#paintball pistol

[thiefbird]

life would be better if i could demand satisfaction from rude people

like "hey you're being an asshole either apologize OR we can shoot each other about it. like gentlemen"

people would be much less rude

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Training exercises were fun. Especially if Price put you and Ghost on opposite teams. Competitiveness was a major part of your relationship, after all. So there you were, everyone except for you and Simon had been eliminated and were now watching via your body cams. And since they were feeling extra funny, they linked your comms so you could talk while hunting each other down.

“Why don’t you just surrender, sweetheart?” You scoffed, your gaze sweeping the room before you pressed yourself against the wall next to the door. “Why don’t you just stop breathing, babe?” You could hear Simon chuckle through the comms, a smile tugging at your own lips. “We both know you don’t actually want that. Who would make you see stars each night if I were to die?” He was right, of course, but this was all in good fun, right? “I know Johnny would love a taste, isn’t that right, Sergeant?”

A low growl reached your ears, and you knew you had Simon right where you wanted him. Or at least you thought so. “Well, if that’s the case, the new receptionist asked me if I was single, maybe I’ll just-” “Don’t you bloody dare, Riley!” Once again, he chuckled, driving you crazy. “Got you now, darling.”

Realizing that you had just given away your position, you started running. While Simon had more training than you and was much stronger, you were quicker and quieter, something which had often come in handy. As you made your way through the simulated building, you searched for a hiding spot and a distraction. The latter came in the form of an empty can. You picked it up while running and placed it in a doorway before backtracking and hiding behind a cupboard. Within just a few moments, you spotted Simon, slowly moving toward you. Pulling out your silenced ‘fake’ pistol, you aimed at the can and shot, making Simon spin around as the noise caught his attention.

“I’m coming for you, love.” You chuckled quietly, watching him move away from you, his back to you. Aiming, you couldn’t help but retort. “Bring tacos, you fucking prick.” And with those words, you shot the paintball, hitting him in the back of his helmet. With a deep sigh, Simon confirmed that he had been killed, and Price flipped on the lights. Simon turned to look at you, just to find you giggling in your hiding spot. “Good one, lovie.” You grinned, as you watched him cross the distance between you two. “Thank you, dear. Not bad yourself.” The moment he was close enough, he pulled down his balaclava and pressed his lips to yours. A pleased hum escaped your lips, as Simon slowly deepened the kiss.

“Okay, I’ll turn off comms. We’ll debrief in 10.” With those very pained words from Price, you heard the telltale click in your ears and knew that you now had some privacy. “Bloody, finally.” Simon pulled away slightly, muttering those words before trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck. Your fingers found their way to his hair, gently scratching over his scalp, making him hum. But your mind wasn’t there.

“Si?” You got no response. “Simon?” He hummed but didn’t even try to stop, making you chuckle. “Simon Riley.” With a sigh, he pulled away, gazing into your eyes. “Yes, love?” He looked adorable, gazing down at you with pure love in his eyes. “Can we go get tacos after the debrief?” Now, it was his turn to chuckle as he shook his head in disbelief. “Of course. Anything for you, baby.”

A/N: Love some silly stuff. And I love you all!

[t4eguns]

Close Quarter Combat Sports: What Is It?

The sport of Close Quarter Combat (CQB) is a highly realistic simulation of force-on-force scenerios that utilizes real military tactics and close-quarters battle doctrine. Success in CQB requires teamwork and effective use of support equipment, just as in real-life missions. Players are equipped with plate carriers, load-bearing vests, tactical radios, spare magazines, maps, canteen packs, paintball pistols, paintball rifles and shotguns, and other tactical gear to complete tasks and defeat opponents using the latest close-quarters warfare tactics and strategies.

The emphasis of CQB is on tactical and practical abilities, including marksmanship, communication, synchronization, movements, and teamwork under fire. It creates a scenario that is unlike any other format, using real equipment, war simulation gadgets, and firearms that replicate battle rifles with precision. It is a valuable training tool for military and law enforcement professionals, as well as civilians around the world who participate in CQB competitions.

For those interested in practicing with their Glock Pistol Paintball Gun, here are some tips to ensure safe and productive training:

Use appropriate safety equipment, such as goggles and a mask.

Familiarize yourself with the rules of CQB paintball before starting.

Communication and teamwork are critical in CQB so speak clearly with your teammates to coordinate actions and strategies.

CQB is not only an enjoyable sport but is also a popular team-building exercise in many workplaces, as it teaches workers how to react and behave in emergencies. With the evolution of safe mag-fed paintball pistols, it is an efficient training method for individuals looking to improve their skills in combat situations. 

[halyasgirl]

A minor detail I really like is Arcane showing how Piltover selectively restricted Zaun's access to technology, specifically weapons.

As early as the prologue of season 1, it's established that firearm technology exists in the setting when we see Piltovan Enforcers gun down the Zaunite revolutionaries, but Zaunites primarily fight with fists, knives, or the occasional Molotov cocktail. In 1x05 "Everybody Wants to be My Enemy," Sevika is completely blindsided when Caitlyn snipes at her with a rifle, forcing her to retreat from a fight she'd otherwise won, and in 1x06 "When These Walls Come Tumbling Down" both Huck and the Apothecary are visibly shocked when Caitlyn barters her standard-issue rifle for medicine, implying such weapons are still incredibly rare even on the black markets of Zaun. Even when Zaunites do get their hands on guns, they generally lack the experience to use them to the fullest extent (Silco and Sevika both use firearms in 1x09 and 2x02, respectively, but neither are very good shots).

An exception to this is Jinx, who is an excellent shot, but it's telling that Piltover controls gun access so tightly in Zaun that it took the most powerful man in the Undercity to smuggle in even one pistol for his daughter. (And that Silco's indulgence of Jinx allowed her the time and practice to transfer Powder's skill with a paintball gun to actual marksmanship).

In contrast, it's also interesting to see what technology Zaun has developed in spite of and because of Piltover.

The Undercity's greatest (un)natural resource is chemical runoff, ignored by Piltover but rendered into a variety of drugs in Zaun, and while they lack experience with firearms, Zaunites do seem to have above-average experience with explosives, perhaps due to the demolitions knowledge needed for laboring in Piltover's mines. Additionally, necessity being the mother of invention, disability is so common among Zaunites that they've developed prosthetics and other aids that exceed Piltover and even modern technology.

Piltover claims Hextech will bring a union of technology and magic into the lives of all their citizens, but when pitching Hextech for the Undercity, Jayce can only say that "the mining colonies in the fissures can work faster and without fatigue," i.e. producing more and more wealth for Piltover at their own expense.

But Zaunites are innovative and resourceful with the technology Piltover, intentionally or not, permits them, and when the spark struck tinder Zaun was only too happy to show Piltover what they could do.

[clonemando]

A Dangerous Game

@evi-blackmor @rydalochka I saw your request for some Rex and Fox fluff! Sorry got burnt out from work but I'm back.

Rex was panting heavily as he sprinted across the battle line, occasionally breaking behind cover just to scout out his next position. His armor was splattered with red already from assisting his fellow clones but he was still kicking.

Rounding a corner he came face to blaster with Fox who grinned darkly at him. "Any last words GAR traitor?" The Coruscanti Commander asked only to get tackled from the side.

"Run Rex! I'll hold him off!" Cody cried as he struggled to keep Fox pinned to the ground.

Rex summoned all the rest of his energy to sprint like his life depended on it. He had barely rounded the next corner when he heard a blast and he knew Cody was down. He was all that was left between the Guard and a full takeover.

Finally spotting his goal he got tackled from behind by Fox and they both hit the ground in a loud clatter of armor.

Rex struggled valiantly but in the end his pistol got knocked away and Fox had his aimed at Rex's chest.

"It's too bad you decided to join the wrong side. Goodbye Rex." He said pressing a kiss to Rex's lips and pulling the trigger.

Corrie red paint splattered onto Rex's armor and all the lights in the room turned on. Cody limped over and flopped onto his ass beside them.

"I am never playing paintball with any of you again." He whined while Rex pouted.

"I almost reached their base. Next time I'll get the flag." He groaned but Fox just grinned and pecked his lips again.

"Sorry but the GAR will never beat the Guard in a suburban environment. We can try a forest next time to give you GAR bucketheads a fighting chance." He teased and helped them both up.

[neocrash1101]

I gave everyone a handgun.

@alextydaisuda123

I saw an interesting comment in a post about mixed techniques, so I drew it.

Pretend that Vigilante's gun was unearthed from the wreckage of the tower.

Regarding the Pepperman gun.

I saw a gun type called a paintball gun, but I was wondering if I should customize it like a water pistol on a revolver....

[thechaoticcheese]

"Hey Dad, just wanted to update you on a couple of things." Gary started out, speaking softly, his voice soft and caring.

Roach Shadow Company AU - Chapter 1 - Roach

Gary stepped out into the hallway after being seen by medical, smiling to himself as he pulled out his phone. While he preferred video calls or texting, he wanted to speak to his dad about his new nickname, or call sign, as the other Shadows call it.

He put his phone up to his ear as he sauntered through the mostly empty hallway, a few Shadows walking past or just taking a break from the rough training session they just had. The phone took its time to ring. Gary knew it would be a one in a million shot of his dad answering his phone at this time of day, if he remembered right he should be eating with his mom.

The last ring went through before he heard his old man's slightly gruff voice answer, "This is Derek's phone, leave a message." Then a long beep to let Gary know that the voice message was recording.

"Hey Dad, just giving you the weekly update. I got a couple of things this time." Gary started out, speaking softly, his voice soft and caring. "I was able to complete one of the hardest trainings out there for Shadow Company. It was a pain in the ass..." He paused remembering the training from earlier that week.

...

It had been a full downpour that day, the goal was to sneak into an abandoned building they used for training with no one spotting you, it didn't matter if they were 'dead' or not. And the worst part? You weren't given any gear. It was a worse case scenario training to still achieve the mission.

Gary remembered rolling himself in the mud, reapplying it every so often as he 'killed' enemies while he made his way there. The 'enemies' were older, way more experienced, Shadow soldiers. That chunk of the memory was somewhat of a blur, but he remembered getting compromised, or well, almost.

There were three Shadows just idly chatting with each other, watching each other's back. Gary had taken out most of the other Shadows in hand to hand combat with aches all over his body and scratches and bruises to match. He was able to take out two before the third shot his side with a paintball gun, if it wasn't for the rest of the training mission being underground and this being the last trio above, he definitely would've failed.

After taking care of the last of the trio, he wrapped his 'wound' up, knowing that he'd be told when he'd lose too much blood and fail.

Next was to deal with the Shadows inside. He pocketed some rocks, grabbed one of the pistols and headed inside. He could remember slowly stepping down the steps with the prop knife in hand and feeling the warmth meet his skin. Gary had stopped to let himself warm up for a few seconds as he scanned the hallways, watching as his ‘enemies’ scouted the halls.

The American took a deep breath as he waited for one to walk by, grabbing them and using his prop knife to stab them in the neck. The person seemed absolutely surprised by this, but went limp as the knife left their neck. Gary gently placed them on the floor before moving on. He needed to go left, second door to the right, the 'intel' would be there, heavily guarded. As long as he got everyone in the room and escaped, he'd win.

He pocketed the pistol, and picked up the Salvo that the downed man had, holding it tightly to his chest as he slowly dragged his back against the wall, clearing any rooms swiftly before mowing down the last room and retrieving the briefcase. As he was walked out of the room, he saw and felt an elbow meet his face, causing him to stumble back. He raised the Salvo, shooting once before realizing it was out of ammo as it shot the last attacker in the shoulder.

Gary darted to a nearby desk, tossing the intel behind it, pulling out his pistol and shooting another shot at his 'enemy'. He hoped it’d give him some time to get behind the cover before seeing how much ammo he had in the pistol. 5 shots. Excellent.

He peeked his head out, scanning his surroundings before seeing the person peer out and aim at Gary, the male quickly pulling back as he heard splattering paintball ammunition hit the desk. He fired back twice, three shots left.

That's when he heard movement. He peaked out and shot twice again, hitting one of the man's legs, causing him to tumble down. With the last shot, he was able to get a headshot on the soldier. Gary let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding before grabbing another Salvo, making sure it had ammo in it, then leaving, clearing out the rest of the building for no more sneak attacks.

He walked out feeling like shit as he panted, carrying the briefcase back to the fake exfil point where Graves was waiting. A look of surprise, but admiration crossed the older man's face as he nodded.

"Congratulations son. You've completed one of the hardest missions we got. Now you look like shit, Andy. Let's get ya back to base and have the medics take a look at you, yeah?" Graves complimented Gary with a smile, using the false name he signed up with, Andy Garrickson. He wished he had chosen something else, having realized too soon that it sounded like Gary Sanderson, but he didn't care because it was too late anyways.

On the way back to base, people kept complimenting Gary, one piping up and saying, "The way he kept going was almost like a roach!" After that, people loudly agreed with them before they started to chant, "Roach! Roach! Roach!"

...

His mind zoned back in on the call he was making to his dad, "It was great though, taught me a good few tricks. It also gave me my nickname, Roach. I hope you and Mom are doing ok. Love you." With those final words, he ended the call and put his phone back into his pocket, entering his shared room.

"Hey Roach, you stick it to 'em today?" Jet asked with a smile.

Roach nodded with a smile, 'As much as I could' He signed in return.

~~~~~~~~~~

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[weyounthevorta]

Wild West Show Down!

Six men are dropped into an enclosed paintball arena, precisely as you see them now, all of them armed with their real weapons.

They’re trapped in there without food or water until one emerges victorious.

Who’s getting out alive?

[paperclipninja]

It's going to be Crowley.

Crowley will be the one to use the derringer in season 3.

I know Aziraphale's mention that he has a derringer in a hollowed-out book is considered by many to be Chekhov's Gun in play (and it is to an extent), but just to make the whole thing another level of meta, I'm going to put forward that Chekhov's gun is actually this moment in season 1:

Here we get some insight into Crowley's view on guns; his response to Aziraphale's comment about Heaven's stance when they're "in the right hands" and his disdain of humans' desire to hurt one another with machines when he turns the paintball ones into real ones. So we can establish that Crowley isn't necessarily a fan of guns.

But we also see Crowley remove the paint stain that the weapon inflicted on Aziraphale's jacket. The angel very unsubtly indicates that if he miracles it away himself he will always know it was there so what does the demon do? He helps him.

In season 2 we find out that our favourite angelic bookseller in fact has his own pistol, much to the surprise of Crowley (and delight of us all!). But it is in the same scene that Aziraphale is of course buying another gun and asking Crowley, who he still assumes is familiar with the weapon and how it works, to fire it at his face in front of a room full of people. And what the demon do? Agrees to help him.

So yes, it's relevant to mention the derringer in the scene, however it is not going to appear in this episode or season so we can take it as confirmation that Chekhov's gun from season 1 is about to play out here

and we need to park the derringer until the next act.

But Chekhov's gun here isn't just the weapon you see? It's who is firing it too. I love that it's an actual gun we're talking about, it is the nerdiest most literal nod to the root of the theory and I'm here for it 100%. But as with all the sleight of hand occurring, it's also a distraction.

In the scene when Crowley fires the rifle at Aziraphale we know two things: 1. Crowley is very nervous and uncomfortable shooting the gun (and has never fired one before) 2. Aziraphale tells Crowley to trust him, so he does.

If we think about how those two scenes across the two seasons build on one another I guess it might look something like:

Crowley helps Aziraphale by clearing the stain from his jacket, indicates a dislike of guns, holds the paintball gun for a moment before tossing it away

Crowley helps Aziraphale by agreeing to shoot the gun despite disliking them, is very nervous, has never fired one, but trusts Aziraphale (and Aziraphale trusts him) and does so successfully. Without needing to use a miracle.

But Crowley's interaction with the weapon in both is just as relevant as the weapon itself.

So where does that leave the set up for act 3? I mean, it's anyone's guess, but my guess is that the fact Crowley has now shot a gun will be relevant, the helping Aziraphale will be relevant and most of all, that unequivocal trust (and ability to communicate that as they did on stage) between Crowley and Aziraphale will be extremely relevant.

Those aspects have been set up on purpose I think. The fact that Crowley, who is not comfortable with guns, is wiling to fire one to help Aziraphale and the very clear establishment of the way they can communicate and trust one another in that situation. This was the warm up you see.

Season 1 it was just a game. Paintball. Other people playing and Aziraphale and Crowley only caught in the line of fire for a moment with no real consequence.

Season 2 it was a performance. The stakes were higher because the gun is real, the bullet is real, and the room for error is almost nil. But it was a chosen situation. Aziraphale put them in that situation and so he had to take the lead and tell Crowley to trust him so it would be ok.

Season 3 it will be the real deal. And it won't be because Fell the Marvellous got excited and wanted to wow the West End. It will be an actual threat that requires an actual response with a weapon and enter the derringer in all its glory (assuming Crowley can find the right book!).

That's my guess anyway. Either that or it's a massive red herring, Muriel will pull out the derringer and we'll all have had our expectations subverted in the most unexpected way!

[justabigoldnerd]

A Guide to Works by JustABigOldNerd

I saw @hypnostheory do this and I have 38 (holy shit!) works in the TMFU Fandom on Ao3, so I wanted to as well!

"I wanna read somethings soft and sweet" Okay! I don't have a lot, but:

Kintsukuroi - Set in the Winged Spies universe, Solo catches up with an old friend

I'm Going to the Stars Tonight - Playful (and drunk) winged spies

In Summer We Can Taste The Rain - Solo catches a winged Illya preening in the rain

Ravens Love The Snow - A winged Solo can't resist the call of the snow

A Christmas Peril - A Christmas fic!

Surrender Yourself - a funny little pre-slash ficlet based on a writing prompt found here

I Want To Fade Away With You - Modern-ish AU company paintball tournament goes (hilariously) wrong

In The Moonlight, We Let It Go - Poolside confessions

"I'd like some light angst, nothing too serious, please" Gotcha covered:

One More or One Less (Nobody's Worried) - Winged Spies canon rewrite

The Toil of Expectations - Medieval AU with a happy ending and a couple of explicit smut scenes

"Q" Is For Kid - the trio accidentally acquire a child on their mission to stop a Nazi faction from developing a nerve gas

To Grow Old In Simplicity - this is mostly happy, the angst comes from the fear of outliving your partners and the struggles that come with being an aging (former) spy

The Moment I Knew I'd No Choice But To Love You - the agnst in this one is more memory related

Is That The Kinda Way To Face The Burning Heat? - porn with a little bit of angsty backstory

Nothin' But The Water And The Sunrise Now - light angsty backstory with some fun NOS-induced moments and a happy ending

All Eyes On Me (Your Eyes On Me) - this one's a bit heavier, but the angst is just internalized homophobia and Illya not wanting to be a honeypot but needing to. Has masturbation and explicit smut

I Am Scared Of Nothing - religious trauma

A Rather Frightening Thing - religious trauma

As Sharp And Serious As A Pistol In The Eye - canon rewrite (explicit smut)

It Takes Three To Tango - post-canon

"Alright, now I want the heavy stuff. Gimme the angst!" Coming right up, my friend!!

Emotional Angst:

You Had To Be A Big Shot, Didn't You (You Had To Open Up Your Mouth) - Winged Solo backstory

My Wings Have Been So Denied - Winged Illya as a child

She'll Tell You She's an Orphan After You Meet Her Family - Winged Gaby grieving (explicit smut)

You Take Me In Your Arms When Walls Are Closing In - Body Horror in (false)memory

Pretty Piece of Flesh - sexual trauma (explicit sexual content)

The Awful Things We Do To Make The Head Go Quiet - near suicide attempt

Lost On You - internalized homophobia and period typical homophobia

Physical Harm:

Quietly, It Slips Through Your Fingers, Love (Falling From You Drop By Drop) - Alternative ending where Illya shoots Solo (he lives)

Let Me Be Your Own Icarian Carrion - Winged Spies, Illya goes down in the water

One Deep Breath Out From The Sky - Missing scene fic after the motorcycle crash

Whumptober 2023 - "The Man From Uncle (2015)" - I mean. This is Whumptober. So.

Will You Remember All The Danger We Came From? - Vampire Illya prequel. Body Horror.

All My Love And Terror Balanced There - Illya wakes up as a Vampire. (Explicit smut)

I'd Block The Sun (If You Want It Done) - the trio's plane goes down in the middle of the ocean and they have to survive on a deserted island

Grounded And Giving And Darkening Scorn - Illya's past comes back to haunt him

The Injury of Finally Knowing You - 5+1 Times fic

Major Character Death (temporary):

The End Is All I Can See (And It Scares The Hell Out Of Me) - time loop

"I want that one restaurant critic AU that will be updates eventually but hasn't for a while!" Uh, oddly specific, and thank you for wanting to read this unfinished fic, and I WILL finish it eventually, but, uh, here ya go!:

Michelin Star Spy - Illya is a food critic swept up in spydom.

[seeingteacupsindragons]

New Chapter Time! Mari Go Away!

Have I mentioned recently that I adore Herder? I adore Herder.

Herder has a thing here that makes me think of translation because what he says is like, "Ethic-less" but I think it would translate better as "anything goes"

WHY ARE THERE NORMIES HERE

Is that supposed to be Moran next to Jack? Dude your hair--But this is a nice shot of all their heights.

Herder's discussion of the weather is probably the most practical Japanese I have gathered from this series, but I'm probably going to forget this vocabulary shortly

Also Herder talking about the weather in terms of shooting people is just very. Him.

It is indeed Moran

None of the normies want to play this game. Shocking. Shocking.

Albert: I'm very sorry, Normies, for letting Herder explain this, because. Um.

Interlude: I thought this would be easier to do on two screens, but my zoom and orientation on the magazine keeps changing when I do anything on the other screen, so it is Not.

Bond is not Having it, and tbh, I'm not sure why, except that Albert just lied out his ass, I think.

Do senseis know that "Lord Kruger" being an English anything sounds absurd.

Albert: I am totally hijacking this hunting trip I was invited to for my own purposes so my "servants" could play. This is fine and normal.

!!! Is Liam finally going to shoot a damn gun?

Albert: Also this was my little brother's idea so think twice before insulting it. Thanks.

They're all now on board because William smiled at them. The bastard.

Liam's doing the hand thing again I called out last night. Although he's being kind of duplicitous right now but not straight up lying. He's in peak keigo form today.

Herder: You can have a pistol or a sniper

Moran, probably: THANK you, God.

Herder: Also I have rubber knives

Well there goes Liam shooting anything.

Louis, probably: Can I have a real knife

Herder: The paint looks like clotted blood

Me: Did...Did William ask you do that? How do you even know. You're blind. Who tested this.

Herder: And don't worry, the paint bullets are biodegradable because Fred complained about having to pick up Moran's bullets that one time so I avoided that necessity.

Are they just gonna knock out all the normies b/c tbh this would be more fun with just our murder fam.

Herder: I tagged all the guns MORAN so don't BREAK THE DAMN THING THIS TIME

I'm sorry it's really funny to image all the sniping and personal bickering that would be happening if they weren't being all keigo in front of the guests

I appreciate at least the visual cues that imply the bickering

Herder: For various reasons, I'll be the ref

The normies: Oh, it's because he's blind, poor thing, the Moriartys are so charitable

Louis and Bond: HE JUST WANTS TO WATCH THE GUNS

Normie kids are playing???

HELENA???

WAS THIS A THING IN THE LIGHT NOVELS

I feel like Patterson can't come to this event because it's public and he's a public figure and that would be Weird, but I wonder if this was like "Okay, everyone gets to play a game," because Patterson wanted a vacation.

Helena talking about her extremely sedentary little brother reminds me of Liam and sickly Louis okay

Finally some proper bickering now that teams are selected.

They got split into red and blue. Because.

Liam, however, got blue for once in his life

They have to tell us, because it's black and white. But they are shaded differently.

Moriarty brothers: What if we're all on the SAME TEAM?

Moran: HEY I'M ON THE OTHER TEAM YOU JERKS. THAT IS ABSOLUTELY NOT FAIR.

Bond sounds like city streetlights. That's super cool, actually.

Louis is all "my brothers and I are three hearts beating as one and together in flesh and spirit" and Louis you need to like, tone it down just a lil

Louis: OUR BOND IS SO STRONG NOT EVEN GOD CAN TEAR IT APART

Louis: ...but I'm not on their team in paintball.

Herder: If you lose, you have to go feed pheasants as a punishment

Herder: BUT IF YOU BREAK YOUR GUN, THEN--

This was long, but I just love Mori fam, okay?

[t4eguns]

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[one-day-i-will-figure-it-out]

Genuine question: any of you ever feel like you’re not one person but kinda a bunch of people that keep switching constantly? I don’t mean it in a “multiple personality disorder” kind of way and not in a “I’m different with friends and different when I’m with strangers” kind of way. I mean it as in: I love quiet places and being alone and reading books and the aesthetic of the rain and the forest AND I love being social and the vibes of a karaoke and a dance party and singing along in a group and climbing on tables to dance there AND I love the aesthetic of an elegant scholar and the idea of studying various subjects and being educated and mature AND I love the idea of goofing around and I want to go to a paintball and have a water pistol battle and I want to do silly things and experiments that just can not end well like putting things into a microwave AND I want to be all sarcastic and kinda like an outcast and insult people and wear black AND I want to be girly and wear dresses and pink and glitter and be bubbly and friendly and lovely and nice to people and always have cookies so I could offer them to others and be the sunshine kind of a person AND…

Like, some of the wants are contradictory so it doesn’t make sense to be all these people at once and in one moment I’m one of them and in the next I’m another but at the same time it’s all me?

I really hope this post will find others who feel like this too and can share their wisdom with me cause I have no idea what “be myself” even means rn

[hunterwritesstuff]

Who out of your OCs can be hugged.

Asking this because I would definitely hug someone!!

-🖥️🖇️

Let's seeee,,,categorizing this lol

Would be okay with being hugged:

Bitcrusher

Lotus(she's a kibbo, do you think she'd say no??)

Phoenix

Shaker

Crowbar(BUT WATCH OUT)

Dolly

Reeler

Reporter

Smoker(surprisingly)

Showy

Spindle

Mace(you will not survive. his hugs are really strong.)

Rolling Pin

Rubberhose

Aasimar

Retro Candy

Would be hesitant:

Paintball

DDR

Butterfly Knife

Shivers

Veneer

Butcher

Executioner

Vaporwave

Trident

Spider Morningstar

R4bbit

Claymore

Minigun

Would call you poor:

Baron

Ventura

Ice Halberd

Cherrybomb

Icepick

Paint Grenade

Would bite you:

Buzzsaw

Cipher

Twin Space Pistols

Ghostfire Dagger

Orinthian Mace

Intern

I think that should be everyone lol

[aevumisles]

hii mods <3 its me again . unless someone beat me to it , i'd like to app jinx from league of legends / arcane ?? her app can be found at /app or at the star link <3

You feel stillness and motion pressing upon you from all sides. From this, you are stirred, and spurred by your awakening, you step from the long quiet.

You, JINX, find yourself standing before the Temporal Tower, in a garden seemingly tucked away from the seasons of time. Still, people flock here beneath the borealis that lights the sky above, here to greet you. A Guardian approaches.

Hello young one…. and welcome to the Aevum Isles. Pleased, we are, to finally meet you! Preparations have been made for your arrival. We hope you will accept and cherish your time here.

You receive the following:

A House Key. Emblazoned upon it is: 108, ETERNA VILLAGE

A Standard Issue Phone. It lights up when it manifests in your hand.

A PAINTBALL PISTOL. The Guardian squints at you before casually mentioning that some creature named Creo just hates it when the museum floors need reworking~

Welcome to the Aevum Isles!

— Mod Leillis  🌸

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Could maybe do headcanons on Wendy and Michael(the goth kid) being cousins and Bebe being a boss at paintball?

i can try!!! also i agree, i love lemmy koopa haha

Wendy and Michael being cousins and Bebe being amazing at paintball includes…

Wendy and Michael being cousins

They’re probably like…step cousins I think

The only times they actually hang out is during family gatherings

tbh i feel like they don’t get along well

he probably told her that stan was a part of their emo group for a bit after they broke up

he probably keeps trying to get wendy to go goth

she probably dressed goth one time and stan nearly had a heart attack

they probably talk sometimes

they go to the same school and wendy probably just ignores him

but during family gatherings she’ll go through his socials and try to talk him out of posting emo quotes for no reason

overall they’re pretty tight

i can’t think of much for this i’m sorry :((

Bebe Stevens paintball headcanons

She’s really good with guns

I kinda headcanon she has an older brother?? He was maybe in college while the show took place

And he probably taught her how to shoot and such

She has a pistol

But she’s really great at paintball

So she probably invites most of the kids in the class to go paintballing with her

Cartman just came along because he found out the rest of the boys were going

so he probably thought ‘hey because bebe is a girl i can kick her ass’

He was out first

She dominated the paintball arena for sure

It probably came down to her and butters lmao

Butters was scared shitless and Bebe eventually won

Nobody fucks with her after that one