She's got a great poker face, but can't read others' to save her life. It's a secret she'll take to the grave.

- On the contrary, Hua/Sentience uses her powers to shamelessly cheat at EVERYTHING, and everyone's fully aware of it.

- Bronya isn't actually that good at video games - she's good, but not THAT good. The real reason everyone else treats her like a gamer god is that she's just the only person out of all the main characters who knows how to block in fighting games. She refuses to teach anyone except Seele.

- Seele still loses to Bronya every time anyway because she does nothing but stare at Bronya instead of the game while mashing heavy attacks and occasionally throwing out raw supers.

- She kicks Kiana's ass tho.

- After fully becoming the herrscher of thunder, Mei can no longer use smartphones. She short-circuits every single one she touches. She sees her fellow world serpent officers use twitter and gets overwhelmed by horrible pangs of jealousy.

- Before Kiana's herrscher powers awakened, the core implanted into her had been sapping part of her energy for most of her life. This is the real reason why prior to chapter 9 she eats so fucking much.

[smolincubusbf]

And cleaning has always been a very therapeutic thing for me. Helps me meditate and clear my mind. It's important to stay active stay busy and meditate. It's important for me to get outta my own head. You'll never catch me drowning in someone else's negativity ever again. Aka the women whose been he|| bent on making my life miserable and trying to push me away from those I love dearly and has made threats of using black magic on me and sending me harm. You'll never catch me actually letting her win. She can feel like she won but at the end of the day I'm good. I'm good I know my truth I know who I am and I know she's liar. That's the difference between us me and her. I'm always honest even if it hurts. I admit to my mistakes and apologize and I work everyday to become better. I don't like pointing fingers and arguing and I don't enjoy drama matter of fact I despise it., but I will defend myself. She's a liar who gets a thrill out of breaking hearts and using people and she doesn't even love herself she hates herself so much. And I'm ashamed I ever let her bring me down to her level. I'm ashamed to say I let her toy with my emotions and heart and got so close to almost pushing all my souls all my love all my heart away. And trustfully if I've lost it all I deserve it for letting her drag me down to that disgusting filthy low level of vibration she operates on.

The only thing I can do is focus on me keep leveling up learning and apologizing. I can't hate myself tho I can blame myself. Because at the end of the day it doesn't matter what she said what she did I'm the one who gave her the power by letting her get to my deepest insecurities. By letting her toy with my emotions play mind games I brought this pain on myself and it's never no one's fault but my own. I should know better I'm supposed to know better I'm supposed to be better.. I'm supposed to rise above her not stoopp down to her level. So what if I'm ugly so what if I'm scrawny insecure annoying so what if I'ma

b*+¢h so what if she says she's better prettier blah blah blah all the guys and girls want her. Who tf cares. I love myself I really do. And I respect myself way to much to keep playing her crazy checkers. I got more better things to do like work on my self love myself take care of myself and love my friends and family. And I don't mind being alone because in the end all I've ever really had was myself..

But I refuse to leave my souls and I refuse to leave the ones I love over her. And I'm not leaving I'll always be right here for you rather she likes it or not. Because quit truthfully I don't give a flying fu¢¢¢ what she thinks or says..she can be mad. I'm here to stay b*+¢h I'll kick down the door walk right in there like I own that place because I am divine. But you can't tell me to leave him and I never will so stay mad idc just know I ain't playing no games. And unlike her I know how to respect and I know how to give love true love and I respect others but I can't and will not ever respect or love her.

I'm just gonna keep on keeping on doing my chores at home and then focusing on my new job and focusing on my self care and my money. And guess what imma still be right here for you I said I wasn't leaving and I meant that. And that h03 can be mad all she wants. NEVER AGAIN WILL I LET ANYONE HOLD MY INSECURITIES OVER ME. Because listen you pos that's all you ever held over me all you ever had on me was my own insecurities and your ability to implant your toxic voice in my head. But all this time I had the power to not listen and I wish I realized that sooner. Wish I realized sooner that others words and feelings and perceptions do not define me. All this time I had the power within in me. I will no longer hand my powers over to others. I fully embrace my flaws and my short comings I fully take responsibility for my own toxic traits that stem from my insecurities. I'm removing myself from her wicked game of crazy checkers. I'm brave enough to face the storms and stand in the rain with a smile painted on my face. And I hold my hand out to you for you to take if you accept my apologies for all the pain I've allowed her to cause.