#it won't fit in here we're gonna get a big one for all of us and keep it in the living room

[thankskenpenders]

I have to admit that the more we see from CrossWorlds, the less enthusiastic I am about it. Mostly thanks to all the crossover DLC.

Early on, following its announcement and the public playtest, CrossWorlds was pitched as this big celebration of Sonic in kart racing form. A big roster of characters, a bunch of tracks based on locations across the series, even the return of the Babylon Rogues and Extreme Gear for Riders fans. It seemed like it was doing everything right.

And then they started announcing the crossovers.

First they announced the first few Sega guest characters who'll be added for free. And that was fine. That made sense. It's all Sega stuff, and seeing Ichiban and Miku racing against Sonic characters is funny.

And then right after that, they announced... Minecraft. Minecraft Steve will be in the Sonic racing game, along with a whole Minecraft track, as part of the season pass that's being announced months before the game is even out. It seemed very arbitrary, just doing a crossover with something super popular as a marketing stunt.

And then, as had been previously leaked, we got the SpongeBob announcement. SpongeBob and Patrick will be in the new Sonic racing game, along with a Bikini Bottom track. And like, yeah, I love those first few seasons of SpongeBob as much as the next late-gen millennial, but does that mean I think SpongeBob makes sense to include here? No. And later in the season pass we'll also be getting TMNT and Avatar crossovers, because of course we are. Nick characters are literally half of the season pass. I will admit that the turtles are a good fit for Sonic, but the rest? Come on. But please be sure to pay $90 USD to get the Digital Deluxe Edition so you can play as Aang, everyone!

The current fan favorite (Sega-developed) Sonic kart racer, All-Stars Racing Transformed, also had its fair share of random third party guest characters. I didn't mind it there. The difference to me is that the selection there was so random and asinine that it was kind of charming, and easy to ignore. Including Danica Patrick, Wreck-It Ralph, and one of the guys from the YogsCast in a Sonic racing game was so stupid that it was funny. It was also easy to ignore in a game that already had such a hodgepodge crossover roster.

But here it feels cynical. It's a generic corporate synergy move in what was pitched as purely a Sonic game. Viacom will shove SpongeBob, the turtles, and Aang into every game they can as cosmetic DLC, from Fortnite to Fall Guys to Smite and beyond. We're not getting these characters because someone at Sega thought they'd be the best fit for Sonic, but rather because Viacom owns the Sonic movies and they wanted to do cross-promotion of their Most Valuable IP with Sega. This wasn't a decision made by a creative, it was made by a boardroom. And also they had to do it on the cheap, I guess, because they couldn't pay to get Tom Kenny or Bill Fagerbakke to provide voice lines, or even get the rights to use stock clips of theirs. So SpongeBob and Patrick are just going to be mute in this racing game that places a huge emphasis on having a ton of voice lines and interactions for the Sonic cast. There's a very real chance we're just gonna see lobbies full of mute crossover characters when playing online. Sonic is simply a part of the Viacom corporate machine now, whether we like it or not. And Minecraft is here because it's the most popular game in the world and its movie just made almost a billion dollars, I guess.

It just feels like it's watering down the identity of the game so much. I like Fortnite, but I don't need every other game in the world to turn into Fortnite with all these corporate crossovers. It's fucking exhausting. I won't go as far as going "slot crisis" mode here and assume that these DLC characters have taken slots from other characters I'd rather see included, but like... If the game comes out and Tangle and Whisper aren't in it, but SpongeBob is? Sorry, but you're never going to hear the end of it from me lmao

(I know fans have already datamined an Extreme Gear for Whisper that seems to point to their inclusion, but that's not exactly a confirmation. It could literally just be the Extreme Gear thrown in as a nod to the comics and nothing else. Also now that we have all these mute crossover characters part of me worries that they wouldn't even bother casting voice actresses for them, which is half the reason why I'd be excited to see them in a game in the first place. I know it's a whole different rights situation with the Nick characters, but still, the thought is in my head.)

So yeah. I dunno. It'll probably still be decent. But these last few announcements have kind of killed the excitement for me.

At least I still have Ring Racers.

[witherby]

Everyone immediately folding to mouse is adorable

Omg mousey that’s so cute

Ooooo imagine everyone’s reactions if mouse gets bullied when they’re older

-🪼

That's an excellent thought experiment! Let's play around with that scenario!

What would everyone do if you were being bullied at school?

Featuring: a black eye, a concerned/angry Batfamily, a doting Justice League, and a kid who fucked around and is about to find out.

Alfred:

He's the information collector. He's calling the school. He's asking to see the footage from the incident that sent you home with a black eye. He's firing your body guard. He's reigning in your youngest brother so he won't storm the elementary school and start throwing down with every adult in sight. He's fetching the cold compress and extra blankets. He's prepping your favorite snacks. Anything you require, Flittermouse, you just need ask. Grandpa is livid, but he's also keeping everybody's lids from blowing.

Bruce:

He's walking right out of an important meeting (like, multi-billion with a B dollar investment type of meeting) and driving straight home to assess the damage. Daddy's here, let him see, tell him what happened, Mouse. Bruce stays home for the rest of the day with you, honestly kind of overdoing it with the fussing and babying, but his arms are so secure around you and his heartbeat in your ear is so steady, which you love. In the short bursts of time he lets you go, it's to call Commissioner Gordon to pursue charges against the school and the family of the kid that gave you a shiner. He doesn't need Batman for this; Daddy's got it handled.

Dick:

No worries allowed! No tears allowed! Big Bro Dicky is all smiles and distractions. When Bruce gets too suffocating, he's there to take over and take you someplace fun. You wanna hit up the playground? Done and done, hop in his car. You want ice cream from that one vendor downtown? Sure, get the biggest size and as many flavors as your tummy can fit. Bet that nasty bruise doesn't hurt as bad with all these cool distractions, huh? It's mind over matter, Flitty. You'll be okay, pinky promise.

Tim:

Your cool brother Tim's orchestrating the narrative. What do you want, Mouse? You want that kid expelled? He can do it, say the word. You want him just suspended for a couple days? Done. Easy work. Child's play. You want him to systematically ruin his and his parents' social standings among the Gotham Elite until their names are worth little more than the dirt under the boots of this city? Because he can do that, too. If you want. No biggie. Oh, you just want to be cuddled and marathon Bluey for a while? Hell yeah, M, settle in, we're using the theater room for this. He'll whisper cool facts about the show to you in between the credits while you share the popcorn.

Jason:

Your actually cool brother is gonna ruffle your hair and give you a pep talk about bullies, conflict resolution, and the best ways to handle a situation like this if it ever happens again. He's also gonna teach you how to throw the nastiest right hook anybody's ever seen. With the right technique you could fell a grown fuckin' man, Mousey. Just cause that's your nickname doesn't mean you have to have the matching demeanor. You're gonna come back from this with your chin up and, if need be, your fists clenched. You don't have to pick up the vigilante mantle to avoid becoming a victim. Maybe he'll... also buy you a stuffie and teach you how to milk your injury for extra goodies, whatever. All his tips and tricks don't need to be based in violence!

Damian:

Oh man. This boy's got no chill when it comes to you, for real. He's spent so many years being the baby of the family and that was never a title he wanted. Now here comes you, who used to be an actual, literal baby, growing up faster than anybody wants, and you've come home hurt? Give him the name of the pathetic whelp that dared lay a hand against you, Flit. He'll make them pay dearly. He's your big brother. He's your protector. He's come to love you like a blood sibling, and he won't stand for any injustice committed against you. Damian's hands are rated E for Everyone; he'll punch out a child without hesitation and make them wish they'd never even thought about touching you.

Of course, the Justice League is your family, too! They used to look forward to seeing Bruce bring you to the Watchtower in your little car seat and portable playpen. They come to all your birthday parties. They're your aunties and uncles through and through.

Hal:

Uncle Hal (who eventually becomes your step-dad Hal, or Papa) is sympathetic. He used to get into fights at school, too. His more down-to-earth advice for dealing with the problem — ironic, considering his intergalactic occupation — is really helpful. Sometimes you just need a comforting squeeze, a kiss on the forehead, and a classic everything will be A-okay, kiddo. You just gotta take life one step at a time and don't let it keep you down. 10/10 most reasonable and normal reaction to the whole thing, honestly.

Diana:

Y'know I think she's only slightly more chill about it than Damian. She's infuriated that any mere mortal would dare harm your previous head. She's trying to convince Bruce to grant her temporary custody so she can take you to Themyscira for intensive warrior training. She's offering to end the bloodline of the soul that caused you injury. She's commending your fortitude and the fact that a black eye isn't dissuading you from going back to school tomorrow. She will go to battle about it if you just ask.

Clark:

Baffled that children are this cruel. (<- This motherfucker was getting bullied way harder than you did when he was your age, but his invulnerability made it really easy to deal with and he just pretended to be hurt by his aggressors.) He's offering to fly you to the Kent family farm to hang out with the animals for a day in a nice, quiet environment. He's gonna give you a little pep talk like Hal did, but again, he's invulnerable, so it's going to sound disingenuous coming from Uncle Clark. It's the thought that counts, though. Thanks man.

Long story short: you're getting bullied and injured. It's blown just a little out of proportion, but you feel no less loved for it, and you can rest assured that it won't happen again.

[the-resident-vampire]

needle & thread. \\ l. kennedy

summary: sometimes, it can be a little boring in a suitshop but there's always at least the one interaction you won't stop thinking about.

pairing: leon kennedy x reader

dedicated to @ashiemochi <3

also irl, I work in a suit store - currently got promoted to store manager so technically I run one?? anyway, this stemmed from a conversation that I said Leon's dress shirt is waaaay too tight across the chest and anyway -

Time ticks, and ticks, you count down the minutes.

Shift ends in four, maybe five hours - eternity as far as you were concerned. It was a slow afternoon, a few disgruntled grandpas getting ready for weddings that they had no interest in. You had let a few part-timers leave for the day, no sense in keeping them when there was hardly anything to do or anyone passing through the door.

Busying yourself refolding tables, the chime of the door goes off.

"Hi, welcome in!" You say cheerfully, mustering up your customer voice as best you can.

He was gorgeous, you hesitated to almost joke that he must be in the wrong store - he possibly couldn't be wanting to be here. No, your shop catered to an older demographic compared to its sister store down the street.

"Hey, how fast could you get me fitted?" He asks, his voice soft like warm honey, "I got, uh, a flight in three hours."

Sugar plums dancing across your vision melt away and are quickly replaced with your more professional demeanor. You took a good look at him, he was buff. Definitely works out, not in the obnoxious gym bro way - no, he was lean but muscular but a slim fit wouldn't look right. No.

"Uh... you just gonna keep starin' or what, princess?"

You snap out of thought, "Sorry! I, uh - okay, what color, and what fit do you like? Do you know your size? It's totally okay if you don't!"

With shaky hands, you pulled your measuring tape from your cardigan pocket. Bright orange, you were worried it wouldn't exactly go around his chest, he was built like a goddamn greek god for all you knew. Measuring him shouldn't be too much of a problem, truck had just stopped by for the day.

He chuckles, "Uh, navy - and slim fit's too snug but I don't wanna look like I've been digging through my old man's closet. Size wise, can't recall."

You nodded, "Okay! Stand in front of me, and look toward the front, arms out."

He walks toward you, and there was definitely an aura to him that you weren't used to. He was cool, confident. Definitely not like the usual crowd of people you're used to.

He shucks off the biker jacket and lord have mercy, you never really paid much attention to the looks of most customers that come in unless if its the small things like bad breath or if they were the creeps that tried to make a pass at you, once or twice.

"I'm sorry for giving you trouble," He says as he turns to face the front of the store, you swallow thickly, "I have this big meeting and thought I got a suit, it slipped my mind."

You laugh it off, "I've had a best man come in the day of his brother's wedding to rent a suit, he was not happy about being told no. Trust me, you're giving me no trouble."

"Sounds like interesting people." He says as he raises his arms, you step closer and smell vanilla and spice as you take the measuring tape around his chest, "must be fun here, yeah?"

You sighed, "Sometimes, groomzillas scare me at this point."

He laughs, "Groomzillas? Thought it was the bride."

"Not always, no." You said as you paid attention to the tape, making a mental note - chest size is a 48, "Okay, drop your arms."

You take the tape over his bicep, "Measuring your overarm, promise."

"Not the first time I've been tied up."

You about choke, face flushed as you counted seven down or at least tried to - your mind instantly imagining the most smutty scenario that a book couldn't even publish, "Okay, uh, we're gonna try a modern fit - classic, but tapered like a slim. I have a tailor in, she can definitely try to get some minor stuff done to make it look more fitted if you don't mind waiting."

"Sounds good, I'm at your mercy after all, sweetheart." He says, "Name's Leon, by the way."

You nod, "Nice to meet you, Leon, I promise i won't have you looking like a mess when you get out of here. But I am gonna have you try stuff on."

Fishing through for his size in a bright navy color, you feel his eyes burning through your back. Taking a deep breath, you managed to find one coat, "Here, try this on. It should fit your shoulders, we can take the sides in of your coat for a tapered look."

He shrugs on the jacket, it looked great in the shoulders and arm. Just a bit blousey from the back. He turns to face you, "In your expert opinion?"

"We'll take in the sides, and that should help." You guaranteed, "What size in pants do you wear?"

"Couldn't you just measure me?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow.

You let out a small joke, "You don't know what you wear in jeans?"

He flushed red, "Right, shit, okay - I'm between a 34-36."

He shrugs off the coat, before setting it down on one of the racks. You fish through for pants, guessing that he'd prefer more a 32 length. You hand him the pants, "Fitting rooms are in the back, push open on the door. I'll get the tailor out and we'll get the initial stuff we talked about marked and I'll have her work on them."

"Thanks, you're amazing." He says before he takes off to the fitting rooms.

You took a deep breath before going to the back but making a quick right into the tailor shop, telling the older woman you had someone for her to fit.

Once Leon got in front of the mirror, he caught you staring. You swallowed thickly, "How do the pants fit?"

"Fit great, you're pretty good at this." He says with a grin, "How long have you been doing this?"

"A year."

Helping him with the jacket, the tailor comes out. You look to her and smile, "Hey, is there any way we can get the sides in for him? We'll possibly have to lower the collar, what do you think?"

The older woman studies him, "How soon do you need it?"

"He's got a flight in three hours."

The older woman sighs, "Can be done, I'll mark it and take it with me."

"Thank you," Leon spoke, "You're a lifesaver."

The older woman nods and gets to marking, you can't take your eyes off Leon. He was probably the most interesting part of the day, next was the shirt. You gently wrap the measuring tape to get under the Adam's apple, distracted by the prettiness of his eyes.

"You usually get this nervous?"

You shake your head, "No."

"Seventeen, turn around - face front." You tell him, taking the tape off his neck, he turns and you measure his sleeve, "You could get a thirty four or thirty five."

He pulls shirt over his head, and you felt faint.

"Oh my god," was the first thing that rolled off your tongue once you got a glimpse at him.

Any sense of professionalism, down the drain. Replaced, the giggly crush slowly bubbling to the surface. You busy yourself finding a shirt for him, quickly unpinning it and throwing the pins every which way than the pincushion saved for the tailor.

You were a flustered mess, and it was like he enjoyed it.

You handed him the shirt, "Go to the dressing room, please."

He chuckles and walks off, you took a deep breath. You went to check on the tailor, maybe splash cold water on your face. The tailor looks up from Leon's coat once you enter the tailorshop, "How's it going?"

"It's going," You reply

She chuckles, "He's pretty, that one."

"He is," You agreed, "but he's in a bind, I appreciate you so much for this."

She smiles, "Of course, of course. Get his number, will you?"

You blushed and turned, leaving the tailorshop. Just in time to nearly trip into Leon, you look up - noticing how the shirt pulled across the chest.

"How's the shirt feel?"

"Good." He says, "little snug, but it doesn't matter to me."

You raise a brow, "Button the collar, if you plan on wearing a tie - you gotta breathe."

"Might need help with that."

You shake your head and reach up to button the collar of his shirt, to test, you put two fingers behind the collar - there was room all around.

"Congrats, you can breathe."

He chuckles, "So you didn't take my breath away, damn."

Once done, and all set to ring out. A grandpa comes in through the front, you welcome in just as you were ringing Leon out. He eyes you, "Could I get your number? I'd like to see you when I get back."

"Really?" You asked, almost in disbelief.

"Well, consider you my personal stylist." He says with a wink once the tailor came out with the suit, bagged and ready to travel, "We can talk more over dinner. See you next Friday at 6? You like steak? I know a great place."

A whirlwind of thoughts run through your mind as you scribble out your number on your business card, "S-Sure, I'm off at six."

"Good. See you when I get back." He says as he takes the card from you.

With that, he was gone and your head was in a swirl of feelings -

"You have a date!" Shouted the tailor, "Good! Stop being here so much!"

[libraford]

Multi-paper junk mini journal tutorial (low spoons version)

Last night, I mentioned that I like my blank books to have a combination of different papers: colored paper for sketching, blank paper for writing, dotted paper for lists, graph paper for schematics and maps, but there arent many manufacturers that make this. So I just make them myself.

And yall wanna know how to do that.

GREAT!

Here's the easy version. This is for:

-I want this for me, NOW, and I don't care what it looks like because I'm gonna cover it in stickers, and it's only going to be a few pages long. If it lasts a week, I'm happy.

You will need:

- desired papers, 8.5x11 inch regular ass sizes

- a piece of card stock or a thicker paper.

- stapler

- washi tape (optional)

- probably scissors

STEP 1

Take a piece of paper. Fold it in half. Tear or cut the paper along the fold line so you have two half sheets of paper.

If you want a larger book, you can just fold it in half and the book will be 8.5×5 instead of 5x3.25.

STEP 2

Fold the half sheets in half and crease them. Repeat this for every sheet you intend on using for the inside of your journal.* Try not to do more than 8 papers because it'll put stress on the stapler. The papers should now fit inside of each other.

*you could, if pressed, fold them all together in one big group. This is faster, however- if you've ever had a handmade zine that doesn't close cleanly it's likely that they stapled it together without creasing. To each their own. I don't run your life.

If there is excess on the ends that makes the book uneven, feel free to chop it off at this point.

STEP 3

Repeat step 2, but with the thicker paper, which is now your book cover.

STEP 4

Find the centerfold- which is the middle piece of paper. Lay it flat and make sure all the papers and the cover line up.

TIME TO MAKE FRIENDS WITH STAPLER!

Ah, yes- the zine-stitch. Three staples to hold it all together, one in the center and 2 an inch from the top and bottom. If you are doing a larger size, you may need more staples.

You can staple from the inside or you can flip it over and staple it from the spine. Stapling from the spine will make it smoother on the outside so if you're carrying it in your pocket it won't catch threads.

But sometimes stapling from the inside is the only method that works. I've got a fix for you at the end.

Stapling is easy because it's a fast fix, but you may find yourself wasting staples because they don't go all the way through. This can be that the paper is too thick or that there's too many papers. I have a more complicated version of this that's suited to this situation, which I'll write later.

Other, more obvious solution: better staples, better stapler. But I don't have that.

You can call yourself done now, or...

OPTIONAL STEP 5

If you stapled from the centerfold or if you plain don't like the way your spine looks, we're gonna use some washi tape.**

Gently find an unstapled flap in the cover and separate it so you can get some washing tape to adhere to the inside.

Run it along the spine with the book flattened.

Adhere it to the inside of the cover at the bottom and then fold.

**an advanced technique for this when you don't have washi tape: cut a strip of contrasting paper at least 1 inch thick and 2 inches longer than the spine (so in this case it would be 1 inch by 7 inches.) Coat the back of this paper with glue and then use in the same way the washi is shown. This will require extra curing time and you will want to put something heavy on top as it dries. Washi is just easier.

Now slap a sticker on it.

Nice!

And now you've got a little journal. Does it look great? Who cares? You don't have to look all over for a piece of graph paper when you wanna draw a map of something while you're out doing stuff.

It took me longer to write the tutorial than it did to make the thing. The hardest part was getting the staples to behave.

I have a higher spoons version that I will write up later, but this is the punkass way of doing something for yourself.

UPDATE: The tutorial for the nicer version is available here!

[royalarchivist]

Pac: Take care of Ramon, take care of Richas, ok? See you on the other side, big boy.

Fit: [Laughs] Take it easy, big boy. Take it easy, big boy. Actually, nononono– You can't just say "big boy" and then just expect me to not drag you outta here. [Fit tries to lasso Pac] You're coming with me.

Pac: No, I need to leave!

Fit: You're coming with me. You are not dying today! You are not dying today!

Pac: I need to leave, Fit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Ironmouse: Are you guys like, having sexy time?

Fit: There's homosexual activity going on Mouse, don't worry about us, ok?

Ironmouse: You guys, we don't have time to be gay right now.

[ Full Transcript ↓ ]

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Pac: I'm just here to say goodbye to you, Fit.

Fit: Goodbye? We're not– we're gonna be fine, we're going to get out of here, don't worry.

Aypierre: Yeah, don't worry!

Pac: I know, but like– I will sleep until the end, you know? I will pass through this moment sleeping, man. I won't be able to be awake for the moment.

Fit: [Laughs] You know, it's– I mean, if that's how you wanna go, but– I mean, that- I mean, isn't that bed kind of like.... I don't know, it's–

Pac: No no, I will be staying on the sofa, you know, I will be staying on the sofa.

Fit: Oh the sofa. Ok, that's a nice sofa! Yeah, that is a pretty nice sofa.

Pac: Yeah, it's a nice sofa right? No, yeah– I'm going to stay on the sofa, you know? So, since I will be going Fit... [Pac starts tossing Fit all his items]

Aypierre: [Not paying attention to their conversation] Is that bigger cell? I don't think it's a bigger- biggest one.

Fit: Oh... Thank you Pac, thank you.

Pac: Everything you need to survive, ok?

Fit: Wow.

Aypierre: Wow.

Pac: And if you need this one also, maybe, who knows? [Throws him more items]

Fit: Ohhh, well hey– just take this to remember me by, ok? [Tosses him a photo of himself – the same one Aypierre was carrying all day yesterday]

Pac: [Laughs] Ok, I will sleep holding the picture you know, like this. You know, I will dream about you, Fit. And I hope this is gonna be good dreams. I see you in the other side. Good luck, my friend.

Fit: The other side... Yeah, you know, yeah, we– we– you know? It's been an honor, Pac. It's been an honor, you know?

Pac: Yeah, for me too, you know? Take care of Ramon, take care of Richas, ok?

Fit: Ok.

Pac: See you on the other side, big boy.

Fit: I will sing your praise– Oh yeah, hey– [Laughs] Take it easy, big boy. Take it easy, big boy. Actually, nononono– You can't just say "big boy" and then just expect me to not drag you outta here. You're coming with me.

Pac: No, I need to leave!

Fit: You're coming with me. You are not dying today! You are not dying today!

Pac: I need to leave, Fit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Fit: Sorry, there's–

Pac: I'm sorry!

Ironmouse: Are you guys like, having sexy time?

Fit: There's homosexual activity going on Mouse, don't worry about us, ok?

Ironmouse: You guys, you guys– we don't have time to be gay right now, come on. There's no time.

Pac: No, there's no time! Oh, goodbye Fit...

Fit: Ok, c'mon, no no no, come on, we got this we got this!

Pac: Goodbye Fit, I'm sorry!

Fit: [Laughs] Oh no...

[catboybiologist]

Honest question, why bother voting if you live in California?

Like it's not going to change the outcome for sure

So the most obvious reason is that the president isn't the only thing you vote for. Local candidates and statewide measures are in the ballot too. And those are ABSOLUTELY worth voting for. This is big fucking reason number 1. California has ballot propositions right now on ending slavery as a form of criminal punishment, rent and housing reform, and a dangerous crime and punishment bill.

This alone should be more than enough reason to vote in California, I'm begging you (general you, not the asker, I'm p sure you're not American iirc).

As for the president, yeah, I was initially with your other ask that "voting third party will send a message", BUT, I've had some major shifts in how I view my vote.

One, no state is as safe as you think it is. I know "red California" seems like a fairy tale, but remember that we're the state that gave the world Reagan. There's a vicious undercurrent of neoliberal right wing mentalities here, and I don't want to abstain from the vote in the year that this current takes over enough.

Florida used to be a swing state. Now it's solid R. And there are endless examples.

This year it's not gonna happen, of course. Hell, we're Harris' home state. But I'm a little too scared to make that judgement call right now.

The other shift I've had is in the way that parties view their votes. These thoughts are way more poorly formed and I know people are going to judge me for them, so please don't pounce.

Major politicians don't view abstain or third party votes as protest votes. They view them as demographics that they've already lost. Permanently. They view them as either lazy young people who won't vote, or idealists who they can't appeal to. And yeah, maybe I fit that bill.

Right now, the messaging the Dems need to be sent is that yes, they can actually get a turnout.

Federal presidential candidates aren't going to try to appeal to people who are voting green. They're going to continue appealing to center suburbanites and forgetting about the left.

Does all this mean "blindly rally behind the Democrats"? God fucking no. It means plug your nose, mark a piece of paper, and hope they win because they'll listen at least the TINIEST but more when you raise hell in the future.

The question also is, do I believe in the Greens at all? Or is it just a "stick it to the Democrats" vote? And is giving the Greens legitimacy an unintended side effect, or an intent for that vote? I don't want to say personal answers to those questions

[ddejavvu]

hii! I've been on a James brainriot for the past week and I can't stop thinking about him winning you one of those big animal plushies at fairs and being so proud about it (carrying it for you too if you want 👀 cause he's strong and he wants to show off as if it's heavy) and so this is me asking for a blurb/fic (whichever is fine) with this scenario! Thank you either way!!:)

"That won't fit," The fair employee looks rather unimpressed with the giant sloth that James is lugging around over his shoulder, and you peer warily at the ferris wheel cars.

"Sure it will," James gushes, cheery even in the face of the man's disdain, "C'mon, love, let's squish in there."

"James-" You start, because you're not sure that you should be disagreeing with the safety checker of the ride. But James has already shouldered his way through the slimly open doors of the compartment, and he's set the sloth on the circular bench beside him.

"I'm sorry," You smile guiltily at the ride operator, who looks like he might rather be in the seventh circle of hell than here, and you rush into the compartment to get away from his disapproving glare.

"Next time let's win the giant stuffed animal right before we leave," You plead sweetly, "Okay, Jamie?"

"I think it's fine," He stares at the way you're squished up against the sloth's neon purple fur, the fuzz tickling your face and sticking to your clothes, "I mean, you're not too smushed, are you, love? C'mere."

He scoots himself closer towards the sloth, creating more room for you to slide yourself over. Unfortunately, you'd been compressing the stuffing of the plushie quite a lot by pressing into its side, and it expands to fill all of the space you'd given it.

It means you're now sandwiched between James and a giant sloth, and with an awful-sounding creak, the ride begins to spin, raising you into the air.

"Uh-" You mumble, your cheek pressed against James's, "Are you- is that your foot?"

"'Think so," He murmurs, moving the toe of his shoe out from beneath your heel, "And- your hand?"

"Sorry," You tug it out from where it had been pressing uncomfortably into his hip bone, watching as the sloth merely smiles blankly at you with beaded eyes.

"I think that guy was right," James concludes, and when you turn to look at him while he speaks, your nose bumps right into his own. He smiles, then laughs, then doesn't stop doing either, and you get pulled into his fit of giggles as you finally reach the top of the ferris wheel.

"I'm sorry I crammed us in here with a giant sloth," He apologizes, and when he kisses your cheek, he doesn't have to move his head at all. He simply puckers his lips, and they hit your flushed cheek.

"It's okay. He's a great sloth," You reach out to stroke the purple fur on its shoulder, "Thanks for winning him for me, Jamie."

"Anytime, darling." He vows, dropping another kiss to your skin before he reconsiders: "Or- actually, this'll probably be the last time. Don't know how we're gonna get that thing through the door, much less make room for another one."

[tongue-like-a-razor]

Less Talk | Part VIII

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

A/N: Wooooh we're finally back! Hope y'all enjoy this infuriating little tale of will they won't they XD

Summary: Jake can't stand Bradley's best friend. What's more, he's probably in love with her, which really pisses him off.

CW: Swearing, suggestive dialogue and actions, it's an angsty one

Masterlist | Part I

Jake senses Bradley stiffen in the seat to his right and suppresses a scowl. He's been regulating the outward expression of his feelings for you since the day you met, so what's a couple more hours?

Bradley cranes his neck, watching you step out of the car while Mustang examines his taillights with a frown. You shut your own door and join him near the trunk when he finally straightens his back. Then the two of you head for the entrance.

“I fucking knew it,” Bradley mutters.

Jake releases a steady breath, trying his best to mask his own misery. “Are you gonna tell me what’s going on with her?” he says casually.

Bradley looks at Jake with a sour expression. “You spend more time with her than I do these days. You tell me.”

Jake swears under his breath as Bradley rises from his chair. For a moment, he considers completely ignoring you and your piece of shit excuse for a boyfriend. ­Ex-boyfriend, he reminds himself adamantly, finally getting out of his seat. He's not sure why Bradley's so distraught by Mustang's presence, but he's getting tired of all the mystery.

He looks up when you walk into the restaurant, his eyes meeting yours the moment you enter. You’ve got your arm hooked through Mustang’s and Jake nearly sits back down.

But the smug look on Mustang’s face makes him reconsider. Jake Seresin isn’t one to shy away from a fight, if that’s what it comes down to. And whatever your reason is for arriving with this jackass, Jake deserves to know it. He steps around the table and marches alongside Bradley as he approaches the two of you.

You glance between Bradley and Jake innocently, as though you’ve absolutely no idea why the two men are stopping you before you even reach the table.

“Is everything okay here?” Bradley asks commandingly, his eyes sliding between you and Mustang.

You give him a jolly smile that is so far from genuine, it borders on comical, and say, “Of course.” Jake narrows his eyes at you, but you avoid his gaze and blink up at Mustang instead. “Shall we find a seat?” You're carrying a gift bag that's big enough to fit a small toddler and you look as though it might tip you over at any moment.

“Hold it,” Jake says sternly.

Mustang gives him a sharp look, but Jake keeps his eyes on you. You meet his gaze reluctantly.

For a split second, Jake wonders if he’s the crazy one. If he’s been so infatuated with you that he’s completely misread the situation. Maybe he’s got no reason to be upset. Maybe it was just a kiss. Two, he reminds himself adamantly. It was two.

You transfer the gift bag from one hand to the other impatiently and shake out the unburdened arm.

Jake reaches for the gift bag and takes it out of your grasp, holding it out to Mustang pointedly. This idiot can't take a hint, apparently.

Mustang stares at the bag and then blinks up at Jake, so Jake shoves it forcefully into his stomach. “Try to make yourself useful, son,” he says flatly.

Mustang takes the bag obediently even though his features are still twisted in confusion.

“Can I steal you for a minute?” Jake asks, returning his attention to you.

Mustang snaps out of his trance and steps forward as if to assert his dominance, but you place a hand on his arm and nod mutely. “I'll meet you at the table,” you say gingerly.

Jake gestures for you to lead the way, not even bothering to grace Mustang with a farewell.

You take a few steps away and stop, but Jake is right behind you and gives you a slight nudge to keep you moving. You glance up at him and he nods toward the back of the restaurant. You oblige, navigating the narrow spaces between the tables on your way to the rear while Jake keeps a couple of fingers on your lower back.

You round the corner into the corridor leading into the kitchen and turn to look at him with a blank expression. Jake studies you quietly for a moment, wondering if you might try to explain yourself before he has to ask. When you raise your eyebrows questioningly, he scoffs, saying, “What the fuck?”

You appear taken aback by his brusqueness, but he isn’t overly concerned with hurting your delicate feelings. In fact, riling you is probably the easiest way to get you to talk.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” he asks, taking a step forward.

You compensate by taking a step back. “We’re working things out,” you respond nonchalantly, as though Jake should have seen this coming.

Jake watches you broodingly until you finally lower your gaze. “No, you’re not,” he says finally.

You look up at him abruptly and he can sense the hostility in your eyes. “What do you want, Seresin?” you ask irritably, like he’s getting on your last nerve.

“I want you to tell me what he’s doing here,” he repeats, taking another step toward you.

You swallow uncomfortably but don’t retreat again. “We decided to give it another shot,” you say, shrugging.

Jake shakes his head when you avert your gaze once more. “You’re lying,” he says. He knows you, and something about you feels off.

You let out a frustrated sigh but obstinately keep your eyes on the ground.

“What about yesterday?” he asks.

You glance up at him reproachfully. “What about it?” you say with a grimace.

Jake takes a final step forward, towering over you while you lift your face to maintain eye contact. “Want me to remind you?” he says quietly, each strike of his accelerating heartbeat growing closer to his throat.

You roll your eyes, apparently completely unfazed by his advances. “It was just a kiss, Seresin,” you say. “It didn’t mean anything.”

Jake makes another attempt. “It was two,” he points out.

You sigh, glancing over Jake’s shoulder anxiously to check that the two of you are still alone. “One, two, twenty – who cares?” you say jadedly.

Jake tightens his jaw, not even attempting to conceal the bitterness in his voice. “Are you really just gonna stand here and pretend like you don’t feel it too?” he says. Normally, he’d have walked away by now. But he’ll be damned if this doesn't work out on account of your stupid ego. Or his, for that matter.

“Come on, Jake,” you say cynically, crossing your arms. “You’re not the feeling type.”

Jake exhales forcefully; you’re not wrong, but he doesn't want to get into it. How could he possibly explain that this assessment is no longer as accurate as he’s led you to believe? How could he tell you that things have changed in recent weeks – that he’s changed?

He can’t. Not without baring his soul. And he’s not prepared to do that for anybody.

“You’re right,” he murmurs, taking your elbow gently and drawing you forward. He detects a hint of citrus as you near and it dizzies him. “I actually don’t give a shit about you at all.”

He sees the twitch of your lips as you attempt to hold back a smile and lowers his head to rest it over yours. “There he is,” you mutter softly.

“Couldn't care less,” he adds, coasting his fingers up your arms as you unfold them.

“Sounds about right,” you breathe, and he can feel your fingers slowly twist into the material of his dress shirt. It’s all he can do not to steer you backward into the wall and run his hands up the curves of your waist and capture your mouth in his and –

He lets the tip of his nose brush the bridge of yours lightly while the torrent inside him rages on. “You drive me up the wall, I swear,” he admits, his voice cracking as a short-lived chuckle escapes with his words.

“It comes naturally,” you respond, and he can hear your smile without having to see it.

“I bet.”

“I can’t stand you,” you mutter as your fingers tangle further into the gaps between the buttons of his shirt.

Jake closes his eyes when said fingers make contact with his skin. “I don’t blame you,” he whispers, his mouth hovering just above yours.

Your hands relax slightly as your fingers graze his stomach through the slits of his shirt. “Anything else?” you ask, your eyes lifting to meet his gaze.

Jake nods slowly. “You’re really fucking annoying,” he says, bringing his hand up to trace the outline of your face.

Your smile widens. “I’m sorry about that.”

Jake shakes his head. “Don’t be,” he whispers, sliding his hand behind your head and pulling you forward. But, being the complete idiot he is, just before kissing you, he asks again, “Why’d you bring him?”

You let your face fall slightly, so that your forehead lands right on his lips. He doesn’t miss this opportunity to kiss it. “He and I aren’t together anymore, Jake,” you respond. “We’re just here as friends,” you add, but you still withdraw slightly.

Jake isn’t sure how to respond and his hands fall away from you as you retreat. Your message is fairly straightforward, but your tone has an air of ambiguity to it which gives him pause.

“He’s trying to be nice,” you continue. “He offered me a ride.”

“I could’ve given you a ride,” Jake says impulsively; defensively. There’s no way this asshole is here because you were short on a mode of transportation.

You sigh. “There’s more to it.”

“No shit,” he responds.

“Look, I don’t have to explain myself to you,” you snap. “Just – don’t get involved. Please.”

Jake fixes you with a defiant sort of scowl. “Did he threaten you?” he asks, his voice somewhat gravelly as he tries to suppress his anger.

“It’s not like that,” you say quickly. “Let it go.”

Jake juts out his jaw and sucks in his cheeks, nodding. “Okay,” he says finally. “Go ahead and enjoy your friend’s company, then.” He gestures for you to go back into the dining room.

You give him a sardonic look and approach him with a small smile. “Try to behave,” you say in a soft, sultry voice that sends a ripple through his body.

He turns to follow you and lowers his head to mutter, “Did you give Mustang the same instructions?” just as the two of you enter the dining room.

You glance up at him with a chuckle. “I’m far more concerned about you.”

Jake grins. “You’re concerned about me?” He claps a hand to his chest. “I’m touched.”

You roll your eyes as the two of you approach the table. “Behave,” you repeat.

Jake pulls a chair out for you as you greet the rest of the party. He leans in to whisper, “No promises,” as you lower yourself into the seat beside Bradley.

…

“They’re not together,” Bradley states with a hint of skepticism as he observes your interaction with Mustang at the bar.

Jake watches the two of you sourly. “They’re just friends,” he confirms as Mustang aims a broad grin in your direction and hands you a tropical looking drink.

“He’s a chauffeur,” Bradley adds with a shrug.

Jake nods, still staring you down as you take a sip and smile, pretending to enjoy the beverage. “She hates orange juice,” Jake states.

Bradley raises his eyebrows and looks over at him.

“Why doesn’t she just tell him that she hates orange juice?” Jake asks irritably, shifting his weight restlessly as he debates walking right up to Mustang and communicating the information, himself.

Bradley glances back at you. “She doesn’t seem to mind it.”

Jake narrows his eyes, marvelling at how easily you carry out the charade, wondering what your angle is.

“Is that cake?” Bradley says suddenly, interrupting Jake’s train of thought.

Impassively, Jake looks over at the table where the party guests have begun to help themselves to the assortment of desserts. “It’s from the bakery across the street,” he mutters, returning his attention to the bar where Mustang appears to be sliding closer and closer to you, nearly pinning you to the counter.

“You brought cake?” Bradley sounds bemused.

Jake sighs loudly. “Of course, I brought cake, Bradshaw. It’s a damn birthday.” Meanwhile, he sees you laughing at something Mustang said as though you actually think he’s funny.

“What kind?”

Jake looks back at Bradley absently. “What?”

“The cake?” Bradley asks.

Jake grimaces. “How should I know?”

Bradley stares at him in confusion. “Are you okay?”

“Is he flirting with her?” Jake says distractedly, watching as Mustang places his hand on your back and leans his head in to whisper something in your ear.

Bradley looks back over at you and shrugs. “I wasn’t buying the whole friend thing, anyway,” he says.

Jake grunts in response. “You want cake?” he asks, seeing you pull Mustang toward the table of sweets.

Bradley hesitates. “It depends what kind –”

But Jake doesn’t let him finish. “Yeah, me too,” he says, starting to shove Bradley in the direction of the dessert table. He arrives at the same time you do and gives you a tarty look while Bradley clears his throat uncomfortably.

“How’s it going?” Bradley flashes a quick grin in Mustang’s direction.

You eye Jake nervously before lowering your gaze and it nearly kills him that Mustang’s got his hand planted snugly on your hip. Just friends don’t grope one another, and Jake is about to point this little tidbit out when Mustang speaks. “I think we need to start over,” he says in a grandiose tone, extending his hand to Jake.

Jake slowly tears his eyes away from you to give Mustang a stony look. “I don’t think that’s necessary,” he responds coldly. He can feel your aggravation without even looking at you, but this doesn’t discourage him in the slightest. Your soft spot for Mustang is slowly eating away at him and he can’t help the animosity that’s burning up his veins.

Mustang laughs off Jake’s curt response and puts a second arm around you, as though he means to claim his territory. Jake narrows his eyes at him, clenching his jaw as he watches you pat Mustang on the belly before casually squirming out of his embrace. You give Jake a stern expression and then aim a gracious smile at Mustang. “Don’t mind him,” you say. “Jake doesn’t play nice with anybody.”

Jake rolls his eyes despite the pointed glance he receives from Bradley.

“Can’t we all just get along?” Mustang offers, shooting Jake a smarmy grin.

You nod your head at Mustang, apparently completely missing the blatant insincerity of his statement, and Jake could swear this gesture makes his blood boil. He shifts closer to you and, before he can stop himself, he lifts his hand and hooks a finger through one of the belt loops on the back of your shorts, giving you a small, but purposeful tug.

You glance at him over your shoulder but, otherwise, act like nothing is amiss. Of course, despite being amply aware that this sort of stunt isn’t altogether becoming, the fact that you don’t seem overly opposed to his discreetly possessive behavior gives him a fair bit of comfort. So much so that he even gives the loop another soft pull, bringing your back into his chest. It’s a microscopic movement since the four of you are already jammed so close together in the midst of the crowd, but he swears that you lean into him for a moment, letting your shoulder blades rest on his pecs before you straighten your posture.

“Want to catch a movie tonight?” Mustang asks you, grabbing a plate for himself once he reaches the table.

“She’s busy,” Jake responds before you can say anything. He takes a plate from the stack and hands it to you, ignoring your arching eyebrows as you give him an incredulous look.

He also ignores Bradley’s amused expression even as the latter turns away, pretending not to have heard the exchange.

When you open your mouth to protest, Jake meets your gaze and says, “Trust me, you’re busy.”

You purse your lips, but Jake can tell that you’re suppressing a smile, so he swipes his thumb over the delicate skin of your lower back, just above the waistband of your shorts. He savors the fleeting lapse in your façade; the subtle flutter of your eyelids as you experience the thrill of his touch – however faint it might be. And it rattles him. Your momentary slip, the nearly imperceptible manifestation of pleasure that hijacks your features, rattles him, as though the arousal had been his own.

And he wants more. He wants to witness every cadence of bliss on your face. He wants to savor every single intake of breath. He wants you, alone, uninhibited.

His grasp constricts around the loop of your waistband, tightening its circumference around your waist. You submit willingly to this additional tug, letting your backside connect with his body as if you want him to pull you closer. To hold you firmer. To grip you harder.

…

“Can I buy you a proper drink?” Jake asks, approaching your seated figure at the bar.

Your gaze drifts up Jake’s body as he situates himself on the stool beside you. You let out a humorless laugh, pointedly pushing away the Screwdriver you’ve been nursing for the past hour.

“Having a good time?” he asks after hailing over the bartender to put in the drink order.

You eye him warily before dropping your gaze into your lap and dragging your teeth over your bottom lip. Jake glances around to confirm that there’s nobody nearby. He hooks a hand behind your calf and rotates you to face him on your stool. You lift your eyes carefully. “Are you?”

Jake holds your gaze. “Not particularly.”

You lift your eyebrows unsympathetically. “You should work on your people skills. Might make social gatherings more enjoyable.”

Jake suppresses a grin. “Are you lecturing me on people skills?”

“As a matter of fact, I get along with everybody but you,” you respond haughtily.

Jake smiles, his gaze drifting down to your mouth as you try to keep a straight face. “That’s because you’re not comfortable being yourself with anybody else.” His hand is still tucked into the crevice behind your knee, and he squeezes the muscle of your leg gently.

You scoff, shaking your head. “You’re so fucking full of yourself.”

Jake skims his fingers along the underside of your thigh. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

Your eyes slide over Jake’s shoulder. “He’s just outside,” you say, your voice suddenly on edge.

Jake tilts his head to the side as though he’s puzzled. He’s not; in fact, he was waiting for this reaction. “Your driver?” he asks brazenly.

You give him a flat look. “Oh, you’re being a dick. What a surprise.”

Jake shrugs, curbing the nausea in the pit of his stomach – which definitely doesn’t need a label – with a gulp of beer. He’s not the jealous type. “Why would ‘just a friend’ take issue with our conversation?”

You watch him coolly without responding. Finally, you turn back to the counter and Jake drops his hand from your leg.

Despite his frequent quips about your tendency to distribute your opinion like it’s a courtesy to mankind, the irony of finding himself wondering what’s actually on your mind is not lost on him. Not your stance on the import of exotic fruit or the numerous ways he could reduce his carbon footprint. Not even your unfortunate disdain for his beloved truck, although he might circle back to that one at a later date.

No. These aren’t the things that matter. Not immediately, anyway. What you’re holding back is far more personal. And, with an unpleasant – and therefore significant – pang, Jake realizes that he wants to know. That he isn’t just a stand-in, waiting for Bradley to swoop in and provide timely emotional support. He isn’t an acquaintance making small talk just to pass the time. He isn’t a friend of a friend. Not anymore. Not for a long time. And he cares. He cares about you and your feelings and he cares about your ridiculous principles. He’s unplugged his goddamn table fan, for crying out loud. He mowed his lawn.

“Why did you bring him?” he asks. It’s the same question as before but it’s vulnerable this time around. He’s not demanding an answer. He’s begging for one.

Absently, you twist the stem of your fresh glass between your fingers. For a moment, Jake thinks you might ignore the question. Then, you let out a heavy sigh. “I need him,” you say.

Jake narrows his eyes. Need can take on many forms and he could use an elaboration. “In what sense?” he asks, a little hurt that you don’t seem to need him.

“Can we just move on?” you say irritably, taking a sip of your drink.

Jake shifts his jaw, considering your request. Finally, he shakes his head. “I can’t.”

You look over at him sharply and he can tell that his response has taken you by surprise. If he’s being honest, it’s a bit of a shock to him as well. He’s not one to dwell on matters that don’t concern him. He’s not one to pry. So why won’t he just drop it?

But he’s on his feet before he can process his own actions. He’s speaking before he can gather his thoughts. “You know where I stand, princess,” he says in a low, but assertive voice, somewhere far too close to your ear to resemble a friendly exchange. His hand drifts along the hem of your shorts before he finally turns to walk away.

It takes exactly two seconds for you to call out, “Jake!”

He rotates slowly to look at you, swallowing uncomfortably as he awaits your next move. He watches you calmly, trying his best to quell the hope that’s disturbing his breathing.

You’re gazing at him anxiously, as though the last thing you want is for him to depart. And the regret on your face makes him believe you might reconsider keeping him in the dark. So, against his better judgement, he takes a step back toward you.

And what a relief this brings; as though you’ve got him hooked on a tension cable. But before he can take another step, he hears the front door open, and Mustang’s voice carry confidently over the other patrons’ conversations.

“There’s something I need to get off my chest!” he announces as he makes his way toward the bar.

Jake witnesses the lightning transformation of your face as he nears: confusion – alarm – a forced but terrified smile.

Mustang crashes into the counter clumsily and throws a heavy arm over your shoulders, the weight of which makes you wince. You whisper something indiscernible to him, but he waves a dismissive hand at you before you even finish.

“We wanted to wait until after the party,” he continues in a booming voice as your eyes slide nervously to Jake and then search the restaurant for Bradley. “Because we didn’t want to take away from Mickey’s birthday celebration…”

“What the fuck is going on?” Jake turns to see Bradley at his side.

Jake shakes his head. “He’s hammered.”

Bradley looks down at his watch. “It’s barely noon.”

Jake narrows his eyes as he watches you fidget under Mustang’s arm. This can’t be what you want out of life. It just can’t.

“But I suck at keeping secrets,” Mustang continues with a chuckle.

This piques Jake’s interest. If you’re not going to share with the class, perhaps he can get the necessary intel from Mustang. And he’s almost pleased with this turn of events. Until, that is, Mustang speaks again. And shortly thereafter, Jake feels like he might just throw up.

Mustang grins broadly and looks down at you lovingly. He cups your cheek with his hand tenderly. He kisses your forehead. And then he turns back to the growing crowd of spectators. “We’re engaged!” he declares. “We’re getting married!”

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Hope you guys liked this chapter! Sometimes I wanna shake these two and say, in my best Mav voice, "Don't think just talk!" They still have a ways to go.. Until next time! xoxo

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[rhodes-knightwife]

Hello~! Been a while, hasn't it? I didn't die, and I've still been playing plenty of Arknights, but unfortunately I just haven't had the drive to really post anything too substantial for a while... until now. Until her.

Listen. Listen to me. I've loved this woman for a lot less time than some of y'all, only ever since the Hortus de Escapismo Rerun, but that doesn't mean she hasn't been living rent free in my head ever since. And well, while I have all these thoughts, let's revive a bit of an old idea of mine to marry two hobbies, one that I planned to do with her sister first, ironically enough...

Can you build Lemuen in Pathfinder 2e?

This is gonna be a long one folks, bear with me.

I'm not gonna go over too much Pathfinder stuff in this post, I'll try to keep it light for the newbies. I'll be going over the build in simple terms and only truly diving into the specifics for when they're especially appropriate to the character, so buckle up.

One quick thing to address: the wheelchair. It's a big part of what makes Lemuen so badass, that she can not only fight and be effective despite her disability but sometimes because of it! And it'd be just terrible to remove it... so we won't! Pathfinder has actual, official, encoded rules for wheelchairs, and they all basically mean she can operate as normal even in combat, don't worry. In fact, the chair itself will play into one or two tricks she'll have later!

For those new to Pathfinder character creation, you always start with your ABCs: Ancestry, Background, Class! The first is easy, thankfully; Sankta translate pretty much perfectly into the role of Empyreans – or aasimar, for our D&D friends. So, human with the nephilim heritage to make her an empyrean will give us all the heavenly flavor we might want.

Background-wise, while it would be easy and fair to argue that she should go with some sort of religious role, I think leaning on her time in the Pontifica Cohors Lateran and making her a Warrior makes the most sense, and gives us a few little nice additions for later.

Finally, the class is obvious... sorta. We're making her a Gunslinger, and hopefully I don't need to explain why. Why did I say 'sorta', then? Well... listen, if you wanna dip into yoinking a class from Starfinder, I think you could argue making her an Operative is an even better fit in some ways, but let's stick to the core system here! (But if this post does well enough... who knows?)

Without bothering with all the numbers, those choices leave us with solid attributes for what we want; max Dexterity is a given to aim that big ol' rifle, and a little bit of Strength from her military background will help her handle something with some recoil. A bit of angelic Charisma and just a tiny smidge of tactical Intelligence means that Constitution and Wisdom are our dump stats right now – not ideal, but five years in a coma will do that to you.

But that's all abstracts, all stuff that every character has; let's get to the juicy stuff!

Level 1

We get several new feats to start off, so let's touch on a few before we jump to her class abilities. First, let's make her an Angelkin, which fits well enough while giving her new languages, with the Empyrean language among them to stand in for Sankta empathy, at least for now. Her Warrior background also gives Lemuen one hell of an Intimidating Glare, meaning that even if whoever's on the other end of her gun's barrel doesn't speak one of her many languages, her eyes can still get the message across.

Now, we look to her class; Gunslinger subclasses are called 'Ways', and I only need to tell you one is called the 'Way of the Sniper' for you to know what we're choosing. Right now, this means that Lemuen's first shot in a fight deals extra damage thanks to well-placed aim, and that she can duck behind cover and hide as she reloads between shots to try and catch enemies off-guard. As for the feat proper, let's go with Hit the Dirt!, which lets Lemuen leap (or, roll) out of the way of a ranged attack and land prone to try and dodge it. This is actually somewhat helpful in her case, as being prone can help her hunker down and take cover from any returning fire while she sits dozens of feet away from the action.

Lastly for level 1, we have the stuff to round out the character; skills and equipment. She already has Stealth, Intimidation and Society (from her subclass, background and ancestry feat), but she gets a few extra; I won't be going into specifics here, so feel free to choose whichever feels right for you, though of course Religion is appropriate. Likewise, I won't touch on her equipment aside from mentioning her weapon: an arquebus. (Again, no fancy Starfinder guns!) It deals 1d8 damage... until Lemuen crits, at which point she adds another die and makes them all into d12s! And Gunslingers are very good at critting indeed. The tradeoff is that we needed some extra Strength to handle the kickback, but such is life!

And that's level 1! Things will go faster from here, don't worry.

Early Game (2-5)

Level 2 sees us get our first skill feat besides Intimidating Glare, but since they're so tied to skills and largely just quality of life improvements, I'll treat them the same as skills and leave specifics to you, if you try this build. This level also gets us another Gunslinger feat though, and that's much more fun! But we'll actually be going for something called an archetype here, meaning we give up our Gunslinger feat for something from a subset of feats that any character can take and grants some thematic abilities.

Don't worry, we're staying close to home; specifically, we're taking the Sniping Duo Dedication, which will allow Lemuen to designate an ally as her spotter and get a bunch of cool bonuses when fighting alongside them! Right now, Lemuen and the spotter both get a neat little damage boost on their next attack after the other hits an enemy.

(If you would rather stick with Gunslinger though, both Defensive Armaments and Warning Shot make for fun picks!)

Level 3 gets us a nifty class feature that allows a second save against any mind-controlling effects, through sheer stubbornness alone! Fitting, I'd say. Besides that, it gets us an increase to one of our skills – I recommend Stealth this early one – as well as a general feat! Once again, these are very broad and generic upgrades that often come down to personal preference, so I won't choose them for you.

Level 4 is the same as the second, and you'll see a pattern forming there! A skill feat of your choice, plus a class feat. We're dipping to Sniping Duo again to get Assisting Shot, meaning we make it easier for our allies to hit any enemy we've just shot. It doesn't even have to be our spotter, either! (If you're avoiding Sniping Duo though, Running Reload or one of the recommendations from level 2 works well too!)

Level 5 will boost three of our stats, which is pretty huge. We sink one into Dex; it doesn't actually increase since it's already so high, but it will when we reach level 10 and do this again. Besides that, upping our Charisma, Intelligence and Wisdom shores up some our previous weaknesses and boosts Lemuen's diplomatic and intimidation abilities!

Besides that, we get another skill increase, we get even better at shooting people (Lemuen is a Master with guns at level 5, which is ludicrous), and we get a whole new ancestry feat! There's not any especially thematic options for us here at level 5, so I'll go back to a first level feat, though one from her human side this time. Cooperative Nature simply makes us better at helping people out when they try difficult checks, and that seems fitting to me!

Mid-game (6-10)

Level 6 brings back the pattern of a skill feat and a class feat. We'll hop back on the main Gunsliger track to snag the appropriately named Sniper's Aim, which lets us take a longer time aiming our shots to make them more accurate; better one shot that hits than two that miss! Plus, it's a damn good impression of her S2, if you ask me, especially with the added caveat that it ignores concealment.

Level 7 is quick for us: a general feat, a skill increase, a boost to our Perception and a flat damage increase. Very nice, but no big choices for the build.

Level 8, however, brings more fun goodies! Besides another skill feat, we actually hit a bit of a split in our build, because your choice depends on what kind of build your spotter has. If your spotter is a ranged attacker (like, say, a certain redheaded sister with a love for automatic guns), then going for Sniper Duo's Vantage Shot feat is very nice, allowing both Lemuen and her spotter to roll Stealth against a target when the other shoots them, making them off-guard to the next attack on a success. This will be especially nice for Lemuen very soon!

But, if you're not using the archetype, or your spotter is more focused on melee attacks or utility magic, then Smoke Curtain is your best bet. Remember that time in the video where Lemuen did some sick wheelchair drifts and spread out a smokescreen to snag her sister out of danger? Well, here's that! Fire a shot and watch the whole area go up in smoke, giviny ou some really nice cover to Hide in using your special reload. On top of that, Sniper's Aim lets you ignore the smoke and aim perfectly despite it!

Level 9 brings with it a skill increase, as well as an ancestry feat; let's go with Cooperative Soul to upgrade the last one. Now, when aiding your party, you simply cannot fail to help them!

The more important aspect of level 9 though is a new ability from the Way of the Sniper; a new kind of shot that can leave targets bleeding if you catch them off-guard! Hope you've been putting those Stealth skills and abilities to good use!

Level 10 is a juicy one. Not only do we get more boosts to our attributes, letting us actually increase Dex and bump our other stats even more, but it also gets us another skill feat and class feat combo! Let's finally get our S1: Penetrating Fire lets us fire at two targets with one bullet, so long as they're in a line.

Late Game (11-15)

Level 11 gets us a skill increase, a general feat, and an increase to our Reflex saves. Nice!

Level 12 gives us another skill feat and lets us get a lite version of Lemuen's incredibly badass S3 with Shattering Shot. So long as you have an alchemical bomb to throw, this lets you throw it out and snipe it right out of the air, letting the damage rain down on a much wider area.

Level 13 increases both our armor proficiency, making us a little harder to tear through than wet tissue paper, and our weapon proficiency, putting us at the highest possible proficiency with guns far before almost any other character. It also gets us a skill increase and an ancestry feat! Let's do Celestial Mercy, which will let us cast the cleanse affliction spell twice a day. Minor poisons and diseases, begone! (Lemuen doesn't have healing arts or anything, but big sister powers make any care she gives magical in its own way.)

Level 14 is another even level, so skill feat and class feat! There's a feat called Headshot. Need I say more? No, but I will at least explain that it has a chance to instantly kill the target! Assuming you crit, and they fail a save, and you already shot them once before, and that they're not higher level than you... look, sometimes you just take a feat because it's cool.

Level 15 is a doozy! This one lets us increase our stats yet again, which means preparing to increase both Dexterity and Charisma at level 20, and actually increasing two other stats; it might be a good time to actually get some Constitution...

Besides that, we get the customary general feat and skill increase, an increase to the flat damage from level 7, and the last Way of the Sniper ability, which is a special kind of shot that applies that damage bonus from all the way at level 1 to any attack, not just the first in a fight.

End Game (16-20)

Final stretch! Level 16 is another skill feat and the Fatal Bullet class feat, meaning that our critical hits with our arquebus deal yet another d12 of damage.

Level 17 lets us ignore any penalties for firing up to three times our base range, making that range effectively 450 feet, which might as well be range: "yes". It also gets us a skill increase and the final ancestry feat, for which we take our real S3: Divine Declaration. It lets us cast the divine decree spell, which can best be described as 'Angelfireball', or a massive explosion of holy damage that can weaken creatures and even banish beings back to the planes from whence they came.

Level 18 means a skill feat and a class feat, so let's take Piercing Critical, which means rolls of a natural 19 are also automatic crits. The level curve has caugh up to your gun skills by this point, so extra chances to crit the boss always help.

Level 19 is the final skill increase and general feat, and also increases our armor class proficiency to Master! Better late than never.

And finally, level 20! One last skill feat! One last boost to our stats to max out Dex, put Cha as high as we could, and shore up whatever other stats we want! And one last feat in the form of Perfect Readiness, which gives us an extra action every single turn to reload or reposition! Whew... what a trip.

Roundup

So, here at the end, let's take a long look at what we have and if we've hit our goals. We do have pretty good analogues for all of Lemuen's main skills, although S1 is a bit more finnicky than I would have liked. We even have a decent analogue to her first talent with all the Sniping Duo feats! And well, I'd say this all fits pretty well into the 'badass with a sniper' category, so I'm happy, thematically. What about gameplay?

Here's our pros: we are absurdly good with guns, which comes naturally as a Gunslinger. We're ahead of the curve for most of those levels and we have ways to make our shots even more likely to crit. By the end, our shots will be dealing 4d8+1d6+8 damage, which is nuts enough for a ranged weapon without even getting into the 6d12+2d6+16 damage we do on crits, or all the extra bits of damage certain kinds of shot can tack on. We also do all that at positively absurd ranges if needed, going up to 150 feet even from level 1. We even have decent area damage, though a little limited.

However, we do have a fair few cons too: namely, low Con and only passable AC means we really need that range because we do not want to be close to the fight. Enemies can shred you like confetti, and you're extremely easy to grab. In addition, the sheer amount of different kinds of attack we accumulate is great... but only if you can keep up and manage them properly. It's hard to know which of the upwards of six or seven ways you have to shoot your gun is best to use in the moment.

So that's it! This post was one hell of a thing to write up, but I had tons of fun. If people have any thoughts, leave them in the comments or message me about 'em! I love both these games to death and would love to do more of these. Who should be next? Or should we just spring for Lemuen in Starfinder instead? The full release of SF2e is just around the corner...

[adalricus]

Infatuated with you

Cw: yandere themes, kidnapping, manipulation, stalking, gn reader , reader is an amateur model, mafia themes

Pt.2

You had just gotten into the modeling industry, it was hard and full of disappointed trying to get it big. But today was the you would make it big, you walked into your agencies build with such confidence ready for the day. "We're dropping you"..."what?" You answered your manager "You just don't fit the image of our image, and we need to make some cuts on our money and how we use it. Us using our money on you seems extremely futile." Your manager coldly replied. And just like that you sat at home wondering where you went wrong, no you couldn't give up just now you decided to take a chance and search modeling agencies on google, Facebook and Instagram. Hours later you were just about to give up when an agency caught your eye, they were looking for someone who had features just like you. Just your luck, you wouldn't waste your time so you contacted the agency to set up an interview, and send in your resume aswell as portfolio. Finally the day of your interview came, you had driven to the agency and stepped out your car headed for the front just to meet a man who had a very calm yet happy aura. "Hello there I'm Anthony I'll be escorting you to the interview room, and you (f/n) (l/n)?" You nod and with that Anthony grabbed your wrist and you both head to the interview room, "The interviewer will be here in a few moments is there anything you need?" "Uhm.. a cold water please. I'm sorry for asking but I'm just curious who are you exactly?" You replied and asked, "My name is Anthony Davidson, I'm the boss's personal assistant. I usually make sure things go smoothly when he's not around as he is away for business purposes. I'll make sure to get you that water in a moment." With that Anthony left, you sat and admired the rooms interior you noticed turquoise and grey colours with pops of gold. Something deep down in you told you something felt wrong yet you decided to ignore said feeling.Just then the interviewer came in "Sorry for the wait (Mr/Mrs/or what ever you're comfortable with) (f/n) (l/n).

My name is Lucille Roberts wonderful to meet you." She said shaking your hand before sitting down. "So I've read your resume and seen your portfolio and my, might I say I personally think you would be right for this agency." You smiled before thanking her. Lucille continued to ask question as time quickly passed "Well I believe you belong in this company so much infact I'm deciding to hire you on the spot." Lucille announced abruptly and taking a contract with a pen before handing it to you. You read the contract carefully and my, the pay and hours were impeccable almost to good to be true. You were about to sign it before you read "(f/n)(l/n) will work under such conditions provided that they install cameras in their house" How could you accept a job provided you do that! "A-actually on second thought, maybe I won't take the job.." The second you uttered those word Lucille almost snapped "I think it would be in your best interest to work as one of our models especially since we know where you and your family lives. Have nude photos of you on top of that we threatened every other job that would consider hiring you." "What! I'm gonna tell the police how did you get that information!" You demanded to know "The police won't do anything we have all the police stations in this area under our thumbs.. and who want to help someone who got involved with the syndicate?" ... "The syndicate as in the... mafia?" You began to trembled "Mmm-hmm sweetie! You catch on fast, we're willing to let you live a free life mostly, only under our set conditions. So my love don't be a bitch and sign the contract." Lucille demanded before pointing a gun to your head, you obeyed not wanting to get shot and signed. "Good (boy/girl/or whatever you're comfortable with). Now bye bye you start Monday, and if you don't start then say bye to your family." Lucille stated, you could barely stand up and you had to drag your feet out the doors. You got into your care and went home. When you finally sat in your room, you saw a message telling the installation guy would be there tomorrow afternoon at 13:00. You couldn't believe this was gonna be your life now. All you can do is endure it.

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[thehyperfixationcorner]

So any minute now, we're gonna learn what "Agent T For Teen" is about. Now, I'm not pretending to be the main representative of the Stacy and Perry teamup part of the fandom (that's obviously @pftones3482), but I would like to offer my two cents on what I THINK the episode will be like, and why even if it feels like a bit of a compromise, it's probably the best case scenario:

So, assuming this episode isn't actually about Monty, Vanessa, Candace somehow, Carl, or even an aged down Perry (seriously, I'll lose my shit in a bad way if it's somehow about the last one), assuming it REALLY is about Stacy, I think it can go down two routes (with the latter being the best one considering the circumstances):

Stacy helps Perry out (most likely just because she ends up in the situation, I doubt they'll use her insecurities for a mini arc as much as I think it would fit), but decides she doesn't like this stuff and willingly gets her mind wiped (which would suck for obvious reasons. To wait this long for it and to lose it in one swoop would be such a waste after twelve long years.

Stacy helps Perry out (again, most likely without an insecurity arc), almost gets mind wiped, but Perry helps her fool the agency into thinking she was, and from then on, every ten segments or so with luck, there's the teeny tiniest lil reference to it, like, she'll cause a distraction suddenly for him to get out there, or she'll wink at him when he comes back or whatever. MAYBE in a special we could get an insecurity thing, or a long mission, or she's part of the cavalry (especially during the big crossover between PnF, MML and HaG).

Do I wish for more? Absolutely. I want a whole 40 minute special where they go around the world chasing a different villain with Doof's help and there's Vanessa being all femme fatal with Stacy and stuff (hence why it's a future fanfic plan of mine). But we gotta be realistic. We'll be lucky if they even make an ep around it. Don't be shocked if Agent T for Teen is about literally anyone else.

I realize I sound so pessimistic here, but even though I waited less time than most (I only saw Happy Birthday Isabella back in 2018), I just have a feeling we won't get what we want. But hope springs eternal and all that.

(please dwampy please dwampy PLEASE DWAMPY)

[justkidneying]

Hypothermia and Other Cold-Related Injuries

I made a post about heat injuries and heatstroke here, so I thought it fitting to make a cold injury post. We're gonna talk about trench foot, frostbite, panniculitis, and everyone's favorite: hypothermia.

Trench Foot

This results from prolonged cooling (not freezing) of a wet foot. It can be seen with people who decided to hike in the snow with wet socks on (always bring an extra pair!!). The skin will appear white, mottled, and have diminished feeling. The foot may be pulseless. After rewarming, the patient will experience extreme pain and edema (swelling) of the foot.

Trench foot can lead to permanent lack of sensation, sweating, cold sensitivity, or gangrene (the tissue starts rotting off cause it's dead). Treatment includes elevating the feet, loosely dressing it, and debridement if necessary (cutting the dead shit off).

Frostbite

This happens when skin temperature goes below freezing. Fingers are most commonly affected, and they'll be numb (i assume we've all had cold hands before??). The problem is after we thaw them. So there's this big cascade of bullshit that leads to vasoconstriction, platelet aggregation (they start sticking together), and leukocyte sludging (deadass what it's called, sounds nasty right lol). This leads to thrombosis, which leads to ischemia (no blood to tissues), which leads to necrosis and dry gangrene.

Treatment should be initiated rapidly. Rapid rewarming should be started once there is no risk of re-freezing (so don't pour hot water on your hands if you're still outside - literally seen this happen - fucking idiots). The frozen part should be immersed in water that's about 37-39­°C until it is pliable and red. Give the patient opioids, as this hurts like a motherfucker. Treatment has more steps depending on how much of their hand starts rotting, but it's actually kinda controversial what to do, so I won't go into it here.

Panniculitis

This is kinda an odd one, but I think it's interesting. It's due to long-term exposure to above-freezing temperatures that results in necrosis (dying) of subcutaneous fat. It's more common on thighs, and commonly affects horse riders (yk when its like cold as fuck in the barn and your jeans aren't doing shit for your legs). The main complication is cosmetic, as it causes dimples where the fat is missing. Kinda looks like cellulite.

Hypothermia

Our favorite cold injury! You have primary (caused by cold environment) and secondary (caused by illness, burns, or other condition that changes the set temperature point/impairs thermogenesis).

When we get cold, our muscle tone increases, we shiver, we piss, and our vessels constrict. When we get REALLY cold, our nervous system is affected. This leads to impaired judgement, amnesia, ataxia (trouble walking), diminished consciousness, poor reflexes, fixed/dilated pupils, etc. This is why people who die of hypothermia take their clothes off: they aren't thinking straight (among other reasons - look it up). This is also why someone isn't dead until they are WARM AND DEAD. People can appear dead, they can have no palpable pulse, and still be alive.

When you're hypothermic, your heart is fragile. You can send someone into arrythmia if you jostle them too much. That's also why you should only do CPR if the person is actually in cardiac arrest. They may also have pseudo rigor mortis, coagulopathy, platelet dysfunction, etc.

Stage 1: 35-32°C. They should be moved to a warm place and given dry clothing. Don't let them get in a hot bath -> causes vasodilation or convective cooling. Give them warm, sweet drinks (they need sugar), and make them move around if it's possible.

Stage 2: 32-28°C. They will be consciously impaired, so no drinking -> give warm IV fluids instead. Make sure they're in a warm place, and use heaters, warm packs, warm blankets, etc. Move them minimally to avoid arrhythmias. It's best to have full-body insulation, have them lie down, and immoblization.

Stage 3: <28°C. They will be unconscious, but have a pulse (NO CPR). You may need to manage the airway. This person needs serious help, and it's best for them to be transferred to a ECMO or CPB center due to the high risk of cardiac arrest.

Stage 4: <28°C. Unconscious with no pulse, and no forward blood flow (blood is not moving in the direction it should be thru the circulation). They need CPR (finally). You can give them up to 3 doses of epi, and defibrillate if needed. The airway needs to be managed, and they need transport to an ECMO/CPB center. External and minimally invasive rewarming is recommended during transport -> external rewarming alone or limb rewarming alone may cause afterdrop -> make sure trunk is rewarmed. Do not apply heat to the head.

For medications, it's controversial. Sedative and pain meds can stop shivering and pain, BUT they also may cause vasodilation (this is bad). So, in this case, the risk of benefit may outweigh the risk of harm (yes you read that right, think about it!). The use of vasopressors is also contested to raise BP.

When should we stop? When the serum potassium is greater than 12 mmol/L. This is actually an important biomarker in cold related cardiac arrest. Extreme hyperkalemia (normal is 3.6-5.2) is a pretty reliable marker of death in hypothermia patients. More indications of death: if someone is rewarmed to more than 32°C, and there is still no forward blood flow, obvious mortal injury (decomposing, decapitated, dependent lividity, etc.), or frozen solid.

Conclusion

Don't be a fucking idiot. Wear proper clothes, check the temperature clock, and don't stay outside too long. Don't sleep in a car in the middle of winter (please god find somewhere to go - a lot of towns open community centers as shelters when sub-zero temperatures happen). If you have tingling or numbness, go to the doctor or find help. Be smart and safe -> don't lose your fingers, your toes, or your life.

[manimemes]

 Critterland     ⎯⎯       a   collection   of   lyrics   taken   from   the   willi   carlisle   album   ❛   critterland   ❜   slightly   edited   to   better   fit   rp   needs.   feel   free   to   edit   as   you   see   fit,   but   do   not   add   to   this   post.

❛ i could have been a businessman, but i was too hotheaded ❜

❛ i kinda got arrested ❜

❛ i still live the kind of life where people judge you on your clothes ❜

❛ i am singing songs to a god that i have met but do not know ❜

❛ i've come to know the seasons by the lashing of your tongue ❜

❛ they think i'm a queer and a communist ❜

❛ she can't quite hold the tune ❜

❛ i disappoint her, but she'll still carry on ❜

❛ thank god forgiveness comes in so many shapes ❜

❛ she's my softy girl, too soft in an angry world ❜

❛ my mother's in the ground, it's all ancient wisdom now ❜

❛ he was dead inside my head long before he died ❜

❛ so let's pour one out for the bastard ❜

❛ it's still sad when bad men die ❜

❛ you can pour your drink out in the sink ❜

❛ go on and live your life❜

❛ you think I want these feelings ? ❜

❛ oh, i'm full of shit and you're over it ❜

❛ im my father's spitting image and í spit upon the mirror ❜

❛ even bastards need their friends ❜

❛ you got the last laugh in the end ❜

❛ they carved the die of fortune out of bones ❜

❛ i have settled with my pocketknife, and carved out all their names ❜

❛ i won't waste a single moment of the love that's buried here ❜

❛ even god can make a fuckup ❜

❛ he overlooked an ordinary thing ❜

❛ i've been driving with a death wish ❜

❛ outlaw life looks pretty wholesome ❜

❛ i think i fell in love again on a walk in city park ❜

❛ there was writing on the mirror, and it said 'you messed up so go to hell' ❜

❛ by the time the sun was up, i just got breakfast instead ❜

❛ she can write a letter once a year and say that we're still close ❜

❛ see, i don't want to hit rock bottom just to see how deep it goes ❜

❛ i want to free all that i can ❜

❛ you used too many big words ❜

❛ you're a long time running, now you're long time gone ❜

❛ the day has evil enough on its own ❜

❛ i'm always gonna sing before i know the song ❜

❛ the only time i get these guilty thoughts is when the pills wear off ❜

❛ it’s selfish to fall for yourself in someone ❜

❛ i know that i want him and always will ❜

❛ money grows greed, and greed grows wrath ❜

❛ you can lose your head, and you can curse your luck ❜

❛ what a wild-ass act of god ❜

❛ i'll leave in a bodybag but not in cuffs ❜

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Another yandere set 2 ask, from yours truly! This is another one inspired by the yandere set 1 asks regarding fatherhood…

How would each of the yanderes’ react/behave during their darling’s labor and post-labor?

I wanna know who’s panicking, composed, excited, etc.

Sorry I got baby fever right now…

Yandere men and their darling in labor and post-labor

Assuming the reader this time is AFAB, or is in an A/B/O situation! By the way, i'm so sorry if i'm moving so slow with the requests! I've been busy lately so i'm trying my best to write.

"Why don't you just close the requests?" True, but some people use the ask box to talk and chat to me without compromising their anonymity. So, I hope you can be patient! I don't really like rejecting asks, so I probably will answer all of them. I know, I can reject them or not answer. I'm working on it lol. Especially that there's a lot of asks like these, which includes all the yandere OCs in a set... It's a bit exhausting. I kind of regret it, but hey, we're here already lol.

I added a section of... You'll know if you read HAHA

YAN! DELINQUENT

Liam will definitely panic. He's sweaty, he's smiling, he's about to blow off his top from the way the nurses were so nonchalant with your labor (It's normal). Can't they see you're about to die (You're contracting)?! Oh god, you can't voice out your pain without you talking (The midwives are not dumb enough to not read body language)! He will swear up and down that no more babies. NO MORE! It's already painful enough seeing you get swarmed by other people, let alone touch you.

Post labor Liam will be calm, fussy, and overprotective. Well, more overprotective than usual. He has a 70/30 chance of fainting, and will praise the gods if you delivered safely.

But, if you died... He will let out a gut wrenching cry by the foot of your bed. The baby won't even be noticed by him as he clenches his chest, sobbing and heaving his heart out. It will take more than days to calm him down, and have the heart to take care of your child. He will love the child, since he knows the child is innocent. But a big, gaping you-shaped hole in his heart is carved painfully in place.

YAN! BULLY

Uno will be the quiet panic-type. He sure is calm... On the inside. He's about to scream and rip the heads off of everyone who's touching you even a smidge wrong. NO MALE HANDS! NEVER! He's never been like this, ever. Even in your wedding, pregnancy, he never panicked. So why now? He's biting his cheeks to the point it bled, and you swore every single nurse and midwife in the delivery ward were yelled at by Uno.

Post-delivery Uno will calm down and act like nothing happened. "See? I know you can do it, nerd." Yeah sure. As if you can't see the blood stained teeth from him biting his cheeks. For the first time, he'll cherish a person other than you. He's so soft that it's new to you too.

If you died, Uno will turn the whole hospital up and down. He'll ruin everything, blame the midwives and nurses for not taking care of you enough, the hospital for lacking the resources to make a safe delivery.... And unfortunately, your child for killing you off. I'm gonna be honest, Uno will be the type to blame the child for your death. So, be healthy, darling!

YAN! NSFW ASMRTIST

Rose would be composed. He knew you were gonna be fine. Of course, nervousness will still be there, but he had enough trust in this hospital that he hopes you and your baby will be fine. That, and all of those breeding roleplays was his fault so he had to be composed since he brought it upon himself.

Post-delivery Rose would be relieved. He's right. And the cute little bugger is so small. He fits just by 3/4's of his arm. Wait, why is the baby so small? Are they really this small? But you were eating quite a lot... He's also a big guy, so the genes..? Is it from you? Or just recessive? He will have many questions. All those pregnancy asmr roleplays didn't really help.

If you died, Rose would feel like the whole world collapsed on his feet. What do you mean you died? He swears you would be okay. That you will be alive and well. He suddenly feels an immense guilt eating him up. Should he have panicked more? Should he have ensured the personnel that you're going to be alright? He sinks to his knees, weeping. He will swear on your body to take care of the baby well.

YAN! ISEKAI'ED ADVENTURER

Aeron is definitely skeptical. Sure, this world has magic, but it doesn't have the technological advancement of the modern world. It's also a world where he can't be with you in the delivery room. So all he could do is pace around the hall as he hears your cries of pain. He'll also cry with you if the delivery was too long for both of your likings.

Post-delivery Aeron will burst through the door and will go to you first. "Are you fine? Do you feel lethargic? Do you feel weak?!" The nurses have to pull him off of you so you can have the baby latch on you. He'll pout, but grips his arm as he watches you and the baby with a fond smile.

If you died... Aeron will regret everything. He knew he should have found a way back to the modern world. Maybe you could have delivered safely. He shouldn't have had a baby with you. A demon king's child will be too much on a mage's body, with all of those mana mixing. The whole hospital will be engulfed in demonic power as he suffocated everyone except his kid. He'll disappear with the child, forever retreating to the Demon realm to raise the kid alone.

YAN! PLAYER

Amor would be excited. He never thought he'll finally get a kid of his own after years and his past life. His parents spoiled him a lot, his guardian angels (gods) spoil him too. And this kid? A product of you and him?! Gods above! That's like, such a blessing! He'll be persistent in asking the nurses and midwives if the kid is there, if you're alright... OH god are you okay? All of these other people touching you... He feels the bile rising up to his mouth. But he knew these people are just doing their job, and then--

Post delivery Amor would be all over you. He'll kiss your face, your lips, your forehead, immediately buy you food you cannot have, and spoil you rotten as you recover. And his kid? Oh his kid is so cute! Look at them. So pretty and small... Is that his nose? Oh they got your eyes! His hair color and your hair texture... Oh they're the perfect mix!

This is one of the rare times were you are guaranteed on not dying... In the backstage, Amor shook the gods on putting so many blessings on your body to make sure your delivery will be safe and easy. That the child will be healthy. So, no deaths at all.

YAN! PARASITE

Acheron will be overly cautious one. He will have you deliver in your home, in his lab, where he transformed it to a delivery ward. He trained in birthing too, so he's as good as professional midwives too. He will be there for you, ensuring that the pregnancy will end well. Because honestly, technically speaking, this child is from this body of his and yours. Not your original body. So he's a bit conflicted.

Post-delivery Acheron is smug. He knew he could handle the delivery well. The baby is healthy, and he's planning on how to make the kid a parasite too. Which can earn your ire or approval, depending on what you want. But now, he's content, and actually loved this little kid, despite knowing the biological composition of the kid.

If you "died", Acheron will be filled with regret too. He wasn't skilled enough. He should've listened and admitted you to a hospital. He'll have to extract the parasite from your body and dump the body, and then find another body for you to inhabit. He'll have to nurse your parasite form to healthy levels first before letting you wriggle into a body. He will be a bit cold to the child though, but a bit more time with him will calm him down.

YAN! EMPEROR

Callisto will only have the best midwives. He'll be overbearing, making sure you WILL be alright. He will, for the first time, be religious and pass by the church to pray that your delivery will be safe. He will force himself in the delivery room. No matter what anyone says. He's the nervous type, biting his nail and barking orders if something even went wrong just a bit.

Post-delivery Callisto will be proud. He's not the type to freak out, he'll just feel the calm washing over him as he showers you with kisses, saying "you did so well", "thank you so much", "Take your time recovering", etc. The baby, he's more or less concerned since he knew the baby will be fine.

If you died though, he'll storm out of the palace, then to the church, and blasphemize the whole place. If he's the chosen one, then why did you die? Why did the love of his life slip past him? After hours of desecrating the church, he will be hell bent on revenge, making the church the enemy. His kid will be not loved, unfortunately. He will neglect them, only providing the bare minimum. Don't get him wrong, the kid will be the heir, but they have to prove himself.

YAN! COLLEGE STUDENT

Alpheus would be the type to be suddenly so overwhelmed with worry. Since he's never been one to feel, the sudden feeling of panic, dread, and worry settled in his stomach. He would probably lay down on the hospital floor, clutching his belly as he rocks back and forth. The nurses and midwives would have to fuss over him before you to the point that you're getting annoyed. He will have to be separated from you, or else he'll probably goes to shock when he hears your pained cries.

When you're done, he goes to your side, crawls beside you, and becomes a clingy mess. He'll apologize, kiss and nuzzle you. He can't believe he subjected you to such a painful ordeal. One child. Just one is enough. He can't have you (and himself) be in this situation again. But the baby is worth it.

When you die, Alpheus will for the first time, cry from grief. It's his first time experiencing something like this, that it overwhelms him. He CANNOT father your child. Unless some divine intervention happens and he'll be fine again. The child will go to his parents, and they'll hope that he'll recover, for the baby's sake and yours up in heaven.

YAN! DEEP SEA CREATURE

Viper's not a worrywart. Since you can't exactly go to the civilization to deliver your eggs safely in time, he would have to let you birth on what's akin to a nest. He'll be there with you, his hands all over your body as he whispers encouraging words to your ears. use his tail as a pillow, who cares. As long as you're comfortable and safe, everything will be fine.

Post-delivery will have Viper give one of his rare smiles. He massages you gently, telling you that you did great, feeding you food, and then fixing the clutch of eggs you birthed. He will have you asleep in no time to rest your weary body as he fusses over the eggs and making sure none of them are wrong.

If you actually died during the birthing process, there will be only two outcomes. If you came to him willingly and you weren't forced to love him, he would take care of the eggs diligently, not wanting to waste your life. If you didn't, let's just say a little cannibalism goes a long way with eggs. Viperfish caviar, anyone?

YAN! HUNTER

Orion will panic throughout your pregnancy. He really thought that he's gonna be the laidback type, knowing you'll be fine and whatnot. But noooo. Now he's here, pacing back and forth in the delivery room as he watches your face wince and cry from the pain. Oh, he almost can't take it anymore. He's begging you to get an epidural. He's really doing it. If you refused, he would shut up and look at you like a puppy kicked. But who cares about him rn? You're giving birth!

Post-delivery Orion will have him faint lol. He'll already wake up when you are cleaned up with the baby also cleaned up. He'll zoom past the nurses and midwives then go to you, where you held the baby up to your breasts to feed. He'll feel a much more overwhelming love in his heart, and he cries his heart out. If it's a clutch of eggs, he'll be starry eyed as he watched the eggs float in an egg incubator, eyes filled with adoration and gratefulness to you.

If you died, he'll be more or less in denial. No way, right? No way you just died like that after giving birth to your precious child/children. You just left them like that? You're so heartless. But deep down, he knew it wasn't your fault. And he goes home that day, eyes hollow, but filled with grief and love for your baby/ies.

YAN! KING

Soma would be pissy. Nobody should talk to him, or he'll blow his top off to them. You were giving birth! Can nobody understand that?! This is a crucial time that it needs his 101%, no, infinity percentage of his attention if that makes sense. He'll also break the rules and be inside the delivery room, letting you hold his hand and even break it. May it be from the pain or from you wanting to exact revenge. Who cares? He'll let you break it if it meant your comfort.

post-delivery Soma would be a lot calmer, and he'll immediately order the people to make you more comfortable, and treat you to make your recovery as fast as possible. Your kid will be given the best amenities, and made sure to have the best upbringing. Hell, he'll have the kid enrolled already and they only got birthed lol.

If you died, he'll be in a stormy mix of emotions. First, grief, second, denial, third, anger, and fourth, relief. Soma knew that what he did to you was wrong and not normal. He doesn't regret it at all. But now that you died when he himself did this to you... As he carries your baby in his arms, he somehow felt relief that you're gone from his clutches, and probably off to somewhere safer than by his side. He will take care of the baby, and he will slowly turn to normal.

YAN! GOD

Technically speaking, Liviticus can just spawn a kid. With the right genetic mix, etc. So it's up to you if you want to go with the nuances of pregnancy. He will be calm. Like, calm calm. It's almost unnerving how he smiles and leads you to an almost fantasy like ward (a forest) laid you down on the delivery bed (a comfortable circle mattress by the foot of a gigantic tree trunk) with helpers in tow (fantastical beasts), and guides you to a safe delivery. You weren't in pain, just a dull ache in your system as you push your child.

Post-delivery Liviticus will have him shower you with the most dazzling display of flowers and sprites dancing around you. The whole forest, and somehow the whole world feeling festive as they made this day a celebration, getting a divine message that the God's child is born. Everyone is ecstatic as they gave thanks to you, and worship you, and give blessings to you.

Again, unlikely to die. Considering your mortal body is dead, and now you're a goddess/god, you cannot die no matter what.

YAN! PROSECUTOR

Yuta was a nervous soon to be father, but he's more or less calm. He's following procedures to a tee, almost robot like. But in reality, he's on autopilot. He already panicked enough internally that he's robotic in your delivery day. You're already worried enough, why would he burden you with his whims and wiles too? He can't afford you getting your mind off of the baby at all. So, he's acting all calm and collected as he held your hand, wishing for everything to be over.

Post-birth Yuta will have him finally break down. At first, all of the personnel around him and you will be shocked as he slumps down to his knees. He doesn't even know why too. Until the tears fell, one by one and he's sobbing from relief. He'll thank you a thousand times, prostrate in front of you, and be spoiling you once you're good to eat. He's truly grateful.

If you die, Yuta will also fall to his knees and sob, but this time from grief as he lost his trusty partner, his true love. Why did he kill all of those people for? Just for you to die? He misses you a lot. He wants to hold you, kiss you again... But all for naught. Mysteriously, the people who helped you give birth died in random patterns. He'll also include others to put the suspicion off of him. But who cares right now? As he cradles your baby and watches the whole midwifery section burn and ensure that no mother dies from giving birth, he sighs, and wishes you were there with him.

[poem-bee]

Explosion Twins (5/?)

First Day of UA

A/N; This is the first day of school the picture above is what her uniform looks like, cuz she doesn't like how revealing the skirt is and she has reasons that you'll find out about later for the arms. Happy reading~

First day of UA and Katsuki's already yelling profanities at mom. How wonderful. I just got dressed in my uniform-im not gonna describe it cuz....- and head downstairs to get breakfast.

Dad already left for work, mom should have left but is too ocupied with her yelling competition against Katsuki, and I feel like slaughtering someone cause these two angry blonde porcupines are giving me a headache. 

Once I'm done eating breakfast, I head out with Katsuki and we chat about what we think is going to happen today, who we think our homeoom teacher's gonna be etc.

Once we get to the school gates I marvel at how big the school is. I didn't get time to properly get a look at the school during the entrance exams, but now I have some time to look at it properly.

Me and Katsuki walk around the school for about an hour, trying to find our classroom. When we finally do find it, I'm suprised to see that we're one of the first ones to have gotten there. There are about 5 students already in the room.

There's a kid with an Avian head which I'm deciding to call Raven cause it fits.

There's one who looks overly mature for her age, I'm gonna call her Eleganza cause why dafuq does she look elegant and rich on the first day of school?

There's one at the very back who looks like he never experienced emotion before. Oh. Tht's Endeavor's kid isn't it? His name was Shomi?Shoko? Something along those lines. 

The last two are guys, one has a lightning streak in his hair and the other look like he went through 5 containers of gel to get his hair up like mountains. It looks oddly similar to Katsuki's though. 

They all turn to face use as we enter the class, they all turn to face us. Both me and Katsuki ignore them and instead go seat hunting. Unfortunately a seating plan has already been made and I was sitting at the very back next to Eleganza and...Midoriya. Thank goodness Katsuki hadn't noticed it. Speaking of the devil, he's arguing with prim and proper (Iida) about having his legs on the table. Again, it's the first day of fuckin' school.

More people file in and I tell Katsuki where he's meant to be seating-at least we weren't seperated- so he oved and I took my seatr as well. Midoriya had walked in and Katsuki stared at me like he thinks he's hallucinating.

Then a yellow caterpillar crawled in and said "If you're here just to make friends then you can get out and quit right now" Once the class stoped talking he continued. "It took you approximately 8 seconds to shut up, that won't do, time is precious" 

Do I know him? He sounds familiar, but it can't be him. Can it?

I was unable to get any further with my thoughts i heard the man, our homeroom teacher, say "put these on, meet me outside when you're ready and don't waste my time" oh. It's definetly him. I stare at him a while longer before grabbing the gym clothes and heading towards the changing room. I walk into a stall instead of changing right in front of the girls.

It's not that I find it weird, I just don't want them staring at me in confusion for the rest of the day because they saw something they shouldn't have.Once outside, our homeroom teacher, Mr. Aizawa, began explaining what we'd be doing and how we shouldn't waste our time on pointless trditions. 

"Bakugou, step in the circle" Mr. Aizawa says and immedeatly 2 answers follow,

"Which one?" Both me and Katsuki say at the same time, as all heads turn to us.

Mr. Aizawa sighed tiredly, "Which ever one of you got first in the Entrance Exam"

I walk for ward and he hands me a softball, not acknowledging that he knows me or recognizes me. "What was your best throw in middle school?" he asks casually, while I'm shouting in my mind at him to recognize me. "76 meters I think" He nods and continues "Now I want you to throw this softball with your quirk, make it go as high as you can"

"Sure" I say but don't move, still staring at him to at least get a sign of reognition. He turns to me when he sees that I haven't moved and noticing my stare he says "Is something wrong?" I stare at hime a while longer, the students are staring as well so I should make this quick. With that in mind I say;

"Does rain make old scars ache?" He pauses for a moment and I have half a mind to think he forgot me, but then he replies;

"Only when the past shows up univited" then he gave a small smile that would go unnoticed by most, not me though. Never me.

Feeling happy and releived he hadn't forgotten me, I stand inside the circle. It's a 7 meter radius so it's perfect for what I'm about to do. I stand in the middle of the circle.

I bend a bit to press my fingertips to the ground then stand back up again. Once I do, I aim to throw the ball, but instead of throwing it upward, I throw it just a bit above ground and then-

BOOM!

Chain Combustion. The softball is launched into the air, a series of explosions sounding like thunder flowing after it. When mister Aizawa holds up his device to show the class what I got, gasps are heard and a mix of confusion and bewilderment is heard from the group.

"Oh my god that was amazing!"                                                                                                                                                                                    "So much power"

Aizawa gives me look of approvement and we continued with the rest of the tests, the only person beating me in the softbal throw was Uraraka with her zero gravity quirk. 

Next was the 50 metres dash and I was up against prim and proper (Iida). I launch myself forward using dual explosions from my feet and palms, propelling like a missile. My time was 2.92 seconds, being the highest in the 50 metre dash as expected. 

"That was excessive" Iida said dusting soot of his blazer, he seems mad that i beat him despite his quirk being made for speed.

"That was restraint" I answer back and walk back towards our classmates, ready for the next test.

Grip Test

I don't use any explosions directly. Instead, I heat my palms just enough to expand the grip metal slightly, before adding pressure. My score was 725 kg.... then the metal handle snaps in half with a sizzle. Oppsie.... "You're not meant to melt the device" Aizawa deadpanned. "Then don't hand me something that breaks or melts under pressure"

Overall, I got 3rd place. Eleganza got 1st, Peppermint (Shoto) got 2nd and Katsuki got 4th. I really wasn't expecting to get that high honestly. It is what it is I guess.

After school ended, I walked back home with Katsuki, comfortable silence stretching over us. We ate dinner, mom and Katsuki yelled at eachother like usual while dad tried to calm them down. I went back to my room, lights off and already comfy in bed when there was a knock on my door.

"Come in" I said simply, my voice edged with grogginess. Katsuki entered looking like he had just got stung by a hoard of bees. "What's up Suki?" 

"Just wnated to say you did well or whatever" he grumbled under his breath, so I almost did'nt hear what he said.

"Thanks Suki, so did you" He blushed before mumbling out a "goodnight" then turning on his heels back to his rrom.

Today has been a long day. Stressful and tiring, but good none the less.

It's late now and I gotta take care of my wellbeing. Good night/day guys and thanks for reading!💖

[femnoah]

TD Danganronpa au

The Ultimate Talents part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

So uh, maybe mild spoilers for the Danganronpa games/series as I will be discussing some characters and comparisons and maybe plot points?

This is the list of the ultimate talents I decided on for each contestant, why I did so and some background information. As always, I'm always up for a discussion.

Also, this'll have the first of the different outfits. The idea is that because the eliminated contestants weren't filming the day of their abduction, they weren't wearing the specific costumes. Somehow the dorms they're staying in have exact copies of the outfit they're currently wearing.

But since I can't draw, you're gonna have to bear with me on the vague descriptions 😭

Duncan Michaud- The Ultimate Punk

Yeah, I went for simplicity here. Not even a second thought.

His family are all police officers. It's essentially his heritage and he was expected to follow in their stead. Instead, he used the insider knowledge to his advantage. Committing crimes and making it so the worst they could do was community service. His parents wouldn't want to arrest their son now, would they?

Unfortunately, his parents caught on quickly to this and made him spend time with them at the police station until he eventually got sent to Juvie. You'd expect him to be at the bottom of the food chain with his family being cops but once again Duncan used this to his advantage. Knowing who to get in the good books of and who to mercilessly put down. He climbed the ranks and learned quickly, even joining multiple gangs and getting them to work together for common goals.

He joined total drama to get away from juvie- it was too boring and he wanted to shake things up. Good thing Chris is always on the lookout for troublemakers with a long long record to cause more drama.

Courtney Gracia- The Ultimate Student Council President

I was going to have her as the ultimate debater or C.I.T but a big part of her identity is needing to be in charge and winning which I think fits as school council president. Plus her obsession with organisation. I did debate having her as the ultimate moral compass (kind of like taka as the rule enforcer) as well but she does have a thing for breaking rules when it benefits her.

Though Chris/monochris definitely calls her everything under the sun like 'ultimate pain-in-my-ass' or even calls her the ultimate debater cause she won't stop arguing with him.

Once again it's fairly simple, she's just the best at what she does whether it's organising events, keeping the school in check and maintaining the school's high grades and reputation- turning it into one of the most prestigious schools in Canada. She truly is looked up to by everyone in her community - which is why she got such a shock when this was definitely not the case on the show.

The reason she applied to TD was so she could use the money to further her career progression with university and anything else she may need to ensure success. Plus winning would look good on a CV

Owen Mackenzie- The Ultimate Competitive Food eater

I mean, it could've been a party one or something but this is Owen we're on about here. But other than that, it was pretty easy pickings.

There's not much to say here. He loves eating, ever since he was young and entered multiple competitions. It started with a restaurant's eating challenge, where he happened to become a local celebrity for, and grew from there. His parents are so proud of their happy and successful son doing what he loves!

He applied to TD purely for fun, to make new friends, have a great time and maybe even find a girlfriend!

Gwen Paquette- The Ultimate Artist

Once again, it was pretty easy to pick this one out. She is artsy after all.

Her art got noticed on accident when she left a sketchbook at school. That was also when she got her first commission.

With that came the idea to officially sell the things she makes but for cheap pricing. She isn't really in it for money, more so she can make more stuff and doesn't have to worry about storing it.

Then things took a turn when her mum got into an accident. Although she turned out fine by the end of it, the hospital couldn't do much and she had to go private for her treatment and the payment took a toll on the family.

Although her art can make a lot of money, Gwen needed a more immediate solution to help out her mum and making sure her brother can live a comfortable life. Hence applying to TD, she didn't think she'd actually get selected but well, a lot of the creative talents are performative and they needed more diversity...

Outfit- The first person that has a different outfit. More gothic with a flair, like lace and chains as well as more extreme make-up. She had to tone it down for the cameras so she takes advantage of every moment she's off screen when eliminated.

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