#so cliche it is lol

[glowing-wasteland]

Dade-County Factions

What was Miami-Dade is now but a shadow of what it once was. The Dade-County area has been mostly reclaimed by The Glades and Wilds. The area’s total population is much less than its Central Florida counterpart. It’s isolated from Orange County due to The Wilds separating the two areas. Trade with the rest of the country’s wastelands is harder to establish because of the dangers of The Wilds, leaving spiked prices and short supply for import goods. While there are many smaller, lesser known tribes in the area there are nine major factions of varying sizes.

Black Dust Gang | BDG

HQ |  Piña Health Hospital {Baptist Hospital}

Leader | Lorenzo Myers

Although the Black Dust Gang could be labelled as raiders, they are actually neutral and not outwardly violent to the other factions and smaller tribes. The Black Dust Gang is the second largest faction, however that’s mostly due to the fact it handles a lot of the trade and importing of exotic and rare goods. The gang is best known as chem dealers and chem manufactures. A lot of Black Dust Gang members live and operate in New Law Order under treaty agreements. 

Brotherhood of Steel | BoS

HQ | Florida International University

Leader | Julia Roberts

A medium sized faction, that what sent to settle in the Glowing Wasteland. However, due to the factions already established in the Orlando area, The Brotherhood of Steel had to relocate to Dade County. If the Brotherhood had tried to establish a base in the Orlando area, they would quickly be wiped out by the much larger factions such as by the Caspian Company. The Brotherhood have some knowledge about the existence of the Eclipse Republic, however that information is labelled as classified. The core purpose of preserving and reclaiming advance technology still is maintained. 

Eclipse Republic

HQ |  NAVAIR { Naval Air Systems Command Interim Supply Support Facility}

Leader | Eclipse

The Eclipse Republic is an all synth based faction, founded and led by pre-war synth Eclipse. The faction is secretive and not widely know, preferring to work in the shadows and focus on infiltration and sabotage. A small few members originated from The Institute in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. The main belief is that humanity has degraded over time and that synths are the path forward. They aim to free all synthetics from humanity. Most Eclipse Republic synths are heavily modified to achieve “perfection”. Despite being made of different generations of synths, the faction is medium size-- rivalling that of The Brotherhood of Steel due to the continued production of developing new synths. 

Gator Wings

HQ | US Armed Forces Military Base {Doral}

Leader | Enrique Gomez ; Gatorhead

A small, but widely infamous, raider tribe that is know as slavers and conquering standalone smaller tribes. They are extremely aggressive and merciless, and are to be avoided at all costs due to their complete savage behaviors and tactics. The gang is lead by its leader, Gatorhead. 

New Law Order | NLO

HQ | Miami International Airport

Leader | Gino Balliol

The New Law Order is the largest faction in Dade County. They maintain justice, and enforcement of the law among majority of the settlements. They provide protection for citizens of the NLO. They often prefer not to get involved with other factions, and try and maintain neutrality. They accept anyone into their settlements as long as there is no malicious intent and remain peaceful. The NLO allow settlements to function independently, as long as peace is kept. 

New World Syndicate

HQ | Vault 55 ; Lil Havana

Leader | Sabina Gomez

A small faction base in an open trade Vault 55. All of the members are vault dwellers, not just of Vault 55 but other members of other vaults. They are rather puritan and while they preach about the new age of Vault-Tec, the New World Syndicate still practice Vault-Tec’s inhumane human experiments. While they hold belief that vault dwellers are still ‘pure’ compared to the parasitic wastelanders, they still practice open trade and establish it’s own caravans. 

The Cleansed

HQ | Bythel Memorial Hospital {Jackson Memorial Hospital}

Leader | Lola Martinez ; The Enlighten One

The Cleanse originally was a branch of the Children of Atom, however broke off when there were conflicts of beliefs. They still are rad eaters and are a religious movement around radiation and nuclear weapons. However the Cleanse believe that radiation can cleanse the body, enlightening one to a new pure form. The faction is very militant, and are solely made of ghouls-- most are self-made ghouls, as in they turned themselves into ghouls by voluntary over-exposure to radiation. Those that survived being turned without dying or becoming a feral ghoul, have been considered ‘cleansed.’

The Flock

HQ | Seasons Surfside Club

Leader | Sera Oliver ; Overseer Oliver

A very small, but dangerous settlement that is isolated from the rest of the world. The Flock is self-sufficient settlement, and not much is known about it. It is rumored that The Flock hold cult-like behavior and increases its population by buying slaves and condition them to accepting the faction as home and family. 

Warheads

HQ | Riton Grove {The Ritz-Carlton, Coconut Grove}

Leader | Adrian Samuels

A faction that is made up of bounty hunters, and mercenaries. They’re neutral, in that they won’t attack or provoke other factions unless they have been wronged in someway or are paid enough to cause trouble. While they are known to be the best of the best, and high efficient, commissioning a Warhead is far from cheap. 

[nocek]

Wade is always winning at the pay attention to me game.

In this case grand prize is hour long lecture about spiders reproduction (and also genetics, don't forget the genetics ;P)

[choccy-milky]

bird in her gilded cage 💙🪽

[notherpuppet]

I laughed so much while drawing this 💖 anime overlord high AU

[luminique]

https://www.tumblr.com/luminique/768013333893873664/tying-a-bow-on-lighters-bicepsmwheeheh

WAITTT how about after what happen in that drabble. Reader decorated lighter’s body with stickers. Like his chest, arms, back or every part of his body is covered with STICKERS

OH and also the ribbons around his biceps 🥹🥹 reader even tie small bows on his fingers.

thats enough lighter yap for today 💕

sometimes, they sell really cute bandages at jc pharmacy in lumina square. while shopping for the girls with lighter, you decided to pick those up too, mainly just because they're cute. while lighter does some extra shopping, you decided to look at the stationery section. seeing all of the different sticker designs, animals, bangboos, galaxy, etc. a certain idea pops into your head.

after being able to convince him to let you tie a bow around his bicep, he was basically a flustered mess to even stop you from doing anything more. so while he was playing with the ribbon in his fingers, you seized the opportunity by placing a sticker right on the edge of his shoulder scar.

"and what's this?" his other hand went to feel the little bandage you placed on him. for how large his scar is, something this small would never be able to patch it up.

“it’s cute, and you seem like you need it,” you chirped, carefully peeling off a sticker from its backing and placing it on his chest. he didn’t need a bandage, his scar was healed somewhat, but the feel of your fingers on his skin sent shivers down his spine.

he’s the red scarf of the sons of calydon and he’s letting you place cat stickers on him like it was nothing. “i’m not some sort of cutie you can just, decorate whenever you like,” he protested but didn’t even make an effort to remove them from his body. he doesn’t want to seem like a softie, this was ruining his cool guy personality.

you didn’t really mind what he had to say, still continuing to stick bangboos on him now. if you weren’t going to stop, at the very least he could seem a little more angry (he can’t get angry at you doing something so silly). with a cross of his arms and his head turned, he effectively stopped you from placing anymore on his body.

however, he just opened himself up to even more opportunities. a quick little kiss on his cheek then a sticker to seal it in place had him staring wide eyed at you. he didn’t really think you would be THAT bold but the blush on your cheeks made it obvious to him that you were just as flustered by your own actions as him.

the red on his face was double yours though and he’d try to say something about it but it just comes out as stutters and half completed sentences. he loosens up, pushing up his sunglasses. if he’s getting your affection in such a… stupidly silly but cute way, maybe it’s not so bad to be covered in stickers and bandages…

[side-of-honey]

waiter waiter!! more sharpshootin' clover au!!! (real talk you've combined my two favourite things and i love you for it. your art is super awesome!! keep it up tiger!!)

Aaaaaa thank you so much!!! I didn't expect so many people to enjoy it but I really appreciate it haha :D

And, well, since you asked... have this :)

I wasn't planning on making a whole comic whoops.. but here's Martlet! Clover's guardian who runs a woodworking shop. She does here best to set a good example and be supportive, but in doing so can sometimes accidentally put pressure on them.

[flintbian]

There's a disabled angel in good omens 🥺

[milangakokoros]

Fashion shun (algo asi)

[walkingstackofbooks]

"Are you happier? Now that the war is over?"

It had been meant as a serious question, but from the look on Kira's face, she hadn't caught onto that. "What sort of question is that, 'am I happier'?" she asked, laughing a little as she spoke. "Of course I am! Who isn't?"

Shrugging, Julian forced himself to smile back at her. "No, of course," he agreed. "Silly question."

His smile clearly hadn't been convincing: Kira's own smile had faded as she looked at him more closely, her eyebrows creasing into a frown.

"Have I done something to make you think I'm not?" she asked sharply. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"No-- no, nothing like that," Julian said hurriedly. "I mean, obviously Odo's gone now, and Keiko and the Chief, and Worf, and... and the Captain... But that-- That's different, isn't it, I guess. You can be sad and happy at the same time, right?"

He cringed, knowing that he hadn't quite managed to make sense there: years of practice had made him very good at recognising Kira's 'baffled' expression.

"All these years," said Kira, slowly shaking here head, "and I still don't understand you, sometimes. Of course I miss Odo, and the others -- and while we're at it, of course I'm still angry and-- and upset about the things that happened during the war..." She made a face, banging her fist lightly against the table. "Damn you, you know I'm no good with feelings, that's... there's a lot more there, besides," she added. "And I'm sure as hell not going into that right now...

"But if you're asking whether I'd rather be here, now, living without the threat of the Dominion or the Cardassians, knowing my friends are alive and safe -- and if they're not, at least being able to mourn them in peace, not having to make decisions that could get us all killed if it goes even slightly wrong... or if I'd rather be back there, in the war -- well. It's no contest, is it?"

"In theory, no, of course--"

"In theory?" Kira asked incredulously. "Julian, are you saying you were happier in the war?"

"No!" he exclaimed: that hadn't been what he'd meant at all. "The war was-- it was... Well, you couldn't be happy during the war, could you? Everything was too awful, it was impossible."

"A lot of the time, yeah," Kira said softly. "And that's gonna stick with us for a long time -- but they're only memories, now. We made it."

"We did," Julian said quietly, his eyes fixed on the table. "I just... I thought I'd be happier, I guess. Now that it's all over."

Kira reached forward, brushing her hand over his. "That's what this is all about?" she asked. "You aren't happy?"

"I never said I'm not," Julian objected hotly, looking back up at her -- but a sigh slipped out of him as he realised he didn't actually have an argument, and he shook his head, slumping back into his chair. Kira watched him, not saying anything.

"No, you're right," he admitted, pulling his arms across himself, almost too tight. "I know I'm supposed to be-- I know, after everything, it's so stupid... But, Nerys, I don't-- I don't think I am?"

Stopping to swallow the lump that had risen in his throat, he noticed he eyes had grown wet, which for some reason made him chuckle. "Isn't that silly?" he asked, leaning forward again. "We won the war, but I'm still not happy."

"No, Julian," Kira replied slowly. "I don't think that's silly at all. It's just... It's just very, very sad." She took a breath, reaching out to hold both his hands this time. "I'm sorry," she continued. "I didn't know."

"It's not your fault," he said, squeezing her hands tightly. "For a while, I just thought everyone else was pretending, too, so I just went along with it... And then I started to realise that no, you were all actually at least a little bit okay, and so I had to keep pretending, because happiness is so fragile and I didn't, you know, want to make anyone else feel bad just because I..."

He trailed off, shrugging a little. "I don't know, Nerys. I guess I just wanted to check that it wasn't just me, but it is just me, and now I've told you, and I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad--"

"Julian, no," Kira interrupted. "Thank you for sharing this with me -- I'm glad you told me, okay?"

Ears growing hot, Julian ducked his head, not quite sure to do with the wave of emotion spilling over him. Now that he'd told her some of it, he kind of wanted to let everything out. Distractedly, he started tracing patterns on her hands, pushing into them with increasing intensity.

"It's just-- I'm just..." He stumbled over his words, struggling to give voice to the one thought that he'd been trying to ignore for months. "What if this is it for me? What if I'm like this forever? It's been years, Nerys--"

To his horror, his voice cracked, and he covered his mouth, trying to hold back the sobs that were threatening to burst out. Hoping that no-one else had noticed, he looked around the replimat; thankfully the other diners seemed more interested in their own conversations than in him and Kira.

"Would you like to go somewhere less public?" Kira asked. Not quite trusting himself to speak, he nodded, and together they left the replimat.

As they walked down the promenade and up to the habitat ring, Kira steered clear of their previous conversation, chatting about the station, her week, her latest grievance with Quark, and Julian was grateful for the respite. But as soon as they were sat down in her quarters, she turned to him with a most serious expression.

"It isn't right, you feeling like that, you know," she said. "I don't have the answers, I don't know how it gets better -- but we both know someone who would. You haven't tried telling Ezri any of this, have you?"

Julian's stomach tightened: Ezri was the last person he wanted to have this particular conversation with. "Oh, yes, because that would go so well," he retorted sarcastically. "Hi Ezri, I love you, but you don't make me happy. Don't worry, it's not you, I'm just unhappy most of the time. Most of the time? Yeah, it gets better when I'm around you, because then I just kind of feel... nothing. What an improvement!"

"Julian..." whispered Kira, but it was all coming out now and Julian couldn't make it stop. He rose from the sofa, starting to pace as he spoke.

"Did you ever make me happy? Maybe, sweetheart, but I'm not even certain of that. I might have been so desperate for anything even resembling happiness that I just deluded myself into thinking I was in love... Do I even love you? Who the fuck knows, Ezri. Is love even real, or did it die in the war along with every-fucking-thing else?"

His voice had risen louder than he'd intended, condemning him with every word it pushed forcefully into the air. He'd made Kira cry, he thought, but he couldn't quite be sure, his vision being clouded by his own mess of tears.

"How could I possibly tell her that?" he asked, sitting back down heavily, his voice dropping to a hollow whisper. "Kira, how the hell do I tell her that?"

"Come here," she said in way of a response, pulling him against her and holding him tightly, so that he could feel her lips move against his hair as she answered him. "I don't know," she was saying, "but you have to, Julian. I can be there with you if you want but, Prophets, Julian, you have to. How could you not?"

How could he not?

Julian closed his eyes and let himself fall apart against his friend, not even bothering to try to answer her. It was terrifying, after all this time, to finally allow someone to see how broken he really was, but he was far, far too tired to keep it in any longer.

[silverraes]

I think what I love about Caged Again - and specifically Sun as a character - so fucking much is that they're managing to do the whole extrovert/introvert thing without resorting to the "stoic introvert can't express his feelings to save his life" trope. like yeah okay Sun might not be great at expressing his feelings but he will come to Junior for a hug when he needs some comfort and he will lie down in his lap after finding out that Junior actually cares about him and he will comfort Junior when Junior needs the comfort. he feels like a realistic introverted character without coming off overexaggerated and I love that.

[losver07]

heyyy i wrote some wolfstar

cursing and very, very cliche-y overdramatic plot lol

James Potter Wins a Bet

“I'm so sorry, Professor, I really... Oh, for fuck's sake, Black, do you know what a bloody shower is? You don't need to torture us all with your quidditch practice sweat.”

The room goes silent. Even Slughorn doesn't know what to say, he just looks at Remus like one would look at an exotic species of bird, brows furrowed in an attempt to understand.

“Um... Well, sit down, Mr. Lupin, please.”

It's strange. Everyone's used to Remus not being able to hold his temper, and all of his teachers are aware that it's the week of the full moon, but he expected to, at least, be scolded; not just for attacking another student, but his vocabulary too.

But, hey, he's not going to be the one to ask for punishment, is he?

Doing his best to ignore the smell in which the classroom is soaked, he approaches his friends, and sits next to Lily, as per usual. She gives him a funny look, but says nothing, so, while Slughorn talks, he turns to James and Sirius to tap Black's shoulder.

“Honestly, coming here right after your practise is a method of torture more cruel than I thought you capable of,” he whispers to the long-haired boy, taking a sniff at the scent of dorm room and sweat and... “Why does it smell like leather? And gasoline? And who snuck a fucking fag into potions?”

“Remus,” James says, eyes wide open behind his glasses. “Loo. Now.”

“But I—

“Now.”

Before Remus is dragged out of the classroom by James —who is very dramatically faking a nosebleed—, he shoots a look at Sirius. He looks paler than usual, staring into the empty space where moments before Remus had been sitting.

He and James enter the nearest bathroom, and, after a silencing spell is cast, Remus hears:

“I knew it!”

“What?” he asks, unperturbed. “That puberty hit Black? Yeah, I think we all—

“Remus, you're the only one who smelled Pads in there.”

Remus laughs. That's not possible. Yes, he might be a werewolf, but he knows when a scent is strong enough for even a human to catch. And that one was strong.

“You've all caught a cold, then, 'cause he—

James shakes his head vehemently, and Remus keeps quiet, eager to hear the boy's explanation.

“For me,” he says, clearly begging for Remus to understand, “it smelled like my mum's lasagna. And Evans' shampoo.”

He's about to ask how on earth could one smell Effie's cooking miles away from the Potter's house, but, just then, something clicks inside his head.

“That's— Oh, no.”

And he wishes the earth would swallow him whole. He wishes he would become one of the tiles in the floor, or a drop of water disappearing into one of the sinks.

“Oh, yeah,” James says, in a less enthusiastic tone than the one he used before.

If he would've slept a bit better, maybe he would've remembered. Maybe, if he wouldn't have been thinking about bloody Sirius on his way to class, he could've checked his notes and realise.

Today's lesson was about Amortentia.

“Oh, god, what did I do,” he says, burying his dangerously red face in his hands, taking in a deep breath as he tries to recall the smell: Dorm room, fireplace, bedsheets, a leather jacket, a shared fag, his skin...

“You just yelled that Padfoot is what you love most,” James smiles. “And I just won a bet.”

“Oh, dear fucking god.”

part 2 heheheh

[mintjeru]

i am neither easy nor immune o(-(

open for better quality | no reposts

[sqtorux]

im all for badass reader being able to defend and stand up for themselves but sometimes, maybe once every blue moon, i want to be pathetic and weak just so i could have big strong characters standing up for me

[moominvalley-state-of-mind]

yo some head cannons about eyes:

zuse kids: littirally stormy eyes. the rain and lightning brings out color in them

posidon kids: their eyes tint to the color water around them

demeter kids: eyes are more vibrant, more full of life (even if the kid isn't) when its summer or spring

ares kids: tint red when in combat / argument

athena kids: pupils can littirally focus in on something, looks like a camra

apollo kids: the sun makes their eyes absolutly gorgeous, and they sublty glow in the dark

hepestus kids:more vibrant when accented by metal (metal earrings, glasses, pircings)

aphrodite kids: at a quick glance, or in a blurry camra, their pupils look like hearts

hermies kids: can really, and i mean really, move quickly. also very expressive. feel like that would be good for the trickster part of hermie's kids

dionysus kids: look like pools of whatever drink they prefer or wine, kida look crazy

hades kids: a bit foreboding, always look like their in shadow

iris kids: rainbow tint when in the sun

hypnos kids: always look cloudy, like their zoning out

nemisis kids: looks a bit crazy when they have a

nike kids: glow when they get the upper hand at something, making it very difficult to form a poker face

hebe kids: always look full of energy, no matter how tired

tyche kids: more vibrant with luck charms / tools of chance around (can be more 'modern' luck charms, like rabbit's feet earings, luck socks, ect)

[hanzajesthanza]

i always find it nice how geralt and vilgefortz, as representatives of good and evil, experienced similar circumstances and their good and evil are only the results of how they chose to deal with and respond to those circumstances

but also

[2hoothoots]

Revisiting P2 since the docu epilogue dropped and your AMV (<3) popped up as a sign for me to ask something that hopefully you haven't already spoken about years ago: What did you think of the in-game psych explanation for Maligula, that she's the primitive savage part of the mind? P2 is a weird mix of sketchy Freud/Jung concepts that Tim likes meshed with modern psych, and Maligula's deal seems like something they probably wrote a lot of different versions of but never quite solved elegantly

yeah, i think you totally hit the nail on the head - it's always felt like one of the parts of the story that they couldn't quite give enough polish to before they had to finalize it and move on with development. like - i went to go get my artbook to see if it had any insight into the writing process, and did you know that Nona and Maligula being the same person was apparently added way later in development? that's wild! i didn't know that until literally right now! i may or may not have skipped straight to my favourite characters when my artbook arrived and then put it on my shelf without reading the whole thing

ANYWAY, retrospectively i think it being a twist that was added later actually makes a lot of sense in the context of everything you mentioned. the Maligula problem, to me, is the fact that they're trying to juggle a bunch of different things that she has to be in the story. there's Maligula, the ruthless big bad, and Nona, the beloved grandma, and if you suddenly have to also make them both the same person... well, it ends up being kind of a thorny writing problem to make that work, haha.

here's some art i made so this isn't just a wall of text, rest of the answer under the cut

i think one thing they could have done when they needed to rehabilitate a mass-murderer into a lovable old lady was pull back on either end of the spectrum. make your villain softer and more sympathetic, or give grandma a mean streak like she's one bad day away from a tragedy at the crochet club. and to give the story credit, i'm really glad they didn't. Nona is relentlessly sweet and endearing - and that's great! she needs to be in order to make the audience care about her, otherwise the emotional beats are never going to land. likewise, Maligula is a great villain, she's vicious and ruthless and at the culmination of her arc we see she simply does not give a shit about murdering hundreds of people. i love that for her, honestly, you go girl

but then, like - how do you connect the dots? how do you frame grandma having a violently murderous streak in a way that doesn't make the ending of "but she's over it now" feel kinda weird and hollow? and how do you do that while also being sympathetic to the game's themes around mental health? Maligula's informed by the traumatic things that happened to Lucrecia during the war, but she can't just be a manifestation of trauma, because the moral of the story being that trauma makes you a mass-murderer (until you beat up your trauma and shove it in a giant pit) would feel... really tonally dissonant!

so i think you're totally right that the sprinkling of pop-psych concepts we get ends up feeling a little bit like an awkward band-aid. Maligula's story is about how the horrors of war can shape you into a terrible person, who does terrible things - ...but there's also, like, special circumstances, so it doesn't feel weird that she goes back to being Raz's sweet grandma afterwards. special psychic circumstances! she's not just any war criminal, she's the fight or flight response gone out of control!

which - i dunno, i think that line in particular always stood out to me, because that's not really what the fight or flight (or freeze or fawn) response is, right? it's a temporary boost of adrenaline to the system to rev you up for getting out of a dangerous situation. an overactive fight or flight response is called chronic stress and anxiety. i know the games are pop-psych and not actual science, but it always stood out to me as a little awkward.

if it were me in the writer's seat - with the benefit of all the time in the world to workshop it, and no looming deadlines, and the hindsight of having a full completed game in front of me to think about - i might have tried to frame it around connection. i think you could swing the lens to instead focus on how violence, stress, trauma etc., make it harder to understand and empathise with the people around you. the tragedy of Lucrecia's story is that she came home to try and help her countrymen, the people she cared so dearly about. but the more time passed, the less she cared, the less she was able to see them as people. after Marona's death, the Maligula that remains is one who's unable to even care about killing her own sister. the alternative is too raw, too painful - instead, she sheds her last vestiges of remorse, and throws herself into the easy relief of violence. (we see this again, when Nona "awakens" as Maligula - when confronted with the baggage of her past, she chooses to wash it all away with force, unable and unwilling to care about the people she used to call friends.)

and i think shifting the focus like that ties it in thematically, too. a big theme (of both games, but especially the sequel) is how important connection is, how being able to understand and reach out to and rely on other people is a lifeline during hard times. PN2 touches on how there aren't really "good people" and "bad people" - everyone has the capacity to do wonderful or terrible things, and i think Raz's line to Maligula about how "everybody's got something like you" works. Lucrecia was never a monster, no matter how everyone tried to pretend she was. she was just a person, the same as everyone else - and just like everyone else, she could be pushed to extremes under the right circumstances. it just feels kind of odd when the implicit context is "everybody's got a mass-murderer hidden in the primal recesses of their brain", hahaha.

but like, again, that's the privilege of hindsight, right? i've definitely also been on the other side of the creative process, stuck with something i suddenly need to make work in a story and having to come up with a solution that feels like a band-aid. sometimes you just gotta call it good enough, and move on. and i think the game is overall much stronger for having Nona and Maligula be the same person - it plays into the wider themes, it sets up some great emotional beats, and i think it's overall well-executed, even if there are one or two hiccups in the writing.

anyway, great ask! thank you for the invitation to ramble, this is something that stuck out to me on my first playthrough of the game and it was fun to sit down and get my thoughts in order