#hey do you support the death penalty?

[roach-works]

you're disgusting.

i was going to be flippant about this until i saw you're seventeen, so im gonna be serious for a minute.

if you actually think i did all the stuff i've been accused of in the call-out posts that you reblogged, you're an idiot. you're a minor going after someone you think is some kind of invincible super predator with a whole mafia of supporters to bully my accusers into silence so you cone right up and do a little schoolyard taunt? that's ridiculous. get a hobby that doesn't involve direct interpersonal contact with monsters. you're not joan of arc. you're not speaking truth to power. you're lashing out in deeply stupid ways that are, at best, going to be really embarrassing to remember in ten years. and at worst will ruin your life.

and if you don't actually believe the call-out posts, which, hey, you shouldn't because they're bullshit, you're just one more asshole giving some random dude a hard time. like, i don't actually prey on anyone and i'm not actually a pedophile and exactly zero of my fanfictions actually conclude 'rape is great, go rape people'. my main crime is im very annoying, which unfortunately for tumblr users does not confer the death penalty.

so given all that, you're a jackass, and need a better hobby than being mad at whoever you're told.

merry shitscram, grow up and don't do this to anyone else.

[nthspecialll]

Bill was not taunting Arthur.

Bill was not taunting Arthur when it came to his sa, I stand quite firm about this and I sometimes get quite annoyed when people say that he did, other than his tone there is no proof of him taunting Arthur about sa. I will agree he is taunting Arthur, but I would say it is not for sa, but for homosexuality.

I am in the firm belief that Bill did not know Arthur was raped, but merely thought it was a consensual homosexual hookup between Arthur and Sonny, now why do I believe this?

Being homosexual in the 1800 was no walk in the park, it was highly isolating and frightening as it could end with jail time and the death penalty, meaning queer people struggled a lot with finding one another. There were places like Molly houses (in short: a gay bar), a bunch of different clothing codes and so on but it was all risky because it could get picked up on by homophobic people seeking to learn these codes to cause harm.

This meant that when queer people found one another they obviously talked because they finally found a safe space, that said it was not a safe space for rape at all, just like in hetero communities.

Now how does all of this revolve around Bill Williamson? He is gay, it is quite obvious and although the Van Der Linde gang are progressive they are not supportive of homosexuals in cannon, you can hear several taunting jokes thrown at Bill throughout both games. "Is he about to punch that guy or kiss him?" "He likes to do a lot to men on their knees."

Bill, although in a gang and a progressive one at it, was isolated, so I bet he was real happy when he met Sonny, when he finally found someone who was like himself and whom he could talk to. I am sure that Sonny was also happy and when they picked up on the fact that they both knew Arthur, Sonny most likely mentioned "knowing all about him," but in the "hey your friend is a homosexual too" way, not in the "hey I raped your friend" way.

Sonny probably knew about these two being in a gang and if he had read the newspapers he would probably be able to see a connection between the sudden spike in violence and these men appearing, he knows they are fucking dangerous and unless he has lived under a rock he most likely knew the Van Der Linde gang as it is pointed out in the games several times that they are well known to the point songs and novels exists about them.

We all know Bill is fucking loyal and he does respect Arthur, unlike what people tend to think, he brings him along on the Valentine bank robbery because he knows if shit goes down he can trust Arthur ("you are just coming along as insurance"). Sonny does not know about their connection, he does not know if they like one another or hate one another so saying he purposefully hurt Arthur would be one hell of a risky move, especially considering the strong brotherly bond that gangs in this time had.

On the other hand, saying "hey your friend who taunts you for being gay, he is gay too" would gain him points with Bill because it would give Bill something to taunt Arthur with.

Thinking about it logically, it would not be smart for Sonny to tell Bill it was rape also because it would risk pushing Bill away from Sonny.

Another really good post about it can be found here:

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

contracts, clauses, and causes for action

It seems to me that the ball is entirely in the gods court. Like the only way for Ludinus to become compelling is if the gods leapfrog over the divine gate, rendering their word null and void.

Then there's a cause for action because the mortals will realize "hey, we have no way of keeping you honest, there's no consequence that we can enact when you fail to fulfill your oath". Like a contract is only binding if there's way to enforce it - when you pinky promise to take your kid to disneyland, is that a valid contract or just performative? because if you break a pinky promise, the only consequence is your kid loses faith in you - is that penalty enough?

and the thing is: the divine gate is proof that yeah, the gods do believe that's penalty enough. the one thing that downfall managed to reinforce (which granted we already knew but deeper context only further supports) is that the gods are capable of acknowledging their harm (however unintentional) done to mortals. And not only are they able to acknowledge it, they are able to correct themselves.

and so far, thats holding true. they are demonstrating their discipline and willingness to follow through even if the mortals remain powerless and hold no leverage against them, they can keep themselves beholden to their word because they are in fact Good.

so literally, the only way Ludinus can be proven somewhat compelling is if the gods decide to hop the divine gate. then we'll have some proof that their word is not that ironclad but even then its not to the level of "all gods must die". Thats more on the level of "all gods need to come to the table and renegotiate this contract so theres clauses to allow you exceptions". because absolute contracts tend to force people's hands anyways.

and the only implication that a god hopping the divine gate gives is to reintroduce the idea that the gods are not beholden to mortals in any way and there is no way to keep a god honest - that mortals will have to rely on a god's inherent Goodness to keep themselves honest. but again - what the fuck have the Prime Deities done in this world that has ever pointed in that direction truly? (and no, dont attest the workings of their mortal followers when the gods have banned themselves from interference).

the gods would have to break the contract twice - once to stop predathos, and a second time for less dire purposes - in order to really showcase that they arent trustworthy. thats a Fucking Lot to mess up. and again they dont seem willing to even break the divine gate for Ludinus so what is even the problem here?

the problem, narratively speaking, is that the current world is built by fairly Good gods who really havent done anything of significance to showcase tyranny. none of them is on the level of Marika, from Elden Ring, whose personal history has led to death and discrimination of innocent children - which she actively campaigned for and did to her own children. (No slander on Marika btw)

Matt has not made any of the Prime Deities bad and sure, the Betrayers are bad and sure, maybe the mortals would prefer to have them entirely eliminated. but like mortals live under so many threats with less protections against than they currently do against the Betrayers. That deprioritizes them from the level of "eliminate at all costs". There's nothing dire or urgent that hasnt been manufactured by the Big Bad himself.

the gods are traumatized yes. theyre stuck in a toxic family situation yes. but none of that toxicity has affected their desire to protect mortals. and the only time a mortal became worthy of destruction by divine hand was when those mortals nearly unleashed oblivion? like come on man.

the gods are in their lane and the mortals are thriving and ludinus needs fucking therapy plus a better hobby.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Hey got a question why in the world was Dick Grayson a cop like wtf.

Also I kinda hate that the cops are actually given like credit, in the comics because other than Jim Gordon I don't think any of them aren't corrupt as fuck.

Also your telling me that most if not all of the bat siblings don't Oink Oink everytime Dick walks in a room bullshit.

I just feel like why did we make a vigilante a cop I thinks it's a catch 22 in a way.

Tell me if I'm wrong

Also, I know I'm a Jason Todd stan saying ACAB I get that, but I don't support the death penalty in real life. I feel like I have to say that but it's because in real life everything's too corrupt and fucked up to get an accurate admittence of guilt.

Yet in comics books you can stalk and find out for a hundred percent if someone is guilty which I do think a rapist should be murdered horribly because the crime has no redemption it will never have redemption.

And I know I'm gonna get hate for that because I already get a bunch of hate for even liking Jason Todd.

[stranger-rants]

Hey Billy Antis,

Regardless what you think and feel about Billy, what you say to and about survivors matters. In the past few weeks, you and your kind have argued that:

Abuse survivors like Billy deserve to be abused.

Abuse survivors like Billy don't deserve to be loved.

Abuse survivors like Billy who don't cope well don't deserve support.

Abuse survivors like Billy who are preyed on by adults deserve to be preyed on because they're "womanizers"

Abuse survivors like Billy who act out deserve institutional violence (e.g. incarceration or even the death penalty)

Abuse survivors like Billy cannot change or get better.

Abuse survivors like Billy who act out are comparable to serial killers, and/or abuse survivors are "psychopaths" / "sociopaths"

Abuse survivors like Billy dying through no fault of their own or committing suicide are taking "the easy way out" instead of making amends

Hundreds of you think the prospect of our deaths is funny and entertaining, and you don't understand nor care how triggering it is to celebrate Billy being abused and killed by his abusers.

Furthermore, for a crowd that claims to be anti racist, multiple people within your crowd think that BIPOC fans of Billy deserve racism, and multiple BIPOC fans of Billy have been called slurs, sent racist imagery, and told in explicit detail how Billy would hate crime them.

Collect. Your. Trash.

These opinions have real world consequences. It is not just about a fictional character. We are real people with real traumas and the things you are saying are wrong. They are evil. Hating a fictional character is not and never will be activism, and you are not a good person for sharing these opinions.

If you think to yourself, well, "I'm not like those antis, so this isn't my problem" - you are still participating in a fandom culture that normalizes this hateful and damaging behavior. Get a life. Do something more worthwhile. No one is saying you can't be critical of a fictional character, but letting hate consume you to the point of harming real people with your views is when you should have realized you should stop.

[mokaisathome]

Football AU

AO3

   Jamil likes football. There's something about keeping the ball under his spell, not allowing it to move if he doesn't want to even in front of other players that he appreciates. Dribbles, passes, shots… He thinks of himself as an all-rounder – not a jack of all trades master of none but a master of all. It's not arrogance because it's simply a fact, an indisputable one at that.

   Jamil likes football but not when he has to play with Kalim. His childhood friend is simply too much – too many useless movements, not enough logic in his plays, and worse than anything, subject to any of his whims. If Kalim feels like dribbling all the defenders, he'll do it instead of simply passing to a free teammate. To him, it's probably less selfishness and more amusement – treating every match like a game and having fun is his motto – but to Jamil, it's unbearable.

“Kalim.”

   Today too, he stands on the field after the match, looking down on Kalim who's sprawled on the grass after his goal celebration. His voice is dripping with restrained bitterness but Kalim laughs it off, completely insensible to it.

“What is it?”

   The problem with idiots is that they never think they did something wrong even if it's obvious to everyone around them. And Kalim might be Blue Lock's biggest idiot in that regard – Jamil doesn't know any of the other stratums' players, but he's sure of it. His childish mentality and attitude could cost them any of the first selection matches – and it'd probably have if Jamil weren't here – but he shakes off any criticism and continues playing football like they did during elementary school.

“I told you to pay attention to the other team right before the match, but you didn't, did you?”

“Eh? Why do you think that?”

“You were almost offside.”

   He's lucky. They're lucky. A disallowed goal because of an offside would have thrown their team off and losing momentum at the end of the match would have spelled their death… If Jamil weren't here to follow up of course.

“But I wasn't! And I scored so that's alright!”

“It's not…” Jamil shakes his head. “If you were offside–”

“You'd have saved it anyway,” Kalim answers immediately, his voice still a little hoarse from yelling when he scored. “So it's fine!”

   Jamil's dream can't be accomplished with such a lax attitude toward football. Kalim is just lucky he's a little good at sports and that Jamil has been supporting him since they first started playing in clubs. If it weren't for him, Kalim would have given up a long time ago, only playing for fun after school like most guys their age instead of entering Blue Lock and having a chance to integrate the country's U20 team…

“Hey,” Kalim says while holding his hand out to him, “pull me up?”

   With a huff, Jamil takes his stretched hand, pulls Kalim up – his hand is a little cold and his skin dry so he'll lend him his skincare after their shower – and lets himself be hugged without protesting. He's used to how clingy Kalim gets when he's tired.

“I'm not carrying you to the lockers,” he warns Kalim.

“Aww, really?”

“You have legs.”

“I'm tired!”

“That's because you ran aimlessly during the match.”

“It wasn't aimless! I was waiting for your pass!”

“I won't pass to you if you keep getting marked by their defenders.”

“I outsped them though so you should keep passing to me please,” Kalim pleads while hugging Jamil tighter and smearing all his sweat on the front of his shirt.

   Really, Jamil could have scored by himself. All these poor excuses of a defender were way too open – they were all strikers after all and didn't know how to play defense – that a 1-2 with the teammate closest to him and then a simple dribble would have worked against them. Most were too far from the penalty area – surely because they wanted to try scoring to make their ranking better – that it'd have been easy to get in front of the goal. Then, of course, Jamil would have scored. Obviously. The only reason he passed to Kalim is that he still needs to hide his skills.

   The more the other team focuses on Kalim, the more Jamil can move in the shadows and observe their strategies and plays. While it's true that Blue Lock is all about showing off to become the only striker the national team needs, everyone here is still Jamil's rival, even his current teammates. That's why he doesn't let anyone look at his true abilities – to better crush them later. Now, everyone thinks he's Kalim's lackey and nothing more than his appointed midfielder but soon, they'll know how superior he is to them. Even Kalim. Especially Kalim.

“We only need to win the last match, and we'll be the best in our stratum! It's a bit frustrating how we were placed in the worst one, but that can't be helped!”

“Don't think it'll be as easy as saying it. Team L also won all their matches.”

“Why not? We're together so it'll be easy-peasy!”

   Perhaps Kalim still doesn't understand that only one of them can win and get out of that prison. It doesn't matter how many times he tells Jamil that “they'll stay together forever” or that “they'll be the best duo the country has ever seen” when only one can get into the national team… And it'll be Jamil. As soon as this selection is over, he'll show to the organizers who's the best striker in the facility.

“Let's hit the showers before you start wanting to practice more…”

“Hehe, how did you know what I wanted to do?”

“You're predictable.” Off the pitch and on it. “It's almost time for dinner so hurry up.”

   In the end, he doesn't carry Kalim back to the lockers, but he allows his childhood friend to cling to his back until they have to separate to shower. Dinner is as boring as ever – the bland food he shares with Kalim (half of their special menu goes to the other as always) tastes the same every day, the monotony only broken by the steak Kalim ordered with the point he got from scoring. Once he gets out of there, Jamil will make sure to eat real food. Kalim will one hundred percent tag along too – Jamil can't imagine him being that resentful after losing Blue Lock. He'll probably cling to him again like always and be happy that Jamil accomplished his dream. He shovels another mouthful of steak into Kalim's open mouth to force him to eat while thinking about the future that doesn't seem too annoying.

[twistedminutia]

Also, i wonder how different the zombies is in Twst are, especially for horror. Cuz, with their belief in a afterlife, I wonder if they think good or bad, like do they think that they are an unwilling host of a body? Or are just summons for powerful wizards.

While, the zombies are portrayed to be shambling corpses made by virus, or fungi. Whether going slow or fast. Or if they are any variation like the Cordyceps zombies in Last of Us or a smiling Virus. Or any zombie movies, just to see the corpse (representation of the dead eating the living).

Tho, I'm not sure if Gray is a fan of horror. But man do I want to see how different zombies are and the culture shock.

Zombies are a particularly fascinating concept here. I’m going to say that zombie portrayals are actually not super different from our zombie portrayals in a lot of ways, except for a slight bent of ‘and this COULD happen’ in some cases. I have long thoughts, so this is going under a cut!

Zombies in twst (at least in my headcanon) come in three main flavors: zombies created entirely by magic (either intentionally or accidentally), zombies created both by magic and science, and zombies created by ‘pure’ science.

Zombies created by ‘pure’ science are the most like zombie movies in our world. They’re created by some kind of mutant virus, or fungus, or environmental contaminant of some kind. It’s not realistic, but in the world of the movie, there’s no magic involved in their creation. The only way magic factors into the plot is if there are mage characters fighting off the zombies using magic. (If you watch one of these movies with Idia, he’ll give you a running list of science facts they got wrong!)

Zombies created by both magic and science are relatively common in the modern day- think, like, a scientist is trying to cure a disease with magic and accidentally mutates it into a zombie virus. They’re still caused by some kind of mundane phenomena, but the scientific impossibility is being handwaved by magic. It’s also used a lot to make the zombies ‘immune’ to magic, so mages in the cast have to deal with their combat spells being generally ineffective. They’re probably the most popular kind of zombie in modern twst media.

Zombies created purely by magic are considered more ‘classic’ zombies in the twst world. The first zombie stories are of mages raising massive armies of undead to fight, and some of the modern zombie classics involve the hubris of man, with mages trying to raise loved ones and stop death only to find they’ve created an undead apocalypse.

Magic zombies tend to also have morals tied to them about the dangers of necromancy. It exists as a potential branch of magic in Twisted Wonderland, but it’s forbidden to practice magic on corpses outside of specific circumstances (like preparation for a funeral) and raising people from the dead is somewhere between forbidden and impossible.

Necromancy exists in two ‘branches’ in Twisted Wonderland. The first branch is just using corpses as semi-autonomous familiars. This is outlawed in the vast majority of countries in Twisted Wonderland as corpse desecration on top of penalties for using forbidden magic. Using corpses is pretty unpopular anyway- dead bodies have a lot of disease risk, especially those who've started rotting, skeletons need magical supports to hold their bones together, and using dead bodies has pretty much no advantages over just enchanting an object. Except in one circumstance: War! If your enemies (and hey, even your allies) aren't going to be using their dead bodies anymore, might as well pick them up and put them to good use fighting for you!

(This has the significant and severe disadvantage of creating a lot of blot, but if you think you can overpower your enemies fast enough, then it could work.)

The second branch is the somewhat more forbidden branch of trying to bring someone back from the dead. It's primarily forbidden, not because there's any real objection to actually bringing someone back to life, but because it doesn't work and can sometimes create something really awful in the process.

As far as anyone knows, necromancy is, ironically, a dead branch of magic. No one has ever successfully revived anyone from the dead. There are stories where necromancy sort of works- they summon the spirit of their departed, forcing them to linger in the living world as a sort of half-alive shade, they trap their soul in an inanimate object- but no one has ever confirmed if those are real, and there aren't any legends about a person actually managing to bring a soul back to the body it departed from and keeping it there. There are a lot of legends about people trying to bring their loved ones back and it going horribly, horribly wrong, though. In the best stories, they die. In the worst? All kind of things, from mass death and destruction to a major overblot. That's part of the reason necromancy is banned, despite it not really working. People kept trying it, burning themselves out on the magic required, and overblotting.

Funnily enough, Ortho is probably the closest thing anyone has to somebody actually being brought back from the dead. He's not a living person, technically, but he's got the memories and personality of his dead counterpart, and he's autonomous and has his own free will as of the end of Book 6.

(Ghosts possessing dead people zombies are also possible in twst, but those don't happen in real life very often, and are considered ghost movies not zombie movies when the trope shows up in horror media.)

This was a lot of rambling and I think I got significantly off topic. In terms of horror movies, zombies occupy a similar niche. A zombie apocalypse really couldn't happen in Twisted Wonderland due to logistical reasons, but magic gets incorporated into zombie myths and movies in fun ways. Uh. I hope this was helpful. And comprehensible.

[kcid]

https://www.tumblr.com/quarter/755226829855637504/

Babe wtf was thaat even abt 😭

Idk I'm not gonna entertain any "hey do you support the death penalty" ass ask when I've never even mentioned neil gaiman on my blog and I'm not entirely informed on what he did exactly as I'm too busy with real life stuff outside of tumblr debacles. I've heard he committed sexual assault against someone and obviously I don't think that's a good thing especially since I already despised the guy 4 other shit to begin with but again I'm not fully in on the situation. I just don't think a completely out of the blue question about sexual assault sent to a victim of sexual assault (me) deserves to be dignified with a real response. Anyway do you think I'm pretty or not that's what really matters.

[calciumdeficientt]

hey everyone!!! below is a little commission i wrote for @wolfxplush that they were kind enough to let me post. if you like what you see, may i direct you to my ko-fi. now with shiny new commission buttons!

Lovette Jackson had some huge shoes to fill. Not only was she the second youngest prefect in Bullworth history, first place went to one Alfred St Clair, a fourteen year old boy in 1960 with just ten months left to live on account of a giant tumour behind his eye that gave him a sort of Quasimodo esque appearance, whose dying wish was to bring down sweet justice on his teasing classmates for the remainder of his short time at Bullworth. Usual candidates for prefect were fifth year seniors and recently graduated alums that just couldn’t give up the ghost that they weren’t members of the student body any longer, all of these candidates were male. Lovette was also the first woman. Expectations for her were higher than for any other prefect, just because she didn’t have balls. Not real ones anyway, the metaphorical balls on her were just fine.

Crabblesnitch didn’t trust that the girls dorm, changing rooms and other such women-only venues were all sunshine and rainbows as Ms Peabody was recounting to him; so when his loving niece, Lovette Jackson joined the school (kicking and screaming) as a 5’10“ freshman,and still growing, he had to appoint her as prefect. To make it less emasculating for the current prefects, he waited until she was in her Sophomore year, the year of her final growth spurt, to give her the position. Besides, no one in their right mind would let a freshman (no matter how physically imposing) give them orders or accept penalties dealt to them, upperclassmen especially.

Now, she was a Junior, and had settled in nicely to the position. Her relationship as Crabblesnitch’s niece definitely played a hand in achieving the role. How could it not, she’d tear the school apart if she didn’t get her way. That’s just how it worked between them, she got what she wanted from him, or she’d run riot. Lovette wasn’t a bad girl, not by any means. She was just… a facilitator of conflicts. Everyone needs a bit of cash now and again, and she found that selling illegal, potentially deadly Chinese fireworks to students that gave her a good enough price to make up for her dorm room smelling like civil war reenactment (sweat and tears included) made her life at Bullworth much more of a breeze. These little deals proved time and time again to be an absolutely ideal way to get her through the week.

She wasn’t being paid for her labour as a prefect, why shouldn’t the people she protected give her a little something for her trouble? At Bullworth, you can have money, or you can have morals. Both can’t coexist, not in a place like Bullworth academy, it creates a domino effect that eventually leads to the heat-death of the universe and the collapse of the space-time continuum(Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. You have to trust me here). Every brick of Bullworth Academy is tainted with something seedy and underhanded. It punctuates everything. Every ring of the school bell. Every scrape of chalk against the chalkboards. Every panel of asbestos in the ceilings. All students from varying walks of life end the knee to Bullworth’s unspoken rule: ’If you’ve got friends. Use them.‘ Canis Canem Edit. It’s dog eat dog at Bullworth.

Then, midway through her second year as prefect, came Jimmy. Jimmy. Fucking. Hopkins. A menace by all accounts, but a true embodiment of the spirit of Bullworth… at least what Bullworth thinks it is anyway. Jimmy’s a mercenary just like Lovette is, he stands valiantly opposed to the power system amongst the students, protecting innocents from Bullies, Vagabonds and otherwise harmful influences. Jimmy’s defiance of the clique system also extended to the Prefects. No gods, no masters, no class for Jimmy Hopkins. At least, that’s what he had planned. His mother had dropped him off at yet another corrective school to run off with yet another man that was old enough to be her father, let alone his. So as a big middle finger to her, Jimmy planned to let her spend all that cash on tuition fees for classes he never bothered to show up for.

Presently, he was in the little plaza where the main school, the gym, Harrington House and the auto shop intersected. He circled the fountain, making note of which section was which clique’s jurisdiction “Rich kids, ‘roid monkeys, greaseballs No man’s land” he repeated as he stepped from section to section. He was still getting used to the layout of the school, and making acquaintances amongst the cliques, so other stragglers simply put his little wheel around the fountain as the new kid being completely off his box. Same old same old at Bullworth. His mindless circles were stopped midway through his spiel when he collided with another person. He was facing the auto shop, so made an assumption that he’d clashed with a Greaser and quickly hopped to name calling “Watch it! Christ! Brush the hair outta your eyes you big lo-“ Jimmy let his eyes trail upwards, across the vast landscape of navy blue and white. This wasn’t a greaser, it was a prefect. Once he finally reached the blonde braids on either shoulder he put two and two together. Looming above him by about a foot, give or take, was Lovette Jackson. “Oh- its you” this wasn’t his first run-in with Lovette, he’d gotten to know her quite well, the on thing he knew especially well about her was the way her hands felt when they wrapped around the scruff of his neck and tossed him like a caber into Crabblesnitch’s office.

“Don’t you have class to be getting to, Hopkins?” she asks exasperatedly. She didn’t have the energy to bicker with a child over his classes, even though that child was of a similar age to her, and certainly old enough to know better than to play truant in plain sight, during the brightest hours of the day. “Dr Slawter isn’t feeling well, he told me himself. You didn't hear? I thought you were faculty.” he responded flatly, his buzzed head nodded up and down curtly with the kind of bravado only a teenage boy who is blatantly lying could have. Lovette narrowed her eyes a little in disbelief, it wasn’t her first rodeo. Kids will tell you anything to get out of class, and nine times out of then, all of it was bare-faced lies.

“You have chemistry this morning, Hopkins” she reminded him, adjusting her arms to be folded a little tighter to her chest. Jimmy’s face dropped a little, not happy to have been caught like he had. He just sort of stood there… dumbfounded. “Well? Go on, I’m not walking you to class. I’m not your mother.” Lovette looked him up and down, thoroughly unimpressed but not keen to leave in case he was having some sort of absence seizure or something, technically she was supposed to escort any busted students to class, but she hadn’t had her morning cigarette yet, so she left Jimmy to make the right choice. he wasn’t as stupid as he made himself out to be, Lovette knew that just as well as Jimmy did.

Once she saw Jimmy start to move towards the main school building, Lovette began to go towards the gym, like King Arthur bravely venturing out from the comfort of his round table to find the Holy Grail, which in this case was not a stupid, crusty old cup but one of Casey Harris’s coveted Marlboro reds. But, never one to let sleeping dogs lie and get off basically scot free, Jimmy just had to open his mouth and deliver a death sentence for getting away with truancy “Hey the new Planet of the Apes movie was great by the way!”

That was a little odd, sure, but Bullworth students had a tendency of thinking out loud, there was nothing Lovette hadn’t heard before, so an impromptu movie recommendation was all par for the course. Lovette turned, raised a brow and popped a hip “I beg your pardon, Hopkins?”

“I’m just saying, I liked Planet of the Apes. I know it must’ve been hard on you… but you looked great as a gorilla”

Oh hell no, he was making fun of her.

“Watch your fucking ass, Hopkins. Go to class.”

Jimmy, in another act of defiance, turned to walk the other way, towards the entrance to the Harrington House. He assumed he could just lie through his teeth again and claim he didn’t know where he was going. He was wrong. Nicotine starved and altogether just tired of everyone’s bullshit, Lovette lunged forward and caught Jimmy’s arm in a vice grip. Her fingers were likely to bruise his skin, and she’d have one hell of a hand cramp by the end of the ordeal but if Jimmy wanted to play this game with her, she intended to win. Her uncle was already wary of the mistake he’d made by promoting her to prefect. She may as well look like she was doing something right before she got herself demoted back to standard non-clique.

She gripped him even harder -if that was physically possible- and began tugging him, now dead weight, towards his chemistry classroom. Jimmy hadn’t just bit the hand that fed him with that Planet of the Apes quip, he’d torn the whole arm off, and Lovette’s wounded ego wouldn’t give up without a fight. Lovette Jackson stomped across the courtyard, her footfalls loud and unmistakable, had she been in heavier shoes the concrete could well have cracked beneath her.

“Hey, you got any more movies lined up?” JImmy asked so casually that just the tone of his voice was an insult in and of itself, feeling the familiar prick of pins and needles flood his arm as his circulation got considerably more cut off, his arm limp and useless in her grip. He looked over at his arm, the unmistakable milky white associated only with poor circulation… or death.

“Be a shame to waste your talent… maybe you should try out for a Godzilla movie, I hear they’re hiring. A big monster like yourself? You’d be back on the silver screen in no time.”

She inhaled deeply through her nostrils as she tried to stop every synapse in her body from sending those sweet sweet contraction signals to her muscles and tossing him into the stratosphere like a discus.

“Stop talking to me, I’m not your fucking friend… and pick your feet up when you walk jackass, you’re making me look bad”

she hissed, her voice dripping with venom as she continued to drag him through the courtyard and up the concrete steps to the school‘s main building: ancient, gothic and falling to pieces. Above them, a gargoyle watched idly as Jimmy Hopkins was brought to justice.

Once she had manoeuvred him up the main steps, and opened one of the heavy double doors that sealed the school’s main entrance shut, she let go of his arm just a smidge. He couldn’t run so far now that he was in here, or he’d bump into one of Lovette’s less merciful colleagues. She escorted him like a prisoner set to receive the chair, right to the door of Dr. Watts’ classroom and made a loose gesture with her free arm for him to enter. He was only 10 minutes late, but considering every period was a measly 45 minutes, he’d missed a good chunk of valuable playing with dangerous chemicals time. Jimmy was quick to shrug off her touch and stomp sullenly into the classroom. Lovette was equally as quick to post herself up outside the door. Leaning against the wall, the smooth paper of a printed student body president campaign poster protecting her navy blazer from being assaulted with dust from the cheap, crumbling plaster that had been rotting off the walls of Bullworth Academy since its installation in the early 1950s.

She didn’t have to stay, of course she didn't. Her job was done. The perp was busted and was rightfully in the custody of his chemistry teacher, she was free to get her cigarette in peace. But she knew better than that, if she didn’t stay Jimmy would make a trip to the bathroom from which he would not return. Standard troublemaker procedure, she’d done it countless times before she switched teams and started playing the role of ‘goody two shoes’. Her past career as a little shit kid really helped her out in her prefect role, she was able to get into these kids’ heads and pretty easily figure out what the fuck their damage was and why they wanted to waste their parents hard earned money by never going to class. It was pretty cool, sometimes it made her feel like a really lame superhero, one of the X-men professor X kept on the back burner, locked away from all the cool, important mutants so they wouldn’t damage his rep.

Her daydreams of X-men were interrupted when she heard the swift click of professionally cobbled, nicely polished, Italian leather shoes; a sound that could only mean the approach of the ever-poised Edward Seymour II. Lovette swivelled to face him and he regarded her with a knowing look.

“Everything okay?”

He asked, a light, almost sarcastic smile on his pursed lips. Lovette gave him a look, quirking a brow as she raised her padded shoulders into a shrug.

”Yeah, fine, yeah” she answered dismissively, trying to wave him away from her, like one does with a fly or a bad smell. He knew well enough that she was not fine, she’d gone to bed late on the last watch and had gotten up with the sun to make sure all the female students were up, dressed and on their way to breakfast before 8AM. She was tired.

“Trouble in paradise?” He pries a little more, trying to figure out why she was standing outside the Sophomore chemistry class like a sentinel.

“What? Oh god no, I told you I’m past that.” Her face dropped into an expression of disgust, that was just on the brink of morphing into offence. Just the thought of Derby Harrington was enough to nauseate her now. She’d fallen hard for the older boy and had to scrape herself back up from rock bottom, the end to this ordeal had just transpired a few months prior and she was only now just getting back to normal. Edward thought maybe she’d stopped for a moment of brooding, not very becoming for a young prefect, they were expected to be alert and moving at all times. Like sharks.

“Okay, okay, I understand,” he tweaked his glasses and rocked back on his heels for a second. “You must be waiting for someone then, yes?” He asked quietly, looking her up and down as he spoke.

“Hopkins” she responded, the word feeling like poison in her mouth. Edward’s eyes widened in recognition behind his thin frames, he was surprised she’d caught him, he was quite the slippery fellow. He regarded her with mild sympathy, tweaking his glasses again.

“Ah… I see. Would you like me to hold down the fort for you? There’s muffins in the staff room”

Damn, muffins sounded so good right now. She’d had to break up a food fight at breakfast, her oatmeal had been used as a weapon, poor Donald was probably still rinsing it out of his hair as they spoke. God, now that she thought about it, she was absolutely starving.

“Did a student make them?”

She queried, now fully considering the idea. A muffin would do her good. A muffin made by a little shit kid with access to cheap laxatives, would not.

“No, they’re from a parent, I believe. Some sort of apology for structural damage their child inflicted on the library building”

Home baked muffins, waiting in the staff room. She couldn’t say no, it wouldn’t be right. “Could you cover for me?”

She felt like a dick for even asking, but she hoped a pleading look might sweeten the deal.

“It would be a pleasure and a privilege...now go, before I change my mind”

he responded teasingly, swapping spots with her outside the door.

Lovette was off like a shot to the staff room, now that Edward had made her aware, she just could not seem to shake the nagging feeling of hunger. She felt like her whole abdomen was on fire, she hadn’t eaten dinner the previous night either, she didn‘t even remember why. Lovette was really running on empty. Her walk to the staff room was brisk, but not too fast, she walked with a straight spine, regarding the paintings on the walls with disinterest and boredom. The faces of the founders glared back at her, their eyes following her down the hall with stern distaste. Eventually, she made it, and opened the door softly; the hinges were squeaky and rusting, opening it too hard would not only make an awful noise, but could send the solid oak slab crashing down on her. Not exactly ideal.

Inside, she was greeted with a wave of warm air from the worn out, antique radiators that decorated each wall- it was the least Crabblesnitch could do in the bitter autumn and winter months-, and the smell of freshly brewed- if not slightly burned- coffee inside the busted up old Keurig on the counter. The staff room was the prefects’ sanctuary… but only when there was no actual staff in it, they would often come in during class time and have a little coffee, take a little cat-nap or otherwise act like typical teenagers when they were certain everyone had their butt at a desk, or on the track, or just… anywhere educational. Lovette ran a hand through her hair and approached the aforementioned muffin basket, a little wicker thing likely bought from k-mart or some other similar chain. It was cute, she had to give them that. Each flavour was neatly arranged into small piles within the basket, a sort of muffin rainbow if you will. Although, a very uninteresting rainbow, more a mix of browns and beiges, sometimes with small flecks of blue or red. Lovette reached towards what she assumed was chocolate chip and took a tentative bite, despite assurance from Edward she was still partway convinced that the treat might detonate in her hand or release a neurotoxin or something. It was odd for something so wholesome as a muffin basket to exist at Bullworth, not without it being full of something sinister like razors or human faeces, for that matter.

That first nibble didn't seem to do anything too bad to her, so she ate a little more, still a little afraid… and once again she was met with no concerning side effects like stomach cramps or a bleeding tongue. Eventually, her hunger consumed her and she, in turn, consumed three more muffins. Lovette neatly disposed of the evidence and made sure the basket looked presentable for when the intended recipients arrived to maul it like starved lions. As she was terraforming the muffin kingdom, Lovette became aware of the sound of a window pane sliding open. Everyone at Bullworth knew about the ghosts in the building, but everyone also knew all they really did was flick pens across classrooms, flicker lights and start small fires. What they didn’t do was open the windows. That was a purely human activity. She chalked it up to delirium brought on by sleep deprivation and continued to fiddle around with the muffins, a veritable career if Bullworth didn’t work out. It was only when she heard the window slide closed again that she turned around, and who else was before her other than Jimmy Hopkins, brushing some dry leaves off of his sweater vest. Lovette kept quiet, she wanted him to see her first, it was more fun that way.

And see her he did, after he was done preening himself he got about four steps into the room before he realised it wasn’t as empty as he thought it was in the staff room.

“Hopkins! Lovely to see you again and so soon too!”

“Hi… Lovette. I’m here on business, Dr Watts sent me for..”

“For?”

It was funny watching him scramble for an excuse, he wasn’t as calm and collected as their encounter twenty minutes ago, Lovette watched his squinted eyes scan the room for a valid reason to be in there but it was clear he was coming up blank.

“A… mug. We ran out of beakers”

It was almost endearing how much he didn't want to be in class, he was inventive, she had to give him that.

“He sent you unattended into a staff-only room to collect a mug? Yeah, likely story”

He pressed his hand to his heart and tried to look sincere “Scout’s honour, he wanted a mug”

Lovette shook her head and leaned back on the counter, a wry smile on her lips as she regarded Jimmy’s smaller frame. “And he sent you up here through the back window?Cut the crap Hopkins, what did you really want?”

Well, Jimmy had to give up the ghost now, she’d seen right through him. And that little window in the chemistry classroom was so damn hard to wriggle out of. “If I said I wanted a muffin would you hold it against me?” He asked, putting his hands up in mock surrender as he slowly but surely approached the basket that Lovette was leaning beside. His movements were slow and calculated, if he went too quickly she’d probably suplex him through the floor and into the basement. “Depends, if I grabbed you and dragged your sorry ass up to my uncle’s office would you hold it against me?’ She asked, her coy smile only growing as she watched Jimmy falter. Two counts of truancy in one day was a surefire way to land himself at least a week’s worth of daily detentions. There’s only so many times you can mow the school lawns before you wonder what kind of fertiliser is making the grass grow back so damn fast. Jimmy eventually made it to the muffin basket, plucked one, and began eating it with the kind of hunger only starving Victorian factory workers, and teenage boys possess. It was like watching an eagle eat a rabbit, weirdly gruesome for a mid-morning snack.

Lovette didn’t even have the heart to even so much as think about grabbing him, the sheer ballsiness of this kid alone was enough for her to keep letting him get away with blatant acts of misconduct. He was funny for a little shit. Lovette sucked a little bit of air in through her teeth, and then exhaled in a deep, guttural sigh of annoyance. Jimmy looked up at her, his face smattered with chocolate muffin crumbs

“So, you gonna chase me or what?”

“I’m working up to it, cool your jets hotshot” she waved him off, her brows knitting together for a second “I’ll give you a ten second head start”

Once again, Jimmy couldn’t leave it alone, and decided to try his luck with a little bit of good-natured bartering “One minute”

”One minut- hell no are you crazy” Lovette did a double take, absolutely floored by the absolute audacity of this kid. He was a pretty stellar businessman, his bravado made it hard to shut his offer down completely.

“Fine! Forty seconds then. Jesus you drive a hard bargain”

”Thirty-five. Final offer”

Jimmy nodded in agreement, that seemed fair enough “When do I start?”

Lovette watched the second hand on the old grandfather clock in the corner tick away, waiting for the last minute to pass before she set him loose “Riiiiiight…. Now”

And away Jimmy Hopkins leapt, right back out of the window he slid in from.

Damn it all. Lovette was going soft.

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

Fuck Zionists and liberals, they are equally fucked up, Zionists are sadists and liberals are ignorant

Not only has the number of people interested in Gaza decreased, but I also have to meet this parasite (because I won't call you people anymore)

And my Internet randomly stops working…

Liberals will probably bash me in the comments anyway, because their level is like that of a fourth grader, because how come you hate Harris and Biden? You must be a Russian troll or some shit! (Because it wasn't because I saw children torn apart, people carrying body parts of loved ones in plastic bags and a father who went out to get a birth certificate for his twins, only to come back to find out that his wife and children were murdered by a bomb 100% supplied by the USA…)

Yes, liberals and Zionists piss me off, they're on the same level of being disgusting people

(Okay, I replaced the USB, but I will have to find a new USB because I use a mobile host)

Now that I have your attention:

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Yes, an additional entry under the collection links, it doesn't appear very often, I'm aware of that

Remember that Taylor Swift and Lady Gaga are silent about Gaza (And also about Sudan and Congo)

Also, fuck Rowling, but she knows a lot (Only the HP fandom will defend her…)

The actors and screenwriter in "Stranger Things" turned out to be Zionists, so if you want to watch the series, I recommend illegally, because legally you will give money to people who are disgusting bigots

(Okay, USB change worked, Internet doesn't crash every second)

But yes, lately it's been getting harder and harder to raise money because fewer and fewer people are interested in Gaza, which is depressing on many levels…

By the way, a liberal chimed in, I'm in the middle of writing a post and yes, what could be worse than rapes and the torn bodies of children? Besides, in Yemen he has the death penalty, so you can send him there, you know, there is a way to get rid of Trump, with Harris and Biden it is not so easy (Although Biden is old… Maybe he will die on the way)

But Harris? I don't know, some crazy person would have to show up, although I don't support assassination attempts on presidents and such (But yes, she would either have to lose or leave the elections, I have no idea, because she's too young, so the chance of her leaving would be like waiting for the death of Queen Elizabeth… I know she's dead, but with Elizabeth's death, dead memes about her immortality)

I have no idea what to do with Harris, because Trump can be sent to Yemen, and Biden will either die in many years or lose the intellectual capacity to rule the country (No, sorry, both of them probably won't live long, they are men, not Queen Elizabeth)

By the way, Putin doesn't look young either… 71 years old, you know what the average age of men is

Literally, retirees lol

I doubt Biden, Trump, or fucking Putin will live to be a hundred

So this text "Trump is worse" sounds even funnier, because he is 78 years old, and you know that in a year he may suddenly be incapacitated, because old age has that effect (It's already visible in Biden's case, Trump, with all this stress and everything, probably won't live long…)

In addition, if we take into account the diet in the USA and CO2, because Americans must have a million cars, you understand, an additional shortening of life

I have more doubts about Putin, because he doesn't live in the USA… But considering his age, it's only a matter of time before the effects of aging catch up with him

Hey, Benjamin is 74 years old, although this fucker is probably worse than Trump (Sorry, I had to parody liberals), and seriously, it's terrifying when liberals talk about how evil Trump is, but they remain silent about the genocide because of their white American privilege is more important

Okay, attack from liberals and Zionists in 3… 2… 1…

Coming back to the collections, this is the only way for them to arrive, unfortunately, I can never guarantee that it will happen, and that sucks, because many families live on the edge, because they never know whether they will be the next victims of an Israeli attack… And many collections last for many months and often stop at a certain amount, which means that few collections reach the very end :/

And only being angry can increase the post's reach or tagging to many tags (Because I will not give money to a Zionist company, sorry, but not only do I not have a bank account, I also do not earn money, and I would prefer not to give money to a company that pays Zionists to interacted with people fighting for Palestine)

As I mentioned, I'm worried that fewer and fewer people are talking about Gaza, and this makes it difficult to reach people, even the Palestinians themselves have a big problem with it (That's why they often put tags unrelated to the post, unfortunately, they risk having the post with the collection removed for spam…)

It doesn't help that Tumblr shadowbans tags about Palestine (Fucking Zionist yohoo, but what do you expect from a company that showed off transphobia?)

I deleted deviantart (some time ago) because it turned out that it belongs to an Israeli company (This explains a lot why there are so many disgusting Zionists), I have a blog on tumblr because I can't find an alternative, and on this blog my art gets lost, which makes it difficult with colored OCs because it may result in changing complexion, and we all know how people react to it…)

I also noticed that many Zionists use Jewish tags (Which sucks because they promote that every Jew is a Zionist, which is not true), so yes, more and more Zionists will be found there, I don't know what Jews supporting Palestine feel and see Zionist shit, but I know it must be depressing on many levels (You are strong, you have to deal with them anyway, but the fact that you have the courage to fight for Palestine is a sign of strength, the Zionists are weak, you are strong)

I doubt anyone will read it all to the end (Knowing liberals and Zionists, they will start writing insults)

[sapphic-haymaker]

Fio Media Log #1: Gen 1 Armored Core Trilogy

Armored! Core!

I'm a mecha gal. I love my robots. but I especially love me some clunky "real robot" style mechs. I only got into Armored Core with 6, and i've decided to take a plunge into the first generation games with, admittedly, not too high of expectations.

And lemme tell ya. I was pretty blown away at how fun these are!

Visuals

Let me start off with the visuals, holy shit do I LOVE the visuals of these games. I grew up with the PS1 as my first console, playing Twisted Metal (Darkside main btw) is one of my earliest memories. I really adore the games that have come out recently emulating the PSX style (Psuedoregalia, Signalis, Ultrakill, etc.)

The blocky aesthetic lends itself well to mecha. A lot of the genre likes to build it's robots in simple, blocky shapes so Bandai can easily make model kits of them, and there's no shortage of obvious design inspiration among ACs

The first mission, which subtly informs you of a theme of the series, has you being paid to go murder some workers striking for better pay and benefits and some other stuff that probably could've been bought with the money they used to hire a 5 meter tall death robot but hey. not our department.

The pitch black background and illuminated bridge makes for some lovely moody atmosphere. A LOT of 1st gen is going to be same-y hallways and tunnels but when they go through the extra effort to make a place look like a place it ends up very nice.

The Controls

Hooooo boy. This was a STRUGGLE for me at first. See this lil game was released a month after Sony's dualshock controllers, the ones with actual analogue sticks and not just a d-pad, hit the market. Which means this highly technical game is going to make you control deliberately hard-to-pilot machines without any sticks! (and they wouldn't add support for them until 7 years later!!!)

I found the stock control scheme where Up/Down was moving forward back, Left/Right was Turn, L1/R1 was strafe, and L2/R2 was aim up/down COMPLETELY unhandlable. Brain could not parse it. But to my shock there was an option in the game settings to rebind the controls! Making all the d-pad buttons be movement and all the shoulder buttons camera controls made things click right away. But that's just for basics. As for advanced movement…. welllll.

Meet [13th Toll], the build I did most of the game on after spending a lot of time experimenting and testing.

You'll notice she's a quad leg type AC! that's because the quad leg type trades the ability to boost on the ground for the ability to have consistent fast movement, meaning you can move fast without actually being good at the game's movement. It was absolutely a crutch but the game never threw anything hard enough at me to stop using said crutch. The gatling gun arms just felt better than any gun in the game having a huge amount of damage and ammo… at the cost of absolutely financially ruining me. @ @

See. Every mission in Armored Core has a base pay, occasionally bonus pay or penalties, and then that pay is deducted by how many resources you used in the mission. Repair Cost is how much damage you took, and Ammo cost is how many bullets/shells/rockets/etc you chewed through. And let me tell you the Gatling Arms are strong but they cost so much money to fire that i ended up LOSING money on several missions due to operating costs.

Scrounging for cash is definitely part of the AC experience, it's not shy about it's anti-capitalist messages, going into enough debt due to failing missions or not performing well enough actually resets the game, having your character undergo experimental augmentation to make them better at paying off the debt presumably (this is kind of an easy mode. I never triggered it as I wanted to do all three games without it. Felt like it was the authentic experience)

The control scheme as noted is incredibly clunky, but in a way that feels befitting of a mech. In AC6 the combat and controls are incredibly streamlined and feel as good as it gets for the most part. But AC1 takes a real-robot approach and imposes some serious limits to how you can move and aim. It genuinely feels like you're fighting the controls trying to aim at a fast moving plane or an AC boosting past you. It's a unique feeling that leaves the player feeling less like an ultra powerful death robot and more a poor pilot desperately wishing something could turn faster than it physically can. I'm a big fan.

I blew through AC 1 all things considered, aside from that horrifically frustrating final mission. (platforming in a game with the worst camera controls ever took years off my life.)

It wasn't a cakewalk per say, but i never felt incredibly pressed to improve my skill or optimize my build all that much in the game. I pretty much did whatever. Very enjoyable experience all in all. Where I think things get interesting is the first expansion…

Project Phantasma

Released a few months after AC1, Project Phantasma is when the game REALLY made me focus in on what i wanted to do and made me sweat. For the most part it's missions are about on par with it's predecessor, with one exception: The Arena.

The Arena is as straightforward as it gets, 49 Enemy ACs, one on one, no distractions. Best Pilot wins. The first chunk of the arena is a joke, but then, out of nowhere, comes

RANK: 30 PILOT: Brutus A.C.: Back Stab

You see this fucker? This was my wall. This is where the real pain train starts and Gen 1 starts to stop pulling it's punches IMHO.

Brutus is an aerial ace. You'll find that MOST of the ACs in the Arena absolutely LOVE to be in the air. this particular asshole has a sniper rifle that will literally stunlock you for long periods of time, is incredibly accurate, and generally just makes your life hell.

Quad legs could not carry me to victory here, they genuinely just do not have the maneuverability to dodge the incoming hailstorm of sniper shots. I tried heavyweight ACs, thinking i could simply outlast him, Dead Wrong. Heavyweights were even more of failure. All that armor did was prolong the inevitable.

This is where I had to bite the bullet and start using regular legs. You move absolutely pitifully slow when not boosting, but boosting takes energy, energy conservation takes practice and skill. I used these next 30 Arena fights to learn how to move and shoot in these games and the experience was so satisfying and rewarding. I felt like I was just as quick as the AI and soaring through the sky right along with them by the end of it.

Meet [Phantom Lambda], she is as fast as I could make her, she is as light as i could make her, she carries a new weapon in the Phantasma expansion, the WG-RFM118 Rifle. Along with a magazine on the back slot, a "weapon" that does nothing but increase the ammo count of your other weapons. 300 shots was consistently enough to take out most Arena opponents aside from the thick armored heavyweight powerhouses.

My weapon choice was simple. It has an absolutely MASSIVE lock on reticle. So I could focus all of my brainpower on movement and avoiding enemy fire. I still had to do a fair amount of aiming, the enemy ACs in the Arena get blazing fast. but this strategy ended up getting me all the way through the game. And suddenly I only had one Gen 1 game left.

Story Tangent

Project Phantasma tried a lot harder to have a consistent storyline which was fine, if a bit clunky. There's a big bad rival mech named Stinger who ends up being pretty pathetic as you thrash him again and again. You get all your jobs from a woman named Sumika who is also a AC pilot, and let me say, I was pleasantly surprised to see a woman in old mecha media that isn't evil and/or dead.

Master of Arena

Master of Arena had a lot more time in the oven than Project Phantasma, releasing in 1999 while AC1 and PP were both 97', and let me tell ya. It feels like a FromSoft employee was watching my Phantasma run over my shoulder when I first booted up the game.

So first things first. My strategy is in goddamn shambles. Not only is my FCS (part that determines lock-on reticle) significantly nerfed, my entire loadout has been nerfed to the floor in the ammo department. Magazines would give 50% more ammo per magazine in PP, and my rifle had 200 shots base. Now Mags give 20% each, and the rifle now only has 160 shots. Meaning I've went from a maximum of 400 shots to a measly 224. Considering how many shots end up missing and enemy AC HP, this means the rifle that carried me is absolutely not an option anymore.

Meet [The Rook], my intent was to find a middle ground where I wasn't totally made of paper like I was in piloting [Lambda Phantom]. Focusing purely on optimized utility in her design, I wanted something mobile, durable, and I needed to fit a weapon that had decent range and some nice damage, I used the WG-AR1000,a mid-range machine gun and doubled up on mags. This gave me a whopping 1400 bullets to bullet hose the competition down.

While the story missions weren't any harder than AC1 and Phantasma, the Arena didn't have a slow ramp up like it did in last one. Right away i was thrown into a fight with a lightweight aerial AC raining pain down on me.

I ended up playing a lot more aggressively this time around due to the machine gun's much shorter range, meeting opponents up-close in mid-air as abusing the RFM118's long range to plink away at opponents wasn't an option anymore. This lead to a lot of problems against enemies with similar weapons like gatling arms, where we mostly just ended up DPS racing eachother, but i only have to win once, after all.

Overall I really enjoyed these games. I think the first one is a fun lil time and onboards you to the systems well enough, and if you're hungry for more the two expansions offer a nice challenge. I'm currently debating if i wanna do the EX Arena in Master of Arena or if i wanna jump straight into Armored Core 2.

I highly recommend you try these out if you've played AC6, it's systems and clunky control schemes are very neat lil relics of game design that feel completely lost in the modern era.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

frank, it's kinda bothering me that a bunch of people keep inundating you with very serious questions about the world; it reminds me of the meme of a person leaning out the window to yell "hey! do you support the death penalty?" at a random passerby.

like i feel like that's not what you're here for. idk sorry if that's an imposition on my part.

what are your thoughts?

It is a bit bothersome!

But the reason I talk about it is that I think some people need that. I want to have a positive view of the world -- a view that doesn't assume that we are doomed to destroy ourselves -- to provide that for people who are not as fortunate as I am. It is my role to try to see things as a positive.

[werewolfetone]

Telling people that I'm interested in Irish history feels like being in the "hey you! do you support the death penalty" image constantly

[veliseraptor]

Hii! How are you? Hope the new year is treating you well

Love your Jiang Cheng/Meng Yao/Xue Yang everything, they are all excellent characters (especially JC my beloved)

Wanted to ask why you don't like Nie Mingjue? (Totally genuine btw, I'm mostly indifferent towards him but I like hiw tou do character analysis and am curious?)

Happy new year and take care :D

oh boy, okay. I waffled for a while about responding to this only because I tend to...avoid wading into things that might get me in trouble, and this feels like something that could get me in trouble, because I'm talking about my (negative) feelings on a relatively popular character and that can provoke some pretty intense responses.

but I don't really want to foster that impulse, at least not all the time, and I try to be fair when I talk about these things, so, hey, might as well. under a cut for anyone who doesn't want to read the following (counts) nine paragraphs of rambling about this subject

first off I feel like I should say that it probably seems like I dislike Nie Mingjue because he comes into conflict with Jin Guangyao, and while that isn't not true, characters being in conflict with each other does not preclude me liking both of them. I mean, I would hope that was obvious.

I think the biggest reason me and Nie Mingjue do not vibe is actually - and this occurred to me as I was writing this response - the same reason that I used to dislike Stannis Baratheon back when I was active in the A Song of Ice and Fire fandom. (Not so much anymore, mostly because now I just find him kind of funny. Sorry, Stannis.) Namely: he's inflexible and utterly convinced of his own rightness/righteousness.

One of my least favorite qualities in a person is self-righteousness, and while that can work for me in a character it very much doesn't here, I think because it comes with that inflexibility. Nie Mingjue's sense of morality and order is rigid with very little room for his judgment being affected by circumstance or external context. To him, those considerations are irrelevant at best and viewed as excuses at worst.

I'm someone who is, meanwhile, allergic to universal statements, particularly universal statements of good/bad, evil/righteous, etc. I don't like them, I'm incredibly wary of them, and while, again, me disliking these things irl doesn't necessarily preclude enjoying them in a character, it is going to be at least somewhat of a barrier. I feel like it would be less of one here, honestly, if I didn't feel like fandom often endorses Nie Mingjue's perspective on this, as opposed to acknowledging it for what I think it is actually in the text; I have more I could say on this but I'm already writing an essay so I'll just note that I think the fact that Nie Mingjue's corpse can't distinguish between Jin Ling and Jin Guangyao is thematically important.

I don't need a character's morality to align with mine to like them, obviously. The greater crime is finding a character frustrating or irritating, and that's what this particular quality of Nie Mingjue's does to me.

"But what about Xiao Xingchen," I can hear somebody saying. "Doesn't he have the same rigid perspective?" Yes, arguably; his also breaks horribly over the duration of the story, and that's the part of his arc that I find compelling! I find Xiao Xingchen most interesting when his initial understanding of the world has been irrevocably changed and he has to reckon with the fact that justice is not as simple as he thought it would be.

I also - and I know how this is going to sound, I feel like - do not vibe with characters who really strongly believe in state-supported violence. I don't care if characters kill people - the more the better! murder all you like, my darlings! - but I do care if they're advocating the death penalty from a position of political power/authority. Which is actually not a distinction I'd necessarily realized was important to me, but apparently it is. As far as my fictional taste goes: personal violence is fine. State violence is not. I'm sure there are exceptions here (there usually are) but it is generally true that the more violence comes from a position of authority/power in the sense of "this is structurally supported by some form of government/systematic structure", the more I'm going to feel badly about it and the less kindly I am going to feel toward the character in question.

Nie Mingjue is very, very invested in state-supported violence and very eager to dole it out on a personal basis. We see it with his almost killing Xue Yang while Xue Yang is on trial; we see it with Jin Guangyao, multiple times. "Well, they were guilty!" Yeah, I know, that's not the point. The line Nie Mingjue draws between legitimate/illegitimate violence doesn't work for me.

There's also some other stuff that's more fandom-related around the fanon characterization Nie Mingjue often gets that frustrates me because of the way I feel like it increasingly departs from the text, which has (as usual) more of an impact on my feelings about the original character than it perhaps should. Probably because I feel like it's such a misreading of the point of his character. Everyone in fandom is extrapolating from the character on the page/screen - lord knows I do it. But I do feel like I have a limit that I hit where that extrapolation feels like it's reading against the text and what the text is saying, and/or making them a "type" built on a generalized mold, and that's where my patience really runs out.

anyway this has all been very wordy and probably unnecessarily harsh but...I think some of it was useful for me in terms of thinking out just why, even beyond fandom-related frustrations, Nie Mingjue was never a character I could care about or like.

[dearestdaffodils]

Season 2, episode 5: The Darkest Hour

A/N: I, of course, do not own anything from or related to Outer Banks. Scenes, events, and dialogue are taken from the show; I am not trying to take credit for the work that the writers for this show did. Some scenes may be left out if I cannot find a way to work the reader in as a character.

Warnings (for the whole series): violence (as it is in the show), swearing, mentions of abuse, underage drinking and smoking, drug use

This one was kinda short but there wasn’t a whole lot of scenes in this episode for me to work with 

TAGLIST

Big John used to tell us it's best to never say you’ve hit rock bottom. “Trust me,” he said. “You can always go lower. And the thing about hell is there’s always another one below.” 

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The air in the courtroom hangs heavy and hot as the judge’s gavel strikes home on the desk. 

“John Booker Routledge, pursuant to the North Carolina statute section 14, you are charged with murder in the first degree with aggravated circumstances.” The judge peers over her glasses at JB. “If convicted, the maximum sentence would be the death penalty.” 

The room bursts to life as people start murmuring to each other, looking around in disbelief. Kie and Sarah sink lower in their seats, clinging to each other for support. Pope groans, dropping his head forward into his hands. JJ’s grip on my hand tightens, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. 

“Your honor, he’s 17!” JJ shoots up from his seat. “Are you kidding me?” 

“Stop.” Kie stands up, starting to push JJ towards the doors. 

“Hey, John B, we’re gonna figure it out,” JJ shouts.

“John B! John B!” Sarah scrambles against the crowd, fighting towards John B. The officers swarm forward, pushing her back. 

“Stop! Don’t touch her!” I glare at them, carefully pulling Sarah away. “Let’s go, Sarah. Let’s get out of here.” 

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“Is this a joke?” Kie shakes her head, walking down the steps of the courthouse. “Are we in hell, or-?” 

“I should have never come home.” Sarah sighs. 

“They’re gonna kill him, guys. I know it.” JJ looks up at the sky, blinking back tears. 

“Sorry for what you and your family have gone through.” A man’s voice cuts through the noise, following after Ward Cameron like a lost puppy. “Thank God the system works.” 

“Can you please shut up?” I snap, stepping forward. “Of course you think the system worked because it was made to protect you and people like you.” 

“He’ll have his day in court.” The man argues. “A jury will decide.” 

“He shouldn’t even be in court! You should!” I point at Ward. “Cause you’re a murderer! You have a lot of nerve showing up to court.” 

“I know you’re upset.” Ward steps forward. “I know you’re upset, okay? I know he’s got you fooled. He’s got you all fooled.” 

“No, I’m not just upset!” I launch forward, moving towards him. “You have taken every person that is family to me!” I move quickly, lunging towards him as Kie, Pope, and JJ grab me and pull me back. 

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“I’m gonna testify under oath. I was there.” Sarah sniffles, leaning up against one of the front porch beam at the chateau. 

“Sister?” JJ mumbles in confusion. 

“Kie, Y/N, do either of you have your phones?” Sarah looks at us. “Wheezie is the only other person that knows Rafe wasn’t home that day.” 

“Wheezie?” JJ frowns. 

“I don’t know what else to do.” Sarah takes my phone from my outstretched hand. “I got us into this mess. I’m gonna do my best to get us out.” 

“Well, she’s right about one thing.” JJ sighs. “We gotta do something. Our boy is a PO-dub right now, okay? He’s held captive by the enemy right now, maybe even scheduled for execution. Are we just gonna sit here?” 

“What’s the plan then, babe?” I look out at the rain as it pours down, a true testament to the mood around the island. “We kidnap Shoupe?” 

“Maybe, like, that’s not the worst idea actually.” JJ shrugs. 

“Oh, it's not?” I roll my eyes. 

“No!” JJ argues. 

“That is actually the worst idea I’ve ever heard,” Pope speaks up from his seat. 

“It's pretty bad.” Sarah offers, sticking her head out the window. 

“You know? Please, just stay out of this.” JJ sighs. “Okay, Pope, look, we’ve been doing everything your way, and how has that been working out?” 

“Okay, okay, so what’s your plan?” Pope snaps. “You gonna storm a jail, guns a-blazing?”

“Look, Pope, all I’m trying to get you to understand is they got our boy.” JJ stands up. “Are we just gonna sit here and do nothing? No! We’re gonna go get his ass. We’re gonna do something about it!” 

“JJ, we’re not storming a jail. It's not happening.” Kie frowns. 

“No, fine.” JJ shrugs. “Sit in your comfy chairs. Do nothing. I’m gonna see what I can do. Make something happen, even if I have to do it by myself.” 

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I wouldn’t find out the details of JJ’s prison break until days afterward. Apparently, borrowing an ambulance from your cousin and attempting to break your best friend out of prison isn’t noteworthy enough to tell your girlfriend. 

But to be fair, we were more focused on other noteworthy things. Like the FBI showing up at Ward Cameron’s front door.

[tsuki-sennin]

I missed a whopping five episodes of King-Ohger. ...I've had a rough couple months. I hate job hunting more than I can put into words.

Enough about that though, I'll make things fun for myself today~!

Here's how this is gonna go down. I'll watch episodes 14-16, comment on them as I do so, and you're (maybe if you want to) gonna read. An hour and a half of content today.

Strap in folks, this is gonna be a long one. Spoilers, I guess...

-Jeremy's taking over the world at rapid speed.

-Oh hey, Gerojim.

-Here comes Himeno. ...sorry, I uh... don't really think I can take the other spelling seriously.

-"Tell me the truth, and nothing but the truth."

-"Ehhhhh...I don't really know what Cicada does in their spare time, I'm not their Dad- Oh, too soon~? :3"

-Ohgai Busou.

-Yeah that's an easy way to get stabbed Jeremy.

-Oh hot damn, she cut right through the spider silk.

-That's not a small feat.

-Thank you, Gerojim!

-"I am way beyond the need for calm right now."

-Oh shit, Dezzy training arc.

-You're a water strider, you live like a year maximum.

-"She got your swords back. You're welcome, by the way."

-"Rita! Do you support the death penalty?"

-Gira's picked up on her intent. ...and has been made to follow along~!

-Off he goes.

-"I'll hand down Jeremy's death sentence myself."

-And you just left him laying there, Morphonia?

-"It was really loud. I need a nap."

-"I need pictures Morphonia. Pictures of Spider-Man."

-Snowman Pain.

-"Perjury? No no no, it's simply embellishing~!"

-TARANCHINO

-Well here comes the boss.

-"Oh nooooooo..."

-His sideshow days have come to haunt him.

-"I really needed a nap, Your Magistry."

-"Seeing as you were sleeping inside a cage for a roadside attraction, I do believe that you are innocent beyond reasonable doubt on the charge of invoking the Fury of the Gods. However, you are guilty of being a fucking moron, therefore Himeno Ran's suspicion of you and your behavior was entirely justified."

-I suppose a few years of regency wasn't an option?

-Jeremy has failed to read the room.

-"I know something she might wanna know. Do you know that kid's show character Moffun?"

-"Speak now, Jeremy of the clan Spiders."

-It seems Gira is 1000 years too early to fight Amenjim.

-Mantis Style~!

-Hot girl shit.

-Strong and beautiful indeed.

-They interrupted our Sunday broadcast! Those motherfuckers!

-"Listen up, scrubs! Queen Headchomper needs you to find this guy right here. Catch him and bring him to her."

-"There will be a big reward in it for you if you dooooo~!"

-GIRA WHOA KHJM>HG

-"You're an ugly-ass bitch!"

-Masashi Ikeda's expressions are very good.

-"Moffun and Me... Do you know from where it came from?"

-So someone saw this poor kid all alone at the top... and gave her a chance to learn in a way she'd know.

-...man, that's.. .that''s so sweet.

-"They put me in a cage, Your Highness!"

-God Tarantula!

-Hi Kabutaaaan!

-Hop to the top, Grasshopper style!

-Friends :)

-"Have you ever heard of the practice of beetle fighting?"

-Alright! Takin' charge!

-And an insert song~!

-This is the good shit.

-"I mean... I can't really ask for anything else." :)

-Oh HAI Racules.

-Kaguragi's mysterious sister.

-"Do you wish to visit her?"

-Episode 15~

-I love how Jeremy refers to himself in the third person during the

-BEEEEEEES!

-"Hell? SUZUME!? Goddammit, I need to take this... Yo~!"

-"Kaguragi! It's Racules. You know that spider guy? Jeremy? Yeah, I wanna talk to him now. Go invite him over for me."

-Oh man, that looks good.

-Kaguragi the revolutionary.

Jeremy: Do you know why bees are black and yellow in coloration? It's because they evolved to warn predators that they've- Yanma: Cliff Notes, nerd.

-"Sister~! He's got a sister!"

-Jeremy dips.

-"NYAHAHAHA!", huh Gira?

-Oh

-Rita's total lack of reaction is as much of a condemnation as Yanma's face palm.

-Kidnapping a princess in real life.

-"Do I really have to kill the hoo-Mans? Sorryyyyyyy!"

-There goes flyboy.

-"You're supposed to be up to your eyeballs in maggots right now, Dead Guy."

-N'Kosopa tech~!

-"...thermal insulation?"

-hjlklhg

-Poor Kogane... she has no stage presence.

-"Gira's not evil!"

-Hard to catch a cab so early in the day, huh?

-Meeting of the minds, right here.

-Hot damn, Jeremy.

-"Please, Racules... let her be free once more!"

-"Mmmmmm... sorry, you're gonna have to ask her."

-GIRA YOU

-How'd you even get up there like that?

-Very cute that being nice works out better for Gira.

-And now we've done it! Good morning, Suzume.

-For five seconds, Kaguragi was the most terrified man on Tikyu.

-Oh

-"Wacuwes-samaaaaaa :3"

-Seems like Yanma's suspicion has been totally renewed.

-"Hmmmmmm... Nah~!"

-Even Jeremy had no way to predict this.

-"And I'll be Sir Racules's little pogchamp~!"

-Vassal state.

-I am deeply invested right now.

-Oh you guys got here fast

-The ball is in your court, Kaguragi.

-"Toufu fights for peace. With nothing less than our whole being, I offer it to you!"

-Gira is dead.

-There is no way he should've survived that.

-Fly Boy Strikes~

-Kuwagata Ohger! Now with less yellow!

-"Oh, don't worry, you're fine! ...you just gotta learn how to lie first!"

-Jeremy intervenes once more.

-"The Spider is now a Man!"

-Knight! Knight! Tarantula Knight!

-"Oh~!"

-Pede Chainsaw...

-Okay, very cool robo design.

-Kaguragi doesn't even comment.

-"I'm weak to Family Matters... that Reginald VelJohnson could talk me into anything."

-Kaguragi can't cry. After all, Suzume isn't.

-"Worry not, my dear Prince..."

-OH

-Well goddamn, guess she's got quite the backbone.

-"It's all done, Lord Racules."

-Taking the initiative, huh?

-There's a lot to the silver-colored beetle.

-TINY RITA

-"I'M AN ABOMINATION! And I'm coming to your house after Schooooool~!"

-I wonder how expensive PreShabana gets?

-Rita struggles with their desire.

-"I will store it here then. I am awesome."

-Morphonia with the accidental ethical save.

-15 years...

-"Not tomorrow. I can't."

-Their first ever trial was a murder.

-Pulling a Phoenix Wright at the age of ten.

-I won't lie tho, she does give me big Franziska energy.

-That must be Siron.

-"A shitty husband broke both his Hippocratic Oath and his bond of marriage. That is and always will be the truth of the LS-47 incident."

-A 15 year old murder case with new evidence- Oh fuck, this is Ace Attorney!

-Back to work

-"This is to scawy for me."

-WHOA 5!?

-Jesus Christ, talk about inflating your kid's job resume for the market.

-...wish I could do that.

-Snow Elves!

-Ah yep, that's a Kaijim.

-"Well, that didn't work out. Oh well~"

-Poor Jeremy, he bought it too much.

-"What better for the world than peace?" Racules sneered.

-Moffun-less once more.

-"This was previously claimed as evidence. Please accept it back, Himeno."

-Poor butterfly.

-"Oh."

-"The Fury of the Gods... the LS-47 case. They may very well be inextricably linked."

-And away Rita walks.

-Pestes rex eris!

-Here comes Jeremy.

-God Scorpion's venom.

-No peace for us, I'm afraid.

-Karras is alive.

-She put a 10 year old in charge of an entire justice system. How... immeasurably competent is Rita?

-That is some insane planning.

-"Are you sure you want to put a fucking baby in charge?"

-"Take pride in your weakness."

-Regency doesn't exist in Tikyuu, I guess.

-Find your wife, king.

-Oh, battle time!

-OH

-Heterochromia, huh?

-Holy damn.

-"Ah don't worry :3"

-Guilty as charged.

-"No, no, you didn't fail~! You just... learned something important for us~"

-Oh hey, Jeremy.

-Got webs. Must be a retiarius.

-Cicada Blade!

-Premium Moffuns!

-Hewwo, Himeno

-"You gave me the benefit of the doubt."

-Moffun get

-"Thank you."

-Adorable :)

-Oh, we're done here then.

-Oh FUCK

-Hello, Racules.

-He's about to take a high dive off the deep end, isn't he?

-Well, that's gonna have to wait a little. I'll reconvene with you later-ish.