#how that was going to destroy cycling as a sport

[pinkpogiclub]

do you guys remember when last year they were all trying to convince us that soudal quick step and jumbo visma were gonna get merged together. what time to be alive that was

[enzenwriting]

7 days- without a week (1.1k words)

Jake sim x reader. #childhood friend to stranger #angst

Unfortunately, you’re stuck on a cliche “childhood best friend turned into crush” :( - but can you help it? It’s Jake Sim we’re talking about here.

You literally grew up with this silly boy- from nursery school to now- last year of your university. Despite having different interest and class majors, you both got in the same university and have the time to see each other in between. (How? You’ll never know🤷‍♀️)

Your crush in question is quite the entertainment amongst your friends. Not that you’re obnoxious with your gestures/feeling, but it’s no secret to anyone that you like Jake.

Jake has basketball practice after school? You take ice cream for him and his friends when you pass by the school store!

Jake’s favourite football and basketball team game is airing? yeah you’re watching that with Jake.

(And Jake brings your favourite snacks and cuddles too<3)

Your friends says you’re absolutely down bad for the boy, but you’d like to think you’re just affectionate in nature - it’s not like you don’t show affection towards your own friends too.

“Let me guess, your MBTI is an F?” - Jungwon first time meeting you. “No, I’m pre-T, cu-T-” y/n … shut up please

Anyway.

It’s not like Jake doesn’t return the affection half of the time? Man is touchy. Arms around your shoulders, biting your shoulder when he can’t win an argument with you and sharing food? (not that you mind…. You really don’t…. please continue…… forever)

“That’s because we’re best friends” He tells Sunghoon with a tsk when Hoon gets tired of third wheeling. The eyerollll he gets from Hoon every time fr is enough to say stfu.

The guys just want to *bonk* him. Wake up Sim!

You realise this cycle had been as what it had always been since you realise your feelings but you know enough not to push the boundaries between the two of you to make it awkward and destroy you friendship

So today isn’t really any different except Jake gets benched for a day because he wouldn’t shut up about fishing instead of practising. This is never good because Jake Sim is PASSIONATE about his hobbies and sports.

The team also has an important game in a couple of weeks so wasting this time on the bench very counterproductive.

You do you your daily visit, ready to share your snacks with Jake and the rest of the boys and that’s when you notice his small frown and bitten bottom lips.

“Jakey, you okay? Want to talk somewhere? ” You test the water because a moody Jake Sim is a land mine sometimes. it takes talking to get him out from his danger zone

“No” you’re not fazed at his abrupt answer but it breaks your heart to see him like this. He mumbles something along of “I’m fine” but nonetheless your stubborn self didn’t believe him. His happiness was your happiness, after all.

“Come on Jakey, let’s go somewhere to talk-“

“Oooh baby Jakey, talk to your girlfriend to calm your ass down. Maybe you can cuddle it out right girlfriend?” One of the guy yells across the court, laughing boisterously.

“Come on guys, it’s not like that. We’re not dating” you respond, trying to dismay the guys not to provoke Jake further.

��Yet!” Heeseung winks. “You’ve got to try harder y/n!”

“I guess” you whispered, just wanting them to lose interest at both of your business and focus on cheering Jake at the very moment.

You sigh, look falling towards Jake when all too sudden, you feel his fingers arms around your forearm, quietly dragging you out of the court and a couple of room away from the place.

“What was that bout?” he exclaimed, voice barely above whispered, a slight growl evident in his deep voice.

“What are you talking bout?” you raised your brow, tugging on the sleeves of your hoodie nervously as you feel the tension between the two of you.

“Don’t act dumb y/n. You know what you were doing with all the girlfriend talk and trying to be more than what we are”

“Is it that bad to try? I care about you as friend too. My intentions aren’t all motivated by trying to be more than that.” Your attempt to explain yourself was futile when Jake interupts you

“What fuck y/n? You know I hate it when you talk about trying to be more than my friend!”

“I didn’t start it! I didn’t even mean just that too! I’m trying to make you feel better-“

“Still!!” He exclaimed and you can see the frustration in his expressions. “You ran with it and you’re motivating them”

“I just thought… I thought it would shut them up”

“Well you thought wrong” Jake ran his hand through his hair in frustration, backing away from you. “You have no idea how it feels to have your friend and strangers constantly nagging you to do and what not to do!”

“Jakey, you should just accept poor y/n’s feelings! don’t reject her so much! You two are definitely more than friends!!” He mimicked comments you’ve heard many times from others too. His voice was getting deeper as words kept coming out. His fists were clenching every second. The image of the golden puppy boy was gone. “I’ms tired of it, y/n!” he yelled.

“I’m sick and tired of you constantly forcing me to act like a couple!” You held your breath, trying to stay strong at Jake’s eyes starring straight into yours coldly. His finger poking, pointing towards you. “It’s so fucking annoying to have your own best friend push and whine every single day of your life. No matter how many times I fucking turn you down as gently as possible but your stubborn self couldn’t see how annoying this whole thing is for me. I call you best friend every day for heaven sakes!”

You felt your chest tighten with every passing second, you felt like you were bout to burst. Second after seconds, Jake felt very unfamiliar and the situation felt like a nightmare. Not until the following words woke you up in this reality and shattered your remaining resolve

“I don’t like you like that and I never fucking will. I mean it y/n”

Without a second wasted, you slipped out of Jake’s presence and jogged of the stairs, trying to keep your tears in. You felt like your heart had been crushed into pieces. A heart break without the love.

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an/ scream for part 2!!!! because I just broke my own heart with this🤣💔🫵 . Sorry I got too carried away but Jake was VERY mean on this wtf!!!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 : 7 days masterlist

[ninyard]

Came here from your in universe tweets posts and have just realised you're also Irish.

What are your thoughts on Kevin Day seeming so American through and through? I personally wish Nora had given him an accent or something seeing as he was raised by his Irish single mam. Like I kinda wish there had been some cultural differences there even if it was done badly.

However I think Nora was very on point with the fact that if somebody was going to make a very violent stickball sport it would be an Irish person.

I don't know anybody IRL who's read aftg and I would love to hear somebody else's thoughts on Kevin's Irish heritage lol

I wrote these silly little hcs about Kevin’s childhood in Ireland but a lot of that is kind of dependent on Kevin having had more of a childhood in Ireland (which I don’t think happened but I haven’t got a clue what the timeline of Kayleigh being in Ireland to Kevin being born is tbh)

Personally I wish Kev was a little more Irish and I also think the Irish mammy thing would’ve had a HUGE influence on him (again depending how old he was when she died). She would’ve been his best friend if he’d grown up with her. Also the internalising of his problems is VERY typical of an Irish man but I’d like to imagine Kayleigh tried to break the cycle of that mentality in sons/first born sons and it was destroyed by the Moriyama’s.

Things I would maybe like Kevin to have/do:

- just a little bit of an accent. On certain words, or if he’s drunk or tired, or if he’s speaking with an Irish person, his accent QUADRUPLES in intensity.

- burns in the sun SO EASILY but also wears shorts when it’s barely even hot at all

- he drinks tea when it’s cold because it’s comforting and it reminds him of his mam. It’s the one indulgence he allows himself because she took her tea sweet so he heaps two teaspoons in when he feels like he needs a hug

- I’ve mentioned it before somewhere but I believe that Kayleigh was from the west, from a gaeltacht area and spoke fluent Irish, and raised Kevin to be bilingual until she passed, and he never continued and honestly probably forgot it. He remembers little words here and there but really not much at all.

- right after he graduates he spends an entire summer in Ireland before he starts with his pro team. It’s a silly decision for his exy career really because he could use all of the professional practice he can get, but he needs it. He goes back to Ireland and visits all of these places he doesn’t remember, the places where Kayleigh grew up and took kev when he was a baby. Maybe his grandparents are still alive, and his grandfather plays hurling with him, and they speak to him in Irish, and he spends the summer learning and just relaxing and reconnecting with his roots. Maybe his grandmother has a box of Kayleigh’s old things and for the first time in his life he holds something belonging to his mam other than his letter. Her jersey with her original IRE National Court number on it from the Olympics just a few years before she died, and some photos he’d never seen before. I’d really love for him to just be able to know his mam better somehow. I feel like he deserves it!!!

(He comes back with the most obnoxious Irish American accent after that summer and he gets ROASTED for it. But he doesn’t care, because he feels so much closer to his mam having spent that much time at home)

I am CERTAIN that Kayleigh was inspired to create Exy by watching hurling. There’s no way she wasn’t. Exy is the bastard sport of lacrosse, hockey AND hurling.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Let's talk about the insane idea promoted by the hero society that self-sacrificing and sadness is better than hurting others and feeling rage. Or in other words, how dying for other and repressing your feelings even if they destroy you is better than becoming violent and letting your rage affect the course of the daily basis.

For the hero society, submissive individuals were better. Depressed as in being unable to act was better. Passive behavior was better. It's easier to feel pity and hold some mourning for the victims before moving on as if nothing happened.

Take Deku. If he had died by suicide only a few would care. He was an unimportant quirkless kid with no real potential to be a hero. Or if he had died saving Bakugo he would have become a martyr, a quirkless kid who got to be a hero for a day before tragically dying. The end.

That is why Aizawa is mad with All Might when he sees Deku. He could have died in the UA entrance test, it was impressive but what about Deku's life. That's also what Recovery Girl told All Might in the UA Sport Festival. That's what Deku needed to learn when he started using kicks instead of punches. Self-sacrificing shouldn't be idolized by the hero society. Ultimately, it is murder in the hands of the authorities who enforce such idea.

Take the League of Villains.

Ugly victims don't get help.

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Ask Tenko. Walking alone on a busy street, with blood on his hands and eyes totally lost. No one helped him. He was not a cute kid crying like Eri, he was monstrous like. His accident was not one caused by a victim. It was the abuse of his father and tje unfortunate awakening of his quirk that ended with him murdering his entire family.

If he had stayed sitting silently, unable to weep or talk or cry, he would have died and no one would have known. Society would be happy because there's no Shigaraki Tomura, right?

Touya died on a forest fire and life moved on. His dad became even more abusive and reached the number one spot on the hero charts. Like the past never happened.

Toga's neglected childhood pushed her to the point she exploded and drank the blood of someone, but because she was already a monster like looking child, she wad regarded as a danger and his parents erased her presence from their house. If she had died on the streets or gotten captured, people would just think "good, one less psycho, we can keep going with our days".

Visually, it's easier to sympathize with a crying victim full of sadness and wounds. Some animal instinct of who knows. I don't. BUT it's way harder to sympathize with someone who shows their hurt by being very disruptive, loud, angry, violent. Especially if they can't cry, singe people equals crying to regret or pain. If someone is unable to cry, there must be something wrong with them.

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The League of Villains goal in the narrative at the beginning of bnha is less Stain-like (there are a few bad apples in the basket we need to purge and everything will be good again) and more of Shigaraki's own ideology: society is rotten to the bone, even the greatest of heroes is corrupted and the cycle of violence is being used by the hero society as an excuse to control the public.

Funny. It was not a lie. With Lady Nagant's story and even with Hawk's we were witnesses of how the hero society was indeed rotten. And we saw a few paragraphs above why All Might was part of the corruption, if with good intentions, but still an important part of it.

There are two main responses to trauma in bnha. The hero society prefers the one that doesn't make them look bad.

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So, what's the kick?

What happened with the League of Villains would have happened eventually with any other group of individuals. It was a natural reaction to a failed system, one AFO took advantage of in order to further his plans.

There was the Meta Liberation Army, where many or his members were pro-heroes btw. There was the situation with Overhaul and the whole issue with the quirk repressing drug. You had Aoyama, the hospital full of kids Touya woke up to, etc.

In order for a change to happen, a reactive factor was needed. Individuals who were not afraid to threat the commodities of the population, their peace of mind, people willing to ne disturbing and people able to shake the hero society foundations. It's not coincidence that those individuals were the same victims who, after being passive for so long, decided peace was not an option.

Am I justifying the actions of the League and blaming everything on the heroes ? No, I'm not.

Killing is killing. Murder is murder. We're not going machiavelli on here and saying they had no other choice (both heroes and villains).

What I'm saying is that both sides were equally right and wrong. Many heroes and villains got used by bigger players in the game. Ultimately the fight started being between the institutions of power around the world and AFO. In Japan, it was the Hero Commission.

Like in any other war, many heroes and villains killed each other thinking it was the right thing to do in order to help society reach higher ground, get better, heal, be safe, whatever. Brainwashed for sure, loyal to a cause that's not loyal to them.

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The kick is in balance.

You can't take the blame of other actions and punish yourself for it. You can't make others responsible of your own actions either. You shouldn't be putting your life above others and you shouldn't be putting their lives below you.

Learning to separate the responsibilities, to notice the shades in which anger and sadness mix, to be able to say "we all matter equally" and know it means a victim can be an abuser too and deserves help as much as they should be hold accountable for. These are the struggles of bnha.

Good communication to avoid mindless violence.

There's where Deku and Tomura meet, in the middle of those lines. There's where Shoto and Dabi meet, where Toga and Ochako meet.

The Messiahs vs The Judas, assigned a role to play by society, either die or be killed tragically. The moment they can shed of those roles and see each other as human beings, that's the moment things will start changing for good.

[whxre-bxby]

I just finished reading your fic "Cursed By Blue" (AND IM SO IN LOVE, fr marry me 💍) and i was hoping you could make a different version but with Ja and Prager?

I KNEW this was coming LMAO (let's go on a honeymoon) here you go <3

"Cursed By Blue" 2.0

f. Recom Y/N x Recom Prager x Recom Ja

(I can't find a gif of Ja) heartbreak hotel

"Cursed By Blue"1. Masterlist

Summary: The recom team is out on another mission, exploring the woods in search of Sully. However, the ladies become inconvenienced by a certain seasonal feeling they didn’t expect. It hits Y/n the hardest and it’s not long before the others understand what’s happening. While everyone fights their instincts, the only option Y/N sees available is to run. 

WARNINGS: SMUT, force with consent, predator/prey, heat fucking, heat cycles, penetration, unprotected sex, breeding kink, quickie, Z-Dog absolutely destroying everyone

Word Count: 4555

We were nearing the weekend. Not that that affected us. Lyle told me it was Friday today and I was surprised because I had completely lost track of time. But it didn’t really matter what day it was because we didn’t get time off anyway. Finding Jake was our number one priority and no breaks other than sleep were allowed. 

So here we were again, walking deeper into the forest of Pandora. It had just passed lunch time and we were here since early morning. 

No one was tired though, not yet. We weren’t allowed to be either. 

Today also happened to be warmer than usual so I wasn't wearing my usual long-sleeved attire and pants. I dressed like Walker usually did, in a sports bra and shorts. She and Z-Dog decided to wear tank tops like most of the others. 

The forest grew quieter the more we distanced ourselves from the RDA base and the city. Soon, we could only hear the wind blowing between the leaves and the distant calls of animals. That and our heavy footsteps. 

The Colonel and Lyle started the day off by leading us into the woods. As the hours passed by, the line mixed since everyone had a different walking pace and now it was Z-Dog and me leading at the front. Walker was close behind. 

I had been excessively drinking for the last 30-45 minutes and I wasn’t sure why. Z-Dog glanced over at me when she saw me reach for another water bottle. 

“That’s your third one already. Are you okay”? She asks, watching me gulp it down. I swallow most of the water and inhale sharply, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. 

“I don’t know.” I say, gasping for air. “Maybe I’m dehydrated?” 

“Don’t think so, we always drink the same amount and I’m fine.” Z-Dog says. We continue walking for a while longer in silence, thinking. Then Z reaches for her water and starts drinking it like she’s been running. 

I laugh a little but seeing her drink made me feel thirsty again. 

I reach for my water only to notice I have a few drops left. I down the remaining liquid and hold the bottle to my head. It seemed to be getting really warm. 

Turning around, I open my mouth and want to say something to Walker only to see her finishing her own bottle of water. I look behind me fully and no one else is drinking. 

“What. The. Fuck.” I say, feeling genuinely confused. Walker looks up at me with water drizzling down her chin and Z turns around. 

I wheeze and Z laughs and we wait for Walker to catch up so we can walk together. 

“Do you have any water left?” I ask her, knowing we at the front drank ours. 

“No, that was my last bottle.” she says and I notice how heavy my breathing is becoming. 

“Wait, you ran out too?” she asks and Z-Dog scoffs. 

“Yeah, been drinkin’ like we ran a marathon.” she says and I nod.

“I’ll ask the others.” I say before turning around and seeing Mansk behind me.

“Can I have some of your water?” I ask, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. Compared to us, Mansk is not sweating at all. He’s wearing his usual long-sleeved jacket over his tank top. 

The man glances up at me and his eyebrows furrow for a split second before he nods and hands one of his bottles over. 

“You ran out already?” he asks while I open it and drink about half. 

I wipe my mouth again, closing my eyes for a second and nodding. “Yeah.” I breathe out. “Thanks.” I say, handing it back to him. 

“Y’ alright?” he asks again taking the bottle back and I nod, not thinking much of it. Mansk doesn’t seem convinced. 

Ja overheard our conversation and sped up his walk to catch up to us. When Mansk noticed his presence he seemed a little relieved. 

“Is she okay?” he asks his colleague. Ja was the medic of the group so he would know. He took a glance at me and also thought of what I suggested. 

“Did you drink enough?” he asks me and I nod. 

“Yeah, I drank all my water and some of Mansk’s.” I scoff, wiping sweat from my forehead again. 

Ja presses the back of his hand against my cheek and then my forehead. 

“Shit, you’re burning up.” he said, scanning over me. 

I was feeling extremely warm. My skin felt like it was burning and my clothes suddenly felt tight and restrictive.

In front of us, Z-Dog and Walker are discussing something. 

Ja felt up my arm and checked my pulse while we were walking and Mansk stayed on my other side in case I was in fact not okay.

“Yeah, somethin’s definitely not right.” Ja announces to us, not quite sure how to help me. Mansk has his eyebrows furrowed, examining my behaviour. 

“They have it too.” I say, pointing at Z-Dog and Walker who now turn around. Walker is grimacing a little and Z looks worried. 

Mansk’s and Ja’s heads look up at them and they notice that they are breathing heavily and sweating just like me. Ja also takes note of the empty bottles in their hands. 

“Everthin’ okay up there?” the Colonel calls. It seems as though the others have noticed the small commotion and the medical check-up. 

Ja turns around, rubbing the back of his head. 

“Uh- no sir not really.” he calls back, stopping in his tracks to wait for Quaritch so that he can explain. Mansk and I keep walking and he watches me intently as I break out into a type of pant. My ears are pinned back and my tail is wildly flicking around behind me. My eyelids also happen to suddenly grow heavy and I keep them half-lidded. 

What snaps me out of my haze is Z calling my name. 

“Hey, Y/N come over here for a sec.” she says, turning around. Walker is running her hand down her face in what looks like frustration. 

I nod, jogging over and leaving Mansk behind. He’s still watching me, trying to make sense of what’s happening.

Neither Z nor Walker looks like they feel like joking around anymore.

“Have you read the manual?” she asks and it takes me a few seconds to realise she means the Na’vi Body data. 

“Yeah, of course, we had to.” I say, trying to play it cool. She raises an eyebrow and I sigh. 

“I stopped once I reached the shit about plants. It got boring.” I say and she nods, knowing damn well she didn’t read further than that either. 

“Walker read it, and it said somethin’ ‘bout a heat cycle.” Z says and I glance at Walker. 

“Yeah… we’re not dehydrated. I remember the symptoms. It’s happening right now.” Walker says, scanning my reddened face. 

“Does it burn?” Z asks and my ears perk forward for once, being relieved from the tense strain I kept them in the past half hour. 

“Everything burns.” I say. 

“You know what I mean.” she adds and I groan in frustration too. 

“Yeah.” I mumble. I can’t deny the heat that’s been forming between my legs. I tried ignoring it but it grew worse. 

“Do you feel, like-” Z says, gasping for air herself. “...uncontrollably horny?” she asks with a light laugh and Walker smirks. 

I have no shame admitting anything in front of them so I chuckle and answer. “More like painfully horny.” 

They laugh a little, struggling to even out their breathing. 

“We need to distance ourselves from them.” Walker says, glancing over her shoulder. “Especially you Y/N you seem to have it bad.” she chuckles, motioning to my panting self. “Otherwise we’re done for and this squad will no longer be as professional.” 

My eyes widen. “Wait- you’re joking right? It’ll go away like tomorrow. How would they know about this if we don’t tell them?” I ask and Walker opens her mouth to answer but before she can, my answer is handed to me differently. 

“You smell that?” someone says behind us. My heart stops pounding for a second. Right our new senses have us picking up more. 

“These cursed blue bitches.” I swear and Z breathily laughs, seeming to know how screwed we are. She’s passed the stage of denial and is now accepting our fate. 

We turn around and notice that Lyle was talking to Prager. Prager nodded and they stopped walking. Mansk had also stopped in his tracks, turning to them. Behind them, Ja, Quaritch, Brown, Lopez and the remaining team catch up and everyone comes to a halt. 

Quaritch walks between them and deeply inhales. He looks around, noticing how his soldiers are smelling what he is too. 

I feel my heart slowly drop and I hold on to Z-Dog for some comfort. All three of us are watching them, dreading their reaction. 

“What is it?” Lopez asks. 

“No idea, but it’s fuckin’ great.” Lyle chuckles and my breath catches in my throat.

 It seems to affect them too. As Lyle inhales, his own tail is swishing around behind him and his muscles flex. He’s growing restless and the recom’s are looking at their Colonel for an answer or instructions. 

My heart seems to stop beating when I see Ja turn to me. Prager’s gaze meets mine as well and it’s so intimidating which is unlike both of them. They’re watching my every movement and I take a step back, my grip on Z’s arm tightening.

“Oh fuck.” I whisper while barely moving my lips. I feel a little hazy again and start leaning against Z-Dog. She sighs looking more pissed than worried and catches me, trying to keep me upright. 

The soldiers follow Ja’s, Prager’s and the Colonel’s eyes and notice us standing a bit further away. 

“It ain’t dehydration, I can tell ya that.” Quaritch says, referring to Ja’s hypothesis of what might be happening. Seems like he read the manual too. 

The stupid excitement in my stomach has grown so big it’s making me feel sick. And all their eyes on us have me more nervous. 

"Do we kill them or ourselves?" Walker asks, not liking any of this.

“Can we leave?” I whisper to Z and she nods, staring down the others as if they would move when she looks away. 

“Yeah, come on.” she says, guiding me forwards. I take a wobbly step, almost stumbling. 

Walking won’t do it. I have so much adrenaline coursing through my veins I want to run away. 

I glance back, noticing everyone’s tense poses. Their eyes follow our every move, making them seem almost predatory. My only instinct now is to run. 

Z gives me a push and my legs take off. I start running and hear Walker and Z-Dog do the same behind me. There’s a commotion happening behind them and the next time I glance behind me, everyone is chasing after us. 

It was a miserable escape attempt, to be honest. We were already so out of breath compared to them, we really didn’t make it far. 

Z caught up to me because she was not affected by the heat as much as me. 

Within the next few seconds, I was tackled to the ground, luckily hitting the soft grass. I fall with a shriek and when I look up I see Z-Dog made it a little further but she’s down now too. 

I felt bodyweight on my back and a hand wrapped around the back of my neck. I couldn’t move. Z-Dog could and the man that pushed her was getting a beating right now. She wasn’t having any of it.

I cry out, feeling uncomfortable in this position. My chest was pressed into the ground and I was struggling to breathe. 

The feeling and the effects of the scent the recom’s picked up had everyone acting on their primal instincts. Most common sense was gone as their new bodies seemed to be overpowered by the will of nature. 

The scent had the soldiers feel just as worked up as the heat cycle did. Instinctively, they ran after the ‘potential mate’ they felt most attracted to because that was Eywa’s will. 

I couldn’t say anything, I felt completely overwhelmed and somehow, submitting to him felt like the right thing to do. My right mind would never let this happen but I couldn’t think of anything else but finding some relief in this agonising feeling. My body longed for this. 

“Shh- it’s alright.” A voice from above me cooed. “Just stop movin’.” 

My eyes shoot wide open and I recognise that it’s Ja. His hands found mine, and he held them together behind my back while leaning forward and speaking close to my ear. 

Another pair of heavy footsteps come to a halt close to me and I see how a weapon is thrown to the ground on my left. 

Ja is straddling me, keeping a knee on my lower back to pin me down while he removes the heavy medical equipment from his back. 

I whine and struggle beneath him again but this time his hand catches my jaw, holding my face still and making me look forwards. He leans down, pressing his face against the side of my head. 

“I know how to help you, princess. Quit the movin’.” he told me, almost snarling his words. 

Next to us I hear a shout of pain and see how Z-Dog has fought a man to the ground. At least she was going to be fine. Ja turns my head away from her, not wanting me to get any ideas from her. 

“Fuck- we really doin’ this?” Another person says and I realise Prager is here too. 

“Shut up and help me out here.” Ja replies, growing restless and impatient. 

The shouting in the distance is increasing and I hear Walker and Z-Dog just demolishing things while the Colonel is yelling and getting angry that equipment is being destroyed. 

Both Prager and Ja’s head’s shoot over to the commotion and they exchange looks. 

A gunshot suddenly makes me flinch and I want to turn my head to see what the actual fuck is happening but Ja doesn’t let me. 

Without hesitating another second, Ja moves off of me and both men hurl me to my feet, quickly dragging me behind a tree. I’m being pulled backwards so I finally get a small glimpse of the action and I notice that something has been set on fire. Looking at what I think are Z-Dog and Walker, I notice how they’ve put the fire between themselves and the others. There was too much going on. 

Suddenly I was being pushed down again and I landed on my knees. Prager and Ja had pulled me away from the others just enough to get some type of privacy. 

The last thing either of the men wanted was one of the others interfering with you. 

I move forwards, staying on my knees but leaning against one of my arms that I now placed on the ground. My free one wrapped around my middle section and I continued to pant. The sensations I felt were so odd. My body seemed to be buzzing and I was overwhelmed. 

Prager and Ja were hastily removing their vests and other equipment, knowing they didn’t have all day and they were not going to waste this opportunity. 

Footsteps jog over to me and Ja lands on his knees in front of me. I look up and see that his torso is bare. With the current state I’m in I can’t help but stare. 

He smirks, cupping my flushed cheek and making me look up at his face. 

“That’s right baby, you’ll get what you want.” he said. Since he was a medic, he had to know everything about the Na’vi body and he knew very well what I needed now. 

My eyes widen at his words as I can only imagine what he means. He chuckles and looks at his friend. 

“Ain’t that right, Prager?”

“Fuckin’ right.” Prager answers and moments later I hear a thud on the ground behind me. He too dropped to his knees and I heard him unbuckling his belt. Ja swiped a strand of hair from my face, brushing it back before smiling. We locked eyes again and he mirrored Prager’s actions, opening and removing his belt with one hand, making me swallow nervously. 

“You want this, don’t you baby?” Ja asked, making sure he and Prager were good to go. I nod, letting out another impatient whine while my fingers tug at the waistband of his pants. 

Ja chuckles, nodding at Prager before opening his pants. I watch with parted lips, not even noticing the drool leaking down the side of my mouth. 

Hands are around my waist and my own pants are being tugged down my legs. Prager pulls them off, throwing them to the side and rubbing over all of the newly exposed skin. He rested his hand on my ass, squeezing the flesh before pulling my panties to the side. His hand wrapped around my tail, lifting it into the air so that my wet cunt was exposed to him.

I shiver when the cool breeze hits my hot skin. Prager hums approvingly, tracing his fingers around my core before sliding his thumb through my folds. 

“Y/N?” Prager says from behind me and I look over my shoulder, seeing he discarded his pants. “Ready?” he asks, wanting to make sure I was still okay. 

I nod my head, breathily saying ‘yes’ because I was out of breath. To make it clear to him I push my hips back, pressing them right up against him. I feel his bare thighs press up against the back of mine and his now free dick is resting between my ass cheeks. 

“Fuckin’ hell…” he curses under his breath and Ja scoffs, wanting some attention too. 

I face forwards again, looking up at Ja who pulled his pants halfway down his thighs, revealing his own length to me. My eyes grow wide and I look at him to make sure I can touch him. 

He tangles his fingers into the hair on the back of my head, edging me closer to him until my hot breath is hitting his skin.

My tail wraps around Prager’s slim waist, pulling him further into me to encourage him to finally do something. He doesn’t need to be told twice. 

Ja’s eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are slightly parted as he watches me and I take the hint. I open my mouth and stick out my saliva-covered tongue, licking around the base of his throbbing erection. His body shudders in excitement while he inhales sharply, tucking in his bottom lip between his teeth. 

I smile at him before moving my tongue further up his dick until I reached his tip. It’s where he’s the most sensitive. It’s also the area I will devote most of my attention to. 

Prager pulled his hips back a bit, his right hand tightly gripping my waist while his left lined up his pulsing cock with my hole. 

Slowly, he pushed his hips forward, watching with lust-darkened eyes how the head of his dick was being engulfed by me.

I close my eyes and moan while keeping my lips attached to Ja’s length. His breathing stuttered unevenly as he felt the vibrations soar through him and then he let his head fall back once my lips wrapped around his tip. 

I sucked on it, keeping my ears perked forward to catch every noise he made. He cursed while looking up at the sky, before watching me work my way down him.

I swirled my tongue around his tip and then pushed myself further down. He already hit the back of my mouth but I decided to not stop there because I only had half of him in my mouth. 

His fingers tightened in my hair but he didn’t push me down further. Ja let me go at my own pace, he just needed to grab onto something to keep him grounded. 

Prager had now pushed all the way in and it immediately felt good. I was finally full. My eyes fluttered closed as I spread my legs further apart for him, arching my back to see if he could go deeper. 

He was hypnotised by my inviting movements and realised how my desperate attempts for more made him even harder. 

Luckily, Prager didn’t keep me waiting and soon found a steady pace. 

I was being nudged forwards with each thrust of Prager’s hips and thereby moved my head up and down Ja’s dick. I inhaled deeply through my nose, closing my eyes to concentrate as I pushed my head down further down him. 

Ja’s eyes turned from watching me half-closed to being unable to look away. He was surprised by how much of him you were able to take and it made his dick twitch in your mouth. Fuck, how did he only realise now how perfect you were?

Prager’s hips snap forward more suddenly this time, rocking me further forward so that my nose hits Ja’s abdomen while his dick is down my throat. Ja’s mouth is hanging open and he moans once he bottoms out. 

“Holy shit-” he curses through clenched teeth as he fights his body and tries his absolute best not to spill just yet. “Didn’t know you could take it all.” he breathes out, trying to calm his panting. I hum in response, pulling back before pushing down all the way again. Ja’s muscles flex as his body floods with waves of pleasure. 

Prager is pulling my hips back against his now, every time he thrusts into me and with my further spread legs, he hits my sweet spot at a new angle, managing to plunge himself deeper into me. 

I moan around Ja, going weak in the arms for a second and he curses. 

“Shit. Whatever you’re doin’ Prager-” he groans, clenching his eyes closed. “Don’t stop.” 

Prager nods with a grin, relishing in the feeling of your warm walls tightly hugging him. He also takes note of the slick slowly running down your thighs. The sight turned him on so much he couldn’t wait to cum deep inside you. The way you started rocking into him indicated you were close so he was glad he wouldn’t have to restrain himself for too long.

Ja was so close to losing it, shivering and groaning every time your face pressed against his lower stomach. 

I decided to take it up a notch and hollowed my cheeks around him each time I pushed forward. This way I was creating a strong suction, not letting his dick escape my mouth when I pulled back. His tip always stayed in my mouth. 

Suddenly Ja whimpered, making my ears shoot forward.

He threw his head back moaning “Fuck, fuck fuck-” and couldn’t stop his hand from pushing your head down him as far as possible. His hips bucked forwards and he stilled while his entire body tensed and he released his load deep down your throat. 

The way you hollowed your cheeks made him cum instantly, loving the feeling of how you sucked him dry. 

Prager’s huffing turned into groans and growls as he dug his fingertips into my hips, rutting into me like there was no tomorrow. 

I swallow all of Ja’s cum and he releases my hair, sitting back on his knees and breathing heavily. I gently pull back from him, letting out a small cough before licking away any remaining cum on his dick. He watched me with soft eyes, almost falling in love at the sight. 

Prager moans, letting his head hang down for a second as he leans over my back and wraps both arms around my waist. His head is resting in the crook of my neck while his chest is pressed up against my back and his hips continue their brutal pace. Our skin slaps against each other and I know my ass is going to be red or at least a shade of purple by the time we are done.

I’m finally so close to my own high that I curl my fingers in the grass, pushing my ass further into the air so that he can access my cunt better. 

Prager doesn’t stop ploughing into me and continues the bruising pace while the sweat on our bodies mixes. 

“Prager-” I moan, closing my eyes. “I’m so- close.” 

His deep voice growls into my ear when he hears the words, making him speed up his thrusts even more. 

“Cum for us. C’mon.” he breathes, encouraging me as he feels his own high near him. 

I cry out and suddenly I’m pushed over the edge. My pussy clenches around Prager’s dick as he rides out my orgasm which leaves my arms and legs shaking. 

His hips stutter and once I’ve come down from my high, he bites down into my shoulder and buries himself as deep into me as possible. His cum shoots into me, filling me up while my now sensitive pussy throbs around him. 

His hot breath coming from his nose is fanning against my shoulder which he gently releases from his bite. Prager looks down at it, not quite sure why he felt the need to do that.

“You okay?” he whispers, nuzzling his face into my neck and awaiting a response. 

I nod, inhaling deeply. “Yeah. Much better.” 

Ja chuckles and Prager smiles before pushing himself off of me and gently pulling out. 

He leans back, examining how his semen is drizzling out of my cum stuffed cunt. 

“That’s stayin’ there.” He said, fingering it back in with his fingers. I gasp, biting down on my teeth. Ja rubs my attacked shoulder, wiping some blood away with his thumb in an attempt to soothe me a little while Prager puts my panties on, making sure most of his cum was still inside me. 

They dressed me first which I appreciated, helping me back into my pants before they clothed themselves. While they were getting dressed I just lay on the forest floor, going over what just happened. 

At least I was no longer burning up. I was sure it would come back but it was solved for now. 

They walk over to me, gently but effortlessly heaving me to my feet and both of them chuckle when my legs tremble. 

“Don’t worry, we got you.” Prager said, wrapping an arm around my waist and helping me walk again. 

When we returned to the others, the ground was a mess. The fire had been put out but a soldier which Z had probably hit was sitting on the ground with a cooling blue pack over their eye. Seems like Fike got the worst beating. 

They were all sitting on the ground and the Colonel was walking by them, making them fix all the equipment that had been broken. 

We were glad not to be a part of that and managed to rejoin them without raising suspicion. Everyone was distracted so they didn’t notice me struggling to stand and Ja and Prager refusing to leave my side. 

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So what is your opinion on fanfictions where Blake parnets are swingers. To be clear there no cheating or sercets they tell each other everything. I like the idea because I imagine that the Faunas and the LGBTQ+ have to work together at some point to get rights in Rement instead the creators just saying Homophobia doesn't exist. I thing it has both sexy and interesting potential. Sorry this isn't a writing promt. Unless you can get something out of this then please do what you want.

Don't apologize for not sending in a Writing prompt! I love conversation!

I love The Idea of open relationships in Faunus Culture! Genuinely, I understand why CRWBY did what they did with the faunus plotline, which doesn't justify it's many failings, just to say I get it.

I would appreciate if we got more information on Faunus Culture(S)

Which is part of the reasons why I'm writing the Sharc AU.

I want to know what Culture was destroyed, forgotten, twisted because of Humans fighting with Faunus.

Show me Tidal Faunus that lean heavily into the idea that the whole village is a family, where 'Marriage' is a concept only recently introduced by Humans.

I want to hear about the Panther Faunus that once ruled large chunks of Anima, with their legion of Arthropods, primates, and other Jungle Dweller Faunus, and their connections to their wild, dense homes.

Scavenger-Faunus that preform ritualistic cannibalism as death rites to further the Cycles of Life, and forever carry a piece of them.

I feel like someone with more extensive Knowledge on Indigenous peoples could write a compelling character around the idea of being Two-Spirit and how that may affect Aura - Because there is literally someone with two souls inside him, so whose to say Oscar's the only one?

Faunus with high rates of intersexism, and ones that naturally transition in Females (Like clownfish) or get more masculine as they age (Like Peahens losing their brown coloration) Faunus that go through Parthenogenesis!

Humans, as a species, have relatively low sexual Dimorphism. The bone structure of Males to Females is next to none, especially when compared to practically any other animal.

Most others have baculum, some males are fucking tiny compared to females like anglerfish.

There is, notably, a difference in ability - Blake has better hearing than her teammates, Ilia can camoflage better than any one else, prehensile tails are useful.

It was never going to be a perfect allegory for real world things when there was notable differences in functional biological endeavours - to the point where Splatoon did racism better the RWBY.

So embrace that Difference.

Show me how the differences between cultures based on how their physical traits and their environs.

Courting rituals that involve finding and retrieving certain foods to prove that you love someone enough to endanger yourself for their happiness, sports that can only be done with Claws or Fangs, dances that need the dancer to have a prehensile tail.

The limits are near boundless. It all depends on your knowledge, Imagination, and Confidence.

So yeah. I like the Idea of Faunus working with LGBTQ+.

And also the Idea that Ghira and Kali are Swingers, whether or not that comes from their 'original' culture,or if they're just like that.

[wingingitonwheels]

Getting there…November 2024

Wohoo!!! Here we go again!

1017 days. That’s the last time I sat at Heathrow Terminal 5, when I sacked my employers, jumped in the car and bolted to South America on a wing and a prayer. The drama filled days that preceded that trip are happily behind me. What a holiday, cos let’s face it, that’s what it was! I came home 131 days later, still having no clue what I’d do next. I always promised myself that having chosen to be a young mum, I’d do what most people do when the fledglings had flown. So that’s what I did!

As my next career plan hadn’t yet solidified, I started a job in the autumn of 2022 was as pants as the previous, only a different colour, style and fabric, but pants nonetheless. I had another soul-destroying 3-month notice period inflicted on me, and on finishing, had the long-anticipated bi-compartmental knee replacement to rebalance the metal in me, became a freelance consultant, resumed my sports and remedial therapy business and tried to adapt to a new world where cycling no longer featured.

I still have the same number of teeth but I have replaced the metal in that tooth with 4 different kinds of implants in my knee. My jaw has collapsed and I am very much looking forward to a Hannibal Lecter mouthguard when I get home. I have a fracture in my left metacarpal sustained after a freak bullseye hit from an industrial sized luggage strap buckle on it before an event. And luckily, what felt like a popped rib, sustained after my regular daily session of Greco-Roman Wrestling has calmed down. As caring about the weight of my bike and bags is no longer a topic of discussion (I am no longer fast and light, rather slow and heavy) I’ve bought with me hoarded drugs of all kinds and around 200 needles to get stuck into should the urge take me. Otherwise, not much has changed!

The body is an amazing pile of cells. It’s 8 months since I last cried about my knee, whilst it seems it will always hurt and never be good, it probably won’t get any better and hopefully won’t get any worse. On balance, there’s plenty of awful things that happen to people and in terms of knees, I’m just the first in a long line of my network who are likely to be getting similar at some point. The knee now marks my 12th operation since 2006! Still just about standing 😄

Which leads me to here. I’m sat in São Paulo, watching the world go by at Aeroporto Internacional de Guarulhos on a dull and wet day, only different from home because it’s warmer and people are not speaking English. Later today, I’ll lie in my apartment and listen to the tropical birds as they serenade each other. This is, after all, right on the edge of the Amazon (i like to think so anyway!). I’ll make a friend of my taxi driver again, this time, Rodriguez, and this time I’ll attempt pigeon Portuguese. He’ll tell me how the roads are flooded and the F1 Grand Prix was delayed. Keane will play on the radio and I’ll tell him I sat next to their producer and that the whole band and entourage were on my flight. Ace!

I stink, as I’ve been dragging round my adventure steed for nearly 24 hours. Martini’s a titanium adventure bike and much to my disgust, has a pannier rack and panniers (Olive and Espresso) tucked away in the mountain bike cardboard box which adorns her, covered in “FRAGILE” tape and weighing in at 22.5kg fully loaded. I upsized her tyres from 32 to 35, then 38 and finally 42c. They now weigh a massive 518 grams each! My additional travel companions are here too: there’s my old faithfuls, my Antler Star Wars Suitcase (think storm trooper) and Monkey 2, my old backpack which has come with me to Greece, across the Americas and around Wales. They’ll both shortly meet their maker as the bike box is cut into little pieces, at the point when I finally will have figured out where I’m going to begin this adventure. It’s fair to say that this trip, I am completely self-sufficient to the point I can even start a fire using steel and flint. That could be fun! The most exciting edition to this trip is the camera and two lenses. They are the heaviest items I’m carrying so I’ll have to do them some justice.

I decided on the plane that my personal transformation is complete. I’ve convinced myself I look like a bad ass ninja explorer, in black zip off trousers, black merino t-shirt and merino hoodie and to finish off the look, black merino socks. Nobody is going to mess with me. That is more attributable to being older so even less of a target for the supposed opportunistic bandits hanging out on every corner of Patagonia. There was definitely a time I dressed up to travel but alas, those times are gone. Whilst I have more clothing with me than last trip, that’s only by one t-shirt, an extra pair of knickers and a bikini. But 47 days of the same clothes! It’s not really befitting of a lady from Windsor who went to a convent (spell check just corrected that to concentration camp 😂).

I’m only in São Paulo because I first thought I’d ride Brazll. Chile kept calling me, haunting me as I’d not been able to get in during 2022 due to their IT systems and COVID. The impact of this indecision is I sit, waiting 6 hours now to get into an apartment where I’ll hang out until early tomorrow, when I’ll either jump on a plane, either to Santiago or Puerto Montt.

The hesitation around those plans is that the weather from Puerto Montt south until further notice looks like the end of the world (I guess it would because it is!). I’m not thrilled about the extreme likelihood of being completely wet through for 2 weeks, camping and riding through deep mud on unpaved roads the length of the UK. It seems torturous that just a hop, skip and jump across the Andes back into my old friend Argentina, the Patagonian desert is bone dry, windy yes, but also 25 degrees! It’s fair to say that as I sit here pontificating, it could go one of 4 ways. I’ve not lost my ability to wing it even if I’ve lost my fitness. Yes, everything will be okay!

My next biggest worry is which virus is likely to get me. I don’t know what it is about airports but I seem to attract travellers who sit down next to me and leak snot from every orifice. Do they sit down and quietly dispose of it into a tissue? No. They chug it down, project it in all directions and snort as if no one’s listening. I feel for them, I really do. Just go somewhere else. Perhaps that they want to let everyone know how unwell they are. Or to make others suffer “I’m about to have a shitty time on my trip, so come join me in my misery”. It happened at Heathrow and now again here. I wouldn’t mind but they seem to come find me. Why? And as if on queue, my ears detect I’m sat in infested corner…time to move…

For today and to this end, much like the last trip, I’ll get to my apartment, listen to the sounds of the city, the rain gently falling as tyres cut through puddles on the noisy street below. Sirens will erupt and accentuate the rhythm of the city. I’ll pick up my Spanish lessons and as I fall to sleep, mull over what the heck I’m going to do tomorrow.

In the morning, I’ll surreptitiously manoeuvre between duty free make up counters, slather up on moisturiser and perfume, and lament the time that will pass until I see them again. Victoria’s Secret will look down on me in disgust as I pass wearing one of the two pairs of knickers that will be my closest friends tor 7 weeks. I’ll know that I will definitely make it to Santiago but Puerto Montt? Who bloody knows? 😄

[multiversal-pig-outing]

Gingerbread house part 2

The magician continue to dine on the food on what felt like hours. The table and food getting bigger and bigger just like her. Her once slim body now is packing with fat. Her slim arms now are flabby and sports a pair of bingo wings. Her face now has a another chin and her cheeks looking like there always stuff. Her boobs started to strain her outfit due to the extra padding they have. Her gut now looks she swallowed a basketball while her legs look like there tree trunks. And her ass well that skirt isn't going to hide anything now and her panties being ate up by the dumbstruck she sports now.

She let out a audible belch has she finish the current feast she had. A part of her wonders why she doesn't feel full despite eating so much. But the rest didn't care do to how good the food was. So she continue to eat. To dine on the now giant muffins, the jug of chocolate milk and the large cake. Has if there is a tiny voice whispering eat eat to her ear. Crumbs and such where on her due to all the eating not bothering to clean herself by wiping it off. Chocolate, milk and cream smeared on her face. Hands covered in cake has she forgo the fork and started to use her hands when the cake stop being a slice and just a whole cake.

She continue to eat and eat. Making a mess out of herself. Soon the jewel pendant thing on her flew open causing her boobs to spill out. Her gut bursting out of the outfit while letting out belches. A ass that look like it needed 5 chairs and not the 1 she currently using. Making her look like a female version of cloudian altus. Has she finish the last of the food the chair broke making her fall down on to her back. Causing her to let out the loudest fart that echoed across the room. But unable to care about that she tried to get up to continue to eat. Has she did this she spotted the food on the table to move. Spouting legs and arms. They climbs down the table and walked towards Dark magician girl. feeding themselves to her which she happily oblige.

The food shoving themselves into her mouth wanting to be eaten by her. while some gotten the jog and poured the milk into her mouth. Watching it all be guzzled down. And the walking and crawling on her stomach made the magician to let out some belches and farts quite often. This cycle continue onward till the last of the food was ate up. Causing the house to spit her out.

She came to her senses and was astonish on how fat she gotten. Just a giant pile of lard. Having 5 chins, the fattest arms she ever saw. Legs that are bigger than any person. Even her feat became to fat her toes looking like fat pigs being eaten up by the rest of her feat. Her hands barley could hold on to things do to all the fat constricting movement in her fingers. Has she look at herself she felt something building up in her gut. maybe gas but the pressure continue to build up. More and more has she felt it build up feeling like a overinflated balloon. Her face turn bright red has she panted. Feeling everything about to(POP). Before her thought was finish she burst. Destroying her form in the duel. Has she return to the duel spirit realm back has her skinny self. She was a bit dizzy. Has she gotten the hold of her mental facilities. She thought back to what happen. Placing her hands on her face has it went bright red. Not out of embarrassment but she really really liked it. well beside the whole popping thing.

[calder]

"Some Tips for Exploring Skyline Valley"

Head to the lookout towers early! There's three of them in the region, and with the exception of one location (which I'll explain how to find in a moment), they'll reveal every map marker in Skyline Valley.

To find the one location the towers won't reveal, head to Hawksbill Weather Station and go straight through the facility to the other end. If you do this, there should be an undiscovered location marker that will eventually pop up, leading you to Three Ponds.

Nuke the region. The Storm and ICBMs don't mix, and firing a nuke at any point in the region will lead to the bomb detonating well above the ground. This will release no radiation, create no flux flora and destroy no players or CAMPs, but it will kick off the newest nuke boss in the event Neurological Warfare.

During Neurological Warfare, you're fighting three bosses at once and they gain resistances as they are defeated, alongside more dangerous fodder enemies. It's best to try and keep all three at the same level of health during the fight so you aren't dealing with the tankier versions for long. Also, Adeline’s (the assaultron camp ally) buff is immensely helpful for this event.

During Neurological Warfare and Dangerous Pastimes, don't try to camp on any sort of generator-type structures. Those will electrocute you and give a massive accuracy debuff and damage over time.

Dangerous Pastimes was providing improved repair kits during the entire PTS cycle on every clear of the event. This may have changed between the last PTS and the update, but I doubt it did, so the event is likely a fantastic source of repair kits.

Speak to Alyssa at Vault 63's door after you finish the Vault 63 main questline. You'll be taken to the door at the very start of the quest, but if you can't find it again afterwards, fast travel to the Slocum Joe's and head towards Sutton. Alyssa just has some fun dialogue after you finish the quest, but its worth seeing.

Boost your perception when you're working with Craig. Each part of his tasks asks you to find a trinket near a corpse, and having high perception (up to 12 with the last body) gives you a hint as to what to look for and where.

There's a Pioneer Scout scavenger hunt started at Camp Liberty. The note gives you some instructions on how to find it, but if you want to skip to the end by going to the north of the river's spring on the right side of the region and finding the rotted stump between three rocks , you absolutely can.

Within Skyline Valley, there are locations that will always spawn an Ogua and a Sheepsquatch (note that the sheepsquatch is non-legendary, unlike every other sheepsquatch in the game). I won't say where these two spots are to avoid spoiling it, but they do exist if you ever want to just kill these cryptids for sport.

Overgrown and fanatics are coming to daily ops, and bringing the aquarium and foundry with them alongside new rewards. Overgrown will not appear outside of the aquarium and fanatics cannot appear outside of the foundry; additionally, no Appalachia enemies will be found in these locations (thank you Gilpo!).

Ticket to Revenge saw a last minute nerf today without a PTS update. It’s now a furious, fire rate and weightless railway rifle that still has the doubled ammo capacity and custom mothman skin. It’s still fairly potent due to being a railway rifle, but the effects are far worse than the prior bloodied, vats accuracy and critical fill version (furious really hurts, but its okay for enemies that'll survive more than ten shots). The devs said that apparently the change was to ensure it’d be in a good place for ‘future systems coming to the game,’ so apparently they were thinking of game balance here. The thing definitely was brutally powerful before (might've even been overpowered), but it’s a shame this change happened at the eleventh hour.

Edit: 13. There's a small shed on the outskirts of Dark Hallow Manor that requires a key. The key in question is inside the security office of Vault 63.

[dailycharacteroption]

Roleplaying Races 15: Duskwalker

(art by JoshBurns on DeviantArt)

And so we continue this special with the very last of the planar scion ancestries that Pathfinder 1st edition has to offer: the Duskwalker, the neutral-aligned planetouched.

Much like Aphorites, duskwalkers do not come into being in the same way as most. No mingling of bloodlines occurs in their case. Instead, they are born the way they are by the divine mandate of the forces they represent, but we’ll get into that.

According to legend, two powerful psychopomps, a yamaraj and an olethros mother, entered into a discussion about the interplay between fate and fortune, and how many souls lose their chance at destiny when their lives are cut short, and whether that is fair.

This discussion led to an agreement, approved by Pharasma, in which some souls whose fates were severed too soon and whose lives led to them being distinguished among the psychopomps and other guardians of the cycle to get a second chance.

These souls are sent back to the material plane along the secret planar paths known as the dead roads, taking the form of young children with a basket of supplies in hand, and are often found by locals wandering the graveyards where they exit the Dead Roads. These are duskwalkers.

Now, as you might imagine, off-putting children found roaming graveyards are likely to be viewed with apprehension by most simple folk, so while the psychopomps do their best to send them places where they will be accepted, some are not, and are forced to mature physically and mentally very rapidly in order to survive.

Having not experienced infancy, duskwalkers are born into this world knowing their duty to help protect the cycle of life and death as mortal beings, however, they can still shape their own fate, and a few reject it, even going as far as to ally with the sahkils, the terrible enemies of the psychopomps.

While many duskwalkers resemble humans, it is possible for them to be born resembling any sapient ancestry, though they typically sport gray skin, and sometimes sport odd features that resemble one of the various forms of psychopomps, such as feathers, animal-like features on the face, hands, and feet, and so on.

Like many other planar scions, duskwalkers don’t have much in the way of a society of their own. Most go their entire second lives never meeting another of their kind, and what few communities do exist are almost universally founded as part of or after some great unified goal to protect the cycle and/or destroy some great undead threat. Due to the sporatic nature of duskwalker creation, such communities may cease to even be duskwalker communites after a generation, populated by their mortal descendants and those of their mortal allies. Perhaps the only other peoples they feel common ground with are planar scions and other hybrid folk, though naturally they share a mutual distrust with most dhampir.

Duskwalkers are agile and cunning, but their connections to death makes their bodies somewhat fragile.

Their nature as native outsiders also gives them incredible night vision, the better for seeing the undead that hide from the light.

Many are also created with innate understanding of living bodies and also they mysteries of faith and the undead, making them more skilled in areas of medicine, religion, and undead-hunting.

Perhaps their most iconic ability, however, is their ability to channel their undead-slaying power into any weapon they touch, making even mundane blades at least partially effective against the spectral dead, though they can focus further once a day to improve this to strike true against such lost souls for a short while.

Naturally, being a duskwalker gives them natural resistance to negative energy and harmful necromancy. What’s more, they are totally immune to magic and supernatural power that would cause them to rise as the undead. (though rumor has it that duskwalkers that forsake their duty and ally with the sahkils lose that protection, making for truly terrible undead indeed)

Of course, not all duskwalkers are built the same, so there are some alternate traits for them as well. For example, some were utterly shunned by the locals and forced to steal and scavenge to survive, affecting what they were skilled in. Others were taken in by big families that showered them with love, making them more social with both people and animals. Meanwhile, some were favored by the olethros associated with the origins of their kind, and trade their resistances for a knack for finding the perfect chink in a foe’s armor at the right time. Those that were favored by the yamaraj side trade the same protections for a measure of their wisdom, navigating social situations with their sagacity rather than charm.

With their agility and wisdom, duskwalkers make excellent ranged combatants, (particularly gunslingers, rangers, and hunters), as well as rogues, slayers, ninjas, and of course various wisdom casters like clerics and druids. However, their knack for fighting the undead with mundane weapons also means that combat classes both mundane and magical are also a good choice. Naturally, any build or archetype that focuses on hunting the undead is a good choice as well, though those built around using the undead are anathema to all but the most corrupted of their kind. Their con penalty does mean that fighting in a straight-up fight is a bit risky for them, but not impossible to get around.

That will do for today, but I hope you enjoyed this final look at a planar scion option in first edition!

[ornamentelle]

KHOC Week 2023 Day 1: Introductions

I decided to participate in @khoc-week this year! My second time doing it, so I'm excited!

I thought I would focus on my character Yui, who I talked about a few years back. She's a mostly cool and composed and sarcastic big sister who sometimes lets her anger get the best of her. Beneath her stoic facade, she feels things strongly and is a bit of a lonely, broken mess on the inside.

Yui comes from a story I’ve started and restarted multiple times at this point, which primarily follows her younger sister Hikaru after their home world is destroyed by Heartless during KH1. Yui is sort of the deuteragonist of the story; where Hikaru learns how to carve out her own role in life, Yui’s journey is about claiming her own identity after spending her whole life haunted by her mother’s (more or less literal) shadow. 

The whole Stonewall family has a very special place in my heart, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a soft spot for Yui in particular. I never did get far enough into the actual written story to dig into Yui’s side, but hopefully one day I’ll be able to get there! For now, I’ll just share some ideas that I had for her later.

Name: Yui Stonewall

Age: 20 in KH3

Appearance: Short and uneven red hair, often dyed dark brown; bottle-green eyes; tawny skin; 5’7” (170cm)

Home World: Polaris

Personality: Distant, sullen, grumpy, protective, sentimental

Yui is a very reserved person. Around strangers, she is usually polite and distant, if a little curt; around her family, she can be grumpy and irritable. Years of having her actions scrutinized and being the target of her mother’s frustration has led her to close up emotionally and keep other people at arm’s length.

As the eldest child of the family, Yui takes it upon herself to watch over her younger siblings. As much as they frustrate her at times, and despite often berating them for their poor decisions, she believes it’s her responsibility to keep them safe and will go through hell to do so. As distant as she can seem, she is fiercely protective of the few people she has in life that she cares about.

At heart, she is a sentimental person who fears losing the things she cares about, which in turn drives her to keep her distance to avoid pain. But deep down, she desperately wants to connect with people and forge a life worth living.

A Very Brief Background:

Yui was born in the distant snowy world of Polaris as the eldest child in her family and had a tumultuous upbringing. Her family was frequently on the move, and the pressure of being skilled swordsmen was pushed on them all at one point or another in part due to their dad’s legacy in a world where sword-fighting was the biggest sport. For Yui specifically, it meant rejecting the path in spite of her talent because it wasn’t what she desired to do, and because the nightmares of a past that did not belong to her frightened her away from wielding a blade.

Her relationship with her mother had been poor and outright hostile at times, and though she cared deep down for her younger siblings, she often felt envious of them. The potent darkness she housed within her was only exacerbated as the years ate away at her.

Over time she became trapped in a cycle of resentment and guilt, which came to a head when the Heartless overran her world and unraveled her very existence—body and heart. While her sister Hikaru would journey to find their scattered family, Yui was left to stew in all the negative feelings that had plagued her for her entire life. Eventually she—or at least part of her—ended up in the realm of darkness, where she met a lost Keyblade master… and from there, things began to change.

Fun Facts and Miscellaneous Notes:

Yui dyes her hair to look less like her mother. The two have a poor relationship, and Yui naturally looks like the spitting image of her—a fact she dislikes greatly.

Yui has an extremely potent darkness that she inherited from her mother (or perhaps it's better said that darkness escaped through her). Her darkness is her main source of power, but also the source of a lot of heartache.

She is a pescatarian.

She eventually works at Le Grande Bistro in Twilight Town.

Yui is a passionate violin player, though she is self-taught and rough around the edges.

Yui is bi with a stronger preference towards women.

[lawrence-songs]

Inhale-

Do you play Undertale, Cuphead, or Hollow Knight? If so, I'd love to talk to you about those games and quiz you on all the best parts and tell you how silly goofy they make me feel-

What's your favorite instrument to play? To hear? What gives you the best overall vibes? Can you sing? What part? What's your favorite instrument to just feel? Tactile-wise, that is-

Do you have an opinion on the meaning of life? Why does it exist? What are we doing here? Is there any real answer, or are we doomed to wander the cosmos in search of something that doesn't exist?

Can you draw? Do you like to draw? Paint? Write? Do you do sports? Do you prefer land, air, or sea? Do you have stuffed animals/plushies? Who's your favorite?

Do the demons you know act like cats? All the demons I know act like cats.

What's your favorite flavor of post-it note? Mine's purple.

..

Excuse me.

Ahem.

I've fully played through the pacifist and neutral routes of undertale, currently working my way through genocide. (I've gotten stuck on Undyne.)

Cuphead, I've tried, but I've not yet been able to make it past the first level. I'm still quite enthusiastic about it though.

And I've never touched hollow night, but I've heard good things.

Banjo, violin, oddly enough I prefer listening to things a cappella. There's something beautifully haunting about it.

I can sing, I do sing, my voice ranges about 2.5 octaves, and I have wonderful projection. Bass is my favorite to feel, and I've gotten hooked on modern music due to the thrum that can shake the earth when you're at a concert.

Life exists because energy cannot be destroyed nor created and therefore we are all doomed to cycle into something new no matter what form we take on.

What are we doing here? Learning. But learning what is up to you.

There are many real answers but the idea that we could attempt to qualify what's going on around us is somewhat blasphemous. The experience of "i was stuck in a meat sack piloted by a wad of soggy bacon so twacked it started to perceive itself", "i was placed here by something far larger than I am and I will not ever be able to do anything but my best", and "I am in control of the way my life flows" are all contradicting but not at all mutually exclusive ideas. No one can comprehend all of life. All of us can comprehend some of it. We are all doing our best to express it. It exists because we have brought it into creation. Our environment is a part of us just as we are a part of it and therefore what we bring to it is what it is.

I can draw. I like to draw. I drew this the other day.

I also drew this.

And this.

And this.

I don't paint. Unless it's cosplay, in which case I definitely do paint.

Typically, I learn any skills I need to complete a project and only to the amount that I need to complete said project. However, my projects vary wildly. So I've come across as a very mediocre person at everything. /pos

I have few skills that I can do superbly but I have many that I can at least do.

I do not do sports, unless you consider dancing a sport. Sea, definitely.

.. I do have a small collection of stuffed animals. (it's not small)

While I honestly love all of them, I adore my ink demon plushies (I have three). My favorite is the one I've owned the longest.

Actually, the demons I know act like dogs. Angels tend to act more like cats. With angels, it's "you ask one wrong question and they simply do not respond to you", whereas with demons it tends to be "I love you but stop chewing on the couch". At least in my experience.

Yellow. With the red and blue lined ink.

[fancoloredglasses]

Universe of Evil (anyone else want to know their origin stories?)

[All images are owned by DC Comics and Hannah-Barbara. Please don’t sue me]

The concept of an “evil twin” is hardly a new concept, not even in comics. Earth-3 was a universe where the members of the Justice League were evil (forming the Crime Syndicate of America) prior to Crisis. This concept even was the subject on Superfriends. If you would like to watch it, it’s available on Max or behind your favorite paywall.

We open to a region in South America where…

That’s “TINY”?!

The dam’s crew works fast to divert the water flow before the dam breaks. Fortunately, the Invisible Jet and the Batplane are on the way!

…and they…destroy the dam?!...flooding out the villages below (this being Saturday Morning fare, they don’t mention the potential death toll)?! What the hell?

It turns out these are evil versions of the Superfriends (Superenemies?) We can tell due to the darker clothes and Robin’s evil mustache

…and Aquaman is sporting an eyepatch.

I want to take a moment to postulate how these versions of Our Heroes could’ve become Our Villains:

Kal-El could’ve easily been found by ruthless people who would teach him the importance of strength over compassion.

Princess Diana and Arthur Curry could’ve come from their homelands to conquer.

Bruce Wayne could’ve…actually, I have no clue what would’ve made his put on a cape and cowl to do evil (and train young Dick Grayson to do the same) I would love to hear your theories in the comments.

Meanwhile, Superman is on the way to cause Mount Vesuvius to erupt (if they’re willing to deliberately cause so must devastation, how is there any life left on Earth?) Superman squeezes the volcano to build pressure within.

Meanwhile in the main universe’s Hall of Justice, Gleek is bullying the Justice League (sigh…) computer into making him lunch.

Unfortunately, Gleek is as effective a barista as he is everything else.

On the other side of the Hall, the Trouble Alert sounds…

Superman races to the volcano to attempt to ease the pressure to keep it from erupting. Somehow, Superman’s efforts are felt in the Evil Universe, so Superman turns up the pressure…which causes our Superman to further ease the pressure, which causes evil Superman to…well, you get the point. This cycle continues until…

Superman is thrown free of the volcano, and suddenly it’s become night. He uses his super breath to halt the lava as Wonder Woman and Aquaman fly in.

Wonder Woman questions Superman’s state of mind, while Superman questions their fashion choices. Wonder Woman flies everyone back.

OK, so the entire world knows where their hideout is, yet the combined global military hasn’t levelled the place yet? I mean, I know Superman’s pretty much a god, but Kryptonite has to exist here, right?

Meanwhile, in our universe, the villagers plead with Superman to stop the eruption.

With that, Superman decides to head back to the Hall of Evil (he’s in for a long flight)

When he gets to the Hall of Justice, the Wonder Twins wonder why the volcano is still erupting if he’s returned, and that he needs to get to Switzerland to guard a transfer of gold bullion. So Superman flies to Switzerland and…

Meanwhile, at the Hall of Evil, Wonder Woman’s scans show Superman to have tendencies of “truth and justice.” Obviously, it needs a diagnostic. Then the Trouble Alert chimes. A police chief tells them that a diamond mine was robbed…

Superman is confused, and his confusion makes the rest of the Superenemies realize what happened. They then pull out guns that fire Kryptonite lasers as we go to commercial!

When we return…

…the Superenemies have gone full supervillain, placing Superman in Kryptonite chains and placing him in a chamber that’s quickly filling with water (why didn’t they just shoot him with the lasers?!)

Meanwhile in our universe...

(I’m not sure why Superman didn’t just fly away with the truck instead of taking the time to neatly stack the gold after cracking the truck open like an egg) Batman and Robin try to stop Superman, but this version of Batman isn’t paranoid enough to carry Kryptonite around just in case. Therefore…

Superman scoops then up in the remains of the truck, welds it closed with his heat vision, and flies off with the gold.

Meanwhile at the Hall of Evil, Superman tries to combine his super breath and his X-ray vision…

OK, that’s a deus ex Supershit stretch even by Superfriends standards. So of course it works. Superman then leaves to figure out how to get home. However…

…his escape did not go unnoticed as Gleek warns the rest of the Superenemies (wow, Gleek is actually USEFUL in this universe. It really IS reversed!)

Superman flies to Metropolis and sneaks around town to get to Metropolis University (why did he not change into Clark Kent?), and finds a scientist in her lab.

Somehow, she believes this cockamamie story.

She just so happens to have a substance made from antimatter that can send him back (WHAT ARE THE ODDS?!), but only at the spot where the transfer happened. She just has one request: return to defeat the Superenemies so that Earth can be free of their tyranny.

Back in our universe, Wonder Woman and Aquaman arrive to free Batman and Robin (couldn’t they just open the back door?) and tell the Dynamic Duo that Superman has taken over the Saudi Arabian oil reserves.

As if gas prices aren’t high already!

In Saudi Arabia, the world governments are bowing to Superman’s demands, but…

As expected, Superman makes short work of the Superfriends (after all, it’s not like Wonder Woman is a demigod that can match Superman’s strength or Batman would plan for how to defeat rogue Justice Leaguers Superfriends)

Back in the evil universe, Superman has returned to Mount Vesuvius, but…

Superman tries to flee, but the flask is shot from his hand and is caught by...

(Why can’t our Gleek be this competent?)

Unfortunately for Gleek, Superman catches up with him and gets the flask back…just as the Superenemies open fire! Superman quickly opens the flask and…

...switches places with his evil counterpart (despite the fact that the evil Superman was mopping the sand with the Superfriends over 2500 miles away in Saudi Arabia) The Superfriends are happy to be rid of evil Superman. However, Superman relayed his promise to the rest of the team…

Unfortunately this episode never got a sequel, so we never found out the fate of the evil universe.

[bilbobagginsomebabez]

i love kendrick lamar so much for how clearly he sees rap and how intentional his actions are when it comes to upholding and honoring it. the drake diss saga is so fascinating to me because that's exactly what he did AGAIN.

rap is the most intellectual and literary genre of music because in no other genre does the musician also assume the role of speaker, of orator. it's a speech that's also a poem that's also a song that's also often a history--a tool to raise consciousness, to give voice to and teach its information-starved people what harm was done and sometimes chart a path to undoing it. and you can dance to it! it's multipurposed and embedded in the daily life of the culture that created it, using the full complexity of music as technology for a communication highway. if rap was a car and i slapped it on the hood, it would be to express "there's so much going on under here, i don't think anybody understands all of it, but goddamn does she go so so so fucking fast." I genuinely believe that we should respect and interact with it as an oral history tradition. perhaps early in its development, but it's not just another type of music.

and lamar loves rap like rap loves lamar; rap is his perfect ecological niche and his presence strengthens the ecosystem in turn. in interviews, he talks about the wordplay, assembling bars and songs like puzzles, literally playing with the meanings and how the words influence each other. embedding different messages that require you to listen to it over and over to catch all the meanings, that require it to age with along you and accrue its true depth in your mind as you accrue experience and comprehension. i couldn't imagine a more involved and complex demonstration of pure literary skill or a mind more suited to take the challenge and treat it like his elementary school playground.

whole fuckin books could be written about Euphoria, Meet the Grahams, and Not like Us individually. like Not Like Us is the least complex of all of them and it's STILL this perfect distillation of the soul of hiphop. a club track on a classic west coast beat denouncing an injustice/exploitation and affirming the values of its people while describing and educating on a historical context of extraction. the others hit a different height of the genre or create a new one. euphoria is a classically great song that gets better in the aftermath of the battle when lines that didn't make sense are revealed to be direct statements about future events. the complexity of the wordplay and the strategy it describes epitomize the competitiveness and sport of the genre.

in meet the grahams, kendrick invented the epistolary diss in order to double a diss track as an evocation of Black generational trauma. he ripped drake's character to shreds by addressing every member of his family and explaining the ways in which uniquely Black trauma that drake ignores and preys on and extracts is destroying his own soul and his family. how his lack of respect and connection to his people translate to a lack of respect and connection to himself, to disconnection from his children that they will have to puzzle over and recover from in their own adulthood. demonstrating its cyclical nature, and how vicious that cycle is. enunciating through drake the step by step process of generational trauma caused by rejection and alienation, building a bed of empathy and comprehension for the listener while denouncing drake for the cowardice and betrayal of his response to it, for his selfishness and decision to hand the trauma down again. by addressing it first to adonis, showing both how necessary and culturally embedded it is to step in and provide mentorship when parents are dropping the ball.

a lot of the reactions were almost scared by it and immediately distanced themselves from it. someone on dead end hip hop said "he's talking directly to drake, he's not talking to us anymore." (around the same time as he had his head in his hands and said "i think this might help this dude.... later" which made me laugh so hard i cried.) but kendrick is so much smarter than that. it's not just for drake. it's a mirror to the pain and dissonance that made drake, the culture that allowed drake, and the living futures he and men like him destroy.

and i haven't even talked about the music. how embedded his music is in Black art, how he pulls forward greats from previous musical eras like George Clinton and embeds the literal soundscape of Black musical history. it's incredible. this isn't to say other genres of music are worse in any way. music doesn't need to be a song that's also 17 other things in a trench coat. rap just did something else that we haven't begun to really take stock of. and tbh i think it's fun to have somebody run circles around you when you can admire the sheer awe-inspiring skill of the loops.

[beybladeninja]

I had this idea for a Future AU based off of my Elemental Masters AU, and it involves the My Hero Academia universe. I’ve posted this on my Wattpad account, but I’m curious as to what others think.

(If you are sensitive to talk of bodily harm, blood, or child abuse, please do not read this.)

PREPARE THYSELF.

I call this: UNITIZED AU.

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In the future after each of the boys have Awakened their Elements and they are revered as the world's protectors, a new enemy arises in their home Realm. A company by the name of Unitize, who claims that their main purpose is to spread peace and prosperity throughout the world.

And the company's chairwoman, Ms. Yang, sees the boys as a threat. She doesn't understand why the world relied on a group of kids to secure their safety, and apparently had been doing so for generations. She sees them as some sort of monarchy that had an centuries old iron grip on the world. Such a power dynamic threatened the influence of Unitize. HER influence.

So she resolves to destroying them and the line of Elemental Masters completely.

To start, Ms. Yang pulls a Hitler - she reverses all media and social propaganda about the boys to make them seem like the bad guys. With the public no longer on their side, PIXAL advises the boys to flee and go into hiding. Out in the wild, they are alone and scared. Perfect prey for Unitize.

Soon Ms. Yang kidnaps all of the boys and takes them to an underground bunker, where she experiments on how to stop the Elemental Cycle. They refuse to talk, to the point that they’re considered mute by many, but they let her know that it doesn't matter what she does. If she drains their power, they will simply come back in time. If she kills them, the Elements will simply find worthy successors and the Cycle will continue anew.

But then Ms. Yang discovers that the boys are powerless when surrounded by vengestone. After experimenting with the stone, she has her scientists create a liquid substance that mimics its nullifying effects. She orders the boys encased in tanks of the stuff, which are then frozen, thus freezing them as well. Her plan is to keep them frozen in the vengestone substance for eternity, keeping the Cycle from continuing and keeping the boys from interfering with Unitize.

But to ensure that the Cycle stays paused, Ms. Yang takes it a few Hitler steps further. First, she has the frozen boys moved to places around the world where their Elements would be useless - Xander and Lui are moved to the Polar Ice Caps, Fubuki and Naoki are moved to volcanic islands, etc.

Then she hunts down any and all people that the boys were close with, especially friends and family. If the Elements are able to escape their frozen prisons, she wants to ensure all possible successors are eliminated. The search is long and hard, but she's unable to find anyone that was closely associated with the boys.

Nearly an entire town of people... gone.

Whatever. Better for Ms. Yang anyway. Problem solved without any dirty work.

But it's not good enough. She wants all traces of them wiped clean off of the Earth - no one can remember their legacy. A few political tricks and reversed propaganda later, and she's able to get the entire sport of Beyblade illegal. Tournaments cancelled, arenas torn down, stadiums recalled and destroyed. Nothing to remember the boys by.

With that all done, she was free to take care of PIXAL, who she was able to find unlike the rest. The Nindroid warns her that the loss of the Elements is a loss she could never understand. Nature would find a way to fill their absence, and the result would be something Ms. Yang could not control. She arrogantly doesn't believe PIXAL and gives the order to have her disassembled.

It should have been over. Ms. Yang believed herself to have won, and Unitize was in complete control of the world.

But then a few days later during a press conference, where she was going to declare the "Elemental Menace" over and done with, a man ran onto the scene and started screaming that a baby had just been born.

A baby that could glow.

Nature found a way.

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Many historians have argued over the circumstances that led to the creation of Quirks. A disturbance in Earth's magnetic fields? A foreshadowing of glory? A warning for doom?

No. They were made for something much more complicated.

They were made to fill an absence.

An absence so great, so crippling... that it could never fully be filled.

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(Fast forward to the year 2175.

I read somewhere a long time ago that this year is when My Hero Academia takes place, and it honestly makes a lot more sense to me than the current timeline.)

Pro Hero Selkie is on patrol with his team when his echolocation picks up a mysterious object on the bottom of the ocean floor. Upon bringing it on board the ship, they discover it to be a hunk of some sort of veined quartz.

And Selkie's echolocation also reveals that there's a foreign form inside the quartz.

Curiosity caused Selkie's team to crack open the quartz. They didn't expect to find much - maybe a fossil of a long deceased dinosaur that got caught between two slabs of quartz deep within the Earth's surface.

They didn't expect a young boy with tan hair and bright lime eyes to come tumbling out.

The boy is catatonic and refuses to talk to anyone, staying in his designated room with only short bursts of loud physical panic attacks to inform the crew that he's even there. He's offered food, but he leaves all of it untouched.

Selkie keeps trying though, coming to his room everyday and talking to him in an attempt to get him to open up. Little by little, his frantic shell cracks and he's able to answer Selkie's questions in short, one word answers. Does he know how he got in that quartz? Yes. Will he tell them how? No. He's actually one of the few people who find Selkie cute.

But still. No one knows what to do with the kid.

A few days later, though, the crew is attacked by a band of pirates. They use a type of experimental drug that strengthens their Quirks into something nearly unstoppable, and the Heroes find themselves outnumbered and outmatched.

That's when the mysterious boy decides to repay his hosts' kindness. He reveals a control over the Earth's gravity that has both Hero and Villain flailing. The Villains are powerless against this new adversary, and they have no choice but to surrender.

The boy had meant the action as a truce between him and the Heroes, but they were terrified. They had never seen a Quirk of this magnitude before. It had made their decision for them - they had to turn him over to the Hero Public Safety Commission.

When the boy finds out where they were sending him, he has a full blown panic attack. He speaks in full sentences for the first time and begs both the Heroes and Commission members not to throw him in a cell, that he simply can't go back there, and that he'd do anything to keep himself from being thrown into one.

So the Commission gives him a job. At the moment, they were at tense odds with a group known as the Paranormal Liberation Front, led by a man known only as All For One. If the boy could help the heroes in defeating the PLF once and for all, they would consider not throwing him in a cell.

Naturally, the boy had no choice but to accept.

So he soon finds himself on the battlefield between the Heroes and the PLF, right as Pro Heroes Endeavor, Hawks, Tsukuyomi, and Earphone Jack were fighting the infamous All For One. While he was fighting the Heroes, AFO kept boasting about his ideals and how the Heroes had no chance of winning. The boy hears all of this and it reminds him of a certain woman from his past. A woman whose last name rhymed with “sang”. The memory of the woman makes him angry. AFO makes him angry.

So he uses his abilities to increase the force of gravity acting on the outside of AFO's body so that's stronger than the force of gravity acting on the inside of his body.

Effectively tearing the man to shreds.

But the boy isn't done. The battlefield is covered in fires. Still controlling gravity as to keep AFO's remains afloat, he carries them over to one of these fires and feeds them into the flames little by little, with speechless people on each side of the war watching in horror. No Quirk the man had could possibly bring him back from such a far gone state.

When he's done, he runs away from the battlefield; anyone who tries to follow him is blown backwards by an unseen force. With everybody still in shock, no one else tries to stop him. It's not until after the battle is over, when Tomura Shigaraki is defeated, that search parties are sent out to find him.

Izuku Midoriya uses his abilities of Float and Danger Sense to eventually find the boy in a restaurant - in SPAIN. The boy had apparently gone there after killing AFO, by reasons and for reasons Izuku could not begin to understand. The staff, having watched the news coverage on the war in Japan, had taken pity on the boy, giving him a glass of water and a plate of seafood paella. Despite all that’s happened, the boy had quite the appetite, and had three quarters of the food chowed down by the time Izuku had arrived.

The boy doesn’t respond to Izuku’s questions when he approaches him. Questions like where he came from, what his Quirk was, what had possessed him to commit such an act - it all goes unanswered. When Izuku asks him what he wanted, however, his response was quiet and simple: "I want to make a home for me and my brothers to go back to."

Izuku sympathizes with the boy. After all, he also has a power that he occasionally loses control over. He promises to give the boy a stable home. The boy is still wary, but he has no where else to turn. He takes Izuku's hand and his offer.

The Commission fights tooth and nail to gain custody of the boy - someone with his power could prove valuable in the future - but Izuku's class and teachers stand with him on his decision to keep him. What he needs is a home that makes him feel safe. The boy would never admit it out loud, but he was grateful for their support.

During negotiations with Principal Nezu in regards to where he would be staying on UA Campus, he was offered a chance to room with one of the other classes, but he turned it down. He instead asked if he could stay in one of the empty dormitories, which was usually used for storage. When asked what he could possibly need so much space for, his response is strangely ominous: "I don't intend to be alone for much longer. I have nineteen brothers... and I intend to find them all."

For legal reasons, he was asked to sign his name on the lodging agreement. He signed it Kit Lopez.

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Extra Facts

- The boys didn't think much about Unitize at first - it was just another company that promised world peace. They figured it would lose popularity in time. If only they knew how wrong they would be.

- The reason why Ms. Yang couldn't find any of the boys' close acquaintances and family was because PIXAL got to them first. She'd overheard Ms. Yang's plan to eliminate them all and rounded them all up. She explained the situation to them and led them to the First Realm, where she also explained things to Firstbourne. The First Mother agreed to protect the outsiders, and she used the extent of her powers to freeze the Realms in time. All of them except the boys' home Realm and the two Departed Realms, so time would have the illusion of continuing. Meanwhile, PIXAL returned to the Home Realm to deal with Unitize herself.

- PIXAL was never able to find the boys before she was disassembled and tossed into the scrap heap, but she wasn't finished. Her central processing system was still functional, so she manipulated the wires in her ruined body to dislocate and grant her movement. It was a long, slow process, but she was able to return to the streets of the city and continue her search for her boys. Her ocular and hearing devices were removed, so she has to rely on touch (the signals through her wires) to get around. Her jaw had also been broken during her disassembling, so she can only speak in vowels. She comes off as frightening to those who see her, so she's taken to wearing a mask. She's now known as the "Metal Banshee" and is told in ghost stories and "be good or else" stories. She still searches for her boys by feeling the facial features of those she ensnares in her wires. If they're not any of her boys, she immediately lets them go and starts searching again.

- Unitize was going strong after the boys were frozen, but their hold started weakening when Quirks appeared. People started to realize that the company didn't have a handle on everything and lost trust in them. Ms. Yang suffered a mental breakdown at her losses and eventually committed suicide.

- The boys were placed in places that would further nullify their powers. Kit was placed in the ocean floor because gravity doesn't matter down there - if you're not lighter than the entire ocean, you're pretty much dead. With this thought in mind, Kit has been researching past Unitize facilities and trying to figure out where each of his brothers are most likely to be. He can often be found in the UA Library.

- Kit absolutely HATES being touched. It brings back bad memories.

- Kit's necklace was a gift to him from PIXAL - all of the boys got one. It's a specialized locket that's in the shape of a flower so it can hold many pictures at one time. The clasp is made of titanium and is DNA sensitive, so if anyone besides Kit tries to take it off, they get a painful shock instead.

Relationship Headcannons:

- The only UA student that isn't afraid of Kit is Hanta (since I headcannon that Hanta is of Mexican ancestry - Spaniards and Mexicans don't have the same culture, but they have similar tastes). Kit had been making churros and albondigas for his supper, and Hanta had caught a whiff of the dishes and popped on over to see what was cooking. Unsure of what to do, since none of the other students had ever willingly approached him, Kit gave him a plate. Hanta fell in love with his cooking and started stopping by more often; eventually the two became friends. Hanta is constantly hounded by other students who want to know what the mysterious newcomer is like.

He teaches Kit about all that had happened in the years that he'd been frozen, or at least his knowledge of the facts: the emergence of Quirks, the creation of the job of Hero, and the establishment of Hero schools like UA. In return, Kit tells him about how the world used to be: beys, bey arenas, bey stadiums everywhere. Hanta is confused as to the concept of Beyblade, but he listens like the dutiful best friend he is.

They would also speak Spanish to each other in public to mess with others - which annoys Denki and Mina to no end!

- Next is Eri. The little darling is curious about the newcomer on campus and starts spying on him from afar. Kit, being the ever observant boy he is, notices after the first few times and calls her out. She's embarrassed, but Kit assures her that he's not mad and starts talking with her. She starts coming over nearly as often as Hanta and the three of them become really close. Eri's caretakers (mainly Mr. Aizawa) are uneasy about her being near a boy who quite literally ripped a man to pieces, but as long she doesn't come home crying, they're okay with it.

- Izuku Midoriya is the one who found Kit after he'd killed AFO, but the display of power had chilled him just like everyone else. He brought back the kid and gave him a home, but he tries to keep his distance. Kit spends a lot of time in the library though, and can often be found reading in multiple places on campus. Izuku occasionally spots him with one book or another, and, being a fellow book nerd, curiosity often pushes him to get closer to see what book it is. Kit always looks up when he gets too close though, prompting Izuku to jolt and scram.

-Katsuki Bakugo acts high and mighty and often approaches Kit about sparring with him to establish who's stronger, but Kit could care less. He's not afraid of Katsuki; he's seen scarier threats from Lui.

In fact, I picture him telling off the angry Pomeranian something like this:

"I've seen worse than you. I've DEALT with worse than you. There are several things in this world that are worse than you, and I'm sure you're well aware of that. So why do you keep trying to act all tough, huh? Trying to make up for something?"

Imprisonment has made him sassy, ladies and gentlemen.

- I've already established in my AU that Kit has a knack for rapping, though I also think he could be a pretty good singer if he let his voice go soft. When he's not reading or needs to think through something, he sings a song from back in his day. Kyoka Jirou, the musician of the class, hears his singing coupled with the odd lyrics and thinks he's a great singer. Of course, she'll never get close enough to tell him that.

- Ochako Uraraka is IMMENSELY intimidated by Kit. His power over gravity is far greater than her Quirk, and she feels both awed and terrified by his prowess. She stares at him often, wondering just how much power could fit into such a little body. Whenever he catches her staring, she flinches and tries to hide her intimidated fear. Kit knows she's afraid of him, but couldn't care less about contradicting it. If anything, he's quietly enjoying the attention.

- Minoru Mineta is hated by practically everyone on UA campus, and Kit is no exception. He hated the guy from the moment he first laid eyes on him, mentally calling him a "purple prick". His attitude towards Minoru only got worse when he noticed his intense perversion of the female student body. He threatens Minoru every time he notices him being creepy - he's as feared as Minoru is hated, so the guy tries to keep his hands in his pockets whenever Kit is around.

- Kit's Element is greater than any Quirk the Hero population has ever seen, and he often uses that amazement to show off. Whenever he sees high-flying Heroes like Tsukuyomi and Hawks, he jumps into the sky to show them up, passing them with yelled quips like "on your left" and "move over birdies - there's a new sheriff in these skies". The two bird Heroes are flabbergasted by his speed, and Hawks is slightly intimidated by the new flying Hero.

- Kit often prefers Spanish dishes, though his time spent around Japanese brothers-in-arms has made him crave their native dishes as well. He's terrible at cooking them though, so he heads to the UA cafeteria whenever he's craving Japanese food. Everyone is too scared to sit with him, and he often comes when Class 1-A with Hanta isn't there, so he sits by himself. Pro Hero Lunch Rush takes pity on him and gives him dishes that he always enjoys. Most of the school faculty is afraid of Kit, but at least he has a friend in the cook.

Lunch Rush knows what Kit did, of course - the whole faculty knows and that's why they're afraid of him. Even MR. AIZAWA has second thoughts about being in the same room with him. But Lunch Rush doesn't care; he's just happy that he has a new satisfied customer.

(Lunch Rush was so hard to draw. What does he look like under that mask, anyway?)

- Neito Monoma picks on anyone who isn't Class 1-B, and Kit is unfortunately no exception. Whenever he gets going though, Kit makes it clear that it's not worth his time and he doesn't give a shit. He just holds up his middle finger and walks off, much to Neito's annoyance and everyone else's amusement.

(Yes, that is supposed to be Neito - I didn't even try on his hair.)

- Also, neither Mr. Aizawa nor Neito can Erase Kit's power or Copy it - they don't understand that it's not a typical Quirk. The fact that they can't affect him to any degree makes them even more on edge around him, though Neito tries to hide his uneasiness by messing with Kit more often.

- Mirio Togata is afraid of Kit like everyone else, but at least he tries to get along with him. He pulls the same stunt he did with Izuku and pops his head out of numerous surfaces. Kit's lived with guys that could dissipate into smoke and travel through shadows, so he's not fazed, just slightly weirded out. It'll take him a bit to open up to Mirio like he's done with his other allies, but it's a start.

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When I was doing some research due to MASSIVE problems with my sleeping pattern I've read somewhere that even though chronotypes differ ultimately it would be healthiest to get up and go to bed early due to melatonin- and metabolism-cycles (what you wrote about cortisol was mentioned also) - which made me wonder why so many people seem to suffer then from going against their chronotypes (including claims of destroying their health and cognition). Do you happen to know more/have any advice? :(

Hi

I get why it would be advised to go to bed early and wake up early, because melatonin reacts to light, and melatonin is the one of the main hormones involved in keeping your "biological" clock.

For a long time it was believed that a region in your brain (suprachiaszmatic nucleus in hypothalamus) is responsible for regulating your internal clock, by mostly reacting to light signals from your eyes.

First, modern human life is very illuminated due to artifical light and it might be the first problem with the sleep/wake cycle. Thus, the first recommendation I would make, is to get rid of light when you're asleep, be it black out curtains or sleeping eye mask. + blue light filter on devices before bed

But it's probably going to have only a small impact. And besides, blind people have internal clocks too, so light being the only internal clock regulator is a pretty shabby claim alone.

There are also peripheral clocks, that tune the same region in the brain (suprachiasmatic nucleus), according to what's going on with your body. And those signals are everywhere, your heart, your liver, your muscles, your intestines etc. They account for your physical activity, meals, stressors etc.

So, melatonin is not the only player, and also not the strongest one. Yeah it can help, but your lifestyle is a huge factor too.

Besides, going against your chronotype is actually harmful. "Evening" people are more likely to have metabolic, cardiovascular, mental and other problems, because we live in a "morning" people world. Honestly, it sounds fake but it really is like that. And it's not because of melatonin, it's because of your body and how you're used to living.

The same cortisol I mentioned is not working according to the time of day or the light outside. It's working according to your actions and schedule you live in. The same goes for other things in your body.

But of course, it would be cool if everything would be aligned in your body, so it would be ideal to have your melatonin rhythm align with your peripheral clocks. Thus the well-intentioned advice to go to sleep early and wake up early.

I wouldn't apply that advice to everyone. If your sleep schedule is messed up, I doubt forcing yourself to morning bird schedule would help you. My best bet is that you'd lie awake staring at the ceiling until wee hours in the morning, force yourself to wake up, be tired for the whole day, and repeat the thing again. (Because by forcing yourself to sleep by melatonin schedule will ruin your cortisol secretion schedule, as I talked in the cortisol post).

However, as per usual, gradual changes with tiny steps could lead you to where you want to be with your sleep schedule. See what works best for you, maybe you can go to bed a minute earlier, maybe you can eat breakfast (it helps), maybe you can eat a bit earlier in the evening, maybe take a nap, just try stuff out and see how it goes.

Idk what you can find out there, but meal timing is also important. If you want to go to sleep earlier and wake earlier, big meals should be in the first half of the day.

Physical activity and sports help, no matter what kind, no matter what time (but like, stick to the hours you want to be awake when doing sports). (Although it's recommended that sports is better in the later half of the day but not for chronibiology reasons as far as I remember)

So yeah, just do what you can, and hope for the best. Sorry I don't have a clear simple answer and a clear simple advice.

Here is one review that I assume has a lot more information (just glanced over it but it seems good), and idk how familiar you are with the topic and terminology, but like, feel free to contact me if you want me to explain something from the review or other article or another topic honestly I'm a nerd I love rambling about this