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[ponderingmoonlight]

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

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Dying ray of sunshine The year after the incident with Toji has put your longtime relationship with Suguru Geto to the test. But one fateful decicion will change everything forever.

Dying ray on sunshine pt. ll After searching for your former boyfriend Suguru for 10 years, he finally shows himself again at the Night Parade. You try your best to convince him back into your open arms, but it seems like the man you love is gone forever.

Us against the world Suguru and you are inseperable, like ying and yang long before the both of you joined Jujutsu High. Despite you are technically a non-jujutsu sorcerer, you made your way up with him always by your side. Until something changed. Until it wasn't "us against the world" anymore.

(y/n) gifting Geto sweets against the bad taste of curses Being used to the fact that nobody seems to care about how awful curses taste, Suguru Geto is absolutely blown away when you start noticing and bringing him candy after each and every mission.

Getting back home drunk after an argument with Suguru Geto You always supressed the pain in your heart when your boyfriend dumps you for his best friend again. Until one day you've had enough. Until you get uncontrollably drunk to forget your fight.

Geto encouraging you to eat more after growing up in a toxic household After your toxic parents tried to force you into their picture of a thin and docile wife, you left them as soon as possible and became the best version of yourself - if it wasn't for your bad eating habits still haunting you down when you're out with your boyfriend. Until he decides to have a talk with you...

Die with a smile Despite the dark part he has chosen, Suguru finds himself drawn back to you. In a rain-soaked encounter, both of you face the heartbreaking reality that love can't save him from the path of destruction he's committed to.

Geto being forced to kiss you during a mission but shamelessly making out with you instead It was an easy mission like many others before. Get in, find the suspect, free the innocent. Well, if it wasn't for none other than Geto Suguru who has to play your boyfriend. If it wasn't for that fateful situation that forces you into a heated kiss.

Should have told her While being secretely in love with you since joining Jujutsu High, Nanami never admitted his feelings to you. Only after you nearly die in a fight and are on the brink of death, he begins to realize how much you really mean to him

Don't be shy You are an outspoken, confident and skilled member of Jujutsu High. But when it comes to Nanami Kento, you suddendly become all flustered and shy. When you are set on a mission together he finally confronts you.

Whisper of the death With your character of pure gold, it isn't hard for Nanami to fall for you despite the fact that you are the little sister of his best friend. However, your world is turned upside down after both men return from their last mission...

Beautiful mistake You are in a secret but healthy relationship with none other than Nanami Kento despite being the sunshine to his rain. Until one day, you accidentaly spoil your secret to Gojo Satoru.

Nanami losing it completely when (y/n) gets severely injured at Shibuya After receiving a message with your location, Nanami rushes to your side, showing no mercy with the man who laid his hands on you.

Nanami hiding his scars from his girlfriend after surviving Shibuya no words needed

Nanami and Gojo's little sister meeting up again years after their ugly breakup It's been some hell of years since Nanami left Gojo's younger sister for another woman. But when her big brother invites her to Jujutsu HIgh again, things start to unveil...

Haruta seeking revenge on Nanami's heavy pregnant wife When Haruta hears about Nanami's wife, he is more than delighted to search and kill her. He didn't think about (y/n)'s very own abilities and her furious husband though.

Nanami fearing rejection from his wife and daughter after Shibuya left him seriously wounded Even though he survived Shibuya, Kento Nanami dies from the inside just by the thought of losing you and his precious little daughter due to his severe wounds and scarred skin. But despite his great fear, your reaction turns out completely different than expected.

Nanami's girlfriend watching him being in full dad-mode with Yuji After finally coming back home from a mission far away, all you want to do is seeing your precious boyfriend Kento again. But instead of a afternoon of cuddling him, you get to see him act like a real dad towards a new student.

Nanami's reaction to his daughter wearing a jumper saying "I love daddy" After the incidents of Shibuya and his wife getting severely injured, Nanami is relieved to know his new family safe and sound. A little suprise from his precious wife seems to be enough to make a grown man cry in joy though...

Kento Nanami and his wife losing their unborn child in Shibuya It seemed like a normal evening when you passed out on the couch, not aware of Haruta sneaking into your shared apartment until he pierces his blade through your pregnant stomach. How will your husband react, finding out what happened to you?

Nanami Kento raising his voice at you (apparentely yellow text is gone wtf) He had no other choice but to scream at you in the middle of a fight, snapping at you like he never did before. It took both of you a few weeks to realize that you can't be with each other...

In Quiet Understanding At a lively work party, you're cornered by the pressure to drink - a personal boundary you’re not ready to cross. Just as the moment becomes unbearable, Nanami steps in, quietly taking the shot for you. In his calm, understated way, he shows that sometimes the loudest support is silent.

Nanami realizing you're pregnant before you do

Caught Megumi knows it isn't allowed to visit you after curfew late at night, but the temptation is just too great. However, it is percisely this night that Gojo noticed the both of you and finds you in a rather unfavorable situation.

Luck in misfortune After you get seriously injured by a cursed and saved by Megumi, he begins to develop feelings for you he never imagined could exist.

The razor's edge The news that your boyfriend Megumi got badly injured on a mission makes you come to Jujutsu High immediately to stand by his side.

Opposites attract Megumi hated you the moment you stepped into Jujutsu High for the first time. As time flies, he always sees himself confronted with you on missions. However, one of these missions makes him rethink his feelings towards you

Save you After you recklessly risk your own life to save his, Megumi can't hold back his feelings any longer

Yuji's sunshine sister with grumpy Megumi Despite the fact that Megumi is the complete opposite of you, he can't help but secretely having a crush on you. It isn't until you get severely injured by Mahito that Megumi begins to realize it can't go on like this...

Gojo's little sister kissing her childhood crush Megumi for the first time at Shibuya Even though your brother told you over and over to stay away from Shibuya, you are on your way to save him when you fall into the open arms of Megumi. Is this the right time to finally confess your feelings to your childhood crush?

Getting lost at a haunted house only to get saved by Megumi Fushiguro After your friends dragged you into a tunnel of terror at an amusement park despite your irrational fear of creepy stuff, you find yourself lost in your own panic. Until a sudden blue-eyed boy appears and helps you out...

Megumi losing his will to carry on until (y/n) shows up Megumi can't take it anymore. All the death, the grief, the misery he caused. He'll never forgive himself for losing you...But are you really dead?

Keeping your relationship with Megumi a secret until you can't anymore Megumi Fushiguro’s secret relationship with you has been going smoothly—until his friends start noticing his odd behavior. Yuji and Nobara grow suspicious, launching a hilariously relentless mission to uncover what he’s hiding, while Gojo sits back, amused by the chaos. Will the two of you finally confess?

I told you to stay When finding out your boyfriend of a year, Toji, secretly has a whole family behind your back, you decide to leave him. Of course, he won't allow that so easily.

Toji Fushiguro coming back to live to save (y/n) at Shibuya No words needed

Geto's little sister melting like butter in Toji's hands When your brother and Satoru arrive at Jujutsu High with the star plasma vessel, things start to get heated. But instead of running away like you're told to, you follow your brother. Only to be alone with a certain someone...

Choso with injured (y/n) who has blood phobia no words needed

Gojo's little sister seducing Choso at Shibuya no words needed

Gojo's little sister seducing Choso at Shibuya pt. ll After getting back on track of saving her big brother, (y/n) catches Mahito's attention. Choso has to decide if he continues searching for Yuji or rushed to her aid before she gets killed.

Teaching Choso about Christmas and kissing under the mistletoe Even though Choso thinks he's seen it all by now, the idea of Christmas just doesn't reach him until you show him the tradition of kissing underneath a mistletoe...

Choso realizing what love is when you almost sacrifice your life to save his It was always a mystery to Choso Kamo, the way human emotions seem to work. But when you yank yourself right into Uraume's attack in order to save him, he slowly but surely begins to understand.

Choso getting hopelessly seduced by another blood manipulator It seemed so easy at first: find Itadori Yuji, kill him, take revenge. Only until you showed up and captivated Choso Kamo, only until you showed him what you can...

Megumi's little sister falling head over heels for Yuji (and maybe Sukuna?) pt. l After being set on a mission with your crush Yuji, your big brother and Nobara, things don't go as planned as all and force Yuji to sacrifice himself before you have the chance to tell him how you feel. Until Sukuna appears...

Sukuna coming for Megumi's little sister at Shibuya (pt. ll) After the incident of Yuji almost losing his life and Megumi's little sister confessing her feelings to him, they finally live in peace. But then Shibuya comes around as well as suppressed Sukuna who takes interest in you...

Sukuna coming for Megumi's little sister at Shibuya (pt. lll) After promising Sukuna to do everything he wants in exchange for him sparing your friends, you find yourself in a bitter fight with Jogo. While you feel like dying, Sukuna enjoys teasing the hell out of you...

Sukuna coming for Megumi's little sister at Shibuya (pt. lV) Sukuna enjoys every second with you by his side. But when Yuji slowly but surely begins to fight back, Sukuna has to act quickly. A sweet innocent kiss before he has to go, before Yuji Itadori gains back his body...

(y/n)'s deal with the devil to save Nobara's life (pt. V) You've been through so much at Shibuya, seeing the love of you get taken over by Sukuna and finally getting him back. But this time, it will be you who begs on her knees for the king of curses to arrive in order to save your best friend's life...

You being made from Yuji's and Megumi's big booty dreams Personality counts, but a big ass does as well

Telling Sukuna you're pregnant after not seeing him for 500 years For more than 1.500 years, you found yourself in a love and hate relationship with none other than Ryomen Sukuna. But when he began to ignore you for more than 500 years, you decide to bind him to you forever - with the help of a pregnancy that shouldn't be possible...

Part 2 After dropping the bomb of getting yourself pregnant from him despite not seeing each other for 500 years, Sukuna can't contain his temper. But you're too strong, you are too hot to resist you any longer...

Yuji taking you on an ice-skating date You never went ice-skating in your entire life, but when Yuji asks you out...Who are you to say no to your secret crush?

Sukuna comforting you after a breakup short lil comfort for whoever needs it

Ryomen Sukuna getting on his knees for his wife For more than 500 years, you waited for your husband's return. When he finally shows himself again in Shibuya, he can't help but worship his wife the way she deserves it

Being held hostage by Ryomen Sukuna How you ended up in Sukuna's prison instead of getting killed in an instant? You don't know. What you do know however that the king of curse has more to offer than what you ever imagined...

Darlin', can I be your favorite? In a world full of death and tortue, wouldn't it be the easiest to seduce a man who is able to protect you at any cost? Ryomen Sukuna definetely is exactly that. Now, the seduction part...

Sukuna pretending he's Yuji to catch a taste of you What you expected after finally meeting your boyfriend after losing him in Shibuya? Definitely not the king of curses trying to kiss you.

Sweet Affection Until he met you, Sukuna never believed in something as worthless as love and affection. But when you treated him like no one ever did before, when you showed him what affection might look like, he tumbles...

Wicked games From the second Ryomen Sukuna appears on the surface on earth again, you are bound to each other. Until the Shibuya accident. Until Sukuna gets confronted with the fear of losing you first-hand.

Daring Sukuna and getting what you wished for 18+ What's even more stupid than encountering Ryomen Sukuna by accident? Betting with Yuji that you'll touch his soul on your own. Setting him free. Getting pleasured by him like never before.

Yuta going nuts when finding out you've got severely injured at Shibuya When the news of Shibuya begin to flood in, Yuta almost loses his mind over you. Without thinking twice he pays you, the secret love of his life, a visit.

We're just friends...right? You told it yourself over and over while you whimpered against his neck. You are nothing but friends, no one has to know about him and you. Until Yuta ignores your presence the next day, until you realize that you don't want him like a best friend...

Yuta saving your ass in Shibuya You have enough. After fighting for multiple hours in Shibuya, you are the brink of giving up your life, of giving up the pondering about a future with Yuta. Little do you know he's already on his way to Shibuya...

Comforting Toge Inumaki after he lost his arm in Shibuya yup that's basically it

How JJK men react to other girls flirting with them/reader getting insulted ft. Gojo, Megumi and Yuta

JJK men sharing a bed with reader ft. Megumi, Nanami and Yuta

JJK men sharing a bed with reader part lll ft. Toji, Geto, Haibara and Choso

How JJK men act when they're jealous ft. Megumi and Gojo

JJK men turning the usual confident reader shy ft. Yuta, Geto and Megumi

Shibuya arc scenarios that live in my head rent free part l ft. getting sealed along with Gojo, Geto awakening by the sound of your voice

How JJK men react when (y/n) gets injured ft. Nanami, Megumi, Toji and Geto

JJK men in and after a fight ft. Goto, Megumi and Nanami

JJK men in and after a fight pt. ll ft. Geto, Choso and Yuji

JJK men with drunk reader ft. Choso and Nanami

JJK men with drunk reader pt. ll ft. Geto, Megumi and Gojo

JJK men meeting you for the first time (aka Megumi catching you buying condoms) ft. Gojo, Nanami and Megumi

JJK men after hurting (y/n) ft. Choso and Gojo

How JJK men react when you fall asleep on top of them ft. Nanami, Gojo and Inumaki

How JJK men react to different insecurities Part 1 ft. Nanami (gn!reader's facial scars), Megumi (fem!reader with small breasts) and Sukuna (gn!reader with acne)

How JJK men react to different insecurities Part 2 ft. Nanami (reader doesn't want kids), Gojo (reader who gained weight), Megumi (reader with hooked nose)

How JJK men react to different insecurities Part 3 ft. Nanami (overweight reader), Choso (reader with big breasts), Yuji/Todo (tall/curvy reader)

How JJK men act when you can't sleep ft. Gojo, Inumaki and Megumi

JJK men with a small-chested reader ft. Toji, Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna and Geto

JJK men with a big-chested reader ft. Nanami, Geto, Yuji/Sukuna and Gojo

Stitching JJK men up or at least trying to ft. Gojo, Toji and Yuta

Doing the ribbon around biceps trend with JJK men ft. Gojo, Nanami, Toji and Sukuna

Making JJK men realize what love is ft. Geto, Sukuna and Toji

Seeing JJK men shirtless for the first time ft. trueform! Sukuna, Nanami, Choso, Gojo and Geto, Ino, Toji and Ijichi

Getting caught while making out with JJK men ft. Geto, Gojo and Nanami

Slow kissing turning into aggressively making out with JJK men ft. Gojo, Sukuna and Toji

Meeting your ex jjk boyfriend again after your breakup ft. Gojo and Toji

JJK men when you go into labor ft. Toji, Geto, Gojo and Sukuna

JJK men pretending to date you to get rid of unwanted attention ft. Geto, Megumi, Choso and Gojo

How JJK men react to seeing you in their clothes ft. Gojo, Megumi, Yuta and Nanami

Going to "your spot" after the breakup and finding your ex jjk men there ft. Gojo, Geto, Megumi and Yuji/Sukuna

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[pokemonshelterstories]

What are the rules like for renting an apartment with a pokemon? I have a zubat who I adore, and he's had all his rabies shots but I've been denied apartments over him before. Is that legal? He has all his paperwork and he's quiet and non destructive, surely he should be fine.

rules vary by apartment. to be honest, a zubat is a tough pokemon to get an apartment with. many apartments will only allow domesticated pokemon; others will allow some exotics within certain types and morphologies but deny others. few apartments out there will allow relatively free reign, because it's a healthy and safety issue. to be honest, most pokemon don't do well in an apartment anyway!

in your zubat's case, he has two things going against him. the first is that he's a poison type, and a lot of apartment-style housing deny poison types by default. the second is that he's a species known to be a fairly severe disease vector, and even if he is up to date on his shots, an apartment can deny an exotic pokemon on the grounds that vaccinations for them aren't as thoroughly tested.

it's a difficult situation, and i'm sorry that you're having a hard time finding housing. it's tough, but there are a lot of reasons why these rules are in place- unfortunately, not everyone trains their pokemon well. your best bet is going to be either to look for an apartment that doesn't restrict by typing (these tend to be more willing to accept exotic pokemon in general) or to look at renting a house instead, as you may be able to convince the landlord versus having to deal with a blanket policy. to be honest, an apartment isn't a great spot for a zubat anyway, as noise from other tenants can be really confusing for them. still, good look with your search!

[eloquentcoconut]

☆ Practice Makes The Prefect Question Their Life Choices ☆

Synopsis: What does studying, basketball, break dancing, and surprise relocation have in common? NOTHING. Just an average day attending Night Raven College.

Word Count: 2, 470

Notes: Second half has bits of dialogue from Jamil's PE Uniform Vignette.

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Deuce smacked his head against the library table. “It's hopeless… I’ve never heard of any of these terms and the make-up test is tomorrow...” 

“C’mon Loosey-Deucey!” Ace jabbed Deuce’s side with his elbow. “That’s not how goody two shoes star-honor students talk.”

Deuce sighed, lifted his head and smacked his face in a resounding slap to hype himself up “right!” And got back on that grind set. 

“That’s why we’re all studying together, for support -” I started.

“I thought it was because we all bombed our last assignment?” Grim blinked.

“No thanks to you, Grim.” Ace frowned, reminded on Grim’s impromptu experiment that got all of us scolded by professor Crewel - and receiving a failing grade.

“No thanks to me?!” Grim threw his pencil at Ace.

Ignoring the spat, I moved my textbook closer to Adeuce. “Speaking of what’s the ‘swans cradle’?”

“Hey hey little guppies!” Floyd came bounding over to our group study session, forcefully scooting Ace out of his chair to sit next to me.

“Hey?!” Ace huffed from the floor, finding a new seat next to Grim.

“Shrimpy, how about we go on a date?” Floyd ‘asked.’

Everyone at the table made different sounds of surprise and protest, except for me as I remained silent taking in this new information. 

“Tomorrow, we hit up the Mostro Lounge for a bite, we go to the library, I’ll carry your books while you look cute studying, and then I’mma take you to the basketball court.” Floyd grinned, performing some seated basketball throws. “You can watch me sweat.” He winked.

I started laughing, thrown off by Floyd’s directness. “What? What? Watch you sweat? You think I’ll get a workout too through osmosis?”  

“Nah, you’ll be busy. You’re going to clap for me, and cheer - as I beat all those other barnacles.” Floyd states seriously. 

Floyd is oddly endearing and cute when he wants to be. Suddenly he leans in closer, I stop laughing but my wide grin never leaves my face. 

Ace butts in, creating distance between Floyd and I. 

“If Thorn’s going to be cheering for ANYBODY on the basketball team, it’ll be me: the Ace of the court!” He states resolutely. 

“Tch. Whatever.” Floyd pushes himself out of the chair and storms off, kicking a stray paper ball.

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Eventually I was the only one remaining at the library table. Deuce left for his track meet, subsequently taking Grim with him. Something about wanting to ‘train to boost his magical abilities faster’ a bit surprising from Grim, but as long as he has a non-destructive hobby…  

“Ah there you are prefect. I’m afraid Floyd is throwing a bit of a tantrum we’ll say, and it would be in everyone’s best interest if you attended his basketball practice.” 

I jumped slightly in my seat at Jade’s soft-spoken voice. I meet his ‘friendly’ gaze and realize I’m cornered; stuck between an immovable bookcase and the immovable force that is Jade Leech.

I start collecting my things wondering how I’ll get past the slippery eel. The Leech twins, tweels, aren’t *bad* per say, just very rough with the things that pique their interest. 

“I’ve got Grim and a few other things to look after, I don’t have the time to spare.” I turn to stand, but Jade is already to my right!

“I was hoping you’d pick the hard way. I’m glad we’ve come to a mutual understanding prefect.” Jade instantly had me thrown over his shoulder.

“Ehh?! Put me down right now!” I struggled in his hold, becoming flustered as my one-sided fight was in vain. 

Jade continued his leisurely walk, pushing open the doors, acting as if he could not hear or feel me, or anyone else’s stares for that matter. 

“Jade, put me down or you will suffer the consequences!’ I shouted, his iron grip never relenting. 

Jade chuckled. “I’m sure your are capable prefect, but since I have you here, let's have a chat.” Jade adjusted his position, hitting his shoulder lightly into my abdomen. 

“Augh!”

“I find it unfair how you outwardly favor my brother over me, you indulge in his whims and close proximity.” Jade started.

I let out a sigh and asked, “do I get a choice? Whose fault do you think that is?”

Jade chuckled once more. “Fair enough. How would you feel about joining me on a hike?”  

“Unless you carry me the whole duration of the trip, no thanks. Ugh, even just thinking about it makes me feel tired.” I adjust myself over Jade’s shoulder, sitting up with my chin in the palm of my hand. 

Jade smirked. “That can be easily arranged, any other qualifications?”

I scoffed; Jade can be just as tolerant of jokes as his brother. “I don’t have any gear or clothes suitable for the mountains, so even if I did want to go, it doesn’t seem wise to be so unprepared.” 

“You’re quite correct, one never knows when the mountains may turn.”

It was quite for a moment; it looks like Jade took the long way to the gymnasium - how long have I been up here? He’s not even breaking a sweat. Showoff. As a wise man (Iida) once said ‘his Adonis stat is MAXED.’

Jade cleared his throat. “Hypothetically, if one supplied the gear, and carried you, you would go?” 

I felt apprehensive in answering Jade. “Sure...Are you plotting something?”

After a while Jade coyly answered, “...Perhaps.”

‘Ruh roh. Is he going to stuff me in a terrarium and force me to eat hybrid mushrooms? Turn ME into a mushroom? Probably not, BUT, you never know what he’s scheming!’ As I mull over the information, occupied with my wild thoughts, Jade gently sets me down outside of the gymnasium doors. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow prefect.” Jade politely smiles, turning away.

“Why?”

Jade refuses to elaborate and simply says, “better hurry inside prefect.”

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“OW!” Ace cried out, rubbing his shoulder.

“You’re out Crabby!” Floyd grinned.

Ace frowned. “Yo, just so we’re clear, we’re playing BASKET ball not DODGE ball! I swear I’ve told you like a hundred times! And lay off the weird nickname while you’re at it. Back me up here Jamil. Jamil?!”  

Jamil was already long out of sight, sitting down on the bench, taking a drink from his water bottle. A few other NPC’s I don’t care to know also sought refuge on the bench. 

Floyd’s head turns in my direction, “SHRIMPY!” 

His expression melted into a carefree smile as he ran towards me. Without warning Floyd lifted me up like a teddy bear and pressed me into his chest as he   s q u e e z e d. 

Unprepared I coughed out, “Ack! F-loy-d!” 

Floyd stopped squeezing me and carried me over to the bleachers, setting me down. “Watch me total these losers, kay?” 

I dumbly nodded from whiplash. Floyd instantly fell back into the rhythm of things once on the court. Seemingly less hostile with his teammates now, maybe that was the vertigo talking. My equilibrium is totaled.

The tense atmosphere was palpable. Floyd began absolutely dominating the court, a serious expression painted his face. A choir of sneaker squeaks and a basketball reverberating the ground. Floyd plowed through his opponents and teammates like a tank. He was in the zone, nothing could break his focus. 

The NPC’s in particular voiced their disappointment. “Hah-Hah.. Time-out, Floyd. How’d you get past all three of us?!” 

Floyd raised an eyebrow. “Again? Put in a little effort, wouldja? You’ll never learn how to steal the ball at this rate.” 

“It's all we can do just to keep up with your dribbling.” A Scarabia student complained. 

“Fine. I’ll give you another handicap. I’m normally a lefty, but I’ll only use my right hand this time. Try to get the ball, ‘kay?” Floyd switched the ball to his right and started running at his opponents. 

“Ugh! Our only chance is to go for a foul!” An Octavinelle NPC cried out.  

“Too bad, soooo sad.” Floyd mocked, shooting for the basket. “Aaaand SWISH! Nothin’ but net!” He boasted.  

“GAHH!” The NPC’s wailed in defeat.  

“You’re a fan of basketball?” 

I jumped slightly; Jamil’s voice startled me. His torso is turned to the side to chat. I really can’t imagine him going out of his way for friendly conversation though. 

“Oh yeah, it's entertaining to watch.” Unsure of what Jamil wants, I don't make any small talk. 

The corner of Jamil’s lips raises slightly, “you’re too late to join the team, however you could always aid in managerial duties or work as an assistant coach.” 

Feeling awkward of having a conversation at a distance, I move down the bleachers to sit next to Jamil. “Definitely worth considering. Any particular reason you want me around?” 

Without missing a beat, Jamil answers, “Floyd’s mood swings for one, and I get the impression you’d give valuable insights, with how attentive you watch and that there’s no magic required.” 

Just as he had finished saying so, Floyd was doing freaky flips in the middle of the court. 

“I’ve always wanted to try doing a head spin! You spin around like a top while balancing on your head! Like this, maybe?” Floyd was on his head, legs flung into the air, he used his hands to spin himself to the left and - “Oof! I fell right on the ol’ tailbone. Aha ha, it’s totally impossible. I can’t keep my balance.” 

Jamil sighed, getting up from his place on the bench and chastised Floyd for his improper form. 

“Where’d that stuff come from? How’d you learn all that stuff?” Floyd asked Jamil, dragging me onto the court as well. “C’mon Shrimpy! You should know this too!” 

Ace crossed his arms as he gave Jamil a look, “you have a passion for dancing?”

Jamil cleared his throat, “You heard nothing. It is simply something I briefly dabbled in with Kalim once upon a time.” 

“A headstand is basically as simple as standing upside down on your head?” Floyd turned to me, “I’ll give ya a boost shrimp.” 

“GAH?! FLOYD?!” Floyd picked me out and manhandled me upside down, holding my legs as my hands and head rested on the floor. 

Floyd let go of my legs as he attempted to do the same move himself, Ace caught my legs and helped me out of the position before I could get injured. 

“Oof! I guess I still don’t get it! Howzabout you show me how it’s done, Sea Snake?” Floyd asked Jamil from his position on the floor. 

Caught up in Floyd’s antics, Jamil found himself explaining the basics of a headstand while in a headstand. Ace and I backed away.

“Dude, I’m so over this. I’ve totally lost them. I would have never pegged Jamil as a breakdancer. Talk about the surprise of a lifetime.” Ace sat with me back on the bench.

“There’s always something new to learn everyday… If we’re willing.” I half-heartedly answer, too distracted by Jamil and Floyd’s breakdancing. Floyd is a quick learner, just like Ace.  

Ace grumbled as he packed up his stuff.

“Wah! You’re totally awesome Sea Snake! I’m totally fired up now to play some B-ball!” Floyd cheered, rising from the ground and locating the nearest basketball.

Ace slammed his bag down, “so now we’re going to play?!” Ace rushed back onto the court. 

I found myself immersed in the game - when Ace spun the basketball on his finger before shooting a five pointer, or when Floyd leaped towards the basket for a slam dunk! It was so intense and cool! While players like Floyd have an upper hand with height and strength, and players like Ace gain an advantage with fake outs and misdirection, the way Jamil avoids getting blocked or cornered and out maneuvers his opponents is akin to a choreographed dance, highlighting Jamil’s observant nature, he’s untouchable. Jamil advances for a slam dunk and he– 

“DOKKAN! NICE SHOT!” Jamil triumphantly shouted.  

When the buzzer blared, those who were not basking in the afterglow of a spirited play took to bullying Jamil over his catchphrase. 

“Pfft- dokkan. Dokkan!” Ace mocked between his laughter.

Jamil’s blush rose to his ears. “Quiet you!”

Floyd was into it making exaggerated hand motions and explosion noises. “If you can’t even get fired up, did you even play?”

As the boys came over to the bench, I jumped up and cheered “dokkan game you guys!”

Jamil grumbled “not you too….” 

Floyd embraced me in a hug, arms wrapped around my shoulders as my face squished into his neck. I feel a slimy substance on my skin from the contact.

“Shrimpy! Don’t I deserve a reward for playing so well? Let's have that date now.” 

Peeling myself off from Floyd I cringed. “Uh, you really weren’t kidding about the sweat, I think a shower before anything else would be preferred.” I make a show of pulling my shirt away from my skin.

Floyd tilted his head. “Eh, but I was just joking about the sweat. Azul has marketed the secretion as moisturizers and balms before, so think of it like that.”  

Ace, and I all made a questionable face at that, Jamil’s eyebrow raised, unanimously we decided it was for the best to drop the matter entirely and block it from our memories. And more importantly not to accept beauty or health products from Azul. 

Jamil smirked, “the prefect only started cheering after I entered the court.”

Ace groaned, “huffing copium much? Thorn was just trying to be nice.” 

Floyd rolled his eyes, “yeah right guppies. Shrimp likes me the best, duh!” 

“JAMIL!” A bright voice broke the rising tension. 

Kalim was happily running over to our group. 

“Hiya guys!” He cheerfully greeted. 

“Why are you here?” Jamil asked, somewhat annoyed, crossing his arms.

Kalim airily chuckled as he turned his attention to me. “Jamil’s pretty good at basketball, right? Like he’s the coolest best ever, right?” He winked as he nudged Jamil. 

I blinked. “Uh, yeah, Jamil’s good at basketball.” 

Jamil’s flush was rapidly returning. “Kalim, why are you here?” Jamil made an attempt to push Kalim out of the gym. 

“I’m just here to give my friend support after asking the prefect ou–” 

Jamil tackled Kalim before we could blink. 

“Oof!”

“There was an attempt on your life! We better go.” Jamil expertly crafted over top of Kalim.

“There was? Thanks Jamil!’ Kalim beamed, limping as he was escorted out of the gym.

Ace scratched his head, watching the pair exit the room. “What was that about? Huh?!” 

Thorn and Floyd were long gone, Thorn also escorted out of the gym, but in tweel fashion. Ace was left alone and confused. 

[freightertonowhere]

ok I know the common thing said about kendrick lamar (especially on this site) is that he's a generational hater. sure that’s true, but his legacy should be way more than that. kendrick lamar is the greatest storyteller and possibly the greatest Artist of our generation.

yeah yeah that's a big statement. but no one in pop culture is doing it like him. it's not even close. people often say that he's the only rapper to win a Pulitzer, but really he's the only artist in ANY non-classical genre to win it. and it's so deserved!

his discography feels like an ongoing novel with a consistent core theme: navigating the duality of human nature while searching for salvation (which assumes different meanings and forms across each album). and in this novelistic discography, kendrick has the classic character flaw of pride. at best, this trait allows him to pursue ambitious creative endeavors, and at worst, it fuels a self-destructive savior complex. the dualities he navigates range from overt good/evil war/peace dichotomies to subtextual competing motivations

along the way, he addresses complex topics of institutional racism, survivors guilt, generational trauma, self esteem, and much more- all while making bangers and talking his shit. he strikes a complicated balance of addressing these issues without seeming too preachy because he filters the sociopolitical thought the personal. any commentary is delicately woven into his character and his search for salvation. you get the sense that he's absorbing the world around him with eyes wide open, even if you don't fully agree with his conclusions or how he conveys what he sees

and gnx represents an interesting point in the novel of his discography where he DID finally find salvation- in himself and his pen- and unflinchingly declared 'I deserve it all.' from a narrative perspective, I wonder if the core theme will shift moving forward as his salvation brings him dangerously close to his self-described weaknesses, or if the lessons he’s learned along the way will lead him elsewhere

other point's I can't figure out how to integrate into this essay:

we often view vulnerability in songwriting as telling a really personal and often difficult story, which kendrick does but then takes a step further. he's not afraid to show the worst parts of himself or use his own hypocrisy as a muse. it's really hard to apply modern social media-driven morality tests to him bc he'll often get to the point first

his fans try to decode his his art like he’s the zodiac killer, but the reason they feel like there’s more than meets the eye is because there is. he DOES use layers of subtle storytelling and imagery to convey an idea

people can and do interpret his work in many ways and still be correct because great art is subjective and we process it individually. that’s why scholars can analyze a great novel or composition for a century

he’s very very good at rapping. like that halftime performance was not normal

tldr: if you're just finding out about kendrick through the beef then please go check out his music! you're in for some great generational art!

[high-voltage-rat]

I'm late to the RvB OC week party, because of a project for my design course but. I'm just going to post everything late! So:

Day One: Introduction

I have a lot of OCs, 13 to be specific. They're the members of the Project Freelancer Canadian Division (aka CanDiv), a program advertised as an opportunity to allow uniquely talented neurodivergent people to contribute to the war effort against the Covenant. However, the true purpose of this program was to study the impact of AI on a variety of neurodivergences in a more in-depth manner, as well as the impacts of these conditions on performance as an agent and on their capabilities as a team. CanDiv agents were kept separate from the American Division, with the AmDiv agents even being fed rumours of "insanity, instability, and violence" to ensure they avoided CanDiv agents.

My main focus has always been on Agent Alberta and Agent Nova Scotia, who were the first recruits to the program.

Agent Alberta (she/they), aka Ali, is Alison Henley, a recon specialist with ADHD-CT, the impulsive nature of which means she rarely hesitates in battle and is quick to improvise solutions to problems on the fly. They favour a DMR or a sniper rifle, and their armour is equipped with a hologram projection module.

Agent Nova Scotia (she/her), aka Nova, is Kris Henley, a stealth specialist with PTSD, which provides the hypervigiliance that ensures she's constantly aware of her surroundings and planning for anything and everything to go wrong. She favours dual SMGs or a battle rifle, and her armour is equipped with a speed enhancement module.

Picrew source: x

Originally, these two were not even part of the military- however, they were civilian researchers at a U.N.S.C. research university on the planet of Camber. Cousins Alison and Kris Henley were studying biomedical engineering and xenobotany, respectively- Ali involved in research of neural interfaces, and Kris involved in biosynthetic materials development. They attracted the attention of Project Freelancer after the glassing of Camber, the story of which can be read at the following link:

After their recruitment, Alberta and Nova Scotia spent some time in training with some of the lower-ranked, late recruitment members of the AmDiv. However, the majority of their time was actually spent doing research for the project- developing the specialized neural interfaces and materials that would be used in the adaptation of MJOLNIR armour for non-augmented bodies. They ended up becoming very involved in the testing of these suits of armour, and ended up with a lot of expertise in using and modifying the systems. After the successful launch of this project, codenamed Ukonvasara, the rest of the CanDiv was recruited, and they were sequestered completely from the AmDiv.

After a great deal time spent serving in the Project as full-fledged agents, the CanDiv's AI implantations began. Unlike the AmDiv, however, the CanDiv implantations were done in short but gradually increasing stints, using the AI Eta and Iota. These fragments proved to be extremely hard on many of the agents, who were nevertheless forced to take them on for longer and longer stints. When the agents protested, they were shut down and subjected to less and less support on missions. Eventually, one of the Canadian agents discovered that Ali and Nova were slated to be implanted permanently, and the team agreed more serious action needed to be taken in protest. They staged an attack, wherein Ali and Nova pretended to be loyal to the project, and instead faked the deaths of the two agents by placing tracking hardware spoofing their armour's signal into a pelican, ejecting it from the ship, and causing it to self-destruct. Then in the chaos of the team fighting the rest of the project's security forces, and some members of AmDiv, Ali and Kris slipped themselves into the rank and file of some Sim Troopers who happened to be on board, and escaped.

[dbcjr3]

Do you ever get the feeling that being a Christian is so “old school”, out of date, maybe even not relevant anymore? Studies show that the majority of Americans who identify as Christians is dwindling year by year, and that’s not even breaking it down to categories like “born again“ or devout.

The trends show that we will soon be a minority. But it’s not the first time. Indeed, the early century Christians, until the Roman Emperor Constantine, were always in the minority and were persecuted severely. Many were put to horrible deaths.

But guess what? Jesus never said we would be a majority. In fact, He said something very different we see in:

Matthew 7:13-14 ESV

13 “Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many. 14 For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few.

If you are encountering persecution because of your Christian lifestyle, it just might be symptomatic of being a real Christian, of really being Christlike.

In fact, we should expect no less. Let’s see what it says in James 1:2-26 ESV

“Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.”

Our trials are not sent from God but Romans 8:28 tells us God uses them for our good. So James encourages us to “count it all joy“.

He further encourages us to let the trials produce “steadfastness“ to our faith. You don’t know whether you have faith until it’s been tested, until your knees are knocking, your flesh is screaming, but your faith carries you through anyway.

With all that going on in your soul you sit with the Lord until you pray through to the place of peace as Paul says in Philippians 4:7, “ the peace that passes all understanding” that’s not dependent upon your circumstances.

Your knees may still be knocking, and your flesh screaming, but deep inside, in your spirit, you know! That my friends is true faith, the kind that “Jesus is the author and the finisher” of (Hebrews 12:2). It cannot otherwise be explained, and it’s not a work of your flesh, your mind, or even your Bible study. It’s a product of having sat in the presence of the Almighty God!

Our Bible study helps by getting His Word in us but we MUST have Him speak it to us. It must come alive in our spirit by the ignition of His Spirit, not anything we can take credit for. We get that by getting into His presence.

Do you need strength to hold up in the face of the world around you that is “progressively” becoming more and more non-Christian? sit in the presence of your Almighty God!

https://youtu.be/UnJxnVVx6Vc?si=Qn-kmkRK7s-X5Lb-

[devout-of-the-elder-scrolls]

Bumori Cail Quick Start Guide

Note: This is an unrecorded/non-canon Prince I worship. You're not gonna find them in canon.

A guide for beginning with Bumori Cail, intended to help you begin your practice. I highly suggest asking the Prince in question or Hermaeus Mora for more information before beginning a relationship proper.

Keep in mind this whole post is UPG, based on my personal experiences with this entity. It may directly contrast the experiences of others. I am no authority on these Princes, so while I am open to questions, I shouldn't have my voice put above others and especially not the Prince in question.

* Banners are by saradika-graphics.

BUMORI CAIL

( boo-more-ee cail ) (cail is like pail, but with a cuh sound) aka. Bumorz ◦ Cail prns. it / ze ( ze / zym / zeyr / zeyrs / zymself ) domain. Cullslaire date. December 23rd

Bumori Cail is the Daedric Prince of Death, Rebirth, and Magick. It rules over magicians and the dead, being a haven for both. It also claims ownership of the stars to a degree, mostly of the constellations in the sky.

Bumorz has a rough and tough personality, being quite calloused. It would not describe Itself as caring or soft, and acts like a tough-love, but still genuine love, teacher. Ze will not abuse followers, or generally treat them with cruelty, as It means well for followers, but It can be quite harsh. 

Working alongside Cail is a sometimes harsh affair, with many tests and tribulations for followers to test their strength and capabilities. It guides well, being clear and concise, with a good understanding of Zeyr followers and what they need and are capable of, and never oversteps these.

Bumori Cail is a difficult Prince to begin the Daedric Path with, due to a very rough and calloused personality. It can be hard to get to know and begin worship of, and the tests and tribulations can be hard to adjust to out of nowhere if you’re not already used to the Daedric Path.

🜚 terms of respect . . .

Term – Prince • neutral or otherwise non-gendered terms Prefix – Liege • Great • Powerful • Strong Titles – The Prince of Death and Rebirth • The Magical Prince • The Great Magician • Monarch of Autumn • The Travelling Prince • The War-Forged Epithet – of Magic • of Souls • the Powerful

🜲 rulerships . . .

death • rebirth • magic • constellations • art • power • enchanting • alchemy • astral journeys • gemstones • precious metals • weapons • warfare • the dead • autumn

. . . HELPS WITH . . .

casting spells • being reborn

🝰 commandments . . . This part especially is bound to be different from person to person.

Embrace your end, and then be reborn.

Understand the power of magic, and use it well. You don’t have to do magic all the time, but you should acknowledge its power and what it can do for you at the least.

Face trials with a strong face.

Be strong, be powerful, and be destructible. As in, don’t aim to be completely undefeatable. It’s okay to be defeated, it’s okay to get hurt. But be as strong as you can be while acknowledging you can’t be indestructible.

Be ready to fight when necessary.

When on astral journeys, respect where you are.

⛯ main tarot cards & other signs and associations . . .

Tarot Cards — 

I the Magician • XIII Death • XVI the Tower

V of Cups

III of Swords • V of Swords • VI of Swords • VII of Swords • X of Swords

V of Pentacles

V of Wands • VII of Wands • X of Wands

Other Signs & Associations — 

soul gems • constellations, esp those of warriors

vulture • asphodel • rotting flowers • fungus • mold

❂ devotional acts . . .

create art

become powerful

embrace your pain as a crucial part of life

enchant your jewelry or other items

use a wand or athame in spells

perform alchemy

sleep with gemstones under your pillow

talk to and honor the dead

perform ancestor work

talk to spirits in cemeteries (don’t disturb them rudely!)

visit graveyards

get a grave cleaning license 

invite It to magic you cast

honor Zym on the autumn equinox

sit under the warrior constellations

grow asphodel

keep freshly cut flowers and permit them to wilt and die

use beans in your magic

invite It to divination and other forms of -mancy

meditate

go on astral journeys

develop emotional strength

develop spiritual strength

donate to vulture conservation

embrace the autumn season

make a graveyard-in-a-box (a way to get graveyard dirt and honor the dead from your own home)

talk to wandering spirits

visit haunted places (safely) and talk to the dead

help the dead move on or find peace

. . . offerings ❦

↘ natural ; 

clear or purple gemstones

flowers in general, real only. they have to be allowed to wilt and die. don't need to be fancy, a dandelion counts too

fungus

alder

asphodel

yew

↘ foodstuff ; 

red meat

beans of all sorts

ginger

salt

apple

↘ items ; 

wands and athames

star shapes

art pieces, esp ones you make yourself

fake gravestones

fungi figures

art of the constellations, be it the stars themselves or things drawn around the stars to show what the constellation is

↘ music ; 

breakcore

noise

melodic stuff

↘ etc ; 

black and orange candles

autumnal colors

charged gemstones

soul gems, gems that are used to contain a soul, either literally or metaphorically

🜾 altar building . . .

This is all suggestions. Please build it however you can, if a physical altar is even possible.

As always, you can use offering items to build an altar.

nearby where you honor the dead

black candles

a gravestone themed altar cloth

autumnal colors or decorations

fake gravestones

🝊 identity . . .

Bumori Cail has a rough personality, deeply calloused. Ze is harsh and tough. It is just generally more aligned to be serious, more rough and tough. 

However, Cail never really directs this towards followers very much. It's still very obvious, but followers are safe and won't be harmed or hurt by Cail, not on purpose anyways.

Ze typically presents Itself as a tall AMAB individual, with long, flowing black hair that reaches the small of the back. Ze has bright golden eyes. Ze presents as clean-shaven.

It is usually seen dressed formally and cleanly, well groomed and neat. Sometimes, the scent of cologne follows Zym.

Cail has a deep, rough voice. It speaks cleanly and clearly, putting thought behind every single word. There is a monotonous twang in it, though it isn't completely monotonous.

☉ domain . . .

Cullslaire (culls-lair) is Bumori Cail's domain and realm, where Ze lives and thrives.

It's a mostly wasteland, with Lymix City being a giant oasis full of fauna and flora. The city is quite large, providing everything that any visitor or resident would require.

⛮ working with . . .

Bumori Cail is a difficult thing, because of all the trials and tests that Ze puts followers through. However, It can be a freeing Prince, who understands Zeyr followers very well and their limitations and needs. It makes followers strong and powerful.

Benefits are that Ze helps a lot with magic and casting, being present during the spells that followers are performing.

Slighting Cail is not an easy thing to do, but Ze is vicious and harsh when enraged or deeply slighted. 

It can be mended with a proper apology and offering.

⚜ holidays & festivals . . .

Bumori's summoning day is December 23rd.

♡ prayers . . .

⛤ 01 . . . Bumori Cail, Prince of Death and Rebirth,  Great Magician, War-Forged, I worship You, I revere You.  You who protects me, You who aids in my spells, You who fights for me. I revere You, I worship You.

⛤ 02 . . . O Liege Bumori Cail,  I call upon Your spirit now,  to join me here and present, for I require of Your presence.

⛤ 03 . . . Bumori Cail, Travelling Prince! I leave this humble offering upon You, and I hope and pray You accept it well.

⛤ 04 . . . O Bumori Cail, great Cail,  I honor You and revere You! Blessed be, You, great traveler of the spirit realms,  great magician and magickal Prince.

⛤ 05 . . . Cail, Monarch of Autumn, I honor You this season.

⚿ evoking, invoking, summoning . . .

EVOKATION &&° 

wear autumnal colors

— ☆ — 

Things in [] are for making it a summoning. This is just a suggestion, you can do it any way you like.

WHY AND WHEN &&° 

when you're about to do a spell

when you feel in danger from a cruel spirit

when you’re about to visit a cemetery

INGREDIENTS AND OTHER TOOLS &&° 

black and/or orange candle(s)

autumn leaves, fake count

clear or purplish gems

flowers

Bumori's name written in Daedric Script

IDEALS &&° 

Time – nighttime

Location – near where you honor your ancestors, or conversely, where you sleep

STEPS &&° 

[Carve the word Cail into the candle, this can replace any other written form of Its name.]

Set down your candle(s), autumn leaves, and gems.

Light your candle(s), and recite: Bumori Cail, great Daedric Prince of Death and Rebirth, I call upon You and Your spirit now, to join me here and present.

Do your business.

Blow out your candles.

NOTES &&° 

Like all others, Cail might come to just Zeyr name being called.

𝌁 other vettable information . . .

When meditating on Its presence and name, Cail brings:

visions of: rotting flowers • vultures • mold

smells of: asphodel

sounds of: vulture calls

feelings of: someone looming over your shoulder

❡ notes . . .

As an aside, Bumori Cail seems especially drawn to living humans who believe they have died and/or been reborn in any way, including metaphorically.

Unlike Azura who is associated with astrology and the Zodiacs, Bumori Cail is simply associated with the constellations and art among the stars.��

Cail quite likes Samhain and the Samhain season.

[hopefullyfuelingfandoms]

Undertale fanfics ideas & AUs

After a genocide run, everyone is back except Sans. No one remember Sans beside some weird memories here and there. (Sans can either be invisible to everyone, the riverperson or just not there)

What if Sans soul is always growing, making his bones fragiles and in pain. (I had made an AU variant of that idea before, if you want to check it out, it’s over at @growthtale )

[Underfaune, Underflore or Undersystem?] An AU where the monsters intentionally locked themselves up under the mountain so they could ensure the safety of the ecosystem. So they basically have every single species of plants, animals & insects under there with them, making sure they don’t go extinct. So yes, the underground is much bigger than ever, but any humans who fall can only access the places we see in game (those places are kind of like a testing ground to see we’re the humans are at). So basically the monsters locked themselves in and only the King with his council (wich is basically the monsters Frisk meet) can decide if they get the Barrier down. The monsters having seen how badly the humans treat the planet, would be quite hard to convince in this one. Any humans who fall in the underground have to pass the test, if they fail, they simply get kicked out with amnesia. If they succeed, they get to keep their memories and are encouraged to help influence other humans to change their destructive ways. If they start killing… well they get killed.

Kind of a reverse from number 2? Sans soul is so fragile that it has to be contained in a jar filled with healing magic. (Could become an AU where every monster has a part of themselves who get more and more fragile)

Why would humans support what a kid say? Humans hate what they don’t understand, what’s different, they are scared of what’s could be as intelligent as them. So of course, monsters get chased down, monsters get enslaves, there’s fighting rings, black markets stuff and so much more. But there’s still hope, there’s still organisms supporting monsters, humans fighting for monsters right.

(Genocide route) What if sans took the monsters souls of each monster you killed and put them inside himself to save them all? (He wouldn’t meet frisk/chara for a fight) Later on, when he’s sure it’s safe, he could work on making them a body again.

Sans know everyone, we see him almost everywhere = must be an astral/spiritual guide.

Bunkertale (I only wrote that, I honestly do not know where my head was at… at least I’m almost done with the ideas written years ago…)

Overworking!Sans, the underground keep being expanded by miners, making bigger cities and multiple evacuations routes, seeing the limits of the barrier…

Everyone beside Frisk are flowers. Non-sentient looking flowers.

Certains monsters lived in the wild before the humans attacked. Thus giving them no choice to ally with the King Asgore and his people.

Kind of like number 7 (wich btw looking my old ideas and how they are written make me laugh XD). Sans is everywhere in the Underground = He must be the Underground. (You know, like as if the underground was sentient.)

Underfell? Gaster collected the boss monsters and humans souls (obviously, from the deceased) and a dead human body (for its bones) on the battlefield before they got sent Underground. In the lab he fused the souls together to make a weapon: Sans.

Gaster made Sans body first, thus he has no soul. Then he made papyrus soul first thus his body made itself.

There’s more than only monsters under Mont Ebott. There’s monsters under Mont Shasta, in the Bermuda Triangle, under the sea; in the Atlantic city, in Zone 51, in the areas of the North Pole and the Antarctic no humans allowed… and so many other places!

[sanct-dream-reality]

 The Hunters

    Hunters are individuals who are sent by SANCT to fight against The miasma spawn wherever they should appear. They are trained at a young age to use their supernatural abilities by the facility to both control their abilities as well as to combat against the Miasma, giving them a massive advantage over standard law enforcement when Spawn appear.

    These hunters were individuals taken during infancy or early childhood, identified for possessing abilities that manifested in batches across the globe almost simultaneously. After being taken in, they undergo extensive training and are subsequently assigned Categories. The Category system, used by SANCT, ranks hunters from 1 to 4 based on the strength and versatility of their abilities. Each hunter's abilities are assessed through a comprehensive exam, consisting of a written component and a practical evaluation, the latter being more critical. During the practical exam, the individual undergoes eight fitness tests designed to appraise their supernatural capabilities.

Once appraised, a Hunter is given their Category and the perks allowed to them when presented with that designation. 

Categories

   Category 1 - These Hunters seem to hold no supernatural ability of their own but do possess enhanced physical abilities such as super strength, speed, stamina, agility, and constitution. They are given SANCT weapons that reflect this and usually hold no individuality, i.e. a simple sword or gun. These weapons do, however, hold a large amount of ‘Sword Material' used in their construction. Category 1 Hunters have it hard and are just as rare as Category 4s as they are often disallowed more dangerous hunts, thus reducing the frequency of jobs, and consequently, payment. This, in combination with their lack of abilities and higher Sword-material count, tends to put them at odds with other hunters in the facilities. They often also need to endure more intensive training to compensate for their lack of abilities among their peers.    (Examples include: Creepen)

   Category 2 - These Hunter’s supernatural abilities often prove too negligible for combat or hold some non-combative significance. Because of this, they are often designated with complimentary or supportive roles. It is here that Hunters begin to be given weapons more suited for their skill sets, though not nearly as uniquely tailored as higher category hunters. This is based on their performance during their physical exams and the type of training they were assigned to. Category 2 hunters are the most common of any individual batch of new kids brought to a SANCT facility.    (Examples include: Val, Kiera)

    Category 3 - These Hunters are a perfect baseline of what a Hunter in SANCT should look like: perfectly balanced in physical and mental prowess, as well as supernatural abilities. Category 3s, while not as unbelievably powerful as a Category 4, possess significant abilities and are given SANCT weapons that better aid those abilities. Hunters in this category often find the most success with their hunt and the most work of the three other Categories, because of this they are often much wealthier than your average hunter. This even speaking for category 4s.  (Examples include: Atlas, Zato, Silver Spade)

    Category 4 - These Hunters have displayed unparalleled supernatural abilities and feats of strength equivalent to that of weapons of masse destruction. Their abilities are highly effective in and out of combat and can, without the aid of a SANCT weapon, debilitate any Category 3 and lower monster. Category 4s are few and far between, but those who are designated this Category are often bastions of their facility, and when presented with a SANCT weapon, said weapon is specialized and carefully crafted to make the most of that hunter's abilities, often times even amplifying them. These weapons are completely one of a kind and utterly irreplaceable. The importance of Category-4 hunters can't be overstated for their home facilities, and because of this most want for nothing as they are usually given most of what they could ever desire by their facility.    (Examples include: Milky)

[janeelyakiri]

Someone needs to stop my brain-

Meet Chimera~

More under cut (Warnings- Body Horror, Drug Use)

Chimera is the result of a botched Lust AU, the monsters after mere weeks started to melt and mix, and eventually they all became one Amalgamate- Chimera. He was determined to get everyone together, the only way to feel whole.

He used Frisk as a way to coax out Flowey and absorb him, finalizing the end of his AU by taking Frisk's soul.

With testing, he finds he can make a drug with his magic and Determination- Euphoria. It sends monsters into such a state of joy they go catatonic, allowing him to eat non-lust monsters.

A poor AU hopper learned this the hard way, and the monster's knowledge allowed for Chimera to escape his empty AU.

Notes:

-Chimera can only absorb monsters injected with his drug

-To make Euphoria he has to use his magic and DT or Determination. DT gives him 5 doses, a Red Soul gives him 10. To restock his magic he must consume monsters.

-Other soul types are safe from his grasp, though he will flirt.

-He uses any tactic he can to lower someone's defenses.

-As an amalgamate, he can't die or be harmed by magic or physical attacks. But he plays on the same rules as The Thing- extreme fire can destroy him, extreme cold can contain him.

-Like The Thing, if a speck of him escapes destruction it can regrow him.

-He can change into other monsters he's absorbed. He retains their memories and mannerisms.

-There's so many voices and so many screams-

-Deity Level Monsters are safe from him, he avoids them and avoids causing too much trouble in singular aus so he doesn't summon them.

-His song is 100000% Toxic Love and his voice is Tim Curry

[dcashew45]

[old-school-butch]

I’m confused as to why so many people on Tumblr (and elsewhere) see this as situation where you have to pick a side. It’s possible to think that two groups are both doing bad things to innocent people, to varying degrees at various times. The people losing in this conflict are the civilians of *both* countries who are at the whims of their governments and bear the brunt of the poor (and sometimes horrific) decisions made by those governments. This “Good Guys” versus “Bad Guys” mentality is not sufficient for a conflict as long and complicated as this one and, again, the people who will suffer from that mentality are the civilians they claim to be standing up for.

Maybe the reason I like history is that if you follow a story for long enough it gets very hard to define anything that happens as 100% good or bad. The reasons for a war, how a war is fought and how a peace is made can all be - independently - better or worse.

This war is being fought because Hamas took hostages. A lot of hostages. Too many to ignore. And that was a strategically good for them because it gave Israel no options, just dilemmas. But for everyone chanting for a ceasefire, they need to remember that this war didn't need to start, and could be stopped, at any moment by returning those hostages. All this terrible, pointless death is on Hamas' hands. Israel's best hope at this point is to truly root out Hamas, but even then finding peace will be a difficult task.

But that's the proximate cause for the war. There are also bigger wars being fought.

Islamists form the majority of the world's extremists right now. I can name a dozen major Islamist movements happening, and this war unlocked a huge victory in their PR strategy that works better on the Western audience than live beheadings. As long as you make white people feel bad about colonialism, and say the rights words like 'liberate' and 'decolonize', you will be able to manipulate millions of useful idiots to make apologizes on your behalf and support your naked grab for power. Hamas invaded Israel 3 times in the last 8 years, but only now got the attention it craves to stay relevant in the 21st century. I hope everyone really enjoys watching mass murder, suicide bombings and terrorist tactics, because there's plenty more where that comes from and now they know the right words to say to appease you while they do it. Prepare to be amazed just how many ground invasions, property seizures and destruction, kidnappings, mass murders and violent suppressionare actshually acts of liberation resistance that empower freedom-loving indigenous people to resist neocolonial oppression - even if not a shred of that is believable. I'm serious. This is one of those times when peace ceasefire movements are actually creating the perfect conditions for everlasting war.

This is also a non-nuclear nuclear war. The U.S. doesn't normally announce where they have sent its nuclear submarines but it notified the world that it sent 4 of them to the Red Sea in November. It's part of deterrence to have these beasts in undisclosed locations and able to quickly response to any attacks. Move them close and the response in even quicker - a clear message. Eliminating the advantage of a surprise attack really is important in holding off nuclear war because of mutually assured destruction (MAD). One problem with MAD is that it assumes that the attacking party don't want to die which... if you watch even a little jihadist propaganda you might get worried about how the death cult vibes undercut that deterrence. Now... as unmanned rockets get better and smarter and faster without those pesky human pilots, it's raising concerns about whether countries like Iran can develop its nuclear capability. Even if they can build a warhead, delivering it to its destination has always been a limiting factor, this is why the US dropped them from planes in WW2. In this war, Iran is (getting the Houthis as their proxy) testing out their latest weapon developments. The Houthis/Iran tried to attack Israel with a ballistic missile (it didn't have a nuclear warhead but is the kind of missile that could be equipped with one), which prompted Israel to test drive their brand new and unproven missile defence system called Arrow. It shot the Iranian missile out of the sky. This is huge. I can't stress this enough - technically speaking, humanity's first space battle has just been fought and Israel won. This is what Reagan's 'Star Wars' program was all about - essentially stopping a bullet by shooting it with another bullet. Because this favors defence (if your surprise attack might not penetrate the defenses but you still find yourself on the receiving end of a nuclear counter attack - you are less likely to want to strike) much more thoroughly than mere mutually assured destruction. It means an attacker will face the risk of being turned into carbon while their enemy yet survives - not easy for even the most dedicated fanatic to swallow.

On top of that, Israel has also developed a laser beam - as yet untested in this conflict - that could potentially address the ammunition supply and reloading problems that plague air defense systems. To overwhelm Israel's Iron Dome on Oct 7, Hamas fired 3,000 rockets in about 20 minutes. There are simply limitations to how quickly a defence system can target, fire and reload a physical rocket, plus they are disproportionately expensive compared to the homemade rockets that Hamas fires (that didn't cost anything except redirecting international aid that was supposed to be for water pipes and fertilizer, because civilians dying of thirst and hunger doesn't appear to be an issue for Hamas). A laser beam will speed everything up immensely. You see, when the Soviet Union fractured and collapsed, about a million Jews fled to Israel and since Jews are very experienced with the fleeing-the-country routine, they brought with them the greatest of riches - knowledge. Those Jewish scientists and engineers brought the electronic warfare and rocket development capabilities of the Soviets into the development pipeline of western military doctrine. This is a good, good thing not just for the West but for everyone. The war in Ukraine was demonstrating that lifting the fog of war was absolutely deadly - good communication platforms like drones means that targets well behind the front line are in view and within reach of missile and drone attacks. The only way, it seemed, to win a war was a surprise attack because once the defence was mobilized, any ground assault would be pinned down to a stalemate on the battlefield. Effective air defence turns the tables on the effectiveness of that first strike advantage. The odds of human survival have possibly extended beyond my lifetime again, and I'm grateful for that.

This is also a global local war. We've seen interest in the Russia-Ukraine war ebb away as a younger, hotter war emerges. But what about a war between Venezuela and Guayana? If the US gets involved in one, two, is that three different conflicts... can it cope with that? How are Taiwan's defenses going to hold with 1/3 or 1/4 of American military support? Israel doesn't need help of the U.S. to win this conventional war, although the U.S. could potentially help create a winnable peace to follow this, but Iran and its allies would love to drag the U.S. more directly into the conflict. So far, it's resisted.

But I don't know how this conflict evolves, that part of the story is not yet written. I pray for more good, and less bad, to come and hope peace can be found in time.

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🟢🔵🔴💛💚🌼✨🔫🛸

For the BT ask game

( @is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not )

🟢 To what faction do you belong? - Grew up Capellan, but after a weird series of... I'm going to call them "misadventures", formed a merc outfit with Jordan and Shandra.

🔵 What factions (that you do not belong to) do you respect? Why? - Well, the Canopians are doing pretty well out there. Best health care in the 'Sphere, an economy that manages to not get outcompeted by the FWL next door, religeous freedom refuse planets, and the tourism sure is nice to visit.

🔴 What factions (that you do not belong to) do you disrespect? Why? - Pretty much all the great houses. Steiner couldn't outmaneuver a fortress if it wasn't stationary, Kurita has the whole "Death to Mercenaries" thing going on, Davion are high off their own sense of self-righteousness, Liao has earned that reputation for backstabbing treachery, and Marik are constantly waging civil wars over who gets to be in charge. At least with Marik the pay is good.

💛 What do you currently pilot? - I mainly use a Crab CRB-27sl I... kept... from my last "employer" before I met Jordan and Shandra. Had to replace the medium pulse laser with a standard model and a couple of small fuel cells for when Shandra has me doing void ops. - There's also the King Crab that Shandra says she pulled some strings for me to use. I replaced the AC20s with AC10s and used the weight savings on a third ton of autocannon ammo, another heat sink, and two tons of armor. Would love to get it converted to a KGC-010 setup, but those went extinct before the First Succession War, or therabouts.

💚 What do techs usually complain about with your piloting? - Seeing as I'm also the head mechtech for the outfit, THE thing I hate most is how often I have to fix the engine on the 27sl. Those parts are not cheap or easy to come by. Yet, I swear, EVERY TIME we think we've finished the mission, I get shot by some pop-up turret in the back and suffer for it. I know I'm cursed, but the regularity of it is frustrating.

🌼 For Inner Sphere characters, what do you think of the Clans, in whole or in part? - Oh how I would love to be able to really get my hands on their tech and go over it. The warriors themselves, bunch of dicks. Like Davions x100 mixed with Kurita's weird honor-that's-not-actually-honorable thing. Silver lining at least is that the keep underestimating us.

✨ For Inner Sphere characters, are you a noble or a commoner? - That's a hard one to answer. Was a noble, then got shipped off to... my previous "employer" when I passed my citizen ship test but not in the way my parents wanted. Which I technically think would mark me as a servitor. But now as a planet-hopping mercenary, I don't count as a citizen of any nation. I think.

🔫 If you can fight in non-vehicular combat, what weapons do you favor? - I've got basic firearms training, so any combat rifle I'll take and use if needed. Those clanners I mentioned earlier, they never expect the knives I always keep on me. Oh, don't give me that look. It may be a stereotype, but it's a habit that's gotten me out of more than a double handful of situations.

🛸 Is there a "canon rumor" theory (e.g. hyperspace weirdness, aliens, Phantom 'Mech Ability, time travel, alternate universes, the Lost Cameron) that you believe in? Or perhaps have experienced? - I can tell you I am cursed by some avatar of destruction, I swear. On the one hand, it's always easy for me to knock out enemy mechs from behind by melting into their reactors. On the other hand, well, I already complained about the repairs I have to do SO OFTEN. - Also time travel. Look, if you don't believe me, you can cross-check out MRB records. It was late 3025, we were doing an emergency jump out of Canopian space, since we were getting blasted by enemy ASF, and when we finished our jump we found ourselves in Rasalhauge in 3050. I still can't believe we missed an entire new nation getting formed. Oh, you know, and being dropped right into the front lines of the Wolf invasion corridor with Succession War mechs and Jordan's lostech collection was not the best time.

[aliteral-ghost]

This is the piece I did for @thewildsalem for @mcyt-halloween! I hope you enjoy it!

It's Zedaph-centric and not terribly spooky although I did try my best. I was really inspired by the amount of skulk used to build Decked Out, the idea that it feeds on deaths, and the fact that there have been a lot of deaths in the dungeon already. Happy halloween!

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It starts as an average Decked Out run, after a long day of trying to die. It’s been on and off all day, especially since every Hermit and their mother has been running non-stop, which is hard on the system, but there had been five runs before Zedaph’s, so he figures it’ll work alright.

He makes it to level 2 just fine, nearly getting clipped by three ravagers on the way down but making it past them by the skin of his teeth. Even the artifact collection goes easy enough, since it’s just an early compass spot in the mushroom hallway. It’s coming back that’s the problem. 

The stairs up are no longer just the typical dark gray of deepslate, instead speckled with veins of a dark teal. The skulk lining the walls has somehow managed to leak into the stone of the floor, infiltrating every pore and open space in the rock. Every step Zed takes sinks a little more into the floor, and on the final step up nearly caves in on itself, so much so that he has to crawl out of the small sinkhole that’s been created. 

As he does, a tendril of skulk catches on his hoof, nearly pulling him back down the stairs. Zedaph manages to shake it off and climbs to his feet again, not bothering to look at the destruction that’s been caused.

“Tango, whatever just happened was not my fault,” he says, knowing there’s a good chance his friend is able to hear. “Your dang dungeon is defective.”

Zed slides through the door to his left, not wanting to bother with the ravagers he left in the crypt, and comes to an abrupt halt when he sees the crevasse before him. It too is crawling with skulk tendrils, wrapping around a loose key that had somehow managed to slip down into the ravine and slithering up the sides. 

When it reaches the top, it spits the key off to the side and slowly continues to build up until it’s taller than Zedaph, teetering precariously above the edge. The ice at the top of the ravine begins to crumble, opening the pit more and more. He jumps over it before it can get any bigger and force him to go another way, scrambling into the passageway on the far side of the room, snatching the key as he goes. It won’t do him much good, really, but it’s a sense of security that’s really, really needed right now. 

The skulk turns to watch him, almost, and making a horrid moaning noise stretches towards him. Zed winces and, almost on instinct, throws the key directly at the mass. He’s not expecting it to connect, the opposite, really (Zed has never been good at the sporty stuff), but the key slides cleanly through the skulk, cutting it in half.  

He watches in a mixture of fascination and horror as the skulk pillar begins to right itself again. “Interesting,” Zedaph mutters, hovering in one place despite everything in his body saying to move.  “It almost seems alive.”

If he were home–if he had his equipment–he would be taking notes, but right now he’s terrified. Tango said that the skulk was safe to be around, he said it was stable, and Zedaph had said it needed more testing. It was less because of safety, of course, and more along the lines of Zed wanting to know how it works, but the point still stands. 

And it’s coming back to bite him in the butt now, as the towering figure of skulk begins to slowly crawl forward into the hallway Zed has just run through. Whatever mechanism that the skulk is using to move spreads it throughout the room, building tiny pillars in its wake.

There’s not much time, Zedaph realizes, as his heartbeat grows louder and louder in his ears, faster and faster. That’s the only sound he can hear, which is concerning, because there should have been at least one Stumble card played by now. He scrambles down a side corridor, hoping that maybe it’ll be out of the way enough to break line of sight. In his panic, Zed trips on a block of ice slightly raised up from the floor, and sprawls out on the ground, limbs splayed.

He hears the squelching from behind him and scrabbles to get up, hands and hooves slipping against the blue ice. It only serves to make him slip more, and he falls again, this time hitting his chin and splitting it open. The blood dripping down on the ice slowly congeals into tiny brownish ice spines, which is then swallowed by specks of skulk sneaking in from below. 

Zed finally scrambles to his feet then, wiping the blood off and sprinting through the passage on the far side of the room. He desperately tries to ignore the suspiciously ravager-shaped mound of skulk around the first corner, and then the reflection of it around the next. 

Until finally, finally, he sees the exit. It’s always a massive relief to see, but this time it feels like a wave washing over him. He’ll get out, get his embers, and be outside. And maybe he won’t play Decked Out for a few days after this. 

The pressure plates aren’t working. The pressure plates aren’t working and the door isn’t opening. “Drat,” Zed mutters. “Uh… Tango? You there?” 

He’s trying to keep the fear out of his voice as the mound of skulk continues to make its rather slow, anticlimactic crawl towards him. Even if this is something no one will see, it’s still a little embarrassing to think about. 

It crawls closer and closer, still making that moaning, screaming noise, the echoes from the ice only serving to amplify it. Zedaph pushes himself back, pressing more and more against the door, slamming his hands on the pressure plates, only to realize that the doors are made of skulk too. He’s surrounded. 

The skulk crawls over his shoulders, wrapping loops around his arms, as the mass gets closer and closer, sending tendrils up his legs. Zed braces for the inevitable engulfing, but it never comes. Instead the door finally opens up and he tumbles head-first down into the powdered snow at the bottom of the chute. The tower of skulk doesn’t come with him, seemingly having lost interest. 

There’s no one waiting to go in when Zed finally dies to nothing and makes his way out again. In fact, aside from the odd creak and groan of the building, it’s dead silent. He shivers, suddenly much colder than normal, and messages Tango that his game is broken. Tango responds with a series of particularly angry emojis, and then a singular smiley face. The last one was for you, he sends after.

Zed tries to go about his day like normal after that. He tries to forget, tries to ignore the phantom tendrils still crawling up and down his arms. Yeah, that’s enough Decked Out for the week. The month, even.

[stalkedbytrains]

Untouched Horizons Timeline 3/-

Growth Period

-1555

Last surviving member of the second generation dies

None left living have direct memories of wide spread technology or anything from the homeworld really

-1554

First new house is made, splitting the largest house into two smaller

The new house and qiin are put last in the circle for administrative duties

-1551

Several houses split and we are now at 25 houses

The small forests are at prime harvesting stages now, so wood is going to slowly become more common, paper replacing pressed reed paper

-1524

Centennial!

-1511

The last big house is forcibly split under almost unanimous rule, the house has gotten too big and refused to split

Now at 43 houses

The last house refuses to acknowledge the new house and extremely stupid about the whole thing

The new qiin and the old qiin do not like each other at all, several petitions were made and all of them revoked by citing ridiculous inter-House rules

-1510

The zones have been recontextualized and restructured

The seasons have also been extended to make up for the increase in houses

-1449

House splits result in an odd number of Houses (62 -1 for administration) so one of the newer houses volunteer for scouting and contact duty

Birth of the house of the Untouched Horizons

-1448

Horizons officially granted its commission by unanimous vote and also granted a city charter (which is unprecedented)

Also comes with lots of rules about dealing with first contact as written in the words of old and by the council

Zlilt Thrork is built

-1440

Wild fire breaks out in the SW side of the island

Little loss of life but huge destruction of plant life

Great house determined to not be negligent but are at fault

Arguments over what to do with the land erupt but the house successfully argues that it is their land they should be able to do with it as they see fit

-1389

Untouched Horizons officially introduces deer to the island, with approval of everyone involved and after extensive testing in very controlled habitats

Brought to be pack animals and the long process of domestication has begun (easily 1,000 years before they are fully domesticated and evolve/bred to serve their functions more perfectly)

-1388

Things have been growing steadily

Constant supply of paper thanks to forests and mills

Glass is primary trade good

Advanced house splits: 84 houses over 82 zones with 51 mi2 per zone

Each season is now roughly 6 years long

The council is growing more and more useless as the great houses have more and more power that they wield between themselves side stepping the council

The sense of community hasn’t broken apart yet because of the ingrained sense of peoplehood between clans and such but loyalty to house is starting to supersede that

The stratification of the work is starting to get worse as more and more the shrar are the only ones doing the manual labor of trending to the plants

The deer domestication is going well but some have escaped but it’s a problem since they have no natural predators

Horizon is talking about bringing in dogs

-1349

Deer are officially being used as pack animals but they haven’t been fully domesticated yet but their usefulness has overridden any objections

Antlers have given rise to bone tools 

Metalworking is hard to do as there isn’t a great source of metal

-1346

Dogs keep deer under more control than before

Domestication progressing pretty well overall

Deer as pack animals allow for more remote zones to be made more viable and less terrible therefore the fight to remain on “good” land is lessened for now

All zones are currently non permanent sites but great houses start to specialize for better or worse

-1334

University formed in capital for great house qiins

Lesser university formed for jdargandins

(none of the shrar)