#so anger-inducing /pos

[djevelbl]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH YOU GO BOY !!! ESCAPE THOSE DAMNED VAMPIRES !!!!!!!

[cut-content-contest]

distilled emotions

It’s a cut mechanic, that likely would have worked like the confusion grenades from the first game. They were distilled emotions thrown at targets to induce that emotion. Bottled love, sadness, anger, joy, more. There’s a ton of cut dialogue for this- different characters reactions to being hit with different emotions.

This mechanic would have allowed the player to obtain bottles of pure distilled emotions, anger, sadness, and love specifically, which seem to have primarily been used to get more character dialogue? It's unclear if there were plans for any sort of application outside of this, but either way I'm still so sad they had to scrap it. It got cut mostly due to time and budget constraints that came up during the worst of the COVID pandemic in 2020, but there are still a ton of voice lines left behind that people have found of characters responding to the different emotions. The fact these didn't make it into the final game is CRIMINAL because there are some characters who do NOT get enough exploration and these lines add so much to their characterization. Like, some characters who act like jerks? Their cut lines give a deeper insight to WHY they're jerks and it's so much more compelling. I really wish this mechanic made it in the final game.

Li-Po document

The document contained most of the character's background information during the development of the game. Most of this information was changed or wasn't presented in the final game. For example, most of the characters with levels got their backstories presented in-game via memories, they had differences to the Li-Po backstories, but were actually present in-game. The rest of the characters who don't have a dedicated level didn't get their backstories revealed or presented in-game.

wiki link: https://psychonauts.fandom.com/wiki/Li-Po_Backstory_Document

[brandyllyn]

War makes thieves, and peace hangs them (pt7)

Told from POV of Triple Frontier characters and while it’s an OFC she is never described. Her “name” is a radio handle. So it could be you…

Chapter 7: Pope and Wildcat are both pissed off at each other. There are probably better ways to deal with that than they choose.

(Santiago Garcia x Reader)

Other chapters... My Masterlist

Word count: 2600. Read it on AO3.

Rating: NC-17 (Hella Explicit) violence. fighting kink. probably BDSM to be honest. bondage again. use of safe words. PiV sex.

"What do you mean we can’t sell them?"

Santi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. They were crowded into Ben’s room again, computer open on the bed by his hip with the plans they had stolen. Frankie was nursing a black eye and refusing to talk to anyone about what happened. Thus far, Santi has been too pissed off to push.

"Don’t be a dumbass Benny," Wildcat’s voice. He studiously avoids looking at her. "Do you know how much diamonds are actually worth?"

"When I was looking at rings for my last girl I know they cost a shitload," Ben bites back. "And you even said that was fifty kay worth."

"To the right buyer, yeah. Do you happen to have an in on the diamond market?" Ben doesn’t answer and she goes on. "Ironhead? Fish? Po- No one? Then yeah, these are basically worthless for cash." She picks a few up and he can see her hand move in the corner of his vision. "The only person I know of might offer about ten grand for the bunch. If we’re lucky." She sighs and lets them fall back to the bed in a shower of sparkles. "We’re better off dividing them up and y’all making jewelry for your moms. Wives. Whatever."

He glances her way at that but she’s as studiously avoiding looking at him as he is at her.

"Fuck," Ben mutters.

"That’s not the problem," Santi breaks in to the conversation. "The problem is that was a shitshow back there. What the fuck happened. Fish?"

Frankie looks up and lowers the icepack from his eye. "Some pendejo wanted to start a fight with me. Caught me right as we were wrapping up. I had a crowd, couldn’t get away."

"Why the fuck was someone starting a fight with you?" This from Will, another person Santi had been avoiding looking at.

Frankie hesitates then raises the icepack up again. "I don’t fucking know man. Didn’t like my face?"

"And you two?" Santi turns his gaze on Will who meets his eyes from beneath lowered brows. "What happened to the revised extraction? You fucking went off-book."

Will points at Wildcat and Santi can hear her sigh before she says, "There were two pain points. One I saw in the house, the other on the street. I improvised."

"You improvised?" He turns on her now.

"Yeah, I improvised." She crosses her arms and doesn’t break eye contact with him. "Your intel on the house was off, there was no way I was getting into the safe room and out without someone knowing so I left a trail. Took some stones. They needed a reason and I gave them one."

"And that stunt on the street?" he keeps his voice level. Calm.

"If the mark realized he didn’t have his keys it would have also blown it. So I put them back when I snatched his watch."

He narrows his eyes, thinking. Then he nods. "I don’t like it. It’s too messy. But we’ll have to wait and see if it worked." She nods back and the tension in the room seems to go down a notch. "Now about after…"

"Whoa," Will raises a hand up, pushing off from the wall with the other. "Look, we got away. We didn’t get shot. And we got the data. I think we can call that a win and be done for tonight. I’m getting a beer. Ben?"

Ben shoots a glance among them and then nods following Will from the room, Frankie follows close behind. Wildcat tails them and then raises a questioning eyebrow back at him.

Santi shuts the computer, coming to his feet. "You," he points at her, "with me."

He’s halfway down the hall before it occurs to him that maybe his hotel room isn’t the best place for this conversation. But he’s too keyed up to think of another, his anger roiling just below the surface.

"Are you going to talk to me?" She asks from over his shoulder and he doesn’t turn around, just lets his long stride eat up the ground to his door.

"I’ll talk to you in fucking private."

"You’re pissed at me?" She sounds incredulous. "I don’t believe this. You’re pissed at me."

"You’re goddamn right I am," he turns on her, sees her take a step back. "You planning on just fucking your way through my team? Benny’s the only one left, but then again you already know each other don’t you?"

If he’d been even the tiniest bit less mad he’d have seen it coming. That’s what he tells himself anyway. He would have seen her move before she was on him, digging her fingers into the pressure point under his arm and forcing him back against the wall with her other hand digging into his carotid artery.

"Listen to me you son of a bitch," she bites every word off, fingers pushing upwards until he’s on tiptoe to get away from it. "For the last time, I never fucked Frankie. And I didn’t fuck Will. And I don’t really have any interest in fucking Benny to be honest. But if I wanted to you’d have no right to stop me. Or to be a fucking ass about it."

She releases him and steps back in one motion, brushing her hair away from her face. She’s pissed. He can tell that much. Her chest heaving, her jaw tense. Her nostrils are flared and he’d bet fifty grand in diamonds that her heartbeat was well over a hundred beats per minute. He doesn’t even think. Just reaches out and grabs her by the shirtfront, searching behind him for the door handle with his other hand. Hauling her to him until their mouths clash together and he pulls her back into his room, kicking the door shut.

Her nails rake down his neck and he flinches, pulling away from her and grabbing her hand with one of his. Holding her wrist in a too-tight grip. Her arm flexes, curves, and then she’s digging her fingers into the muscles of his bicep and he grimaces at the pain but refuses to move where she pushes. He takes her by the throat instead, pushing her to the wall and kissing her again. Feels her tongue move against his. The soft choke of her breath when he presses her windpipe. She doesn’t release his muscle, just skims her other hand into his hair and pulls hard. The full body shiver that induces nearly makes his knees give out.

It’s the work of a moment to kick her feet apart, to shove his knee between her thighs. She bites at him and he groans at the sharp sting of it. The hand on his bicep moves up to his shoulder and she hoists herself upwards, wrapping her legs around his waist. He drops one hand under her ass to hold her steady, keeping the other pressed to her throat.

"You don’t want Frankie to fuck you," he growls into her mouth. "And you don’t want Will to fuck you, or Benny." His teeth catch her lower lip and he pulls, feeling the flesh stretch and slide before releasing. He presses harder to her neck, "Just who do you want to fuck you?"

It was his fault, really, for thinking he was in control. For thinking that there was any part of this where he had the upper hand. She reaches up and grips his forearm, using it for leverage as she twists her body and the next thing he knows she’s upside down with her thighs around his head and he’s flipping forward into the air. He lands on his back with a heavy thud, air rushing out of him in a whoosh. He’d have been worried about head trauma but she still has her thighs wrapped tight around him and he’s not sure he’s getting enough oxygen to worry about a concussion. He wrenches a hand between his neck and her thigh, giving himself a gasp of air before she tightens her hold and he sees stars.

"You’re a fucking piece of work, you know that Pope?" she’s growling, holding one of his hands above his head and bending it an angle he’s not particularly fond of. "I offer myself to you on a fucking silver platter and this is what I get? Petty jealousy? Some big man feelings? Grow the fuck up." She pulls on his arm again and Santi is done.

She’s not in it to kill him, he’s counting on that. So when he flips his legs up and over he relies on the fact that she’ll release his head rather than risk breaking his neck. Thankfully he’s right and she does. His knee lands on her chest, knocking the air out of her. He feels a little bad about it but the quick kidney punch she gives him drives any apology straight out of his head. She wraps one arm around his thigh but he’s faster - has the advantage of knowing what he’s going to do in advance and he shifts his weight to his other knee and flips her over.

Now he’s got a knee on the center of her back, jerking her arms behind her and holding them up by her shoulder blades. It is not a comfortable position, he can see her trying to bow her back to relieve the pressure on her arms, but he presses more of his weight down.

"Now listen to me kitten-" His words are cut off and his vision goes white for a second. She fucking kicked him in the back of the head. How the hell had she done that? How fucking flexible was this woman? He ducks to the side just in time, her boots closing uselessly on the air where his neck had been. He shifts to the side, one knee still on her back, the other on her wrists. Where he can keep an eye on her legs. He puts his full weight on her, only letting up when he can hear her straining to breathe.

"Now," he runs one hand through his hair, catching his breath, "let’s talk about this silver platter."

"Fuck you," she wheezes.

"I am really hoping for that, yes," he replies good-naturedly, staring down at her body. He glances around the room. His flexi-cuffs are on the other side of the bed with the rest of his gear. Belt it is again then.

It’s a lot harder when she’s not cooperating, nor does it help that the belt doesn’t want to stay taut. He holds it with one hand as he moves off of her, using his grip to steady her and supporting under her elbow with the other. He brings her to her knees first, then raises her to her feet. "Alright kitten," he starts but she turns on him. Reflexively his hand tightens on the belt and he can see the flash of pain cross her face as her shoulders are pulled. But then she fucking head-butts him and all bets are off.

He kicks one of her feet out from under her, tossing her to the bed when she loses her balance and following her down, knee once again pressed to her back. He jerks at her pants with his free hand, yanking them and her underwear down to her knees, then past them to pool around her ankles. Reaching between her thighs he groans at how slick and wet she is, pushing two fingers roughly inside her.

"Do you remember my name?" It’s the only check-in he’s going to give her. He presses his fingers up inside her. Feels her clench, her body shudder. "What’s my name?"

"Santiago," she groans and he pulls her up to her knees.

"Anything else?"

"Just. Fucking. Santiago."

It’s enough. He holds his belt in one hand, twisting the leather so it’s tight on her wrists and releasing his cock with his other hand. A condom from his pocket which he awkwardly puts on and then he pushes himself inside her and doesn’t stop until his hips are pressed to her ass. He doesn’t give her time to think, time to get used to him. Just pulls out and thrusts back into her. Setting a brutal pace that makes his toes curl.

But it must be doing something for her because she’s crying out, face twisted somewhere between pain and pleasure. She’s trying to adjust her position and he leans forward, over her back, capturing her bound hands between their bodies. Now he can press one fist to the comforter by her face, slide his other around her body and search through her slick folds until he finds her clit. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t stroke it gently. Just pinches it and rolls it between two fingers and she fucking comes instantly.

He can barely keep fucking her through it. Her body is so tight as she fights for her own pleasure. He can feel the roaring in his ears, the way his balls draw up and then he’s cursing, pulling out and jerking the condom off so he can come on her. Watch it pool against the exposed skin of her lower back, the pattern of it against her shirt, the sticky ropes that go all the way down to drip off her fingertips. He’s shaking, cock in his hand, still leaning over her, trying to catch his breath. He can see a bead of sweat drop from his brow to her shoulder.

She shudders and he sees the flash of pain on her face. The twist of her shoulder and he curses, reaching for the belt on her wrists and releasing it, massaging her arms as she slowly lowers them down to the bed. She gathers them under her, using them for leverage to hoist her body forward until she’s flat on her stomach. Her pants are still around her ankles, her shirt rucked up and his cum slowly drying on her skin and fuck if it’s not the sexiest goddamn thing he’s ever seen.

He twists off the bed, staggering a little as his legs fight to support him. He’s getting fucking old. He drags himself into the bathroom, taking care of the condom and washing his hands before wetting a washcloth. He catches sight of himself in the mirror - can see a bruise forming on his chin from where she head-butted him. Well, that will be a fun story to tell tomorrow.

He walks back out and has to bite back a smile. She hasn’t moved so much as an inch. Doesn’t even when the bed dips down and he slowly wipes his cum off her ass, reaching up under her shirt to wipe her down and then gently pulling her arms from under her one by one to clean each finger meticulously.

"Are we ever going to figure out how to fuck like normal people?" The words are more rhetorical than anything and he doesn’t really expect her to answer.

She does anyway of course, mumbling into the pillow, "Seems overrated."

He laughs, tossing the washcloth into a corner. "Pants on or off?"

"Am I staying?"

He doesn’t hesitate. "Yes. Pants on or off?"

"Off."

He pulls her boots off, then her pants, sliding her panties back up at her direction. He loans her one of his shirts and she manages to sit up long enough to trade her cum-stained one for his. He strips down to his briefs and slides under the sheets, holding them up with one arm out, beckoning her into his embrace. He can see her reticence but he just cocks and eyebrow and she rolls her eyes as she slides in next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"You’re lucky I wasn’t willing to break your neck," she mumbles.

He chuckles, stroking one hand down her arm. Her pillow talk needed some work but he could help with that.

Pt8

[undergroundmusicmachine]

Explaining music: Crapcore

This music is made to shock and gross out, if you decide to investigate expect disturbing imagery and lyrics. 

 Shitcore is a pretty wide genre. It's about songs that sound bad, with low quality effects, annoying riffs and vulgar lyrics. If a song has any of this, you can call it shitcore or crapcore. Going down this rabbit hole I found out that Crazy Frog and Darude sandstorm are both shitcore. Although they’re not quite as much so as the artist who created and popularized the genre: Passenger of shit (PoS). 

 While many songs can be considered crapcore, the original genre and artists have a more specific and identifiable sound. Imagine speedcore, breakcore, EDM, hard punk, screamo and extreme shock value lyrics in a song and you’ve got crapcore PoS style. 

The themes of his music are usually genital related mixed with gross out stuff like mentions of tapeworms and human waste. Often the awful lyrics are juxtaposed and represented in the music tone, and this is in almost all his songs. Drastic shifts in tone mean that you might be hearing a happy sounding melody in one second and the next you’re listening to cultists having a mosh pit concert. Often the only consistency a PoS song has is the gross lyrics.

The thing is, although the first time I heard it I laughed my ass off at the lyrics “Staple tapeworms on my p*nis”, eventually I started to tune out the gross screaming, tempo and lyrics and it became quite enjoyable. The trick to it is to not take the music too seriously, because I think that's the way it’s meant to be heard. Maybe there’s other ways to enjoy it as well, like anger fuel although it’s pretty hard to keep a straight face, but maybe that’s just from my childish sense of humour.

 There’s no deep meaning in the lyrics themselves, instead the artistic value comes from what the songs represent: anger, cynicism, nihilism and specially nonconformity. I consider that more interesting than lyrical meaningfulness personally. The way he uses annoying sounds, tonality and exaggerated screaming. This isn’t far from other punk and metal genres, although I feel like it mocks those genres rather than taking it seriously, which is where I get the idea of it being nihilistic and cynical from. 

 But the real difference from punk and metal comes in the way the song is edited to throw the listener in different directions every few seconds, like breakcore. This means the tone of the melody changes drastically and frequently, causing the listener to be further drawn into the music in a similar way an alarm would. It makes it hard for the listener to think, at least to me it does. I find it similar to the feeling of having ADHD while trying to keep up a consistent stream of thoughts. 

What makes PoS enjoyable is the feeling of detachment from regular political correctness, the unusual but captivating melodies and the attention grabbing mixing style. It makes me forget about everything while I listen and spend some time not thinking and having existential crisis’.

If you enjoy the sound of this but it loses you with the gross lyrics, you might enjoy “Yuu Kobayashy & Kenji Ohtsuki’s Buta no Gohan” which is similar in style but with japanese lyrics and less shocking lyrics/ imagery.

 PoS is an Australian musician. He goes by many aliases:  Doodleinacacoon, Dungnob, MC Bushpig, MC Poodick, Scortch1, Stapledpenisgolum, Swift Treweeke who each make different kinds of music, although all equally shock inducing. He writes independently but has featured with other artists such as Virya Dadura Vamana, Sh*tting Wh*re, Stella Rabbit, Ethereal Girl, Lil Panini and Todd Congelliere & Justin Pearson.

He also owns both S*ht W*nk Records and Butcher Harem Productions where you can find more similar shitchore, breakcore, speedcore, harsh noise and rap, which are performed by groups he’s been part of. These groups include Odiusembowel, where he’s the main singer or S****dal Rap *rgy which I believe has been disbanded.

Also I just want to say, this music is up on YouTube with unedited album covers which are NSFW to say the list, some videos are over 10 years old how are they still up?!

[woodyclawson]

( MILO VENTIMIGLIA + CISMALE ) —  Have you seen WAGNER ‘WOODY’ LAWSON ? This FORTY-ONE year old is a/an BARN MANAGER who resides in STATEN ISLAND. HE/HIM has/have been living in NYC for FOUR YEARS, and is/are known to be STEADY and HUMBLE, but can also be BLUNT and DISSONANT, if you cross them.  People tend to associate them with THE SMELL OF FRESH HAY and AGED WHISKEY

Name: Wagner ‘Woody’ Lawson

Age: Forty-One

Birthday: January 25, 1979

Sign: Aquarius

Neighborhood: East Kingsboro

Home: Quaint two-bedroom home with a small yard

Occupation: Barn Manager

Character Quote: “Sometimes I feel like Jesse James / Still tryin’ to make a name / Knowing nothing’s gonna change what I am” ~Troubadour by George Strait

Pos. Traits: Hard-Working, Steady, Humble

Neg. Traits: Blunt, Firm, Dissonant

Likes: farm work, aged whiskey, loping through the open country

Dislikes: people who push around others, well-done steak, warm beer

Aesthetic: tennessee whiskey, the smell of fresh hay, roping

Born in Tennessee Wagner Lawson was raised along the banks of Mississippi mud, never given a chance to be anything but the down-home country boy, which had always suited Wagner just fine. His daddy was a colt starter and former rodeo champion, having won national titles for roping and reining. From the moment Wagner could waddle he was following his daddy around everywhere, at first just watching as his father worked and as he got older helping with the chores himself. He found that spending time tending to the many horses cathartic and volunteered for just about any chore that would get him around them. Never once did he need to be asked to pitch in to do what was needed at the family ranch, from picking vegetables in the garden for his mama to helping his daddy check the cattle fences. As far as most childhoods go, his was pretty perfect. Sure, sometimes his dad drank too much and sometimes his mom just would not stop fussing over him, but he had no cause to complain.

His father, seeing his boy take an interest in horses at such a young age decided to help Wagner begin to follow in his footsteps. As a kid he enrolled Wagner in the pee-wee portion of rodeos where his wife would take pictures of the young boy struggling to stay on the back of a wildly running sheep, but in the end, he stayed on. He almost always did. With natural talent like that his father was quick to get his son started on the path to becoming a bull-rider. His mama threw fits and got into fights with his daddy, it was too dangerous, he could be hurt, killed even, but as he got older and started to have a mind of his own there was nothing that he wanted to do more. So he practiced, and practiced. By sixteen he was competing on broncs, a safer alternative to the bull, and was cleaning up at junior rodeos, his room becoming full of belt buckles, the tack room full of all the special made trophy tack he had won. But being bucked was far from his only talent. At age ten he had broke his very first colt and at twelve he was winning local roping competitions. He even became adept at helping his dad sort and catch cattle, something he was never fond of but did anyways as it was expected of him. Despite how it sounds, his childhood wasn’t all work. While never the best in school he managed to get passing marks and had a group of boys he roughhoused and fucked around with who were constantly getting him into trouble as a teenager.

Fast forward a few years and he was one of the hottest young bull riders to hit the circuit. But his career as a rider didn’t last as long as anyone would have hoped. The reason? He fell in love. Some would have called the pretty woman he fell in love with a buckle bunny, what with her affinity of dating all the big rodeo stars, but when him and her spent one night together the rest was history. Now twenty-two and married with a baby on the way, Wagner knew he could not be as hell mell as he had been for the past few years. He now had a family to think about; and so, he quit bull riding and switched exclusively to broncs. It was still dangerous, but the risks less than if he was on the back of a bull. Life went on and for the most part the little family was happy, until tragedy struck. On the night of his twenty-eighth birthday, with his wife and little girl in the stands, he overtightened the strap around his hand. At first everything seemed to be going well, he had one of his best times, but as he threw himself off the bucking bronco his hand caught. It was an instant disaster. The animal began to panic, bucking harder and higher, with Wagner hanging on for dear life. His only blessing was that the first hoof to his head knocked him out cold. He was rammed into the side of the fence and drug for minutes before those in charge of wrangling the horse were finally able to calm it down. In the midst of the chaos, his wife, fretting over her husband, had not noticed her daughter slip down through the stands calling out for her daddy. No one noticed her presence in the ring until it was too late. All it took was one wrong move from the frightened animal and the sunshine of Wagner’s life was no more.

The blow to Wagner’s own head had been so severe that he was kept in a medically induced coma for two-weeks, giving the wounded flesh time to heal. When he awoke, his whole world was shattered. He grieved, and as he did his grief turned to anger. Anger at the situation, anger at the long arduous healing process, and anger at himself. But all that anger had to go somewhere, and with the only person around during his recovery being his wife, she took the brunt of it. It took him a little over a year to fully heal physically, and during that time he began to develop a dependency on his pain medication. He spent his days sitting in front of the tv drinking beer after beer on top of the opiates as his wife worked in a small diner to try and keep the roof over their heads. One day, a year and half after the tragic accident, the woman had decided that she had had enough. She gave Wagner an ultimatum, get help or she was gone. It led to largest fight yet, a massive blowout that made it clear where Wagner stood.

At that point he was nearing thirty and with nowhere else to go moved back in with his parents. His father though older now was still tough as nails and no patience for his son’s pansiness as he called it. He put Wagner to work. Sober or not he was expected to help, and if he didn’t, God help him. At first he railed, his rage boiling over and eclipsing everything. Rather than argue with his son, the elder Lawson simply gave him a new task. It would be his only job- start the colts. It was something Wagner had used to excel at, but his anger and rage at the horse’s mis compliance made things difficult. The gentle animals became scared of him and began to lash out. One colt in particular, a beautiful bay, resented Wagner more than any of the others, and he let him know it. That was Wagner’s wake up call. He ended up forming a bond with that colt that pulled him out of his stupor and set him back on track. His special relationship with that animal also earned him a nickname, Woody, because wherever Woody went, Buzz followed. Buzz and Woody quickly began racking up wins in roping and reining competitions, and for the next years, Woody allowed himself to feel the happiness that had come into his life. The two traveled all over the countryside, with Woody picking up odd jobs such as stable hand or working cowboy. Until one competition where in the middle Buzz came up lame with an injury too bad to fix, leaving Woody the tough choice of having to put his beloved companion down.

That was four years ago. Woody now resides in Staten Island, working at the local equine therapy and riding lesson program center. He’s the barn manager, the one in charge of making sure the stable hands are doing their job and that the horses are receiving the correct care. It’s a big job, and one he takes seriously. Being around the majestic animals once more is helping him slowly heal, correctly this time, from all the bad that has happened to him. It is a hard road to hoe, but step by step he’s doing it. Perhaps one day he’ll once more be ready for a horse of his own.

[wxlawson]

[ WAGNER ‘WOODY’ LAWSON. 42. CISMALE. HE/HIM] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ THREE YEARS ] and are originally from [ TENESEE]. They are a [ MANAGER AT A DUDE RANCH ] and in their downtime love [ COLT STARTING ] and [ TAKING NAPS IN THE HAYLOFT ]. They look a lot like [ MILO VENTIMIGLIA] and live [ IN OASIS APTS ]

Name: Wagner ‘Woody’ Lawson

Age: Forty-Two

Birthday: January 25, 1979

Sign: Aquarius

Home: Quaint two-bedroom home with a small yard

Occupation: Manager at a dude ranch

Character Quote: “Sometimes I feel like Jesse James / Still tryin’ to make a name / Knowing nothing’s gonna change what I am” ~Troubadour by George Strait

Pos. Traits: Hard-Working, Steady, Humble

Neg. Traits: Blunt, Firm, Dissonant

Likes: farm work, aged whiskey, loping through the open country

Dislikes: people who push around others, well-done steak, warm beer

Aesthetic: tennessee whiskey, the smell of fresh hay, roping

~bio~

Born in Tennessee Wagner Lawson was raised along the banks of Mississippi mud, never given a chance to be anything but the down-home country boy, which had always suited Wagner just fine. His daddy was a colt starter and former rodeo champion, having won national titles for roping and reining. From the moment Wagner could waddle he was following his daddy around everywhere, at first just watching as his father worked and as he got older helping with the chores himself. He found that spending time tending to the many horses cathartic and volunteered for just about any chore that would get him around them. Never once did he need to be asked to pitch in to do what was needed at the family ranch, from picking vegetables in the garden for his mama to helping his daddy check the cattle fences. As far as most childhoods go, his was pretty perfect. Sure, sometimes his dad drank too much and sometimes his mom just would not stop fussing over him, but he had no cause to complain.

His father, seeing his boy take an interest in horses at such a young age decided to help Wagner begin to follow in his footsteps. As a kid he enrolled Wagner in the pee-wee portion of rodeos where his wife would take pictures of the young boy struggling to stay on the back of a wildly running sheep, but in the end, he stayed on. He almost always did. With natural talent like that his father was quick to get his son started on the path to becoming a bull-rider. His mama threw fits and got into fights with his daddy, it was too dangerous, he could be hurt, killed even, but as he got older and started to have a mind of his own there was nothing that he wanted to do more. So he practiced, and practiced. By sixteen he was competing on broncs, a safer alternative to the bull, and was cleaning up at junior rodeos, his room becoming full of belt buckles, the tack room full of all the special made trophy tack he had won. But being bucked was far from his only talent. At age ten he had broke his very first colt and at twelve he was winning local roping competitions. He even became adept at helping his dad sort and catch cattle, something he was never fond of but did anyways as it was expected of him. Despite how it sounds, his childhood wasn’t all work. While never the best in school he managed to get passing marks and had a group of boys he roughhoused and fucked around with who were constantly getting him into trouble as a teenager.

Fast forward a few years and he was one of the hottest young bull riders to hit the circuit. But his career as a rider didn’t last as long as anyone would have hoped. The reason? He fell in love. Some would have called the pretty woman he fell in love with a buckle bunny, what with her affinity of dating all the big rodeo stars, but when him and her spent one night together the rest was history. Now twenty-two and married with a baby on the way, Wagner knew he could not be as hell mell as he had been for the past few years. He now had a family to think about; and so, he quit bull riding and switched exclusively to broncs. It was still dangerous, but the risks less than if he was on the back of a bull. Life went on and for the most part the little family was happy, until tragedy struck. On the night of his twenty-eighth birthday, with his wife and little girl in the stands, he overtightened the strap around his hand. At first everything seemed to be going well, he had one of his best times, but as he threw himself off the bucking bronco his hand caught. It was an instant disaster. The animal began to panic, bucking harder and higher, with Wagner hanging on for dear life. His only blessing was that the first hoof to his head knocked him out cold. He was rammed into the side of the fence and drug for minutes before those in charge of wrangling the horse were finally able to calm it down. In the midst of the chaos, his wife, fretting over her husband, had not noticed her daughter slip down through the stands calling out for her daddy. No one noticed her presence in the ring until it was too late. All it took was one wrong move from the frightened animal and the sunshine of Wagner’s life was no more.

The blow to Wagner’s own head had been so severe that he was kept in a medically induced coma for two-weeks, giving the wounded flesh time to heal. When he awoke, his whole world was shattered. He grieved, and as he did his grief turned to anger. Anger at the situation, anger at the long arduous healing process, and anger at himself. But all that anger had to go somewhere, and with the only person around during his recovery being his wife, she took the brunt of it. It took him a little over a year to fully heal physically, and during that time he began to develop a dependency on his pain medication. He spent his days sitting in front of the tv drinking beer after beer on top of the opiates as his wife worked in a small diner to try and keep the roof over their heads. One day, a year and half after the tragic accident, the woman had decided that she had had enough. She gave Wagner an ultimatum, get help or she was gone. It led to largest fight yet, a massive blowout that made it clear where Wagner stood.

At that point he was nearing thirty and with nowhere else to go moved back in with his parents. His father though older now was still tough as nails and no patience for his son’s pansiness as he called it. He put Wagner to work. Sober or not he was expected to help, and if he didn’t, God help him. At first he railed, his rage boiling over and eclipsing everything. Rather than argue with his son, the elder Lawson simply gave him a new task. It would be his only job- start the colts. It was something Wagner had used to excel at, but his anger and rage at the horse’s mis compliance made things difficult. The gentle animals became scared of him and began to lash out. One colt in particular, a beautiful bay, resented Wagner more than any of the others, and he let him know it. That was Wagner’s wake up call. He ended up forming a bond with that colt that pulled him out of his stupor and set him back on track. His special relationship with that animal also earned him a nickname, Woody, because wherever Woody went, Buzz followed. Buzz and Woody quickly began racking up wins in roping and reining competitions, and for the next years, Woody allowed himself to feel the happiness that had come into his life. The two traveled all over the countryside, with Woody picking up odd jobs such as stable hand or working cowboy. Until one competition where in the middle Buzz came up lame with an injury too bad to fix, leaving Woody the tough choice of having to put his beloved companion down.

The loss of his friend sent Wagner ass-first back into the destructive patterns of his life, drugs and alcohol once more waging war inside his body. Only this time he wasn’t a young man, and the substances were taking a heavy toll on his health, not that he cared. His parents, unable to reach him, packed his things and kicked him out. Woody’s father, unable to completely give up on his son, reached out to an old friend who owned a dude ranch an hour outside of LA. For over a year Woody lived there, forced to claw his way back to sobriety through back-breaking labor. The option was always there for him to quit the job, fend for himself, but the company of the horses and being the source of looking after their well-being brought him back from the brink much like it had the last time. A year and a half later he was completely back on the wagon, though he can be known to slip with the drinking whenever the subject of his daughter is brought to the forefront of his mind, mainly around birthdays, his and hers, as well as holidays. 

Wanting more independence Woody turned in his resignation, thanking his father’s friend for getting him back on his feet. Much to his surprise, rather than accept his two weeks notice, he offered Woody a promotion: to oversee the entire running of the dude ranch. It is a big job and one he takes very seriously, knowing that the overall welfare of the horses depends on him, even if he is no longer responsible for their day to day care. That was three years ago.

Since then he’s moved into an apartment at Oasis Apartments in Silver Lake, a place where he could have his freedom yet still manage his responsibilities. Anyone who’s ever been inside his apartment will say it looks like a country movie blew up, with saddles scattered on stands throughout the place and rodeo memorabilia hung up throughout, but for him, it’s the closet thing to home.

[dewitty1]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Gregory Goyle, Kreacher (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Post-Hogwarts, HP: EWE, House magic, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Falling In Love, Unusual Pets, Magical Theory, Frottage, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Community: hd_erised Summary:

When Grimmauld Place begins fighting against Harry’s ownership of it, he decides he needs help to train the historic home — but little does he expect that it’ll be Malfoy who’s most suitable for the challenge. However, as Malfoy and Harry get closer, Harry comes to understand that expectations aren’t always the best path by which to guide his heart — and in the process learns just what is needed to make a house a home.

Excerpt: Harry was going to kill whoever was shaking him.

He opened his eyes, then immediately shut them again, the vise that was wrapped around his head tightening as the light filtered in.

“I saw that, Potter,” Malfoy snapped, sounding entirely unsympathetic. The hand prodding his shoulder pulled away, and then a thin, foul-smelling vial was shoved under his nose. Harry’s stomach roiled; he reached out and took the vial, braced himself, and downed it in one swallow. Nausea swept over him, fierce and overwhelming, and the pounding in his head intensified for a few miserable moments before both faded to manageable levels.

“Thanks,” Harry croaked, turning over. He sat up, startled to realise that he and Malfoy were both in bed together. Still.

Fuck.

Malfoy rolled his eyes. “We didn’t shag,” he said flatly, but there was a hint of question to the statement. “I’d remember.”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed, then shut his mouth with a click when Malfoy’s blinking went into overdrive. “I mean, no, yeah, we didn’t. I had to–”

“Use my loo; I know. But I woke up and you were–” Malfoy faltered, gaze sliding away.

“I was what?” Harry asked, sure he didn’t want to know.

“In bed with me,” Malfoy finished.

“You told me to,” Harry said, irritated. He gripped the sheets in his fists, burying his hand in his lap to hopefully disguise his erection. Malfoy leaned back against the headboard of his bed, legs stretched out under him, doing nothing at all to disguise anything on his part, Harry noticed in his periphery. Harry resolutely didn’t look down. “I didn’t just invite myself, Malfoy.”

Malfoy jerked; he frowned darkly. “Last night, you called–” He shook his head and pressed his mouth into a tight line, rubbing a hand across his face, which still looked sleep-soft. He had a pillow-crease across one cheek. “I propositioned you.”

Harry swallowed. “You were drunk. And we’re... friends.”

“Well. Yes, I suppose.” He paused. “That’s why?”

“Why what?” Harry struggled to sit up more fully. He took a deep breath, wondering if this might just be one of the more bizarre, alcohol-induced dreams he’d ever had. He eyed Malfoy’s hand, absently stroking the inside of his forearm.

Malfoy glowered at him for a moment. “Nevermind, Potter. I’m just grateful that one of us – that you actually had the presence of mind for once to–”

“That’s why I said no,” Harry interrupted loudly. His chest felt tight, ribs constricting around his lungs. Malfoy gave him an unsure look and abruptly settled in the act of turning the climb out of bed. Then, lest Malfoy think it was a come-on, Harry added, “And we don’t– we live together. It’s a bad idea.”

He was sure it was. His cock might not, but it wasn’t in charge, no matter what kind of information it was trying to relay at the moment. With a sudden and irrepressible regret, he thought of Ginny last night, asking how long they’d be housemates for. Much too bloody long to start something only to have it grow awkward because Harry couldn’t keep it in his trousers. Stupid magical contract.

But then Malfoy’s eyes dropped; they lingered on Harry’s mouth for a long moment.

“It’s not so perverse, is it?” Malfoy asked, eyes gleaming.

“I don’t know,” Harry said. He cleared his throat, his torso angling closer, with a mind of its own. “Probably.”

“All right,” Malfoy murmured. “But I’m not going to be here forever, so do you care?”

“No,” wrenched forth from Harry’s lips before he could think about it; his voice broke in the middle the way it hadn’t since he was thirteen. “I mean–”

“Shut up, Potter,” Malfoy said, then closed the distance between them.

Malfoy’s mouth was soft, his lips slightly parted. His breath felt warm and moist against Harry’s skin before he slanted his mouth over Harry’s with a gentle, almost curious touch. 

Harry kissed him back automatically, lips seeking more contact, one hand coming up to touch Malfoy’s jaw and splay his fingers out over it. 

Malfoy’s knuckles brushed over Harry’s breastbone lightly, and if the kiss was– was sweeter than Harry had previously imagined it would be, it was no less exciting for all that. 

He heard a muffled groan and realised it was coming from his own throat as Malfoy slipped his tongue into Harry’s mouth and stroked Harry’s. 

He tasted of mint, like he’d dosed himself with a breath charm after taking the potion, and Harry shuddered suddenly, his cock jerking against the front of his bottoms and growing to full hardness. 

He reached to pull Malfoy closer, but Malfoy pulled away, panting shallowly.

“All right,” he said again. Breathless, lips tingling, Harry watched him narrowly. Malfoy glanced away.

“All right what?” Harry said, voice coming out husky. It irritated him; it was too telling, when Malfoy looked as cool and unflustered, as if they’d kissed every day for the last ten years, but for the tinge of pink spreading high and sharp over his cheekbones. “What did this–”

Mean, Harry wanted to demand. But the word wouldn’t come, and maybe the answer didn’t matter much, anyway.

“I’m not sure,” Malfoy admitted with a rough laugh. He idly stroked his hand over his stomach, looking thoughtful. Harry bunched his hands in his lap tighter and Malfoy unexpectedly reached out and slapped the top of his thigh. Harry started. “Come on, then.”

“Come on where?” Harry said, bewildered and aroused near to the point of anger.

“Come on and get out of my bed,” Malfoy said, his eyes somehow managing to make it sound like an invitation to strip down and stay in it. He got up, grabbing a dressing gown that had been tossed over the back of a wing chair, and shrugged it on. “We’re going to train your House.”

Harry looked at him and didn’t move. Malfoy raised his eyebrows expectantly, and Harry huffed. “I need a minute. To shower and such.”

“I don’t have all day, Po–” He stopped. Cleared his throat. It looked like he was trying not to laugh, and Harry glared at him, cursing his instinctive physical response and the fact that Malfoy seemed to have no issue displaying his — or climbing out of bed at a pivotal moment.

 “Of course. You should shower. I can smell the whiskey seeping from your pores from here. Go have a shower.”

Harry pursed his lips at the implicit challenge. He met Malfoy’s eyes and gave a mental shrug — because he’d be fucked if he’d let Malfoy stand there with that excessively smug expression writ across his naturally smug features — then tossed the blanket he was clutching away from himself. And... there it was, poking against his flannel bottoms like it was determined to say hello to the world. Harry stood up, controlling a wince when his cock tented out his bottoms further, and — with all of the nonchalance he could muster — walked past Malfoy.

“Thanks. That’ll give me time to wank, too. Best way to start the morning,” he added, grinning when Malfoy made a tiny, incoherent sound behind him. “I’ll see you downstairs in twenty.”

[imaginedanganronpa]

What kind of super powers would the DR1 and UDG cast have?

Firstly, I cut it since it’s so long but it’s all there!Secondly, I only included Komaru and the Warriors of Hope in UDG.This took so long, and there’s a lot more in here than the other versions so they’re a little shorter. I hope you like it!

The Superpowers The DR1 and Ultra Despair Girls Casts Would Have!

SDR2 Version | V3 Version

Makoto Naegi

Superpower(s): Hope Inducement, Fate ImmunityHope Inducement: The ability to induce Hope into others.Fate Immunity: The power to be immune to the course of fate.

Makoto’s powers counter that of Junko Enoshima’s.

He can induce Hope into others through means of mind control and other psychicabilities. With that said, he’s also immune to normal mind control.

He radiates Hope and induces anyone who comes into contact with him orsurrounds him with it, using that driving willpower to fight against crime andevil. Just being in the same room as him will cause you to feel his powers.

He naturally induces Hope, simply being around him will affect you and he won’t even have to do anything; Makoto can also purposefully induce Hope into a target as well if needed.

Targets with stronger willpower will take more effort and energy to induce.

Fate Immunity also comes in handy since he is able to change the course of hisown fate and others, using it as a method to protect himself and loved ones.

Makoto has used this power to cheat death multiple times and any time thingslook bad for him, he can simply alter reality and his own destiny. He doesn’thave entire control over what happens but can use it to avoid certainsituations.

Mind readers can predict his moves but cannot change them for his willpower is too strong, he isn’t easily induced or controlled.

He has also used Fate Immunity to save his comrades lives as well.

Kyoko Kirigiri

Superpower(s): Pattern Sense, Truth Detection Pattern Sense: The ability to perceive, analyze, and comprehend patterns.Truth Detection: The power to detect truths in any situation.

Kyoko’s powers are a gift and perhaps that explains why sheis such a phenomenal Detective.

Other than Enhanced Investigation which gives her an edge, she has PatternSense which improves her analytical and perceptive skills. 

She’s able to analyze crime scenes, including the chemical components ofevidence just by examining them, sense a suspect’s true nature and intentions,locate evidence more easily, calculate probabilities in the future and decipherthe world.

Her powers are linked to her brain and eyes, and it is a superhuman feat thatimproves her crime-solving capabilities. Kyoko is able to notice even thesmallest of details and often solves crimes within minutes and long beforeanyone else could.

Overall, her Detective powers go beyond that of a normal human.

It can be triggered randomly, which is linked to her strong gut feelings.

She also uses Truth Detection and can constantly sense credibility and falseinformation in any given situation; even if she hardly hears what was said andis an earshot away, she can immediately decipher whether or not said person islying, regardless of if they are a stranger or not. She can sense lies and can never successfully be deceived, even by those with Deception and Lying Superpowers.

It won’t work against brain-washed targets, but it does help Kyoko tell whenshe is in the presence of a shapeshifter or mind controller, etc.

Byakuya Togami

Superpower(s): Currency Generation, Monetary Empowerment Currency Generation: The ability to create currency out of thin air.Monetary Empowerment: The power to gain strength from money/currency.

The Togami family has a secret to how they’ve remained sowealthy, and that’s through the use of these powers that are passed down fromgeneration to generation.

With Currency Generation, Byakuya can create mounds of money on a whim ortransform objects into money through touch.

In essence, anything he touches turns to gold… literally. Although, he cannot turn living beings into currency.

And with Monetary Empowerment, he becomes faster, stronger, and more durablethrough wealth: the amount of wealth he possesses at any given time willdetermine these things. His strength, intelligence, and so on reflect in his wealth.

With that said, if he loses a lot of money then Byakuya and his powers canbecome weakened. He can lose strength, stamina, intelligence, reflexes and so on. 

He remains so strong through Currency Generation; every time his powers start to decline or dwindlehe simply generates more money out of thin air and regains his strength. 

Byakuya doesn’t have time to fight crime, much more interested in the personalgain and wealth he gets through use of his powers.

He never has to worry about becoming poor as well.

Celestia Ludenberg

Superpower(s): Trickster, Tactical Genius Trickster: The ability to play tricks and disobey the conventional rules ofbehavior.Tactical Genius: The power to have infallible tactics and strategy.

Celestia obtained her powers naturally and they have helpedher become a master gambler.

She has no use for crime fighting, using them for her own recreational purposesinstead. She falls between villain and hero, leaning more towards using her powers for benefit and mischief.

Through Trickster, she mocks authority and follows her own rules. Celestia iscunning and can use it in a variety of ways: fooling people into falling forher lies and deception, disguising herself to gain an advantage over others, orsimply tricking others into doing her bidding.

She doesn’t bother with immature tricks, instead using her power to play people into her hands, especially in Casinos.

Her charm and seduction has also helped her gain an advantage in this realm. 

With Tactical Genius, she can see through all and read people like books;perception, patterns, and information cannot slip past her – this is why she’ssuch a successful gambler.

Celestia can see through the card dealer and determine their moves as well as emitting an aura that deceives them into doing as she pleases. rigging games to her favor.

She is able to always be two steps ahead of everyone around her, predictingtheir strategy before even they know what their next move is.

Leon Kuwata

Superpower(s): Speed Throwing, Intuitive AptitudeSpeed Throwing: The ability to throw objects at extremely high speeds.Intuitive Aptitude: The power to instantly learn and understand the complexityand exactness of organisms, objects, etc. without the need of long-term ofspecial education.

Leon gained his abilities naturally. Intuitive Aptitude camefirst, which is something that runs in his blood-line; it’s why he was able topick up baseball so easily without having to go to practice.

He’s able to easily learn the mechanics of something, regardless of how simpleor complex. He tells people it’s just because he has a good gut and learns quickly.

It goes so much deeper than that, though. Leon has senses that a normal humandoesn’t have and is the main reason why he excels at just about everything hedoes.

And he can easily adapt to changes and whatever an enemy throws at him.

Speed Throwing was an ability he obtained through sports, particularlybaseball; it helped him with pitching. 

Depending on how large and heavy the object is that he’s throwing willdetermine its damage, and if he needs to he can impale enemies with pointedobjects.

A trail of fire is often seen following the objects he throws – if he can liftit, he can throw it.

Typically, Leon stays out of crime-fighting because it’s not his scene.However, he steps in when necessary. He doesn’t like fighting solo and refuses to call himself a hero, though.

Aoi Asahina

Superpower(s): Hydromancer, Whirlpool GenerationHydromancer: The power to manipulate and bend water.Whirlpool Generation: The ability to create whirlpools on a whim.

Aoi discovered the talent hidden within her whilst swimmingone day; ever since, her superpowers have caused her to be an even greaterswimmer than she was before.

More than that, she can create water at the tip of her fingers or manipulate and bend alreadyexisting bodies of water. Aoi is able to use them as attacks if she pleases,changing their consistency from liquid to strong and solid, hitting the targetwith a ton of force. 

She can also turn a stream of water into burning, scalding steam as an attack.

It’s very similar to Water-Bending in Avatar, moving them with her mind and hands. And the larger the body of water, the more powerful her attacks become.

She can also generate whirlpools inside of water or even out of thin air, almostlike a black-hole that sucks and traps enemies. It’s very violent and trains her energy, though. Once an enemy falls into a whirlpool, they won’t be able to escape and are at her mercy.

And she does use her powers for recreational use as well, improving herswimming, but she prefers using them for crime-fighting. She has enhanced herabilities so much that she can also freeze water if she pleases and control iceas well. She is working on freeze-breath, but for now she can just turn an already existing body of water into solid ice with just one touch.

Aoi is so talented that she’s mastered the art of Water-Healing as well, able to heal mortal wounds using her powers.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Superpower(s): Moral ManipulationMoral Manipulation: The ability to manipulate the boundaries between right andwrong.

Kiyotaka is incredibly torn between his superpowers: he is agenerally good person and the fact that he is able to essentially alter realityreally hurts him emotionally. 

With his powers, he is able to manipulate and shift the basic concept ofmorality. He can change what is viewed as good and right into wrongdoing andwhat is seen as evil or totally immoral into the right thing.

If he wanted to, he can make genocide seem perfect but healing someone in needcould cause anger and hatred.

It’s incredibly powerful and he understands the risks so he uses his powers sparingly and solely for good purposes.

Kiyotaka’s strong sense of justice sometimes gets in the way and he’ll bend the morals to seek justice, like a vigilante with superpowers.

If he knows someone is committing acts of moral wrongdoing but others refuse to see it, he can manipulate it and force them to see everything wrong in the world.

Although, he is hyper-sensitive to the evils that come with reality as well because of this, which drains his energy.

He can’t cause physical damage or attacks, only change others’ mentality.

His affects can be long-lasting and he can change the way we view certain things forever to adhere to his liking or only temporarily change the morals of a scenario.

But he’ll never change others’ opinions of himself to benefit his own moral standing because that isn’t right. He never alters things to make himself seem like a better person, even though he technically could. He feels like people don’t easily trust him since he could change their viewpoints with the snap of a finger.

Touko Fukawa

Superpower(s): Hidden Arsenal, Dagger Proficiency Hidden Arsenal: The ability to hide a large amount of weaponry within an item,clothing, or object.Dagger Proficiency: The power to possess great skill in wielding daggers andknives.

When she’s Touko, she really isn’t very extraordinary – atypical teenaged girl. When she shifts into Genocider, though, is wheneverything changes.

She used to be more like a super-villain but her intents have shifted. Toukoisn’t fond of her powers and she fears that people will think she’s a freak ifthey know, or worse – she’ll scare them away.

She has since learned how to use her powers as Touko and doesn’t limit herself to only using them when she is Genocider, but she often finds no use for them in her normal persona.

With Hidden Arsenal, she’s able to hide numerous weapons inside of her clothing– even those that are larger than the dimensions of her body. In itself, shecan turn herself into the weapon if she wanted to.

It’s also called Body Storage, and Touko’s carrying at least thirty weapons onher at all times – but you’d never be able to tell.

It’s normally for self-protection or protection of others.

Dagger Proficiency goes beyond simply being skilled with a blade – she has avaried fighting style and is a much more hands-on hero than most. A lot ofpeople don’t even view her powers as real powers.

Because of her powers, she is much more cunning and stealthy than your averagehuman.

Knowing that Genocider can be a little hard to control and unpredictable, Touko has begun fighting as herself and using her powers on her own terms but still somewhat fears usage of blades.

Mondo Oowada

Superpower(s): Hellfire, Vehicular CombatHellfire: The ability to control the fire from the depths of Hell.Vehicular Combat: The ability to be highly proficient with vehicles solelymeant for combat purposes.

Despite his attitude, Mondo uses his powers mainly for good. He’s a cocky superhero, though, and tends to get ahead of himself.

Hellfire and his powers in general are similar to that of Ghost Rider; sure, he cancreate flames from his hands and shoot fireballs from his palms, but what’s cooler than thatis surrounding his bike with flames and riding through the city on a flame-bike.

When he rides it, it leaves a trail of fire behind him – however, Mondo is immune togetting burned. 

His flames destroy anything they touch, and the color varies – mainly eithernormal flame colors or green. 

Hellfire is summoned from the depths of Hellitself and is hotter than normal fire.

Almost everyone, or at least the higher-up members, in the Crazy Diamondspossess this ability.

If he has to, he will use fire from his hands to fight. He loves scorching enemies with the hellish flames from his exhaust, though.

And Mondo can fight using his bike, with both the flames he creates that surround itand the armory stored within his bike. He is essentially able to use his bikeas a weapon in itself.

He has altered it to become a weapon and endure his Hellfire ability. He thinks of himself as a real-life Ghost Rider.

Sayaka Maizono

Superpower(s): Siren Song, Death SongSiren Song: The power to emit a sound that lures anyone who hears it towardsthe user.Death Song: The power to cause death by emitting sound.

Sayaka had always been a beautiful singer but a tragic accidentenhanced her abilities, thus giving her these powers.

She is prideful when it comes to her singing voice and is able to switch hernormal one on and off, so that she can sing normally if she wanted to withoutusing her powers.

Normal Sirens can only attract the opposite sex with their songs but Sayakahas obtained the ability to attract both sexes.

Anyone who hears her Siren songs will immediately become infatuated with herand unable to resist her; even if they wanted to run away from her, they wouldbe physically unable to.

Once you hear it, you are completely under her spell. A form of hypnosis; it is mesmerizing, those who hear it will fall under her bidding.

Sayaka can also use Death Song, so that anyone who hears it will die – she cantarget one person with it or several people in her vicinity, depending on the situation.

It causes a frequency so high that it destroys the brain of whoever hears it,of course Sayaka is immune to its effects.

She does use her powers for good, mainly taking out evil-doing men with them.

She’ll lure in her enemies with her Siren song, and once they are unable to get away, she’ll use Death Song to end their life.

Chihiro Fujisaki

Superpower(s): Digital Teleportation and Bionic PhysiologyDigital Teleportation: The power to teleport via digital data.Bionic Physiology: The power to use the abilities of a robot, machine, orweapon.

Chihiro gained these powers in a freak accident, involvingthe technology he’d been programming.

Now, he is able to literally become one with his technology.

All he has to do is run his hands along the technology he wants to teleportwith and activate his powers, and he will be able to use their programming andwires to teleport.

For example, if in a computer lab, Chihiro could teleport into one computer andthen move to the opposite side of the room, teleporting out of another. It’s the same as other forms of teleportation, only limited to digital methods.

It’s not limited to just computers though, he can also teleport through phones,machines; anything involving technology.

Bionic Physiology allows Chihiro to transform either his entire body or hislimbs into machines – although, it’s limited to the things he’s come intocontact with previously.

He can turn his arm into a weapon, for example. Although, he can short-circuitif he uses too much power at once; he also isn’t very comfortable with using weapons, not wanting to hurt anyone.

Once he teleports into something, he can use Bionic Physiology to control it as well.

Sakura Oogami

Superpower(s): Strength Absorption, Sense of StrengthStrength Absorption: The ability to steal/absorb the strength of others and addit to one’s own level of strength.Sense of Strength: The ability to know a target’s powers, skills and strengths.

Sakura is going to be a local hero, a face that everyoneknows and relies on and an ultimate crime-fighter.

She is humble, down-to-earth, and doesn’t always talk about her powers buteveryone knows what she is capable of. She insists that it’s nothing special.

With Sense of Strength, she can scan an enemy and immediately tell what powersthey possess and what their strengths and weaknesses are, as well as weak points. Sakura is then ableto use that against them - literally.

Combining that with Strength Absorption, she can alter their own abilities and manifestthem into herself, weakening them and making herself stronger so that there’s nowunbalanced skill levels.

She steals others’ physical power and drain away the enemy, adding it to her own strength and causing her to become more powerful. Since she is soskilled in combat, she is able to use her powers to defeat nearly any enemy shecomes across.

There is a limit to how much strength Sakura can take from others but that is alimit she has never reached.

She is incredibly moral and would never use her powers against innocentcitizens. And no matter what, Sakura is always going to rush head-first into a fight, never fearing her enemy.

Yasuhiro Hagakure

Superpower(s): DivinationDivination: The ability to gain insight into a question or situation using anoccultic, standardized process or ritual.

Yasuhiro always had these superpowers, born with them, butit took him a very long time to gain any sort of credibility. Everyone alwaysdismissed him or didn’t believe him when he said he had powers.

Since he’s been dismissed so many times, he typically stays out of the crime-fighting scene, feeling like a reject.

When he was younger, he was a lot less accurate; as he’s gained experience andage, he is able to precisely predict the past, present, and future as well asother methods of divination.

Yasuhiro is able to communicate with the supernatural and read patterns. He hasa ‘third-eye’ which he uses to see into the future or accurately predict thepast, causing him to read people like a book.

He’s also evolved into using Crystallomancy, particularly his Crystal Ball butGems as well, which he can use to see into the future, too.

Yasuhiro has also developed the ability of Precognition, a form of Divination;with this, he is able to perceive future events before they happen. He usesthis to prevent tragedies from happening and warn others of events to come and to predict the villains’ nextmoves.

He’s also capable of performing more ‘mundane’ acts; palm and aura reading, future-telling, and so on like a ‘normal’ psychic. 

And he has Mediumship, able to communicate with the dead as well. 

Junko Enoshima

Superpower(s): Despair Inducement, Mind ControlDespair Inducement: The power to induce a great sense of Despair into others.Mind Control: Control the minds of others.

Let’s be honest, Junko is going to be more of a Super-villainthan a Hero.

She was born with these powers which may be why she is titled the UltimateDespair. With her powers, Junko is able to cause feelings of Despair anddepression into others.

Unlike Makoto, she has to physically come in contact with someone to induce Despair.

The feelings she creates and implements into others makes them feel as if thereis no reason to live, encouraging hopelessness.The feelings she can create are so powerful that it can drive others to takingtheir lives.

Junko first tested out her abilities on her sister, Mukuro. Since then, the pair have worked together.

With Mind Control, she can cause total Despair – if someone chooses not tosubmit to her or somehow resists the inducement, all she has to do is controlthem into doing as she pleases.

Her victims have no recollection of what they said or did whilst beingcontrolled. This is how she gets people to do her dirty work.

Junko has also used Mind Control to force others into spreading her powers like a disease.

The Despair can last for however long she pleases, and she can cause it to become intensified at will or choose to release the individual from her Despair.

Hifumi Yamada

Superpower(s): X-Ray VisionX-Ray Vision: The power to see through objects or people.

If we’re being honest, he mainly uses it for his ownbenefit. I mean… getting to look through clothing, that’s a score.

Hifumi is even able to look through fictional objects… yes, including anime andmanga characters. It’s both a blessing and a curse but he’s not going to complain.

He has learned how to transform this into light-energy and cause laser-vision as wellbut has yet to gain control of that.

He can see within objects, through walls, and so on. It can also be used formedical purposes to see cancer, tumors, and so on. He will proclaim himself as a Hero but doesn’t really do anything to benefit others.

It can be triggered randomly so sometimes Hifumi will accidentally use it,causing a lot of embarrassing moments and seeing things he didn’t want to.

His eyes are special and look different than a normal human’s and he hides his powers through his glasses. Although, ithas improved his eyesight as well so he really doesn’t even need them anymore.

It does emit radioactive waves when using his powers which can cause harm/health concerns to himself and others if not used properly, so helimits his usage. Because of this, Hifumi doesn’t really fight crime.

Mukuro Ikusaba

Superpower(s): Four Horsemen Physiology Four Horsemen Physiology: The power to use characteristics of the Four Horsemenof the Apocalypse

This is a power Mukuro obtained during her time in the war;it was caused during a freak accident.

With it, she can control and create devastating apocalyptic powers. This is obviously used in her efforts to spread Despair throughout the world.

Mukuro can control Famine, Pestilence, Conquest, and War - if she isn’t careful, she can actually end the world as we know it.

She can bring Famine to anyone she pleases, draining their body of nutrients at an insanely rapid pace. She spreads Pestilence through touch, and her diseases cannot be cured. And Mukuro can control entire armies to do her bidding through War.

Junko loves that since causing the world to cease to exist is just so Despair-inducing!

Often times, she uses her powers under Junko’s command, whether it be intentionallyfollowing orders or if she’s put under Junko’s mind control.

But she restrains herself, not entirely wanting to end the world. Her abilities are arguably more powerful than her sister’s, and once combined, the villains are nearly unstoppable.

Nagisa Shingetsu

Superpower(s): Enhanced Wits and Intelligence Enhanced Wits and Intelligence: The power to have wits/intelligence far beyond that ofnormal members of one’s species.

His powers were given to him by his family. It actuallyscares Nagisa a bit because he fears knowing too much or intimidating others.

Sometimes he’ll downplay his intelligence in order to deceive his enemies in combat. Because of this, it’s hard to predict what he’s going to do.

Although, he isn’t very strong so he resorts to mentally defeating his opponents.

Nagisa is quick on his feet, clever, and able to adapt to changing surroundings.His intelligence surpasses a normal human’s and he can perform complex mentaloperations beyond the normal mind.

It takes little effort and once he sees or hears something for the first time,that information sticks with him for the rest of his life.

Nagisa has exceptional problem-solving skills and deduction, ultimately usinghis powers mainly for good purposes.

He is wise beyond his years and his super-human intelligence is something that no one, other than Nagisa himself, can fully comprehend.

Kotoko Utsugi

Superpower(s): Genre Embodiment, Self-Adaption Genre Embodiment: The power to become the embodiment of specific genres.Self-Adaption: The power to adapt to any situation and select the way oneadapts.

Kotoko has used her powers to gain leverage in life andprogress her acting abilities. 

Genre Adaption allows her to master any form ofacting and genre whatsoever, causing her to become a great actress. Although,drama is still her favorite. 

Because of this, she’s also able to easily fool others with her genre-capabilities, bringing them into real-world scenarios rather than just on-stage plays. Kotoko is extremely deceptive and cunning.

This is used for her own benefit while she uses Self-Adaption to help others.

Kotoko is already a skilled fighter and she is able to adapt to any surroundingswith this ability. Virtually anything she may face can be altered to benefither.

She can adapt her body to become stronger or withstand certain elements, andshe’s gained many resources enabling her to survive.

She is a hands-on combat Hero and uses this to handle anything that her enemiesmay throw at her.

Kotoko can adapt to anything and thus, making her extremely hard to kill.

Monaca Towa

Superpower(s): PersuasionPersuasion: The ability to control people with the power of one’s own voice.

Unlike Junko Enoshima who uses Mind Control, Monaca usesPersuasion to command and control others with her voice.

She, too, will be more likely to become a Villain instead. She uses herpersuasion to get people to do as she pleases, bowing down to her and gaining asuperiority complex because of it.

Monaca often thinks she’s better than her ‘servants’ as she calls them.

Her targets are unable to disobey, no command is too much to handle when underher spell, as long as the target under her Persuasion is capable of carrying out said command. She often uses this to bring people into Despair as well, siding with Junko.

She is still young so she has yet to master everything involving her powers,but once she reaches a high-level she can eventually persuade people into harmingor killing themselves or others.

There are limitations, she cannot persuade someone into doing something theyare not capable of: for example, if she were to persuade someone who does notknow how to swim to go into the ocean, her powers would falter and fail.

It’s a lesser form of hypnosis strictly using her own voice. She finds amusement out of commanding others to do her bidding, somewhat still childlike and abusing her powers as well.

Masaru Daimon

Superpower(s): Super-Human Speed and StaminaSuper-Human Speed and Stamina: The ability to be supernaturally faster and moredurable than the average human.

He’s always had these superpowers and he loves them, usingthem to gain a lead in athletics. Since Masaru is still a kid, he typicallyabuses his powers and doesn’t always use them for good purposes, finding ways to use them for mischief.

He more-so wants to have fun with them than anything else.

He is glaringly faster than any other human, able to run at nearly the speed oflight. 

He’s used this to pull pranks on people before, obviously.

If he accelerates too quickly, he can become severely damaged in the process. Ashe gets older and more experienced, he will become more immune to accelerationbut that’s a skill he has to learn.

And with Super-Human Stamina, Masaru is more durable than your average humanand he doesn’t get tired. He can push himself past his limits and not feel anykind of repercussions.

When he goes too fast, he can’t hear anything other than the wind passing himby. Luckily, Masaru can run for hours and fight for longer than his othersuperhero companions due to his enhanced stamina.

Komaru Naegi

Superpower(s): TelekinesisTelekinesis: The ability to manipulate objects and matter with her mind.

Komaru thought she was an average high-school girl, notrealizing what powers hid within her for a long time. Apparently, she’s alwayspossessed them and didn’t know.

She can influence objects with her mind, controlling them towards her or direct them at enemies. She can use objects as weapons, projecting them attargets just by standing still.

Nothing is off-limits: it doesn’t matter how heavy an object is, her telekinesis is so advanced thatshe can lift anything with her mind, including the enemies themselves.

Komaru had become so skilled with her psychic abilities that, using her trustyMegaphone Gun, she can also transmit that telekinetic psychic energy intowavelengths and use the frequencies in her mind as a physical weapon, shootingthem like sound-waves at her opponents.

She will definitely be one who wants to fight-crime, thriving to be a local Hero and protect others.

Although, if she uses too much telekinesis or exhausts her usage of telekineticwaves with the Megaphone, she can get a headache and drain her energy.

Komaru also uses it for mundane purposes in her free-time; what’s better than being able to lift the remote and bring it to you without ever getting up off the couch?

Jataro Kemuri

Superpower(s): Art ManipulationArt Manipulation: The power to manipulate art.

Jataro can create, shape, and manipulate art and the mediasused to create them. Although, since he is still young he hasn’t yet masteredhis powers.

He refrained from using them for quite some time because he thought it made hima freak and feared rejection. Only recently has he begun to open up to hisabilities.

Jataro is limited to already-existing artworks, not able to create them out ofthin air. He mainly only manipulates his own since he doesn’t want to ruinanyone else’s hard work.

Its power also depends on the media that the artwork was made from.

He can move and manipulate paint, pencils, and other art medias telepathically and create works of art without ever lifting a finger.

Jataro wants to side with crime-fighting but thinks his powers are pretty useless, so he mainly sticks with the benefits he gets and uses them to improve his own artwork.

 - Mod Rantaro

[kpirolo3]

Life is but a dream only this is sleep-deprived-drug-induced sleep paralysis and your personal demon is choking you, your sex life is kinda dry nonexistent so tbh its turning you on. Fuck its 2020 lets roll with it. You fuck around and get attached (dumb bitch r u FR??) only demon boi retreats to the fiery depths of hell bc youre kinda clingy & annoying and if we are being real ur a fucking mess but he promises hes got u w the hookup on your next demon. Well homie didnt come thru with the hookup (we are NOT shocked) bc replacement bae had some serious unresolved anger issues and coincidentally yet unfortunately but also ironically you look IDENTICAL to his POS mom so he snapped ur neck like immediately (it was so quick holy fuck) but hey look on the bright side!! U got your own personal hellpit of antichrist fuckbois to eternally crush your self esteen, rob you of the VeRy small amount of dopamine your stupid ass brain manages to pump out every once in a great while and then bounce bc well lets face it OG sex demon was right you are kind of a mess..... tbh nothing is changing and its almost like you are still alive ya know?? haha

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MGA Chapter 1977

Chapter 1977 – The Descent Of The Crisis “Ask myself?” Chu Feng smiled lightly. “Little friend Chu Feng, I will not say much, and will only present you with a bit of advice. When doing things, one should consider the severity of a matter. When conducting oneself, one should know what one is capable of,” Elder Yue Ling added. After he said those words, many of the Heavenly Law Palace’s elders began to nod to express their approval. As for the others, they grew quiet. However, Chu Feng knew that those people were most likely thinking along the same lines in their hearts. “Although I, Chu Feng, am of the younger generation, I am not a fish on a chopping block. I will definitely not allow myself to be taken advantage of. Thus, regardless of who it might be, as long as it’s someone who tried to kill me, I will definitely not let that person get away with it.” As Chu Feng spoke those words, coldness began to radiate all over. Instantly, the temperature in this region dropped by several degrees. Furthermore, due to the fact that Chu Feng’s Thunder Armor and Thunder Wings were still on him, the coldness he emitted was not only frigid, but also extremely frightening. Not to mention the others, even Elder Yue Ling, a rank six Martial Emperor, revealed a frown upon feeling Chu Feng’s cold aura. At that moment, he felt as if he had been woken up from his dream. When even Xian Yuyin’s uncle was no match for Chu Feng, he would naturally not be a match for Chu Feng either. When even Elder Yue Ling was acting in such a manner, the others were all drenched in cold sweat. At that time, they all realized how terrifying Chu Feng really was. Earlier, the only thing on their minds was how powerful Xian Yuyin’s uncle’s backing was, and they had actually forgotten the frightening strength that Chu Feng himself possessed. Chu Feng was no ordinary member of the younger generation. Instead, he was a member of the younger generation who was capable of killing a rank six Martial Emperor. Thus, after sensing the coldness emitted by Chu Feng, even Elder Yue Ling did not dare to say another word. “Actually, I also know that everyone feels that I should not have killed Xian Yuyin’s uncle. As for the reason why everyone feels that way, it is only because you all feel that the Ancient Era’s Elves should not be trifled with.” “However, if that is what everyone thinks, then it would mean that everyone feels from the bottom of your hearts that what I, Chu Feng, had said earlier, how the Ancient Era’s Elves were my allies and how Lord Luokong personally told me that I could kill Xian Yuyin’s uncle, were only lies. You all feel that I, Chu Feng, was lying.” Chu Feng swept his gaze over the crowd once again. This time around, no one dared to meet Chu Feng’s gaze. Even though that was what they were thinking, none of them were daring enough to admit to it. “Facts speak louder than words. Whether or not I, Chu Feng, was lying, everyone will come to know in the future,” Chu Feng said. Hearing those words, the crowd all felt startled. Chu Feng had spoken those words so effortlessly. It did not seem like he was lying. Could it be that what Chu Feng said was the truth? However, if all that Chu Feng said was true, then it would truly be too frightening. At that moment, the gazes with which the crowd looked to Chu Feng contained more than fear. There was also a completely different sort of emotion. Even those experienced old monsters that were about to reach the ends of their lifespan revealed such an expression in their gazes. Chu Feng had forced them to have a whole new level of respect for him. After he finished saying those words, Chu Feng no longer bothered to pay attention to the crowd. Instead, he collected Xian Yuyin’s uncle’s Cosmos Sack and his Imperial Armament. Those were all things that belonged to the Ancient Era’s Elves. Even if Chu Feng didn’t plan to keep them himself, he could not ignore them. Chu Feng was planning to return them to the Ancient Era’s Elves. Chu Feng also collected Xian Yuyin’s uncle’s corpse. No matter what, he was still an Ancient Era’s Elf. Thus, Chu Feng planned to return his corpse to the Ancient Era’s Elves and have them take care of it. If the Ancient Era’s Elves were to declare that Chu Feng could do as his wished to Xian Yuyin’s uncle’s corpse, it would naturally be even better. No matter what, Xian Yuyin’s uncle was a rank six Martial Emperor. As such, the source energy contained within his corpse was most definitely pretty decent. Therefore, Chu Feng would wait till Eggy awakened and have her refine his source energy. In short, his body was very useful and valuable. At that moment, the Underworld Palace’s Elder Huang Guan walked toward Chu Feng; he pointed at Chu Feng’s Imperial Armament and asked, “Little friend Chu Feng, that Imperial Armament in your hand, could it be the legendary Furious Coiling Dragon Beheader?” He did so firstly to lift the tension of this awkward situation, and secondly, because he really wanted to know. “Senior, truth be told, this is indeed the Imperial Armament senior Beast Emperor used when he was alive, the Furious Coiling Dragon Beheader,” Chu Feng nodded. Hearing those words, the expressions of the crowd all changed. “Sss…” Even Elder Huang Guan was unable to contain himself from sucking in a mouthful of cold air. Then, he asked, “Little friend Chu Feng, could it be that you’re the Beast Emperor’s successor?” “I am not the Beast Emperor’s successor. I merely managed to obtain the Furious Coiling Dragon Beheader,” Chu Feng explained. Once Chu Feng said those words, Yue Ling, who already felt enormous envy for Chu Feng, nearly vomited blood. He had clearly obtained the Beast Emperor’s Imperial Armament. Yet, he still declared himself to not be the Beast Emperor’s successor? Furthermore, he even used the word ‘merely,’ to describe the Imperial Armament. That was truly too anger-inducing for Yue Ling, who did not even possess an ordinary Imperial Armament. Chu Feng had received such an enormous fortunate opportunity to obtain the Furious Coiling Dragon Beheader. Yet, he made it appear to be so insignificant. It was truly too anger-inducing. “Little friend Chu Feng, not only do you possess exceptional talent, you are also someone blessed with great fortune. The way I see it, the Holy Land of Martialism’s next overlord is most definitely going to be you,” Elder Huang Guang said. “Tha, tha, that’s not fo, for certain,” However, at that moment, Wang Qiang refuted him. Then, with an extremely confident expression, he said, “Al, al, al, although Chu, Chu, Chu Feng is my go, good brother, bu, bu, but this er, era’s overlo, overlord will be m, me, me, Wang Qiang.” Upon hearing those words, the crowd all began to hiss at him. In fact, some people even began to ridicule Wang Qiang for being shameless. “You, you, you bunch ar, are tru, truly people who po, possess dog ey, eyes and can’t jud, judge. No ma, matter what, I am sti, still Emp, Emperor Chi’s suc, suc, successor,” Wang Qiang said. “Who are you trying to deceive?” The crowd did not believe Wang Qiang. Wang Qiang sighed. “Fa, facts speaks loud, louder than words. Wh, wh, whether or not I, Wan, Wang Qiang was ly, ly, lying, you all wi, will know later on,” Wang Qiang used what Chu Feng had said earlier. However, when Chu Feng said those words, he had spoken with enormous confidence and gave off a very domineering aura. He had caused the crowd to feel deep veneration and fear for him. Yet, when Wang Qiang said those words, even though they were exactly the same as Chu Feng’s, the crowd burst into loud laughter. They had to admit, even though that Wang Qiang was shameless, he was ridiculously funny. “Rumble~~~” At the moment when the crowd was laughing at Wang Qiang and arguing with him, the gate through which the crowd had entered this region suddenly closed. Seeing that scene, the crowd were immediately stunned. They were at a complete loss. As for Chu Feng, he started to frown. That gate had originally been open the entire time. Thus, more and more people began to arrive in this place. Currently, there were not only several million people here. Instead, there were now more than a dozen million people here. The fact that the gate was open the entire time earlier meant that it was meant to be open. Yet, it had now suddenly closed. This meant that something was wrong. Likely, someone was controlling the gate. As for that, it was very likely to be movement from the Dark Hall. Suddenly, someone pointed at Wang Qiang and said, “Look, see how you continued to boast. Even the door shut itself because of your shameless boasting,” “Hahaha!!!” After that person spoke, the crowd all burst into loud laughter. At that moment, Chu Feng suddenly said, “Everyone, now is not the time to laugh. It is very likely that a crisis will descend upon this place.” Once Chu Feng said that, the crowd’s expressions immediately grew tense. The reason for that was because not only did Chu Feng speak those words very loudly, he also said them with an extremely serious tone. However, the crowd were all confused. Why would a crisis descend upon them out of nowhere? Elder Huang Guan asked Chu Feng, “Little friend Chu Feng, what do you mean by that?” “I’ll ask you all this first. Has everyone heard of the Dark Hall?” Chu Feng asked. Previous          Main menu           Next Click to Post