#kg ghost au

[hexedrosel-arts]

The dead kiddos just being babey

They're such a silly friendship to think about(she wants to make him worse)

Cindy is Pretty by Coco and Clair Clair, that is her song.

[eelektrossfan]

i really like ur girl ed stuff!!! for funnies i like her name to be eden. like the garden, because she would hate it. If you didn’t like god and had a biblical name… “Just call me ed” works well in this situation!!!

Thank you so much!!! that's really fun actually "thank god im an atheist" kind of line however im to attached to my place holder names which wasn't really my intention lmaooo

[pfhwrittes]

retail hell au again because why not. so imagine with me that 141 fellas find you after a miserable customer has made you cry.

warnings: reader!character is experiencing the aftermath of a panic attack/distressing emotions when she’s approached by the boys, nothing explicitly stated but she’s feeling a bit vulnerable.

fem!reader and the use of gendered pet names (hen, love) and use of the word cunt as an insult to describe a customer.

also apologies, i’m english and my grasp on scottish slang/scots has mostly been informed by the wonderful show Still Game which is distinctly glaswegian in flavour and various scottish twitter posts.

so you’re hiding out in the smoking area (lmao smoking area, okay let’s be honest it’s where a bucket filled with sand has been dumped near an ex-display bench about idk 20 feet from the customer entrance) because you just need 5 fucking minutes to compose yourself…

gaz is actually coming back from his lunch break and spots you hunched up on the bench in a way that looks truly uncomfortable. he carefully sits next to you and offers a soft smile when you look over at him. “bad customer?” he’s gentle when he asks and doesn’t make a fuss when you make a truly gross sniffling noise and wipe at your eyes. “want a hug?” you shake your head no and hunch in tighter on yourself. “want a milkshake?” you shrug and he passes over a strawberry milkshake. surprisingly he doesn’t say anything and let’s you drink in peace. you like gaz, he’s always friendly and warm when you interact briefly on the shop floor. he always seems to know what to say or do to get the best out of you and everyone else around him. eventually you check your phone and see it’s been 10 minutes since you left the customer service desk with tears in your eyes and lump burning your throat. embarrassment and residual anxiety washes through you when you recall how you’d all but fled to the safety of the smoker’s bench despite not smoking yourself. gaz catches your shudder when you check the time and knocks his shoulder into yours gently. “don’t worry, i’ll let price know you need a few more minutes, alright?” gaz gets up and heads inside the building, you know he’ll speak to price so you unfurl a little bit and chew on the straw of your milkshake.

soap and simon find you next. soap’s chattering away about the most recent delivery as they both approach your bench. simon stops dead a respectable three feet away but soap throws himself onto the bench bumping his knee into yours “what’s the matter wi’ you then, hen? you’ve a face like a smacked arse”. you shift away from soap, usually you don’t mind his directness but it’s just rubbing you the wrong way right now. you’re still feeling raw and a bit sick from finishing gaz’s milkshake and lingering anxiety. “fucks sake johnny, leave ‘er alone.” simon grumbles and fishes a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket. “how? am just askin’ what’s the matter!” soap’s hands swat the air near your face and you shuffle further along the bench to avoid being hit in the nose in his agitation. “johnny.” simon snaps and soap huffs and folds his arms across his chest. it’s quiet amongst the three of you while simon taps out a cigarette and pats down his pockets looking for a lighter. soap shoots a wink at you and starts playing with a lighter that apparently has just appeared from thin air. “give me my lighter back johnny.” “gies a cigarette an’ i’ll trade it.” “no.” “c’mon simon! wan little cigarette.” “fuck off.” “awright then you miserable bastard.” you shake your head at their bickering and hold out your hand. soap pouts but drops it into your open palm. you lob the lighter in a poor underhand throw to simon who plucks it out of the air easily and nods in appreciation. “aw c’mon hen, that’s no’ playin’ fair!” soap whines and knocks his knee into yours “i thought i was your favourite.” “favourite pain in the arse.” is simon’s dry response around the lit cigarette and you crack a wobbly smile. “there she is! didn’t i tell you si?” soap’s grin is blinding “i knew we could cheer her up!” your wobbly smile starts to resemble more of its usual cheer when you catch simon’s eye roll directed at soap. you open your mouth maybe to defend soap or maybe to provoke him, you haven’t quite decided, when a pointed throat clearing catches your trio’s attention. your smile drops off your face and the anxiety that had started to quiet down in the face of johnny’s cheerfulness rises again in your belly because price is aiming a stern look towards the three of you from only six feet away.

price gently sits next to you on the bench when you’re certain simon and johnny are back inside. johnny squawking about the injustice of having his break cut short and simon calling him an idiot in response as they both disappear through the doors. you open your mouth to apologise for skiving off and offer any reason or explanation that will help your case but your teeth click shut when price holds out a palm to forestall your inevitable word vomit. “i don’t want to hear it, love.” price’s tone isn’t unkind, he’s just shooting straight with you, it’s something you quite admire about him really. “that customer was a cunt quite frankly and i’m proud of you for handling her the way you did.” the praise creates a small glow in your chest and burns away the last of your dread. “but, a word of advice, as the duty manager for today?” price offers a small encouraging smile so you nod. “you’re not paid enough to put up with that shit, so don’t.” you grimace and blow out a breath, you want to argue, maybe even defend yourself and explain that it’s fine really that’s just how retail is. price chuckles “no love, listen. you aren’t paid enough, but i am. so next time it happens, send ‘em my way alright?” price offers another smile when you nod in agreement before pushing himself off the bench. “now, c’mon. i’ve got stock that needs counting down the plumbing aisle and you can give me a hand. no more talking to muppets on the customer service desk today.” you follow price back into the store feeling much better than you did twenty five minutes ago.

the rest of your shift passes by easily enough and you make a mental note to buy gaz a milkshake as a thank you when he shoots you a friendly smile as you pass him on your way out the store on your lunch.

[ronzombie]

i have beef with ghost

[chaotic-dumbass0]

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[kg-timeghosts]

Hi! yes im making another ask blog stfu

quick explanation:

This blog is very blood heavy just as a warning

For deaths that have multiple different versions but ultimately the same fate (ex: the many times penny can shoot you) i merge them into one.

ALSOOO THE QUOTE IN THE BLOG TITLE WAS AN IDEA FROM @starryykat

Here's the askbox rules while im here

Basic human decency, don't be racist/lgbtphobic anything like that, nothing sexual because these are children ofc

Please direct your asks to a certain character. If it's not clear who its for it will be deleted. Since there are multiple different kidds in this blog say what death they had or if I've given them a nickname use that (eg. Flower kidd for the diana death)

This blog is Kidd centric, but if you want to you can ask the other kids. Everything else in this au other than the kidd ghosts are normal though

proshippers get the fuck out of here. been seeing my friends in kg discord talking about proshippers in the main kg tags so i want to put this here: If you are a proshipper: Get away from all of my blogs. and the kg community as a whole. You are not welcome here.

if i think of anything else ill add it

[turtlethebean]

It's been a while since I did an OC introduction, so here we go! Introducing Riley Bridges!

Picrews used:

TOON ME! picrew (toon-me-picrew.carrd.co) (Note: I used body B, which is larger than body A)

Taybee Character Maker｜Picrew

character maker pt 2｜Picrew

Spoilers for season 3 (like, the Europe arc lol) and TW for cults and abuse under the cut.

Name: Riley Bridges

Aliases:

RaddestDude (Online username)

Ri (pronounced like "rye") (Tsukada Chieko, Elliot Clayton, Benjamin Scott, Sanjay Korrapat, Michelle Clayton-Scotti)

Walking Bisexual Flag (Benjamin Scott)

Age: 25-27

Birthday: April 30th 2010

Origin: Madrid, Spain

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: They/them

Sexuality: Bisexual

Family:

Unnamed adoptive parents

Height: 5 foot 6

Weight: 80 kg

Job: TrendiVid Creator

Backstory:

Riley was brought up in a cult until they were 5 years old when the cult mysteriously disappeared. They don't remember their life in said cult, only the symbol and an incident involving them being burned on the cheek with a cigarette as punishment for attempting to run away.

Shortly after the cult disappeared, Riley was sent to live with a foster family and developed an interest in ghosts. They heard of a future pope who had been murdered with a familiar symbol stamped onto his chest. This led Riley to travel to Italy for a bit of ghost hunting, which they recorded and later uploaded to TrendiVid.

They currently comfortably live in a campervan, travelling around to hunt down whatever ghosts they can find. Unfortunately, this may lead them to uncover a conspiracy bigger than they could ever imagine.

Character playlist link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3TRZUIVE6DQGLGHCfL4pcc?si=481bdd116a2d4909

Trivia:

Riley was originally developed for a different AU where they had water powers.

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

I got another chunk of the Splinter Cell au out of my brain and onto a page at last! This time: father-son bonding time with Jak, Dax, and Damas

Tess looked tired when she stopped by the barracks looking for Jak. Daxter eyed her and grimaced.

"Oof. Rough shift, babe?"

Tess leaned against the doorway and grumbled. "Takes a lot of energy to be perky and cute all the time."

Daxter stretched out on the cot he'd monopolized. "Oo girl, don't I know it. Say, I dunno if you noticed, but there's plenty of space right here to relax a little."

Tess smirked. "Tempting, but I have to check in with Vin first. And I need to find Jak. Krew's starting to get antsy about how long your "hunting trip" has been. He says if you two don't come back with one heck of a trophy, he'll make you regret it."

From anyone else, that would've been an empty threat. But Krew had ties to the Baron, and was still stinging over Jak ruining his bet on the race. As Krew's "employee", Jak had been given a certain level of protection from the KG, who didn’t like crossing the crime boss when they could help it. Retracting that protection was just the beginning of what Krew could probably do.

Daxter wrinkled his nose. "Ugh! Is it too early to give our two week notice?"

The ottsel sat up.

"Do we even need Krew anymore? We're gettin' strong! Makin' allies! We got all the intel we need from Vin and the Scout Flies. I say we just ghost ol' Hover Huckster and let him pick up the slack!"

Tess didn't look amused. "90% of our intel on KG movements comes from me eavesdropping at work."

Daxter cringed. Leaving Tess to do the lion's share of the work at both the saloon and the factory was not ideal boyfriend behavior, even he knew that.

"Er...I'll let Jak know we gotta go hunting," he said sheepishly. "If, y'know, the New Parents will let us out of their sight for ten minutes."

Which was how he found himself sitting on Jak’s shoulder two hours later, scanning the surrounding mountain country for Ramheads.

"Last time we found one of those, we were poking around the Eastern Temple," Jak yawned, squinting down from the central hub.

"Also a lot of loose boulders that were a real pain in the-"

He glanced to the side and cut himself off.

For some reason, Mar's dad got annoyed when Jak copied Sig’s more...blunt language.

Damas crouched at the ledge beside him and glanced up at Daxter. "Movement?"

"Nada. It's deader than Krew's love life down there," Daxter sighed.

Jak snickered.

The Wastelander king made a sort of harrumph sound and narrowed his eyes.

"Ah yes. Krew. You know, Sig didn't tell me how you ended up working for him."

There was a distinct flavor of disapproval in his voice that left Jak cringing. He'd never liked the feeling of someone being upset at him -- which Samos almost always had been when he was little -- but he'd gotten pretty good at shrugging off other people's disapproval, or at least not capitulating.

As it turned out, parental disapproval felt much worse.

Feeling a little defensive, Jak stood up sharply.

"Wasn’t by choice. Torn sent us to work for him so we could get information out of him."

He folded his arms and looked away.

"Not like anyone else was giving us food," he said sullenly.

Damas clicked his tongue and sighed. With one hand, he pushed himself upright and slung his rifle over his back.

"I see. They put you in a difficult position."

Jak scoffed. "Yeah. It happens a lot."

"Hm." Damas folded his arms across his broad chest and shifted to gaze down at the valley. His shoulder brushed against Jak’s just barely, a tacit show of support.

"What is it you would do if given the choice?" he asked.

Jak raised his gun, exhaled slowly, and took aim at the upturned floating platform that bobbed between the temple and the valley. Before he could overthink things, he fired one blaster round into the unbalanced base, smoothly flipping the platform upright once more. Jak slid his morph gun back into the holster on his back, crouched, and leapt to the circle of Precursor metal. As it floated down, he thought about Damas’s question.

What would he do if he had a choice?

It seemed simple at first: he wanted to get out of Haven. He wanted to go home.

But...where was home now? What was home? Did he really belong anywhere?

Jak supposed he could just explore the world until he found someplace that felt like home -- he'd always loved exploring, almost more than racing -- but what about his friends in Haven?

What about Mar?

Finding Damas and Phobos meant he wouldn't have to be the child’s sole caretaker anymore -- Jak wondered if he was supposed to feel guilty about the weight of the relief that came with the thought. He felt almost that he could breathe easier and just be Mar's brother when he didn't have to worry about who was watching him, and where their next meal would come from.

Jak hopped down onto soft grass and absent-mindedly took a seat while waiting for Damas to make his way down. Idly, he plucked a few blades of grass and crushed them between his fingers to release their sharp fragrance.

"What would you do if given the choice?" he asked Daxter as they watched the platform float back up.

It seemed Daxter had no such troubles of indecision. His answer was so quick it had to have been either rehearsed, or something he was genuinely excited about.

"I'm gonna own my own pub someday!" The ottsel chirped, "Better than anything Krew could ever come up with! I'm gonna have drinks, and music, and dancing- ooh! And I'll make so much money I'll be able to set Osmo and Ximon up with a permanent contract for pest control! They'll get their store back in no time!"

Daxter hopped down from Jak’s back, gesticulating wildly with each new idea.

"And- and- and Tess and me are gonna have an apartment above the bar. And a pool! Right on the roof! So you can come up and swim where nobody will bother us! And I'll always have enough food for us and anyone else who's hungry!"

Jak smiled, but his heart ached for his best friend. Daxter's ambitions were both grand and heartbreakingly simple. A home he could own. A roof over his head. Enough food that he didn’t have to worry about where his next meal was coming from. And in the midst of all that he still planned for his friends: a way to repay the man who had taken him in while Jak was in prison, a way for Jak to relax without showing the world his scars.

"You're a good man, Daxter," Jak murmured, unintentionally interrupting his friend's rambling monologue about menus and upholstery.

Daxter paused, and gave him a simple smile in return. They didn't need words to understand his meaning. You're a better man than I am, each believing it of the other without a shred of doubt. To Daxter, Jak was the unselfish one, dealing with his annoying habits and the entire weight of the world every day and still choosing to save people, no matter how angry at them he was. He wondered if he should have said it more when they were younger. If maybe it would have made Jak believe it now.

The moment ended with the thud of Damas’s worn boots against the grass. He looked a little annoyed, although Daxter couldn't have said for sure whether it was the floating flip-pods that irritated him, or Jak leaping off without him. For all that they were still strangers to each other, the Wastelanders really did not like Jak getting out of range of sight. It was like they were afraid he'd vanish if they looked away.

If he was being honest, Daxter knew how they felt. Every waking moment from the instant he'd found Jak in that awful prison, for weeks, Jak had behaved the same way about him.

Damas glanced down at the blades of grass Jak was idly shredding, and the green staining his fingertips. His annoyance softened into quiet amusement.

"There are easier ways to find raw eco," he joked, leaning on his staff.

"Huh?" Jak looked down at his smudged fingertips and grimaced with chagrin.

"Er...let's uh, let's just get going."

The boy hopped up with an ease Damas envied -- regenerative light eco was all well and good, but it didn't stop his knees from popping when he had to get off the floor!

"You didn't answer my question before," Damas prompted.

"Had to think about it first!" Jak brushed him off and headed for a short drop down toward the valley.

Of course, Damas acknowledged that Jak might not yet feel comfortable sharing that kind of inner thought with a relative stranger -- or a strange relative, for that matter. Thus far, he hadn't been able to spend much time alone with the boy. Phobos had been much more successful in getting him to open up a little, but she had more opportunity to see him off the battlefield, seeing as she'd dedicated herself to monitoring their son.

Well, their younger son.

During the missions Damas had accompanied Jak's teams on, he'd noticed that the boy was developing a habit of trailing around behind him, watching intently whenever Damas gave orders to his people. Phobos even swore up and down that she'd seen Jak subtly mimicking his posture and movements whenever they were in the briefing room at the same time.

It gave Damas hope that Jak might at least have positive feelings about having them in his life, but he didn't want to push too far too quickly. Jak was a teenager, after all, and he had boundaries. Or, he ought to have had boundaries. Some of the things Sig told him made him worry that Jak had trouble standing up to people using him.

"Usually all we have to do -- whoop-! Watch the loose rocks, Dax-"

"Yeah, I noticed. I'm not patching your shirt this time. Learn to sew!"

"Yeah yeah. So- the Ramheads aren't the intelligent ones I don't think, they're more like...cannon fodder. But they're really territorial."

Jak swung his feet up under him and slid down the remainder of the incline on his heels, kicking up a plume of dust behind him.

"So basically we shouldn't have to do much more than walk around a little to draw one out."

Damas pursed his lips thoughtfully, then hopped down to follow Jak, avoiding the gravel a little easier than he had.

"Sounds pretty straightforward."

"It is! They're big, but they're dumb," Jak bragged, "You just gotta be fast."

"And not get two of your ribs snapped by a headbutt like last ti-"

Jak slapped a hand over Daxter’s mouth.

Sheepishly, he added, "I mean, yeah, keep some eco around in case of freak accidents, I guess..."

Ah, he's trying to impress me.

Humor bubbled up in Damas’s chest, and he tamped down a smile. He had absolutely no doubt that the boy was capable; thus far he'd proved to be a prodigy of a gunner. His risk assessment left something to be desired, but reports indicated this was largely the fault of the people who had been grooming him to deal with all their problems since he was Mar’s age.

"Well it can't possibly be any more difficult than clearing a city sector and setting watchposts," Damas reasoned, "Let's see if we can't scare up a couple of these Ramheads of yours."

Jak grinned. "Right! So, we're gonna go south, first."

"Oh?" Damas adjusted his rifle strap and kept pace with Jak easily. "I thought we were headed for the valley?"

Daxter squirreled up onto Jak’s head and pointed one paw south. "Lemme guess: you remembered somewhere you haven't trespassed on yet."

With a snort, Jak broke into a jog. "It's not trespassing if it's completely abandoned!"

"I think the centurion-heads would argue against it being completely abandoned, buddy."

"Where's your sense of adventure?"

"I traded it in when it got recalled and got an improved sense of street smarts!"

Damas strode after them with a grin lingering on his face. They were loosening up now, finding their stride. Listening to them bicker reminded him of Phobos and Sig in the old days. Putting on a small burst of speed, he caught up and gave them a slightly mischievous sidelong look.

"Is a tie-breaker required?" he asked.

"No," Daxter groaned, "I'm resigned to my fate. That's what I get for swearin' I'd never let Bigfoot out of my sight again."

Jak cheerfully added, "Dax keeps promises no matter how dumb they are."

"Good man." Damas nudged the ottsel's shoulder in rough approval.

"In that case, I agree to this little detour, but on one condition. Which is...?"

He waited.

Jak thought back to conversations they'd had during the couple missions he'd accompanied them on, and he thought he could guess the condition.

"Don't tell Sig you were doing stunts?"

Damas clapped him on the shoulder and smirked. "That's my boy."

He didn't miss the way Jak's eyes and smile alike widened in response.

[kkatastrophic]

Poll:

I have SO many AU ideas, but I HAVE TO FINISH MY OTHER ONE, so here's a poll for you guys, with the main 3 I've been hyperfixating about.

DR Ghost AU #1:

It's more of a heavy topic where the dead members of THH haunt the alive members of V3 during the KG. Leon is haunting Kokichi and can't STAND him. Until Kokichi sees him, that is. Kokichi can only see Leon, not the other ghosts and the two have to work together to end the V3 killing game and save the THH ghosts.

The premise is basically: You haunt somebody who's KG is similar to your own, and you have to work out how before they die.

For example:

Mondo haunts Maki (their KGs are similar because Mondo killed his brother Daiya, and Maki was threatened that all of her friends (found family/siblings) would die at the orphanage if she didn't become an assasin.

DR Ghost AU #2:

A slice of the (after)life (<- Yes, I'm naming it something like that) ghost AU where there are no heavy topics, it's just ghosts having fun and recovering from their respective KGs.

I know that SDR2 ghosts didn't REALLY die, but in this they are for plot purposes. And for the V3 timeline... just pretend it's the 3rd Killing Game and not the 53rd Killing Game.

It'd have multiple character perspectives from multiple games, and some fun and silly interactions like DRS (<- I haven't played it and I'm not planning on it, but I do know the basic premise so yayyy!)

[dragon-in-the-watery-bowl]

I saw your post about Utsuro & Akane's possible redemption, and I'm curious: What's your thoughts on fake Yuki surviving? Either in a chp. EX situation or in the canon ending with Rei, Teruya and Tsurugi.

What would everyone's reactions be? Would they still treat him like Utsuro, or would he be separate enough from him to be treated as his own person?

I also just wanna hear general thoughts about Fake Yuki, he's my favorite and super underutilized imo

Oh boy, fake Yuki...

Look, I have ideas for AUs where he survives one way or another, so I'm going to break them based on the AU:

KG Never Happens/DRA IF AU: This would be an AU where fake Yuki (And Akane) didn't recovered his memories during the killing game, thanks to it being stopped by outside forces before anyone died, and the entire class 79 joined the Kisaragi Foundation, so he would be treated as his own person, with a possibility of drama once the class starts to recover their memories, with a Memory Recovered!Akane trying to get Utsuro back, and Yuki trying to wrestle control from Utsuro (A bit like what happened to SDRA2 Yuki).

White Door AU: This would be an AU where fake Yuki would avoid being killed by the Monokuma at the end of the White Door Ending/Akane is convinced to let them go, even with the heartbreak of losing Utsuro forever, because they had solved all the conditions behind the trial, and she can't keep them trapped forever just for a guy that is basically dead. If Akane doesn't ends up killing herself to "be with Utsuro", I can see the survivors (Teruya, Rei and Tsurugi) being conflicted at the reveal of him being Utsuro, but the would see him as a separate person from him, while Akane would only see him as a "fake who stole Utsuro's body and life" and, even if she eventually accepts fake Yuki as his own person, she would take a long time to do it, because she entwined her identity to him so much that she would find it hard to live outside of being his servant.

Everyone Survives/Chapter EX AU: This would be an AU where the events of Chapter EX happen, but Utsuro doesn't gets the "mercy" of going back to the building to kill himself. In here, I feel like fake Yuki would slowly return inside Utsuro's headspace as an alter-like being, slowly becoming able to communicate with Utsuro inside their head and, eventually, share control of the body. In this case, I'm pretty sure that the first times he would front, everyone (Except maybe Akane) would think that he's just Utsuro once again imitating the "real Yuki", and would take them a while to see him as his own person.

And about general thoughts...? He's an interesting fellow, liking him, but not being a favorite of mine unlike his true identity nor SDRA2 Yuki, thanks to him sharing Utsuro's role as a dark mirror of Makoto, about what the Ultimate Hope could have been if he hadn't been as optimistic as he is canonically (And a chance to see how a dynamic between the two of them, even though the timeline would make it impossible to them to meet each other, being one of my reasons to create the Ghost!Utsuro AU), and in general, seeing him as a decent main character/antagonist combo.

Also, I have a headcanon about him that, in AUs where he survives, and the Kisaragi Foundation are able to rescue the real Yuki, he would change his name, so he could separate himself from both Utsuro and SDRA2 Yuki, and create a new identity for himself that isn't just "Cheap copy of Yuki Maeda", maybe even deciding to use Utsuro's birth name (Or a variant of it if you headcanon them as trans) as his new name.

[hexedrosel-arts]

I have not forgotten them

just quick things

I'm too tired to do dialouge but Jerome is wondering where he can get popcorn. Because who wouldn't when Teddy and Felix are fighting?

Felix and Teddy stuff under the cut because these two have become the current brain worm

Teddy and Felix just interest me sometimes, for some au background thoughts, because their deaths are so intertwined, I have them cuffed by the arm. One cannot die without the other deciding that they must(not including monstermon ending). They both decide the others fate, and while Teddy doesn't want to without reason, Felix wants it to happen.

I remember how when one twin dies, the other twin often feels empty, like there is apart of them that is forever missing, in real life of course, in the game both twins are unaffected by the others death, to them this is just how it turned out. Well not entirely,

I imagine what Teddy is thinking after his ending is that his happiness and patience and his self control is buried with Felix, in that God forsaken kindergarten. Felix doesn't care, because that is what father wanted. To Felix, life will pass by without Teddy, but I like to think that maybe, just maybe, Felix feels empty but he can't really figure out why. Both of them change, but will they notice when they get older?

Back to my au, since they're both dead. They are chained to each other, and know what the other one tried to do. Bonded together with hatred. Unable to escape this person, this person who hates them so. It's just something I like. Despite trying to do everything to escape the other, it brought them closer in the worst way.

Teddy is angry about this, he tries to yell and pull away, but he is stuck. Most of the time I drew him pulling the arm that chains them, he pulls then to the point Felix can't feel that arm. The whole time though, he wonders one thing. Why won't Felix fight back?

Felix on the other hand is tired. He is just done. His plan didn’t work and he is now stuck with the one person he didn't want to be around with anymore. He doesn't pull away, or drag them around like Teddy does. He does yell back, but he no longer cares. What’s he supposed to do now without his father to guide him?

I wonder if I could ever write them forgiving the other. Maybe they're always angry til the end. Maybe just before they move on, they forgive the other.

Maybe they're stuck in limbo in a cycle of hatred and forgiveness, never to forgive never to forget.

[theduckeminence]

So I believe I have decided Piandao’s fate for the Avatar!Pakku au (made some alterations to the au so here we go)

WARNING: This contains references/mentions of pro/stitution, r/ape, and death.

In this au, Piandao is the son of footsoldier Masao of the Fire Nation and an earth nation civilian named Citra.

Masao met Citra in the Gaojing Red Light District within the fire colony of the Hu Xin Provinces. Citra was a low-ranking prostitute in the impoverished parts of the district, hence why Masao was able to afford spending the evening with her.

When Citra found out she was pregnant, she couldn’t afford any sort of medicines or proper remedies in order to rid the child. So she had no choice but to go through with it.

When Piandao was born, his mother decided upon caring for him anyways, hoping that maybe if she can work harder, she can care for both her and her child.

Unfortunately, when Piandao was only 5-6 years old, he found his mother brutally assaulted and dead in her room after spending the evening with one customer. He recalled her yelling, but wasn’t aware that it were yells for help.

Following her passing, he became an obedient, silent ghost—wandering around and accepting any sort of small job offered by pitying House owners. Usually as a very minor Wakaimono or male servant. He rarely ever interacts with the courtesans and mainly cleans.

During his time as a servant, Piandao could only earn just enough to feed and shelter himself, hence constantly working hard everyday. He only wore the baggy uniform given to him by his bosses and the rags he had been wearing since he grew out kg a bundle

He never really interacts with other kids since he had mostly seen girls attending to the courtesans and rarely any boys his age. Either way, most kids found him too quiet or shy to talk to.

He could never speak, no matter how hard he tried, though it wasn’t so much of an issue as long as he does his work and earns his pay. There were a few occasions however some adults would complain about his lack of word (He was nonverbal at the time, but didn’t know).

Piandao admired and loved listening and watching the Geishas play/sing their songs as well as other types of performing arts. He finds that it helps motivate him to do work and appreciate the arts more (a small part of him wished to learn something like that).

At the age of 9, Piandao meets a man by the name of Master Eun-U—a highly regarded swordsman. When upon seeing the young boy work, Eun-U asked the owners if he may have the boy.

The owners, of course, were not too easy on handing their servant over to a stranger (as Eun-U was in disguise). But with a nice sum paid to them, the owners happily sold away their servant boy.

Eun-U brings a confused, yet quiet Piandao home to the small town of Nashikami—which close by to the hidden Herbalist Institute. From here on, Eun-U has Piandao work as his helper/assistance—while allowing him to live within his small, yet comfortable home.

The older man also teaches the boy how to read and write in both western Earth Kingdom Dialect and Fire Nation. This is what later on leads to Piandao to speak out loud.

This is remarkably the first time Piandao had ever fitted into cleaner, more fitting clothing while also eating a hot meal with better quality tea on the side. The boy sobs when he realizes this one night during dinner.

Eventually, at some point, Eun-U decides upon teaching Piandao how to swordfight in case of defense and combat—wanting the boy to reach for that unused potential.

Over time, as Piandao stayed with Eun-U—the older man saw Piandao as both a pupil and a son, whereas the boy viewed the swordsman as a father figure.

[pfhwrittes]

boxing day sales? boxing day sales.

(boxing day, 26th december. for some ungodly reason it’s a crazy day for retail — my comparison for the USA/North American folks would be similar to Black Friday)

fun fact: B&Q never used to close for Boxing Day, that’s changed in recent years but I have worked boxing day before and it is hell on earth.

the boys working boxing day below:

simon hates it. refuses to leave the safety of the warehouse. won’t even leave through the doors to cut across the shop floor for a cigarette. man has nicotine patches up and down his arms. has shouted at four customers today for trying to get him to bring out stock they want. changed the sign hanging on the warehouse doors to “IF YOU’RE NOT JOHN PRICE YOU CAN FUCK OFF”. will be getting disciplined for his attitude as soon as the store manager can find him (it’s been 6 hours and simon is still successfully evading the man).

gaz is amazing. he’s sold 3 complete kitchens, 4 bathrooms and 1 bedroom already today. continues to charm the arse off of every client that he sees and poaches clients that are waiting for other members of the design team. the only sign that he’s getting fatigued is the constant mug of coffee by his computer and slight tightness around his eyes.

soap also hates it. far less successful with avoiding being disciplined and has been pulled up for groaning in the face of a particularly prickly customer. he doesn’t care. he hasn’t left the paint desk in three hours and he wants to go off for a walk. he’s frustrated that he can’t go off on his little jollies around the shop to bother his favourite people because everyone is too busy. will absolutely sulk in the staff room when he can.

price has a vein throbbing in his forehead. he’s spent the majority of his shift at the customer service desk backing up the team members that are being berated by arseholes wanting a refund on christmas decorations that have clearly been used. “listen, store policy is that used electricals get written off and the customer gets a credit note for the value of them. if they have a problem, i’ll deal with it.” jesus christ let this man outside for a cigarette before he strangles the next miserable twat with the fairy lights they’ve brought back.

[ronzombie]

me in the cod twitter au ??

[gameforestdach]

Bei einer kürzlichen Präsentation der Triple-I Initiative wurde ein neuer Trailer zum kommenden Spiel Dinolords veröffentlicht, der mit seiner einzigartigen Mischung aus mittelalterlichen und prähistorischen Elementen fesselt. Dieser faszinierende Titel kombiniert die strategische Verteidigung des Anwesens eines mittelalterlichen englischen Lords gegen Wikinger mit dem fantastischen Twist, zähmbare Dinosaurier. Überblick über das Gameplay und die Mechaniken Dinolords bietet eine robuste strategische Ebene, die an klassische Spiele wie Age of Empires erinnert, jedoch mit moderner, visuell beeindruckender Grafik und Mechaniken innoviert. Das Kern-Gameplay dreht sich um die Burgverteidigung, einschließlich Anpassungsoptionen, die es erm��glichen, dass die Burgen unter dem Stress der Dinosaurierangriffe zerbrechen - ein 8000 kg schweres Reptil, das in eine Struktur kracht, bietet ein befriedigendes Spektakel der Zerstörung. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yr9BA-pb5Ko Spieler werden nicht nur ihre Siedlungen verwalten und aufbauen, sondern auch direkt an ausgedehnten Schlachten teilnehmen. Sie können Dinosauriern ausweichen, Pfeile abschießen und Wikinger im Nahkampf bekämpfen, alles umgeben vom Chaos des Krieges. Lebendige Kampfszenen und Dinosaurier-Integration Ein gepanzerter T-Rex, der dramatisch durch eine Burgmauer bricht, betont die dynamischen Umgebungsinteraktionen des Spiels. Ein Kriegsherr reitet auf einem befiederten Raptor in die Schlacht und veranschaulicht die Vielfalt der Dinosaurier, die Spieler zähmen und nutzen können. Belagerungstaktiken werden mit Dinosauriern neu gedacht, wie etwa ein mit Holzpanzerung ausgestatteter Stegosaurus, der einem Wikingerschiff ähnelt, was auf kreative Designentscheidungen hinweist, die historische und fantastische Themen verbinden. Die Herausforderung, wilde Dinosaurier wie ein Ankylosaurier zu unterwerfen, fügt der Ressourcen- und Kampfmechanik eine Tiefenebene hinzu, da Spieler versuchen, Eier für strategische Vorteile zu stehlen. Entwicklung und Veröffentlichung Die Entwicklung von Dinolords wird von Northplay geleitet, einem Team, das bisher nicht sehr bekannt war, aber nun mit diesem ambitionierten Projekt Aufmerksamkeit erregt. Ghost Ship Games, bekannt für ihren Erfolg mit Deep Rock Galactic, unterstützt das Spiel durch ihren neuen Verlagszweig. Diese Partnerschaft verspricht einen Fokus auf Qualität und Innovation, wie durch Ghost Ship Games' Erfahrung mit sowohl kritisch gefeierten als auch von der Gemeinschaft unterstützten Titeln wie Deep Rock Galactic: Survivor und SpellRogue belegt. Ausblick und Early Access Dinolords soll 2025 in den Early Access gehen, und die Gaming-Gemeinschaft wartet gespannt auf die Möglichkeit, in diese reich gestaltete Welt einzutauchen. Die Mischung aus detaillierten mittelalterlichen Einstellungen und der wilden, ungezähmten Natur der Dinosaurier bietet eine neue Grenze für Strategie- und Actionspiel-Begeisterte. Fazit Die ersten Eindrücke vom Dinolords-Trailer versprechen ein Spiel, das nicht nur mit seinem "äußerst guten Namen", sondern auch mit dem einzigartigen Vorhaben, historische und mythische Kriegsführung zu kombinieren, punktet. Mit seinen auffälligen Grafiken, innovativen Gameplay-Mechaniken und der vielversprechenden Unterstützung erfahrener Verleger ist Dinolords bereit, eine fesselnde neue Ergänzung des Genres zu sein, wenn es im Early Access startet. Blick voraus: Dinolords' Versprechen prähistorischen und mittelalterlichen Chaos Das neueste Filmmaterial von Dinolords aus der Triple-I Initiative-Präsentation hat definitiv die Bühne für ein Strategiespiel wie kein anderes zuvor bereitet. Mit seiner cleveren Integration von Dinosauriern in die urzeitlichen Geschichten von Wikingerüberfällen bereitet dieses Spiel darauf vor, eine frische, visuell atemberaubende und strategisch vielfältige Erfahrung in der Gaming-Landschaft zu bieten. Für weitere Details zu Dinolords und seinen einzigartigen Gameplay-Mechaniken, besuche die umfangreiche Berichterstattung von PC Gamer.

Während einige Verleger ihren Fokus von bestehenden Projekten verlagern, wie am Beispiel von Electronic Arts' kürzlicher Abkehr vom Dead Space 2-Remake zu sehen, treten neue und innovative Spiele wie Dinolords in die Bresche und fesseln das Interesse von Spielenden, die nach neuen Erlebnissen suchen.

[ghostfixedsysknight]

Daily reminder to myself that I’m allowed to like things. Like, I’m allowed to watch, read and draw things and not have to feel guilty about it. Sure, the content I’m consuming isn’t perfect and yes it has flaws but that doesn’t mean I can’t like it. People are allowed to criticize and point out the flaws and I shouldn’t immediately feel bad for liking the thing in the first place.

I’m allowed to like what I like. One day the interest will pass but it makes me happy now by providing some laughs and entertainment. Nothing is perfect, content can be scuffed but I can still enjoy it