#infiltraitors

[notsosmug87]

GUYS

GUYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

HE DID IT HE JOINED RAS'S EMO BAND THE PROPHECY HAS BEEN FUFFILED

[reamara]

No one—no one—knows about his sacred hair routine.

Every day, without fail, Renji combs his mane exactly 107 times, oils it with a custom blend imported from the Living World, washes it on a strict schedule, and applies only the finest masks and treatments. He calculates humidity levels. He times his wash cycles with planetary alignments (not because it makes a difference, but because true dedication means going the extra mile).

This secret must never be exposed. His reputation hinges on maintaining the illusion that he is effortlessly cool.

And normally, his hair is a flawless cascade of crimson perfection, so lustrous and radiant it could have its own fan club. He ties it back, not for practicality, but because overexposure to wind friction could weaken the strands. If hair care were a battlefield, he would be its greatest warrior.

But now he stands before the mirror, staring into the abyss.

His hair is… dull. Frizzy.

Dead.

The morning sunlight cuts across the room, illuminating the crime scene upon his head. His breath shallows. His hands tremble as they ghost over the lifeless straw where his glorious mane once was.

This is not real.

This cannot be real.

Desperately he lunges for his hidden cabinet, yanking open the doors to his sanctuary. His eyes dart wildly across the shelves—tubes, serums, elixirs of life—his holy relics.

And then, there, he sees it. The infiltraitor.

Nestled among his precious shampoos, sitting there with the smugness of a villain who knows they have won.

A single can of shaving foam.

The world tilts, his vision swims.

There is no coming back from this. His legacy, his pride, his future shampoo sponsorship deals...

Gone.

He drags a hand through the ruins atop his head, trying to calculate the recovery process when—

A single, unmistakable cough.

Renji freezes.

His soul leaves his body, eyes with dread flicker to the mirror.

Behind him stands his Taichō.

Byakuya Kuchiki. Witness to his ultimate disgrace.

Renji cannot breathe, cannot move. He has been seen in his most vulnerable, weakest state.

Byakuya’s expression remains unreadable, his gaze shifting—just slightly—to Renji’s hair.

And there it is. That infinitesimal flicker of emotion. Not disgust, not pity.

Acknowledgment.

Renji braces himself. He is ready to swear eternal loyalty right here, right now, even as a frizz-ridden failure—

But he stills as Byakuya, without a word, sets something down on the dresser.

A single, elegant jar. Then, with the unshakable dignity of a true noble, he turns and walks away.

Renji, still too paralyzed with grief to function, finally looks down.

Hairy Fairy All Repair Mask.

He does not know how to process this, but his chest tightens.

Byakuya... his Taichō... the greatest man he has ever known... had foreseen his suffering.

Had prepared for it.

A hero. A savior.

The protector of the weak and the frizzy.

Renji clutches the jar to his chest, eyes burning with emotion.

He will not let this kindness go to waste.

He will not fail his Taichō, ever.

Byakuya Kuchiki—graceful, untouchable, all-knowing—has reminded him that even in the darkest moments, even in the depths of shaving-foam-induced ruin, there is hope.

AO3 Link:

Hairy Fairy All Repair Mask

[adcnic]

my blorbos

@wimpout ､ @infiltraitor ､ @oranberryorion ､ @txcspikes ､ @hoodmancol

[bb-baker]

Dakoda panted heavily, heaving her body along the dry earth that seemed to crack under her every step. Her legs ached horribly, sore from sprinting away from the previous Guzzlord. Her right arm burned... so badly. The ash that seemed to dance in the air perpetually in this world constantly brushed against the raw skin. Her other arm was lifted to cover her cheek, ignoring the blisters and pain alike to her arm. Dakoda tried so hard to ignore the pain on her side. Everything was so loud in this world, constant rockets from the Celasteela echoing across the burnt forests.

She tried her best to find some safe spot to finally rest but no matter which way she turned, or where she tried to dig, it was just the expanding dry ground. Dakoda whined to herself, tears falling down her face. Even the smallest sound she tried to make caused a scratchiness in her throat, despite the amount of water she was sent. Her previous wounds from Guzzlord just seemed to worsen. She just wanted to go home again. To see Lyra or Atlas and apologise for... whatever.

Her foot slipped, and caught unaware, she quickly tumbled down the edge of a cliff. Pain shot up her body as she rolled down, catching the glimpse of a few Celasteelas in the general vicinity. She tried to tuck her arms around her body, but was swiftly interrupted as she kept hitting bumps along the hill. As much anxiety and fear circled around her head, it was quickly forgotten as she came to a stop in a small cave that was dug out from the side of the cliff. Dakoda winced, narrowing her eyes as she crawled into the shelter. Her eyes were so... heavy. She wanted to reach behind her into the bag to retrieve some water, but her arm was just too weak. As she tucked her legs into herself, she finally closed her eyes resting in the small cave.

( @infiltraitor )

Right outside the cave reality cracked. A wormhole appeared and out sprinted a figure covered in ash. The portal closed behind him. Shaking off the ash ninten looked around.

“Alright…this should be the right world….now to find Dakoda.”

Ninten turned around seeing the cave.

“Well that seems like a good place to start.”

He pulled his goggles up and walked towards the cave. Keeping a hand on one of his pokeballs to be ready at a moments notice.

[golden-heartz]

LYRA．

-☀️

( @infiltraitor )

DAKODA!

[ethanarang]

DAILY FACT #127: Genestealers are operatives made by the Tyranids that serve as spies and infiltraitors to other races. They can single handley form cults to destabalize planetary governments therefore making then easier to take by invading hive fleets.

[kennys-parka-jacket]

Kevin McCormick halloween headcanons:

-Kept trick or treating well into his teens. Free candy.

-Carol made most of his costumes. Once he entered middle school he started making them himself.

-One year Karen and Kenny dressed up as princesses and convinced him to join them. He let Karen do his makeup while Kenny sprayed and teased his hair.

-His infiltraitor outfit was repurposed the following Halloween.

-Favorite type of candy is chocolate, especially reeses cups.

-Hates getting those snacks like popcorn balls and raisins. But really he'll take what he can get.

-Once he finally decided he was too old for trick or treating he helped his church out with trunk or treat.

-Doesn't go to haunted houses anymore after a few times when someone jumped out at him and his instinctual response was to punch them in the face.

-When he and his siblings were finished sorting their candy they would gather up everything that niether of them wanted, throw it in a pile in the backyard, and burn it with Stuart's blowtorch.

[shepardstales]

Potential wip titles in To Be Damned:

2. To Love You More

3. The Infiltraitors

4. Their Kiss Of Death

[trickricksblog08]

Of all the STUPID shit Fake News in collusion with our corrupt government institutions infested with infilTRAITORS has done, f**k around & find out, was indeed the dumbest.

We're not in 1995 anymore.

"Conspiracy Theories" are NO LONGER only shouted on street corners by "crazy people" with cardboard signs. The internet exists today where MILLIONS of consciously alert people are assimilating to trade pieces of information like puzzle pieces to form a LARGE picture.

The news is fake,

The war is real.

True journalism overdosed with toxins & died decades ago.

THIS, is the Digital Detox, to revive it.

Trump : "If you f**k around with us, if you do something bad to us, we are going to do things to you, that have never been done before."

Are you guys ready to see shit that's never been done before?

"They Never Thought She Would Lose"

LAW ϕ ORDER

[talenlee]

I Was Told There Would Be No Math

Know what’s cool about being a game designer talking about games? I don’t have to play games to talk about games. I can’t tell you how well something plays without playing it but what I can tell you about is what catches my attention. It’s not like videogames where sometimes a piece of software is literally private and you have to work out a way to make it work with the toolkit you’ve got. Since a board game is essentially just an interface, just exploring the interface of a board game will tell you a lot about that game.

Anyway, check out this card from the new (like, last year) game from Pandasaurus, Infiltraitors:

Infiltraitors is a hidden information cooperative game. One player knows what this card shows, but can’t say it. Players can communicate about this card by comparing it to other cards with the same face, from their own hands. You play these cards to show what they have in common, and one specific point is that you show if cards have a number that shares a factor with that number.

This is a really cool area to play, because it creates variety and challenge and it’s not cleanly reduced to a simple set of rules. Some numbers have a lot of factors, like 24, which is divisible by 12, 8, 6, 3, and 2 — and some numbers have very few, like uh… 7. And 11. And 13. Within a set of numbers, a card may have a lot of options or almost no options and you don’t need to do anything particularly impressive to construct this set. It doesn’t have to be factions or keywords or anything – it’s a system of organised sets we already have in the world around us that we’re so used to it runs everything we have. These are mechanical sets that are useful, shriven from any needs for player memory or preloading.

They are also math.

This is why those little numbers excite me. It’s a stylish way to present the players with the factors of a card, in a way that excises the need of the player to necessarily do that math on their own. The mechanics of the game work completely reliably in its construction and then you have to put an interface on the cards to ensure player focus is not on managing and maintaining the mathematical information presented to them but instead just engaging with the game pieces.

It isn’t new technology of course! This is a thing you can see on Oink Games’ ‘classic’ and by that I mean it’s more than five years old, Flotsam Fight:

In this game, the factors are again used to represent a group option. You’re putting things onto rafts and the rafts have to be compatible with what you’re chucking them in. It’s a mechanical element I dislike; it feels like the theme of those mechanics are kind of pasted onto the system, but the system is interesting. Point is this is by no means a new mechanic, but what it’s being used for is very different. In Infiltraitors, the player cards with the factors are being used for communication. All the players are doing their best with the information presented to them to create meaning with one another. In Flotsam Fight you’re using this system to try and control the information and options available to other players.

There’s a controlling element at work here, and it can even tie into things like a trick taker. Imagine a deck like this with all the primes cut out, where players have to play into a trick with something of the factors – but the players who can’t are able to do something else. You have to follow suit, putting something into the pool that matches other things – but then if you can’t, you start a second pool next to it? There’s a competitive edge at work there, where just as an example, even numbers have a huge capacity to ‘force’ people into their lane, while odd numbers are less likely to interact but not unlikely to react.

This is not, however without its problems. Numbers are just numbers. They aren’t people or characters or goblins or horses or beer. Numbers lack personalities (in and of themselves), and that means any system that relies on them needs them to be things that are reasonably fungible and transient. In the case of Infiltraitors, the idea of mystery, of transitional identities and their regular use and discarding, that fits with numbers. In Flotsam Fight, the items are just valuables, their value is determined by what you can keep. They’re literally fungible – it’s a lot like if they were actually money, one of the funnier fungible things we interact with all the time and pretend is real.

This might work for Switch Stances. The idea of leading a trick and people copy if they can but if they can’t they’re not bereft of what to do. Shared factors instead of shared values. Of course- hang on I can just… I can just look this up, hang on. From 1-52, there are 15 primes, which would be 15 cards that can’t share a factor with any card (except for 1, which would serve as a universal factor). Of a 52 card deck, that would be 37 cards, meaning that a third of the deck isn’t printable. If we go to 52 cards without primes, that means I get up to the number 72. Bigger numbers are more likely to win a trick but they also present more factors for people to use.

Setting aside the mechanics, though: Notice this all flows from the interface of a card. The way that a card can cleanly, conveniently and distinctly express information for an audience to engage with. Players can get a feel for it (‘even numbers are really easy to connect to’) without needing to do necessarily do the math. Present your players with information so they can make coherent choices and let the engine of the game be the place the ambiguity happens.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

[bb-drayster]

hey you seem like you know your DRAGON TYPES． do you know if an ARON evolves into a DRAGON TYPE．

-☀️

( @infiltraitor )

[ image: princess the shiny lairon! she’s staring into the camera curiously. not a single thought in that noggin of hers. ]

sure doesn’t. but she’s adorable and we love her

-🐉

[zalmonahugs]

look at my spacehey. NOW.

[psn-stalling]

alola is gonna be SO MUCH FUN． im SO EXCITED． my pokemon are gonna have SO MUCH FUN

-☀️

( @infiltraitor )

Mhm!! I'm sure it will be!

I'm already packed and everything, and I'm asking my friend for good spots. Looking forward to it!!

[bb-baker]

WOW． YOURE A DRAGAPULT？ TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT． EVERYTHING i want to learn EVERYTHING about this． HOW DO YOU FEEL？ CAN YOU USE MOVES？ DO YOU FEEL GHOST-Y？

-☀️

( @infiltraitor )

Well I don’t have a pulse so yeah pretty Ghosty

[golden-heartz]

do you think im ANNOYING lyra． tell the truth

-☀️

( @infiltraitor )

Huh? Why would I think you’re annoying

[ghastrolls]

Conscriptor Charigent

Art by Pepperpixel

RL: ,pleaze, leave me al0ne, i already kn0w,

Name: Arrigo Daytok Retitled To: The Infiltraitor Gender/Pronouns: Cis man, He/Him Age: 26 sweeps (57 years) Blood: Violet Trollhandle: regalLegacy Specibus: Riflekind, Polearmkind Modus: Wishing Modus

Conscriptor Charigent had a plan to make life safe for him and his matesprit. But it went horribly wrong. Guided by the hands of a puppetmaster, he sought his matesprite out any way he could - before finally joining the rebellion. He rose the ranks and became The Rebellious' right hand only to cripple the movement at its weakest moment. It was the only way to finally reach the love of his life. But when he finally got there, it was far too late, and the seeds of hate were sown a long time ago by someone he thought he could trust.

Romances: ♡ Solehorn (ex) ♢ Dependolent

Fun Facts:

Charigent was retitled to The Infiltraitor after his wonderful work bringing down the rebellion <3

Sadly he only got to use that title for like. A week