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theresthesnitch · 7 months ago

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Thanks for tagging me @r33sespieces!

I started this saying that 2024 was a slow year for me... then realized the numbers don't quite add up to that. It's still true, 2024 was just a *weird* year for it. I'm going to divide these into two sections for that reason.

In 2024, I posted 12 fics as theresthesnitch, for a total 149,829 words. Of that, I'd guess that around 65,000 was written in 2023, including all of my Big Bang fic Falling In Love Without You. My post popular fic (by kudos, hits, or bookmarks) posted under theresthesnitch is Chance would be a fine thing.

In 2024, I also posted fics under the name charmstwit. I posted 19 cowritten fics (with quietlemonhush under the pen name Pigeononacloud), and 1 solo fic, for a total of 691,998 words (17,658 words were solo written). The more than half of this was written in 2023, but I can't even begin to tell you how much were written in 2024. The cowritten fics are all under the series connected to Stay with Me, which comes out as my most popular fic of the year by any measure.

This brings me to a grand total of 841,827 words for 2024 between my two accounts.... mostly written in 2023. So it was a slow year for me, since I normally have a pretty high output. But, let's take a look at what I did do in 2024.

I'm leaving out 18 of the cowritten fics posted under charmstwit. Stay with Me is the only one that matters for this, and the rest fit under that umbrella.

January

Falling In Love Without You, (wolfstar, E, 51.5k, complete)

There is old magic in the House of Black designed to keep errant heirs in line. Magic that has now come calling for Sirius on the eve of his twentieth birthday. Sirius must convince one of his friends to fall in love with him. With Remus’s help to woo them, it should be easy… Right?

Settled (sirius/remus/james/lily, E, 6.3k, complete)

Lily loves these moments, the stolen glances she gets when they are soft together and don’t know they’re being watched. The three of them are so completely, so inextricably linked that nothing could rip them apart, not even if they tried. It took her a while to realize that she is part of this and not an interloper intruding—even when it was just her with James and him with Remus and Sirius, too—that they love her like an extension of them. Lily is so grateful for the way they’ve allowed her to be part of their lives. Now she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. ~*~ Lily loves all three of her boys, and they've made a lovely life together. Only, things aren't quite completely settled yet.

February

Love and Black Madness as charmstwit (sirius/remus/regulus, E, 17.6k, complete)

Remus doesn't know what to expect when he comes back to the flat he shared with Sirius after the war is over, but it certainly wasn't to find Regulus living with his brother. That is, however, just the start of the revelations for these three, and the rest might just leave them all knotted up.

June

Easier (wolfstar, E, 1.6k, complete)

Sirius visits a glory hole. It's easier this way.

Wisdom of the Oracle (wolfstar, E, 6.1k, complete)

King Remus hopes he is prepared to pay the Oracle's price; however, he may come home with more than he bargained for.

Dancing with a Stranger (wolfstar, M, 1.8k, complete)

In the Fall of 1981, Remus and Sirius are becoming strangers with a painful shared past, but maybe they can find each other again in one last slow dance.

July

Unbreakable (wolfstar, M, 1.7k, complete)

After Remus's worst fears are realized, his friends know just how to take care of him.

August

Stay with Me (wolfstarbucks, E, 471k words (686k in the series), Completed, sequel expected)

Secondary genders have been repressed for generations until one day they are suddenly back. James, Remus, and Sirius are just trying to navigate 7th year at Hogwarts without losing their minds. Luckily for them, they are best friends who are willing to help each other out. It's just a little bit of knotting between friends, right? Totally temporary.

September

Useful (wolfstar+, E, 11k, complete)

“My pet has been very good recently. So good, in fact, that I told him that I would give him anything he wants. Do you know what he said he wanted?” Remus waits. “He said, ‘I just want to be useful, sir.’ So I thought I’d make him useful.” Remus grabs the hem of Sirius’s dress, pulling it over his head and tossing it on the floor. He steps away, giving everyone in the room a clear view of Sirius. “Hands at your side, pet.” Sirius stands there, naked except for the plastic cage on his cock, a fluffy black tail hanging between his legs, and the black marker on his chest that reads FREE USE. His skin flushes pink as murmurs from everyone around them builds. ~~~ Or, Remus offers Sirius for free use.

a sprinkle of stars on your skin (wolfstar, E, 1.3k, completed)

Remus hates Sirius's skirt (he doesn't), and Sirius takes James stargazing (sort of)

love knew me once too (wolfstar, E, 7.9k, WIP)

I know love. And love knew me once too. ~ Ranata Suzuki ~~~ Sirius Black is in love, and he's ready to tell the world. Only, once he finally tells his family, Remus disappears from his life. Where did he go? What made him leave? And what is Sirius going to do when he comes back?

October

See you in class, Professor Potter (jily, E, 3.7k complete)

Professor James Potter is distracted from work by Student Lily Evans trying to earn some extra credit.

Things that go Boo (wolfstar, T, 1.2k, complete)

Sirius definitely isn't afraid of the haunted house, but maybe he'll hold the cute stranger's hand regardless.

Chance would be a fine thing (wolfstar, E, 55.2k, WIP)

Sirius is going into heat, and he is being sold the pureblood family with the best offer. To no one's surprise, Sirius is less than cooperative. In order to show him what his alternative is, Walburga takes him to the middle of an alpha rut facility, and proceeds to lose him to a crowd of rutting alphas. Lucky for Sirius, there's a man with tawny curls who keeps him from being eaten alive--literally. However, even good intentions have consequences, and Sirius and Remus are bound to find out what these consequences are.

So, that's it. Everything I posted in 2024.

For 2025, I'm not sure what you can expect to see. I'm going to continue Chance would be a fine thing and love knew me once too, as well as a few other WIPs that have been itching for more words recently. I've got something crack fic-ish for Knotfest, assuming I can finish in the next month. I spent all of November working on my royal wolfstar arranged marriage au, which unfortunately didn't make as much progress as I'd hoped, but I'm still hoping I can get that done in 2025. I've been having some pretty significant writer's block, and I started a new job in September that's kept me busy, so I'm hoping to find my way back to writing more in 2025.

tagging: @puuvillaa @blitheringmcgonagall @tracingpatternswrites @daydreamerdisease

#2024 writing round up

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sirfrogsworth · 2 years ago

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I could use a little help. I'm stretching things a bit thin preparing for my trip. There are a few things that would be helpful and I'm worried I can't get them before I leave for my trip.

The main thing, I accidentally gave away my only pair of good pants. I guess they got mixed in with my dad's clothes when we donated them to charity. I've torn the house upside down looking for them. They are chef's pants, that have an elastic waist, but still look somewhat nice.

I also need more storage for my laptop. I wasn't planning on this being my main computer, but getting the house as I would like it is taking much longer than expected and my PC is going to remain in the basement for the time being. I actually love this laptop. But I only got 256gb of memory thinking it was a secondary computer. I do have an SSD, but it is internal, so I would need an enclosure to make it work with this computer.

I have decided I'm not going to wait for a new camera or studio to start my photography again. And I'm hoping my trip to Florida will be quite... photographic. But I will need some kind of storage solution.

In any case, I've put together an Amazon Wishlist with stuff that would be helpful. It's in order of priority. Mostly, I just need pants. Pants would be nice.

I also have a PayPal if that is easier.

I appreciate any help. And I really hope I can stop asking for help when my disability case gets settled. Hopefully that will be sooner rather than later, but the government moves at a snail's pace.

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vacantwatchers · 8 months ago

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And the beat goes on

ao3. wc: 1,521 Tommy & Steve, season one, hurt/comfort, panic attack, hugging, bed sharing

It's loud when he pushed the window sill up, but he doesn't know how to make it not be. He's too occupied with the shaking in his hands and the desperate need to breathe deeply for the first time in hours. Heaving himself through the window isn't much quieter, not when he always forgets the little action figures Tommy lines his window with.

They clutter to the floor, but their sound is masked by Steve’s body hitting the floor harder, startling the bed in front of him and causing a groaning ripple as his best friend (ex-best friend? What's the use by date on the term after a fight?) rolls and pushes himself up to investigate the sound.

Tommy is barely visible amongst his covers and Steve can't tell if it's because the nightlight he's had since they were five wasn't plugged in, or because he can't see through the tunnel vision he's had since leaving the hospital and it was about to swallow him whole. Either way, Steve would really appreciate being able to see him, the familiarity of seeing his sleepy, cowlicked hair would be a real comfort right then.

Tommy moves quickly, leans over the pillow he uses to hug at night ever since Mr Tumbles got too delicate to cuddle with, and turns on the lamp by his bed.

"What the fu—Harrington? What are you doing here, man? I thought you were sick of me."

Steve would absolutely love to answer Tommy, but the fear and panic that had been trying to drown him for the last God knows how many hours have decided to settle into his bones and muscle. All he can feel is static pumping through his fingers and chest. Somewhere deep in the back of his head, he knows that this is only happening because he's retreated to one of the only places he has ever felt safe. Knows it as surely as his body did when he'd made the unthinking left turn that would lead onto Kerly instead of turning towards home.

Distantly, Steve is aware of the rustle of shifting blankets and sheets, of socked feet hitting the floor. It's all secondary to trying to get the buzzing static out of his body instead of dragging everything away from his arms to start pooling in his chest. There's a warmth in front of him, a furnace that snares his hands and drags them away, pushes them against a heaving drum. He tries to pull focus, uses the pressure of his knees against his chest and the steady beat of the drum under his hands as a guide and slowly becomes aware of his body.

Steve blinks slowly, matches his breathing to the rhythm under his hands and lets himself focus on the external stimuli instead of the spiral he fell into harder than he had Tommy's floor. The idea of immediately looking up into Tommy's eyes scares him, the idea of not knowing what he'd find his friend's eyes is almost as paralysing as whatever the fuck is happening to him right now. Instead he squeezes his blinks to focus on the ancient light blue T-Ball team shirt innocently gripped in his hands.

When had he closed his hand?

"You with me yet, Stevie-boy?"

Tommy's chest buzzed against his clenched fingers.

"Come on, Stevie, I need you to breathe, man. You're starting to freak me out. You haven't been like this since you broke your retainer in the ninth grade, and if it weren't for the fact that I know your dad is still on that business trip I'd think this was because of him." Tommy pressed harder against Steve's trapped hands. "Give me an explanation, man, because I haven't seen you since yesterday, and that's weeks for us man."

"I fought a monster." It came out as barely a whisper, it certainly lacked the energy to cross the scant space between them.

"You fought—listen if you don't want to—"

Steve sighed. "Tommy. Tommy, when have I ever not told you something?"

Finally, Steve looks up. Tommy is frowning but he hasn't moved away. Doesn't look as mad as he'd expected, he looks mostly worried actually. The right side of his face is washed yellow from the lamp. His freckles remind Steve of distant stars, the way they're barely visible in this light.

"I don't know, Steve. Until a day ago, I didn't know you thought I was an asshole."

"I don't—we were—the situation in context—" Steve groans, all drive that was powering him to stay upright was quickly vanishing. Frustrated, he leans across the space between them, brings his aching head in to press against Tommy's. "You're an asshole. I'm an asshole. Carol's an asshole. We're fucking seventeen, we're all assholes. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I'm not—fuck, Tommy. I had a gun pulled on me, they shot it and I had to jump over a bear trap before they set it on fire. It didn't have a face but that didn't stop it from having a fucking mouth."

He wishes he could press closer to Tommy, the same way he's always wanted to be able to press closer. Wishes they could combine, that maybe Tommy would let him press close enough to hide in his chest and make a home amongst his ribs.

"Stevie—"

"I fought a monster, Tommy. It killed Barb, and all I can think about is that you were the last one in after her before she went back out there. You could have—"

Steve's hands were no longer trapped against Tommy's chest because Tommy was hugging him, the arm around his back as strong as the vice they used to build the bookshelf across the room. And yet, it wasn't as strong as the hand that was holding his head, pressing it into the safety of Tommy's neck. Steve doesn't know if he believes him, doesn't think he will without seeing that monster that dropped from Byers' ceiling; but with all the blood and will in his body, Steve will make sure Tommy never has to see that shit. Ever.

He would rather die in agony than let harm come him.

"Okay."

The word brushes against his ear and tickles his neck.

"It's okay, Steve. It didn't—I'm still here. Nothing happened to me. It sucks that it happened to Barb, we'll deal with that shit later. But right now, I'm here. You're here."

The hand cradling his head tightened its hold, gripped Steve's hair and helped ground him in the here and now.

"We're safe. We're both safe."

Steve pressed deeper into Tommy's shoulder, tucked his nose into his neck and let the familiar remnants of his aftershave and shampoo wash over. He was safe with Tommy. Nothing bad would happen to them here. He would keep Tommy safe, and Tommy would keep him safe. The same way they have since they met.

They were okay.

Tommy squeezed him tightly once before pulling back - not enough to let go, enough to pull his hand out from Steve's hair and bring it around to his jaw, enough to tilt him towards the yellow lamp light.

Steve felt like a bug pinned to styrofoam under the considering weight of Tommy's brown eyes. Knew he was looking at the dried blood and blossoming bruises but wondered if he was also seeing something Steve couldn't.

"Here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna get up, and I'm gonna clean your face up. You're going to have a shower because you have blood on your sweater and then we're gonna go to sleep," Tommy's eyes flickered between his own, like he was looking for something. "We're gonna go to sleep and I'm gonna wake you up in two hours to see if your brain is soup, and tomorrow, tomorrow we'll talk about all the bullshit you told me. Okay?"

Later, after first aid and a shower, tucked into Tommy's clothes, Steve will move the pillow that replaced Mr Tumbles to the head of the bed and slip beneath the blankets. He'll wait until Tommy is in bed and laying down before twisting to turn off the light. He'll slide down and lay still for a moment before hearing a sigh and feeling Tommy's hand tug on his shoulder.

Steve nods. "Okay."

Later, Steve will curl into Tommy's side and Tommy will pull the blankets up and over his head, the same way he always has because he knows how Steve likes to sleep when he's stressed. He'll shift until he's filled all the gaps Tommy has left for him and will feel Tommy's arm drop heavy and grounding across his back while his hand rests in his hair, petting it slowly.

Steve will breathe in familiarity and relish in the fact that even after a fight and facing a monster, he hadn't lost this. That he has the chance to keep this. And tomorrow, after they talk about all the bullshit he somehow found himself in, Steve is going to put the work in to make sure he keeps being able to have this.

#steve harrington #tommy hagan #cw panic attack #barb holland #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stommy #fic #taylah writes #stranger things season one #on GOD i'm making these boys sort out their shit and i will eventually make them kiss

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lazyscience · 1 year ago

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so there's something I feel like young leftists are not getting at all when they rail furiously about how "we keep voting for Democrats but they keep just pandering to the right, what are we supposed to DO to get them to change OTHER than not vote for them?"

It has to do with fundamental assumptions about what "governing" is supposed to mean in the modern era, and this is a conversation that has to happen culturally in and around what is happening at the ballot box in a lot larger sense than it is. putting in a readmore because this gonna get long and also ranty.

It also means I'm taking another Tumblr break because I can not, I CAN NOT with the current political discussion any more and even with terms blocked I'm seeing it, and I don't want to spend my evenings alternating between rage and depression, I get enough of that from the news.

This conversation was happening even earlier than this, but the timepoint at which it was first coming to a head and when I became familiar with it was 1994 and Newt Gingrich's "Contract with America". Prior to this point, the ethos on both sides of the aisle (in public) was that in general, a congressperson's job (especially in the House, a little less so in the Senate maybe) was while you were under the umbrella of one of the two parties, you were mostly looking out for the particular agenda of your state and only secondarily working towards a national agenda. And secondary to this idea, most of them agreed on basic principles that gridlock was bad (wouldn't produce anything useful/re-electable for your state), civil service employees and appointees weren't supposed to be blatant political operatives (there were, of course, but that was considered more sleazy and corrupt than "elections have consequences, hurr hurr") and that for the stability of the country, things like the debt ceiling were best mutually avoided.

So for the better part of the 20th century, the Democrats were more the party of regulation, the social safety net and the reality and use of powers on a federal level; the Republicans were the party of "leave these decisions to the individual states" (this is obviously a grotesque oversimplification, people have literally written dozens, probably hundreds, of scholarly books about this shit). And Newt Gingrich, ambitious little shit from an at the time deep red Republican state, said "you know what, we need to embrace a national party and federal control the way the Democrats have--because until then, WE can't control it." So the Contract With America was born - and the goal became instead of "well, whatever, as long as I can weasel out concessions for my state/special interests that hired me" the game ALSO became "demonstrate that federal government doesn't work by MAKING it not work." By using all the procedural stupid dirty tricks that a reactionary old bunch of white dudes that had just been through a war put into place to make any point of settled law that had happened basically as hard to change as fucking possible.

Now, the Democrats couldn't/didn't WANT to play by those rules, because their biggest and most popular successes (qualified, imperfect, but still) - Social Security, Medicaid, the civil rights movement, antitrust, worker protections, environmental protections - are all contingent on a federal government apparatus that actually fucking works. And now that the Republicans can win either by getting what they want OR by yelling "look, this process is clearly broken and doesn't work!", the only way Democrats can make sweeping changes without having to fight tooth and nail every step of the way is to have a majority in both houses of Congress, control the Presidency, and the Supreme Court.

Because again, the reactionary old white men who had just lived through a butt ton of social upheaval wanted to make it hard for one group of (rich white, male enfranchised) people to control another - and they literally at that time could not have envisioned the way the country would grow into both a far more unified AND polarized place that would take these safety rails and exploit them to block every achievement their opponent might make, whether or not it was actually in the best interests of the people they're representing.

(I mean, they should have, political parties and all that toxicity were not new to the British Empire before the colonies even existed, but well, I think we all know by now there's a lot of things they couldn't have imagined. See also: the second amendment)

So here's the deal - if you punish Joe Biden for being a confused corporate-friendly war-hawkish atrocity-enabling weenus - which he totally is sometimes! - you are kneecapping any actually progressive congressional candidates you elect unless you can also deliver 67+ solidly Democrat/Green/whatever the fuck Angus King is votes in the Senate, and 290+ equally staunch Democratic representatives. Because otherwise, that Republican President's just gonna veto everything they legislate that isn't what he wants. And yes, the Senate has to approve any federal judges or Supreme Court justices he wants to appoint - but again, the Republican party sees the federal court system being slow, backed up and impossible to use as a totally acceptable compromise in return for being able to block any significant Democratic legislation from going forward.

Since 1789, do you know how many vetoes have been overridden by supermajority? 109, out of 1,484.

Now, if you could GET that supermajority in the Senate and the House? You could amend the Constitution! You could make mail-in votes mandatory, and/or mandated paid time off for voting. You could mandate ranked-choice voting, so that leftists could vote for the candidate they actually want without splitting up the bloc to the advantage of the fash/fash-adjacent. You could do things like mandate that a Presidential election isn't valid until a minimum threshold number of votes has been achieved that's actual a majority of eligible voters, not just whatever fanatical minority shows up that day, so some asshole who won with 20 percent of eligible voters can't claim to have "a mandate from The People."

BUT WITHOUT THAT SUPERMAJORITY, VOTING TO PUNISH ELECTED OFFICIALS FOR NOT DOING THINGS THEY CANNOT FUCKING DOOOOOO MEANS NOTHING BUT LOSING FOR ALL OF US!

Especially when the other fucking asshole candidate wants to make it legal for the National Guard to LIVE FIRE WITH ACTUAL MILITARY BULLETS ON PROTESTORS, and the Supreme Court has just made it possible for him if elected to order that and have it not be illegal! If he wants to start deporting all Muslim immigrants like he was trying to push for last time he was elected, or round up LGBTQ people and put them in re-education camps, if he gets elected, he could do that now! Because crimes committed as "official acts" are no longer crimes!

So you want to not have to regularly make shitty compromises in the voting booth any more? Great, neither do I. Here are the only ways I see this going forward:

Get 2/3rd of the states of the union to call for an Article V constitutional convention - and be willing to have the process potentially hijacked by fash nutjobs at the state level if those 2/3rds aren't all Democratic-controlled. It's possible - I mean, the system was specifically designed to work that way - but the fact that a) an Article V convention has not successfully been called in the history of the US, and b) the only people advocating for that in the year 2024 are the actual fucking Heritage Foundation of the infamous Project 2025, Ben Shapiro of "but pussy doesn't get wet" fame, Greg "the solution to Uvalde is arming teachers" Abbott and similar nutjobs make me think that's not the safest way to get the outcome we want here.

Hold your noses and get 67 Senators and 290 Representatives elected that are either Democrats or who will reliably caucus with them like Socialists or Greens and have them pass a law to require ranked choice voting for the presidency - there's a chance it'll get a constitutional challenge from the Supreme Court, but there's not a solid precedent either forbidding or encouraging, and by the time it's an issue hopefully we're back in 5/4 liberal court territory if Alito and Thomas either retire or get canned. That will mean a lot of mid corporatist conservative Dems who will make decisions you don't like and don't want to support, but with an endgame of someday getting to stop doing that. This is honestly probably the most achievable, so it is also the one Republicans are fighting against hardest with gerrymandering and voter suppression, and they have banned it on the state level in Florida, Montana, South Dakota, Tennessee and Idaho.

Let Republicans get elected to prove a point. This will result in an unknown but presumably acceptable to you number of deportations, convictions, legal abuse and deaths among people the Trump administration declares undesirable, including Muslims, Palestinians, trans people, anyone working in gender studies or race studies, the unhoused, potential child labor, and people of childbearing potential among others. This is not a threat to get you to fall in line. It is a prediction based on the previous behaviorand stated policy positions of Mr. Trump, the Republican National Convention, and the decision of the Supreme Court allowing his administration to carry out what would otherwise be crimes but for a president are "official actions" now apparently. It will also at the very least make easier the capture of the Supreme Court for another two or three decades during which no effective challenges can be brought for voter suppression, gerrymandering, and violent suppression of protest.

honest question: how, exactly, if it becomes an illegal act to talk about racism, queer liberation or police reform, are you proposing to get your better, more leftist candidates elected? I am so serious right now, why do you think after another four years of Trump provided he doesn't just immediately declare martial law like he already almost did once, do you think people would be willing to stick their necks out to identify themselves as enemies of the state? Think about the stranglehold Joseph McCarthy had on this country from 1947-1957.

#us politics #it's not scaremongering when it's true #i am not fucking 'blue maga'#i have just witnessed far too many people wash their hands of voting like pontius pilate 'washing his hands' of the crucifixion #if more people held their nose and voted for imperfect candidates we might have had ranked choice voting by now #if al gore and hillary clinton had gotten elected who knows?#of course maybe if al gore had gotten in somebody even more rancid than bush II would have been elected after him who fucking knows #i just know that politics is not a corporation you can't boycott it into compliance

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smiley-mcdoggington · 7 months ago

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1) I too am bottom Stan propaganda

2) I’m once again frolicking with you about A/B/O stuff because your brain is SO FUCKING SMART FOR THIS like I like how you broke down the details of A/B/O in your verse because it’s really cool. Talk to me more about imaginary biology!!

3) The last snippet (now that I have my brains about me) is such a cool analysis on the characters. Like Stan is ok (well not ok but like this is fine meme) being groped and stuff as long as he can keep up his passion which is something a lot of Omegas aren’t allowed to have. Ford worry pacing and his fretting over his brother that could be omega could be alpha but really it’s just ford paranoia and insistence and all. (Also lowkey I squint and think of the possibility of Trans alpha ford?? Like idk I feel like he’d have some kind of time with it?)

4) I have got to know what your plans for them long term are. Will they settle in gravity falls? Will they sail away? Will there be a thing where Bill plays his hand and somehow gets involved? Would there be a push away separation thing and if so what’s that gonna be like??? Idk I’m just digesting your ideas. You’re veryyyyy creative

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH ANON WE'RE FROLICKING

1) BOTTOM STAN ARMY

2) I shit you not I was pulling out my old bio homework until I reread the ask it said anatomy and not biology - I was gonna make a whole case on increased cortisol in alphas and oxytocin in omegas especially during estrous cycles explaining why and how rutts and heats affect them but honestly that would have been an even drier textbook I should probably just put the vibes in more drabbles--

3) EEEEEEEEEE I'M SO HAPPY, STAN JUST WANTS TO KEEP DOING THE ONE THING HES PROUD OF and he does stay chill about it for Ford's sake but it did shake him and affect how he conducted himself. And Ford worries because Stanley doesn't wear scent blockers, he doesn't wear modest clothing, and in general isn't acting the way Ford started acting when he presented and Ford is. So confused by that. It's like Stan accepts who he is and isn't changing himself in ways that would take away his freedom of expression but also keep him safe from real risks. (and I did think about transing a secondary gender but the problem is that most of Ford's issues with being an omega is rooted in sexism, and he's so focused on changing the cards hes dealt he doesn't think to work toward changing how the game is played, you know? Ford looks down on all other omegas to an extent, even Stan, Ford doesn't pretend to be an alpha because he wants to be an alpha he pretends to be an alpha so he isn't treated like an omega. The way teenage girls pretend they hate pink and girly things because they want to detach themselves from feminine expression because of how it's tied to submission and being lesser. He doesn't really want to be an alpha either, he's sexist against them too, he just wants to be treated even marginally better than a poor little omega that "can't" find a mate. He looks down on everyone that sees gender as important because he doesn't like the catches that come with his, and even if he treats Stan with a lot more grace about it he still very much does look down on Stan as well in that and other aspects anyways bla bla bla me trying to hint at as much sexism alligory as I can in the incest porn I write--)

4) As far as plans go I don't have a solid one yet this was mostly just my take on a/b/o stuff so far lmao. Not that I'm not gonna give this a paragraph--

SO Ford took his pet twin brother to school with him, Fiddleford is cool with it since they share a bed and Stan is gone most of the day doing odd jobs it's not much of a hassle, plus Stan and him are pretty friendly, they smoke on the roof together, it's nice. Then Ford decides he wants to hunt weirdness and gravity falls is a good place to kick off his career in cryptozoology so he can get enough money to buy an actual decent boat. Stan makes him a bit more sociable even if they're lying and saying Ford's an alpha. If Bill comes be exasterbates Ford's sexism to a point he's practically abusive to Stan but Stan can't leave because Ford loves him :( if they seperate Ford's gotta be the one to seperate them because Stan'll keep holding on until he loses his hands. If Stan ever finds out about Bill the whole jig is up though because Stan knows a con when he hears one. It has to come with Ford pushing people away because he Has to be on a pedistal because he can't be in a diner making a waitress laugh, yk?

#stancest #I'm so tired I will probably write more in-depth in the morning lmao #a/b/o dynamics #asks

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in-need-of-gally-content · 2 years ago

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The creaking sound of the staircase under someone's weight woke him up. He didn't know what time it was, but it was eerily quiet, especially when he thinks of all the sounds going around when he wakes up in the morning, so he figured it was still too early for anyone to get up. Maybe Fry had gotten up to start making breakfast.

A painful groan escaped him when he tried to move to get out of bed, his whole body stiff, and he realized that he had slept all night sitting against the headboard and now he was suffering the consequences.

He starts stretching, feeling his muscles relax and joints pop, making him huff at the loud sound they made, "Ow," he muttered at the pain he felt all over, but still pushed through it and got up from the bed.

His eyes look at the bathroom, but he decided to scavenge his bag first, successfully finding a toothbrush, it's inside a plastic bag, sealed closed, the letters WCKD printed on it. He opens it and heads to the bathroom, ready to properly brush his teeth this time.

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And now, he walked out of the med room ready to start his day, stepping into the kitchen and greeting Fry and Jim, along with Mike and David who were doing their secondary job, joining them on cooking breakfast, a comfortable silence falling around them. While moving stuff around, he catches sight of the missing floorboards and the chipping wallpaper, he wondered if he could maybe ask Alby, Newt, or Gally if he could try and... Maintain the Homestead?

But the rush of boys showing up with grumbling stomachs made him focus back on what he was doing. And eventually, everyone had settled down and were eating, mostly in peace and quiet, but some were making conversation, the usual thing in the Glade, he realized.

He also realized that Fry was gonna end up making him eat breakfast, which he could not take, so he rushed out and beelined straight to Gally, who stared at him with a sleepy expression, some sheet marks on his face and arm.

"What do we need to continue building the tree house?" Gally blinked a few times, using his free hand to rub his eyes as he frowned, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking up at him again.

"You're not gonna work without eating something first, are ya?" Gally watched the greenie shrugging for a moment, rocking on the balls of their feet.

"I already ate," he spew out a quick lie, there's no way Gally would know anyway. He frowns but eventually nods.

"There's a cabinet on the first floor, by the Gathering room where we keep all we need in a toolbox, you can't miss it," he nods as he remembers seeing a flash of said place, and he makes his way out of the dining area and back in the Homestead.

He walked toward the Gathering room and opened the door next to it, it was more of a built-in closet rather than a cabinet, and yeah, there was the box Gally talked about, it had 'BUILDERS' written on it in bold letters, and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle to himself and he reached down to grab it.

Heading back, he stopped by the tables, catching the eyes of pretty much everyone. He briefly made eye contact with them, and showed a gentle, kind smile their way before heading back to the Deadheads where his soon-to-be treehouse was being built.

As he approached the woods, he heard barking, making him rush to be able to leave the toolbox somewhere near the pile of covered up planks and sticks, before rushing toward the barn, giving some pets and kisses to Bark. He smiled and laughed at the enthusiasm of the dog, and he debated if he should let him out, maybe just a little bit wouldn't hurt...

He played around a small area with Bark, chasing after the other and play fighting, easily picking him up and gently swinging him around, his laughter and Bark's barking echoing in the Glade, definitely making some Glader's heart feel warm at the happiness both displayed with each other.

They jumped and ran around until the greenie finally fell to the grass, heaving as Bark laid on top of him, licking his face and neck, his body moving around frantically, still huffing for air after all the physical activity he did so early in the day, feeling content at the realization of having someone to play with.

"Anyone else wants to be in that stinky dog's place?" The sun that had been shining on his face was now being blocked by a body, and a voice he'd grown to dislike and dread, making him hesitate before he opened his eyes.

Billy was there, accompanied by Jackson and Tim, two more of the Baggers, he slowly sat up and Bark took a protective stance in front of him as he stood up, standing tall on his feet.

"Jealous of a dog? Says a lot about you, Billy," he muttered while reaching down to pat Bark's back, "Come on, boy," he added toward the dog, slowly turning around as Bark followed reluctantly.

Billy scoffed and gripped the greenie's wrist before he could take a step to leave. He would've pried his arm off from his hold, but he could notice the Slicers and Builders coming up from behind them when he peeked over the Keeper's shoulder.

"Come on, babe, I know you like me, no need to hide it," his eyebrows went up to his hairline, and he watched with disgust as Billy gets closer to him, the look in his eyes making him snort as he glanced away.

"Believe me, you're not my type," he chuckles and his warm, vile breath makes his throat close, wanting nothing more than get away from him, but his hold on his wrist lowers to his hand, holding it in what is supposed to be a 'gentle, sweet' touch, but his hand feels rough and dry against his skin. It was unpleasant. He felt a cold sweat down his spine, despite the blazing sun hitting his sweaty and dirty skin.

"Well, I'm sure we can arrange something, sweetie," he bites his tongue in order to hold in an insult that threatened to come out, and simply looked at Billy dead in the eyes, a small smirk pulling the corner of his lips up.

"We might but..." He caught a glimpse of everyone getting close enough to hear him, but he still spoke a little bit louder, just to get the point across, "When you grow a vagina you can call me."

The superior grin on his face fades away as he stays frozen in place, hearing the boys approaching from behind them sputter as they try not to laugh at the obvious rejection Billy just got.

They watch the greenie pat his shoulder in a mocking reassurance, "Thought so," and he walks back to the barn, taking Bark back in the pen before giving him food and water in his bowls.

He sees Gally waiting for him on the other side of the fence, the rest of the Builders walking past him and over to the Deadheads, he smiles at him and starts following the taller guy, who begins to laugh every time he remembers the moment or hears one of the guys upfront comments about it.

"That's was... Brilliant, greenie," Gally brought him closer with his arm wrapped around his shoulders, pressing him close in a playful way, messing with his (h/c) hair and causing him to laugh with a groan. Gally sighs and they continue walking without pulling away, "Welcome to the Glade," he mumbled.

His head tilted back to look up at him, the sun making his hair look more ginger than blond, his green eyes shining bright and the freckles that dotted his skin became more noticeable.

The sight was mesmerizing if anything. Smiling really suited Gally, it was nice.

"Thank you," he whispered loud for him to look down at him, green eyes locking on (e/c) ones, "For giving me a chance here. Thank you for that, Gally."

He remained quiet for a few seconds, swallowing when he felt his throat going dry, the same feeling from yesterday filling his body, warming him from the inside out. He took a deep breath and smiled at the greenie.

"Everyone is worthy of a chance, greenie. Remember that."

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They worked for a few hours, and now, lunch was called. Of course, he wasn't planning on going.

They had finished the foundation, and now had to work on the support that had to go on the trees and in the dirt. They were working away from the spot he had picked after getting the initial measurements, especially cause they needed the space to work comfortably in, everything was gonna be moved into the Deadhead when the time comes.

"Greenie, come on," someone told him, he wasn't too sure who because he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, working on autopilot.

"In a minute," he managed to mumble, and he was soon left alone. He continued working, hyper-focused on getting this done and ready by the time they come back from eating lunch.

He's not sure why he feels the need to finish everything as quickly as possible, and still make sure it's in good shape and nice quality, it's just... Something he does, which made him wonder if he's just this way, that it's part of who he is.

And having stuff to do and focus on prevented him from letting his mind wander around aimlessly, only to end up slowing him down, and he would end up wondering why he was the way he is. Like... Why was he born a she when it is clear he's not? There had to be something wrong with his brain and how it functions... Yeah, that was it, definitely.

He was just faulty.

Sighing, he stopped hammering the nail, staring at his hands, stained with dirt.

"(M/n)..." Mumbling his name to himself out loud definitely made him feel like it really was his name, and his eyes shifted to look in the direction where the name wall was. Where everyone's names were engraved, and others were crossed out. Maybe...

"Greenbean!" The sound of Fry and Jim's voices made him flinch, feeling the need to hide, as if he had done something wrong and had to hide from mom and dad. They were most likely mad at him for skipping another meal, yet again. But they wouldn't understand if he told them that he couldn't eat that much every day, only able to handle dinner fully and the occasional afternoon snack, that was all the food and nutrients he needed.

Hearing their footsteps getting closer, he placed the hammer down and swiftly made his way into the woods behind him, hiding behind the trees and avoiding stepping on sticks and crunchy leaves on the dirt.

He thought he had gotten far enough away, when he saw, far ahead, what seemed to be wooden crosses sticking from the dirt, and he felt curious about what that could be, so he started walking that way.

Getting closer, he noticed that... It was a graveyard. And each cross had some kind of sign hanging from them, he crouched in front of one, reaching for the sign and clearing the dry dirt on it. He took a deep breath as a chill went through his whole body as he read the first sign. A name. The second one. Another name. The third one. One more name.

"So... This is where you guys are," he muttered as he recognized the names as the ones being crossed off on the wall, although one in particular caught his attention, "Stephen..." There was a piece of paper stapled under his name, some traces of dried mud from rainy days staining it, but the words were still readable, "Reminder, the box hole is not a way out, don't be like this shank..."

An image flashed in his mind again, and he clutched his head tightly, the faint sounds of panicked screaming and cries of help echoed inside his skull, accompanied by what seemed to be a tv screen in front of him. And he saw it.

A guy being pulled out of the box hole, cut in half.

The vivid image and the throbbing pain made his stomach churn, crawling away from the graves and immediately throwing up. The bile in his stomach made his throat burn and his eyes tear up.

He stayed there a few minutes, more bile coming out as he threw up one more time, his stomach emptier than before. He regained his breathing, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, letting the tears on his face dry on their own, closing his eyes and he slowly stood up, supporting himself up on the tree.

Stumbling his whole way back, the same image appeared in his mind, threatening to make him vomit again. And he saw the Builders, watching them getting ready to start working again. He tried to dismiss the way his body and mind felt, and took a shaky breath through his mouth as he went back to work.

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Mikah, Gally, Xan, Kurt, and Archie, kept a close eye out on him, noticing how he seemed sick, his skin didn't look like it usually did, it had a grey tint on it now, and his arms seemed weaker and he definitely was in no condition to be working right that moment, especially when they saw him try to stand up but not being able to, and he simply started crawling his way around to help others.

"Okay, that's it, greenie," he looked up at Gally, who realized his eyes seemed sunken and empty, devoid of light. He was worried about the (h/c) haired guy, "You're coming with me."

Gally leaned down to help him up despite his protests and started dragging the greenie to the Homestead.

Completely ignoring the slurred comments and whines coming from him, he takes him to the med room, where he sees Clint patching up a Slicer, Mike. The blond quickly notices him and nods for him to walk in.

"Hey, Gally, you need something?" He walks past him and sets the greenie in one of the empty beds.

"I don't know what happened to him, but he seems sick," Clint nodded and finishes up with Mike, telling him he could leave.

The blond walks closer and checks on the greenie for a few seconds, he can see that he's not okay, but he doesn't know what it could be, so he decided to pour him some water so he could drink.

"Here, drink this," Clint watches how the greenie sits up slowly, gripping the bed a little tighter than needed, so maybe he got dizzy. He takes the cup and slowly starts drinking it.

He was feeling a little bit better now after drinking the water, but he didn't like the way he was being stared at, it made him feel like a child that had done something that made him get sick and now had to be taken care of.

"Okay! I'm fine, I just... Saw something that made me sick and I threw up," he said quickly, lowering the cup before being able to take another sip, "I'm alright, I can get back to work-"

"Not a chance, greenie, you stay here and rest," he looked at Gally, who wore an expression saying 'do not fight me on this', and slouched on the bed, defeated.

"I couldn't have said that better myself," Clint added as he opened some bottom drawers from the cabinets with medication, and placed a few books on the foot of the bed, "If you get bored you can read these."

He groaned, and nodded, reaching for them and placing them next to his hip, "Get better soon, greenie," Gally added from the doorway, looking at him before leaving.

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The books would've worked to distract him once upon a time, but someone had thought that they were funny and drew all over the pages, they even tore a few off of every book. Not a single one survived the massacre.

He thought he was gonna be bored out of his mind for the rest of the day, but then Newt walked in, mumbling the word 'tweezers' to himself over and over again.

He remembers seeing them somewhere in the bathroom, so he points there when he and Newt make eye contact.

He mumbles a 'thank you' and heads to the bathroom, finding the tweezers he was looking for. Greenie kept hearing him mumble curses followed by pain noises, so he gets up and headed toward the skinny blond, resting against the doorframe.

"You good?" He asks and Newt groans in pain, shaking his hand. He seems to be trying to take something stuck to his skin, "Come here," he mutters while grabbing his wrist, making him sit on the bed and grabbing the tweezers.

"I can do this by myself-" a hiss interrupts him as the most painful thorn is pulled out of his skin, "Bloody hell..." He mumbles and decides to remain silent as the greenie takes all the little thorns and splinters off his hand.

"How did this happen?" He mumbles as he counts the fifth thorn and seventh splinter he's taking out and Newt only scoffs.

"I was being a shucking twat," Newt was frowning but a small smile showed up when he heard the greenie snort at this choice of words.

"I love your accent, Newt," the blond was caught off guard by his comment, feeling his face a little warm. No one has ever complimented his accent, they just sort of pointed it out, but nothing else, he never paid it any mind, "I was being a shucking twat, so funny," he chuckles as he hears him trying to imitate him, and he realizes he hadn't been thinking about the pain in his hand.

The stayed silent for a moment as he removed the last thorn in Newt's palm, sighing as he stood up.

He hummed as he looked around the cabinets, until he found what he was looking for. Oxygen peroxide and bandages, some of his wounds were bleeding and still open, and it would be easy for them to get infected, so he wanted to try and prevent that.

He cleaned his hand, mumbling apologies whenever Newt would hiss from pain or mutter an 'ow', and slowly started to bandage it, when he remembered something.

"Oh, Newt," the blond hummed as a response, so he continued, "Do you know where I can find a paper and a pen?" He asked, looking up after securing the bandage with some surgical tape.

Newt thought about it for a moment, "Clint and Jeff usually have a journal with 'em where they write stuff, so maybe there's some here?" He signaled toward the cabinets and drawers around them, "If not then the Builders have some, usually for sketching new structures and such," the greenie hummed and patted his back.

"Thanks, Newt, you're all done," standing up from the bed, he started carefully looking around, replying to Newt's 'bye' with a 'see ya'.

Well, he certainly didn't find anything around. And now he had to walk out and ask Gally- or any other Builder, it didn't have to be-

"Jesus," he jumped when he came face to face with another Glader, realizing it was... Alec. A Builder!

"Oh- shucking..." He mumbled with tight fists and clenched jaw, "You scared me, greenie," he chuckled and walked into the med room.

He chuckled, but soon silence fell upon them, "Uh, Alec?" He groaned as he looked around the cabinets, looking for the painkiller pill bottle, "Do you know where I can find a paper and a pen?"

Alec looked at him as he plopped one pill in his mouth, drank some water he got with him, and shrugged, "The Runners have them, you can ask Minho, greenie," and like that, he left.

He huffed, wondering where Minho could be. Probably in the Maze, so he would have to sit around and wait until he comes back.

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Which he did.

He ended up falling asleep for a few hours, only to wake up just in time to see Minho coming back to the Glade from the Maze.

Damn did he run out of there to catch up to him before he disappeared in the Map Room.

"Minho!" He called out to him, catching his attention, stopping by the open door and signaling Dan to go ahead.

"Hi, greenie, need anything?" He smiled and lifted his hand to push his hair back, revealing more of his face, the color finally returning to his skin.

"Do you have some paper and a pen?" Minho blinked at the random question and scratched the back of his head.

"Uh, yeah, I think so, wait," he walked into the room and proceeded to rummage around the place, most likely making a mess that he'll have to fix but he didn't mind, although he found some paper and a pen, "Here."

He grabbed them with a happy smile, "Thank you~!" He cheerfully said before running back.

"You're welcome..."

Minho smiles to himself and shakes his head, going back into the room.

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During dinner time, greenie finds himself sitting with Newt, Zart, Clint, Jeff, Fry, and Minho, chatting with them and getting to know them just a little bit better, enjoying a nice and chill night in the Glade, where no one seemed to comment on him like they had been doing since he arrived.

But now, he had walked into his provisional room, sitting on the bed and using the hardcover of one of the books to place the paper on.

He began remembering all the words he had heard around, some sticking out more than others, and he wrote them down.

"Shank... Slinthead... Shuck... Klunk..." He mumbled to himself, as a way to try and figure out their spelling.

And his mumbling caught someone's attention, just like it had done the night before. The med room door was slightly opened, and he saw the greenie sticking out his tongue out the corner of his mouth in concentration, writing down.

He shook his head with a small smile and knocked on the door, getting his attention, "Need help with that, greenie?"

His (e/c) eyes look at him, and he soon showed him an apologetic smile.

"I don't understand how you guys talk, could you help me with that?" Gally nodded and walked in, sitting on the spot the greenie made on the bed when he shimmied away, "Okay, what does shank mean and when do you say it?"

Gally's green eyes watched how he got his grip around the pen, ready to scribble his answer away.

"Well, shank usually means 'friend' or 'fellow'," words show up on the paper, (messy/neat) handwriting greeting his sight, "Or it could just simply mean 'person', y'know? And it can be used like... Whenever, I think."

Nodding and humming, he writes down everything that Gally says, underlying what he thinks is the most important part, and they continued explaining and learning the Glader slang for a while, changing topics when they're done, and eventually, falling asleep together.

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#gally x reader #gally x y/n #gally x male reader #gally maze runner #tmr gally #the maze runner x reader #the maze runner x male reader #trans reader #ftm reader #trans #will poulter x reader #will poulter

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thelemoncoffee · 2 years ago

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i've been playing SAR alot lately (cause i really want a specific cosmetic i have to complete a season pass to get) and i've been having brain worms for Saiouma playing it together.

please, allow me to brainrot for a post.

for ye who are unaware SAR (Super Animal Royale) is a top down battle royale with genetically engineered chibi furries in it called Super Animals. i don't normally like battle royales but this one is pretty nice with a good community, lore, and very rarely makes items unobtainable. its a good one for people who are looking for a chill battle royale, 10/10 would recommend

anywho saiouma playing SAR. i have so many brainworms- mostly to do with how they'd play the game, cosmetics they'd choose, and what game modes they'd prefer.

i can see Kokichi having been the one to have found the game, or was introduced to it by someone else, and then dragged Shuichi into it cause he wanted someone to share it with. he'd definatly into the classic royale modes (solo, duos, squads), and use to really love Mystery Mode before it was removed from the mode list (there's always mummers of it coming back, but it hasn't. he misses it so)

Shuichi on the other hand prefers the extra modes (SAW vs Rebellion, Bawking Dead) over the actual Royale, mostly cause the larger teams makes it less likely for him to die instantaneously, and in both cases death doesn't mean you are out of the game. in SVR your teams respawn but have a limited respawn count pool that's connected to how many points your team has left and the first team to 0 points loses, and in BD when you die you become a chicken zombie and get to be part of the respawning hoard attacking the remaining survivors. he doesn't like the stress being against 90% of the lobby right off the bat creates, so these two modes are all he ever plays unless Kokichi begs him to join him for a round of Duos.

weapons wise it's a bit trickier cause i'm not too familiar with all the weapons stats- hell i don't know the stats for the weapons i prefer- but fear not! i can uses the wiki to scrounge up stats and strategy information.

for these i'm formatting this a bit different cause there's two gun slots, a melee, a throwable weapon, and one power-up, so i'm going to do this but listing off the choices and explanations bullet point style. i won't list the melee options cause they are purely cosmetic, they all have the exact same stats and all choices are really just skins so it's pointless to list those off

Kokichi- Main gun: Hunting Rifle. Kokichi loves to makes this game hard on himself, so why not give him a really difficult gun to use, hell even the wiki is saying this gun is for experienced users. this thing needs to be reloaded ever shot, the reload takes longer than most guns, and it slows player movement the most out of any gun in the game (it's tied with the BCG in player speed but still). HOWEVER! despite this absolute bullshit, it's great gun in his hands cause if you know how to shoot it right you can break any level of armor in one shot and do critical damage to someone who's unarmored. Secondary gun: Thomas Gun. to combat his stubborn ass difficult main gun habits, this is his favorite late game gun. it's not too easy to find so when he can't find it he settles for anything he can get his hands on- but it's his favorite automatic cause it's great at destroying armor, doesn't slow his movements, and is designed for his preferred close range combat style. it's really good for when he get into the final 10 range and needs a quicker gun to wipe out his opponents in their now insanely smaller arena that is still rapidly closing in on them, threatening to suffocate them to death if they can't kill one another fast enough Powerup: Skunk Gas Snorkel. so the arena gets smaller via a ring of green gas called Super Skunk Gas that slowly suffocates you- there are also skunk bombs that people can throw to make smaller temporary clouds of it. this items allows you to take less damage while in the gas, and Kokichi, who loves to play games the hard way, would purposefully like to play chicken with the skunk gas and uses this to keep himself just a little safer Throwable: Banana. it's literally just a banana, you can use them to slip anyone both enemy and teammate and stun them for a few seconds. he uses these exclusively on his teammates to annoy the shit out of them.

Shuichi- Main gun: AK. imma be real i'm giving him my main guns cause i genuinely feel like my play style suits him. the AK is an automatic he picked up cause it's an automatic and that means he doesn't have to spam click, but kept it cause it works well with his tunnel vision game play style. it is one of the guns that slows you down the most when holding, and isn't the best for close combat, but put him in a small corridor with people running at him and he can plow them down with it while standing still (aha, i do that) Secondary gun: SMG. this is a lighter automatic gun that's bullet spread is pretty wide, so he uses it mostly when on the move and in wide open spaces as he moves from one cubbyhole of the map to the next. they also shoot a bit faster than the AK but that means nothing to him when half the bullets miss the target by the nature of the gun's balancing. Powerup: Ninja booties. these reduce the amount of noice your character makes while moving and increases your speed just a hair, they also hide your footprints that zombies in BD can normally see and follow. they don't actually help him out too much given he doesn't know how to stealth play to save his life, but they give him a sense of comfort to some degree and that's what matters Throwable: zipline. Shuichi- like most SAR players- cannot resist the sweet lure of a zipline to be mindlessly played on for way too long in the middle of a match, so why not be the one to deploy them and trigger the collective braincell? besides, he forgets he has the other throwables when they're needed in combat

okay, now i got that done, i know i made a post once where i assigned the V3 cast super animal skins, but that was based on which i think they'd be as characters, not as actual preferred skins. so now i present to you what i think Saiouma's main three skin choices would be

Kokichi- -his is pretty difficult for me to pick with cause there's a good few i think he'd really love. but my faves for him are the Alebrije variants of various animals due to how neon they are. there's six of them but the one i think he'd like the most is the tiger variant -for something less eyestrain tho, i also thin he'd like the pig on the principle of i hc that's his fave animal. i picked the Lunar Pig cause it's red and i also hc that's his fave color. he literally would use this just because it's two fave things in one -he'd also really like the dragons because dragons are fucking sick as hell, any skin would do but i think he'd get the Ice Wyvern first just because it's the hardest to get

Shuichi- -similar to why i picked the lunar pig, Shuichi's main is the Yellow Bearded Dragon because i hc he likes yellow and reptiles. his favorite Reptile is snakes, but there's no snakes in SAR so he went with the cutest reptile option they had instead - i cannot be convinced Shuichi didn't see the Tibetan Fox, wheeze laugh at it's stupid face for far too long, then decide to get him simply for his own amusement -the Goth Possum is his second favorite skin in the whole game honestly, he likes how it looks like it has eyebags, and it's gothic

okay i'm done now- i'd add weapon skins too but this post it too long as is, feel free to send me asks if you wanna know about those tho

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #danganronpa v3 #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #saiouma #headcanons #super animal royale #sar #this post is late cause i literally just finished typing it-#i took two hours to write this

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teddy-the-queer-wizard · 2 years ago

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for reference, they are collecting complaints about our management.

I do not know if this will help, and if anything is said, it will be obvious it was I who said it, and I am scared.

So this is mostly just to say that if the route that includes all of the 600s/800s /1200s/1300s needs to be broken up differently.

I was assigned this route and really struggling to do it to the expected level, details included, consistently. I do not like to complain, and asking for help seems like admitting failure because I was assigned the route, so I should be able to get it done in its entirety by myself baring unexpected exceptions. I was mistakenly under the impression that I was just having trouble adjusting to the new route and that I would settle into a routine as I had in the past with other difficult routes. But as time passed and things did not get easier, my stress levels grew. It reached a breaking point when another worker pointed out that I had more buildings than anyone and that however small they may be, 35 buildings is too much.

It clicked for me then that it is, even if I combined the buildings down based on how you do them (some have to be done consecutively) into 32 buildings there was no reasonable way for me to get it all done.

With that outside input putting things into perspective for me, I went to Mr S February 20, 2023. Ms. A we're not supposed to bother directly anymore, and I did not know Ms. M. When I explained that I could not actually get everything expected of me done the way it was supposed to be done, Mr S said, "What do you want us to do about it?" Like I was being unreasonable. I should have pressed the issue, but I did not. I wrapped up and left.

What followed was remedial training on details by Ms. M, who even admitted that I didn't have time for details. The problem was not that I did not know how to do my job, but that I did not have time to do it correctly. The team leads were told to watch me, and I received many tickets to say my cleaning was not up to standard.

Previously, I had asked to be transferred to Secondary Location and was told that it couldn't be done. But once I started getting into trouble a lot for poor performance - when I had told Mr S that as things stood, things could not be done - they finally moved me.

The thing is, no one else wanted to do my route. When people covered it when I was out, they sent multiple people or the sigular people who covered complained and did not do any better than I was able to. I tried to keep a positive attitude, and I tried to do my best, but I was routinely told it wasn't possible and asked how I was doing so much. My understanding was that there were some other routes that were just as impossible to complete, but they did not come forward like I did. I was told they just did what they could and left the rest for tomorrow, which isn't acceptable, but honestly, what else could they do if the problem just couldn't or wouldn't be fixed by management?

I was moved in April, and it is now November. Routes could have changed. They could have hired more people. I don't know, but I would check to see how well the routes are balanced.

I do know however, that there are still problems at Primary Location even if no one, like me, follows up with their complaints and problems when something could be done about it or even knows that is an option. Or is afraid of things getting harder or worse for them in innocuous ways until they mess up under the pressure or quit from stress. I can't say why or who specifically should speak up, but I can say that my dad works on Primary Location and occasionally a custodian will check that I'm doing okay at Secondary Location and say that I shouldn't come back because things are bad at Primary Location.

I do not really want to send this, I do not think it is very helpful, and if it gets back to Ms A or Mr S, I believe that they will be upset. I have seen Ms. A upset once on a previous contract. She told us to change our routes on over night cleaning but as it was a very heavy cleaning day and we were all unfamiliar with one another's routes one of the ladies told us to wait all to wait a day before doing the change over. Ms. A found out and wrote us all up, but she was white faced with furry and said if we could not follow her instructions, she would replace us with someone who could. I understand that we were in the wrong, but it was rather terrifying, and I do not want to cross her or Mr S. There are ways to make work unpleasant even if outright firing isn't an option.

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earthykinous · 2 days ago

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OUT OF CONTEXT BUT

I NEED TO

I NEED TO TALK ABOUT EVENTIDE SOLSTICE

Is another project I was working on, it involves my ocs, obviously, both #Dilly Dally Dreamlanders and #Eventide Solstice are canon in my expanded worldbuilding, Eventide Solstice is a completely new story after the events of Forgotten Land, and unlike Dilly Dally Dreamlanders that is meant to be a series of "episodic" lighthearted comics and art, Eventide Solstice has a more structured and "linear" set, because, is a new story, and I'm kinda protective of it.

Eventide Solstice features some ocs that are far more complex and have a weight in the story compared to the already introduced guys in Dilly Dally Dreamlanders.

Navimirko being a really, really important oc for this story, I have mostly definied his story by a 85%, I know how I want him to start, to interact with the cast, to develop and to conclude.

He has a lot of scrapped material, this, this, this, this and this one can count as such since it is based on his early concept.

This one also counts, althought Navimirko is not present, but that piece is settled in Eventide Solstice's early concept, that's why Egaishi has her old design, can't say so much about her, but depending on how it comes out she either will have a major role in Dilly Dally Dreamlanders or something enterely different.

I have some very important ocs as well, but uh, can't talk about them for now. Anyways! Althought I can't share too much of the story itself because it would ruin everything I can share some vague details.

As you may guess, yeah, Bandee is a main focus on this, along with Navimirko, Elfilin, [REDACTED], [FATAL ERROR] and if things keep going as planned and doesn't go out of track (like Elfilin's role), Zan Partizanne may have some major moments, probably even Gooey, but for now I can't be sure about it, Gooey's situation heavily depends on what the rest do. Bandee will be... Uh... going through things, he will be seeing things, things will be getting out of hand, too many spears, sparks that shine too bright, ticking clocks, [CODE: GRAVITATIONAL COLLAPSE], stars and hearts.

What about the rest? They are involved too, cannot say how, dang, I'll just say that the Main Four's relationship might be compromised.

My other ocs? Guys like Farmer Dee, Nurse Dee and All rounder Wheelie are present, they are not the main focus, they are mostly secondary characters on this, they still do things and at certain points they may have a weight in how things happens, both for better and worse.

I meant to post Eventide Solstice content in small comics by around May but then Star Crossed World got announced, the chances of it to come with lore drops seem to be rather high, and since Eventide Solstice plays with Lore stuff I decided to delay it, I'm 80% sure that I'll start posting actual content during the Kirbtober of this year.

Occassion I also decided to take as an excuse to drop a bunch of Dilly Dally Dreamlanders content.

Since I feel like it I'll drop a pair of songs that I think they relate heavily with Eventide Solstice, these are mostly from Bandee's perspective, I have more that relate to the lore itself or others characters involved, but that will be for another time.

Solstice by Starset

I remember blue skies / I remember how you were / Sitting under star-shine, ever-bright / Not ready but you were / Pulled me in 'til I came alive / To the sun, there was nothing higher / In the solstice of your ever-light / I saw to my future

I feel like this could be easily the main song, this also works as a Bandee's POV towards [FATAL ERROR]

And look! It has "solstice"! Is very fitting as foreshadowing because... Uh... Stuff! Main theme core! It also happens to be one of my favorite songs!

Falling by Rival feat. CRVN

You said I’d fly away / But my walls have kept me down / Now I'm lost and I'm afraid / And I'm close to hit the ground / You said I’d fly away / You said I’d fly anywhere / But I keep on falling

Another possible Bandee's POV, I actually have in mind ONE moment where it plays. Or perhaps another one in case I have to change something, is almost for sure it plays during a very specific dream secuence!

Yeah, dreams, or bad dreams? Bad dreams too vivid to cause a real panic afterwards? Yeah, maybe, but he'll be fine, who knows, maybe he won't be alone on this...

Well, that's all I can share about this, I'm prepared to make some changes if Star Crossed World pulls out something that may get my stuff messy.

> 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... GO!

Chinter's Will by Klaypex

I see the bright blue sky / Through the clear ocean water / The darkness is disguised / Behind the perfect weather

#earthkinous'#earthkinous' ocs #kirby ocs #kirby series #eventide solstice #bandana waddle dee #navimirko #yapping into the void #process stuff

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psychicspacesquid · 4 months ago

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Dyspraxia and viewing myself as disabled

Lately, I've been trying to come to terms with seeing my dyspraxia as a disability. Basically, I struggle pretty severely with motor control, specifically gross motor tasks. I've never been officially diagnosed with as many words, but my autism diagnosis includes a note about severe clumsiness, and as a kid I received physical therapy to help me learn basic skills like climbing stairs and throwing and catching. My fine motor skills are not the best, but more than OK in comparison. The best way I can describe the experience is that while other people move through the world seamlessly and with ease, I am piloting a meat suit. Other people learn movements quickly and intuitively, but I have to make an active, sustained effort over a long period of time to be half as good as others are on their first attempt. With effort and training, I have learned to pilot my meat suit well. I can climb stairs, I can cycle, I can carry things, I can even swim. Now I'll occasionally drop things and I'm not the most proficient swimmer, but I can do those things. I can live my day-to-day life normally without thinking about my dyspraxia .

However, I've recently come to realize that's only because I've made a a subconscious effort to cut out everything that requires the skills I do not have. I avoid running for a tram. About a year ago, I was rejected from a musical theater troupe consisting of mostly over 50s because while I could sing well, I was unable to pick up even the most basic choreography. And most importantly, I don't do any exercise other than walking. The problem with finding a form of exercise that fits me is that on one hand, I absolutely need instruction to learn any type of movement. Things like working out on the machines at the gym by myself is not accessible to me. People at the gym have told me with the best of intentions that to use an exercise machine you make a single, simple movement that is impossible to do wrong, but that is simply not true for me. I lack the required skills for unguided exercise, because the movements required are not intuitive to me. On the other hand, exercise classes move far too quickly for me, even at a beginner level. That leaves personal training, which is a) expensive and b) requires me to find a trainer who is able to deal with my specific needs. I've talked about it to my doctor and even the GP's physical therapist, and their conclusion was that there was nothing they could think of that would meet my needs. On one hand, I'm too disabled to find a form of exercise that fits me on my own accord. On the other, I'm not disabled enough to receive any type of care to help me in that regard.

I'd also lie if I'd say I don't have some form of psychological trauma around exercising around other people. There are PE classes that are permanently seared into my memory: having to do gymnastics exercises for a grade in front of the entire class sitting there and failing miserably, or having to do a somersault and having three students and the teachers individually operate each of my limbs so that it looked like something that could be graded, because I couldn't do a somersault on my own. Not at one point during my six years of secondary education did a PE teacher say "hey, this child is clearly disabled, let's not humiliate them in front of their peers."

In light of all this, I don't know whether and how to view myself as disabled. On one hand, my dyspraxia does prevent me from living my daily life. On the other, that's only because I've specifically organized my life around avoiding my limitations. Exercise would probably be good for me, but it's out of reach, so I've had to settle for not doing it. I would selfishly like to be able to dance, but I have to tell myself lots of people can't dance, so it's fine to not be able to. Yes, my body is a stranger to me, but it's a stranger I've figured out how to cohabitate with.

#disability #apraxia #dyspraxia

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fox-daddy · 8 months ago

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I have six Mc's broken down into the main trio and the secondary trio. I'm going to full out a form I found for my main trio of Mc's. (I would do all six but the form is long and also sorry it's so long.)

IT KEEPS TURNING RANDOM LETTERS BLACK SO PLESE PRETEND EACH CHARACTER'S PART IS ONE COLOR BECAUSE FUCK TUMBLR

First Name: Kyle Last Name: Boivin Gender: Trans-male Age: around 2 years younger than Asra Sexual Orientation: Pan Birthday: 2nd of February Main love interest; Asra Secondary love interest; Nadia Who they can be shipped with; Muriel, Portia, and Lucio Who they can't be shipped with; Julian

Appearance Eye Color(s): segmental heterochromia in both eyes. Making them look mostly blue with patches of bright green. Hair Color: bright red the same shade as Nazali Hair Style(s): similar to Asra but slightly less curly and more spikey Skin tone: closest to Muriel being only slightly lighter than his skin tone. However if you look closely you can see he has freckles of darker and lighter skin. With the darker freckles easier to see than the lighter ones you have to look closely to see. Body type: A mix between Portia and Muriel being slightly more on the chubby side but less so than Portia. (Which obligatory theirs nothing wrong with Portia's size she is great but this is for Kyle) Height:4'4

About him Personality: Kyle is genuinely a sweet person. However due to his height and his clothing choice he likes to act adorable and innocent. When in reality he is aware of what's going on way more than he lets on. Using his cute appearance and attitude to trick people into revealing more than they realize. Since he knows to be sweet and cute he also has to be able to defend himself from those who would love nothing more than to use him for their own gain. Hobbies: Reading, bird watching, animal watching, writing, magic and in general just learning new things Allergies: none Fear(s): pure darkness (like more so than normal nighttime darkness), being completely utterly alone (more than just being left alone in a house or shop), fire (which also fascinates him) and heights

Family and Friends Parent(s): Light (mum) (alive) and TBN(adoptive dad) (dead) Sibling(s): Silver (twin) (alive), Tui (adoptive older sister) (alive) and Albatross (adoptive older brother) (alive) Relative(s): Jade (aunt) (dead) Best Friend(s): Hunter Friend(s): Bluebell, Hunter, and Fauna familiar(s): Kea named Kai and a dragon named Emerald. (Emerald can't breath anything being a species of dragon from Kyle's homeland)

Extra Scent: forest after rain, moist wood and rain Outfit(s): silver shirt/pants with yellow trim illusioned to look like gold Accessories: He usually carries a shoulder bag with a lot of items in it for daily use Scars: pair of scars on his shoulders that look like their from a giant bird because they are

Favorites Theme Song/Quote: Try again tomorrow Favorite Food(s): Pancakes and Blueberries Favorite Drink(s): Apple cider and applejuice Favorite Color(s): Purple/Green Favorite Animal(s): Dragons (crows) Favorite Number: 8 Favorite Season(s): Spring

First Name: Hunter Gender: They/them Age: between Julian and Portia Sexual Orientation: Bi Birthday: 20th August Main love interest; Muriel Secondary love interest; Julian Who they can be shipped with; Muriel, Portia, and Lucio Who they can't be shipped with; Nadia

Appearance Eye Color(s): blood red Hair Color: Black (dyed, naturally white) Hair Style(s): Long and straight Skin tone: a pale as you could possible be Body type: closest to Muriel Height: 5'4 Extra; They are an albino and yes I know red eyes isn't that accurate to humans and technically they should be blue but it looks cool so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also I do have another albino Mc called Sora who makes up for this by having pale blue eyes

About them Personality: They have a lot of pent up anger since from an extremely young age they were taught how to fight and kill. Using those skills until they settled down in Vesuvia either as the Mc where they started to learn how to deal with that anger or where they used it to deal with problem customers in bars. Hobbies:(when the Mc carving, reading, making tea, magic) (When not the Mc fighting, drinking, defending the weak and those who refuse to defend themselves and putting people in their place.) Allergies: very mildly to sunlight (which doesn't help their already ungodly pale skin) Fear(s): blood

Family and Friends Parent(s): Never meet them (was sold when they were too young to remember) Best Friend(s): Kyle and Bluebell familiars(s): a goldfish named Goldy and a red-tailed black cockatoo named Ruby

Extra Scent: The best way to describe it is burning wood. A sort of smokey wood smell. Outfit(s): black clothes that cover as much skin as possible. Long shirt/pants/jacket. Think Julian if instead of leather gloves it was long sleeves and instead of leather boots it was long pants with sneakers. Accessories: A single necklace that looks like it's made of glass with their goldfish familiar inside it. (it is actually made of metal and just enchanted to look/feel like glass) Scars: Yes (I like to joke that every time you look at them the scars have changed but the important part is they are COVERED in scars head to toe no part of their body doesn't have scars)

Favorites Theme Song/Quote: All hail Shadow Favorite Food(s): dragonfruit Favorite Drink(s): (when Mc tea any tea) (when not the Mc vodka) Favorite Color(s): black Favorite Animal(s): Wolf Favorite Number: 69 (nice) Favorite Season(s): Winter

First Name: Bluebell Last Name: Snowfield Nickname: Blue, B Gender: They/them Age: a few years younger than Lucio (details unknown) Sexual Orientation: Bi Birthday: 1st of September Main love interest; Lucio Secondary love interest; Muriel Who they can be shipped with; Nadia, Julian, Portia, and Asra Who they can't be shipped with; nobody (They can be shipped with all the M6)

Appearance Eye Color(s): Bright blue Hair Color: Bright blue Hair Style(s): Long and messy (it's always messy) Skin tone: Basically the same as Portia Body type: Has almost the exact same build as Julian being all legs Height: 6'4 Extra; They have a pair of blue wings, tail with blue feathers at the end and if you took a normal human ear and an elf ear and made the difference up with blue feathers

About them; Personality: Bluebell is absolutely shy hating any attention put on them. Under that they are a sweet and caring person who basically acts like the mother of the group. Like(s): Animals, nature, healing Allergies: Mildly allergic to bee stings and alcohol (can still drink and get drunk they just get a bit red when they drink.) Fear(s): insects and spiders

Family and Friends Parent(s): refuses to say if they have parents (they do) Sibling(s): Has no idea if they have siblings Best Friend(s): Hunter, Kyle and Fauna Familiars(s): a house sparrow called Chirps

Extra Scent: They smell like anxiety Outfit(s): Blue (dresses, long shirts/pants all blue) Scars: Due to their incredibly strong healing magic they don't have scars

Favorites Theme Song/Quote: Tobu - If I Disappear (stg this song is more them than the other's theme songs omfg this is Bluebell) Favorite Food(s): bread Favorite Drink(s): water Favorite Color(s): Blue (shocker I know) Favorite Animal(s): Can't pick one Favorite Number: 3 Favorite Season(s): autumn

Show me your mcs

I haven't been in the fandom for a while but I'm curious if it's still active around her or not (? So, if you have them, please show me your mc /ocs and tell me a little bit about them 🙏🏼🥹

This is mine, here name is Serein and that big bear is her familiar, Ursan. Her LI is Asra and she's a healer.

#the arcana oc #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana mc #mc kyle #mc hunter #mc bluebell

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dravidious · 10 months ago

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You're more amazing than balancing a checkbook

This morning I was like "hmm I want to make Character Classes" and ended up settling on Monster Hunter x Etrian Odyssey so I'm gonna use this ask as an opportunity to doodle some thoughts

So naturally it starts with the weapon types as classes. To keep things limited, I'm either going with the first game's weapon roster (6 types) or the second game's (11 types), but even then there's a third way to do it: Combining similar weapons into one class, resulting in 7 different classes.

However, weapons may not be enough, as they don't provide much besides damage. So I had the idea for secondary classes that use other aspects of Monster Hunter, such as items and armor skills. Each character will have a weapon class and a secondary class.

Since there's going to be 2 sets of classes, cutting down on the number of classes is good. However, I'm a gunlance main and it would be self-harm to not include gunlance, so I'm going with the 7 weapon class idea. The weapon classes will be:

Greatsword

Longsword

Shortsword (Sword & Shield + Dual Blades)

Hammer (Hammer + Hunting Horn)

Lance (Lance + Gunlance)

Bowgun (Light Bowgun + Heavy Bowgun)

Bow

The secondary classes will be:

Alchemist (Potions)

Debilitator (Binds/Ailments)

Elementalist

Trapper (Traps + Bombs)

Meowster (Palicos)

Ranger (Field Utility)

Adept (Evasion)

To be more in-line with monster hunter, the party size would likely be reduced to 4. That messes with the balancing of line-target abilities, but there's probably ways to fix that so it's not a big deal.

Binds are a cool way to represent targeting specific monster parts, and head-bind/leg-bind in particular is a cool way to represent blunt weapons stunning on head hits and sharp weapons cutting tails.

Weapon elements/ailments would be more common than in regular Etrian Odyssey games, but they'd mostly only apply to basic attacks. The Elementalist and Debilitator classes would have passives that add your weapon's element or ailment to your weapon skills. Don't worry about hitting a fire-immune monster with a fire weapon, you'll still deal the normal physical damage because Etrian Odyssey's elements are cool like that.

Greatsword: Slow bulky damage class with charge moves. Not much to explain, just a few different charge moves and different ways to use your charge. Actually a few example skills:

Element Charge: Charge up power and infuse your weapon's element/ailment into your attack.

Shoulder Bash: Melee bash attack that may stun. Maintains your charge. Can't be used repeatedly.

Longsword: A lighter damage class that's more about AoE with sweeping slashes, with spirit blade skills that are only usable if you used a weapon skill last turn. Something like:

Spirit Blade: Melee cut attack. Usable only if you used a longsword skill last turn.

Spirit Roundhouse: Melee cut attack to all enemies that raises your attack for 3 turns. Usable only if you used a spirit blade skill last turn.

Shortsword: A fast class. Both S&S and Dual Blades get some cutting attacks and leg bind. The class has shield skills that include bashing and head bind, and dual-wield skills that hit multiple times, making it kinda two separate classes in one.

Hammer: A class more focused on ailments or support. The hammer skills are usable by both weapons, featuring charge moves, head bind, and stun. The performance skills are exclusive to the hunting horn. However, hunting horns will have slightly lower attack than hammers, encouraging them to focus on their exclusive skills and discouraging them from investing in the damage-focused charge skills.

Skull Charge: Increases damage and ailment/bind infliction rate next turn.

Side Smash: Fast melee bash attack. May stun if target's head is bound.

Red Swing (Horn): Melee bash attack that stocks a note. When played, raises the target's attack.

Solo Performance (Horn): Play all stocked notes on yourself, then make a melee back attack against a target.

Lance: Tank class. Similar to hammer, all normal skills are available to both weapons, but equipping a gunlance greatly reduces speed. Standard tank stuff: Party-wide defense boosts, taunting, counterattacks, probably a line-piercing thrust. Gunlance weapons would have normal, long, and wide types that apply special effects to shelling skills: Wide makes them deal splash damage, long makes them pierce to the backline, and normal reduces TP cost.

Power Guard (Shield): Greatly reduce damage taken by the party this turn. Only usable if a shield skill was used last turn. Can't be used repeatedly.

Burst Fire (Gunlance/Shelling): Powerful melee typeless attack that unloads all ammo, making shelling skills unavailable next turn.

Bowgun: idk this one is weird I'll continue writing this later

#ka asks

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