#take x2 damage

[wormtoxin]

ohhh wait ok wouldn’t it be really funny if i added difficulty modes to arcana girls

[bcneheaded]

I was just thinking and... Artemis is not kind. yes, for all his friendliness, and all the fancy and amicable language and behaviors he displays outwardly to just about everyone who enters his shop... he's not genuinely nice. Artemis is a demon. in any verse of his, he used to be something akin to a spirit/god of LOVE, but was twisted into Wrath, or Hatred - which is the opposite. After leaving the pits of hell, having his little demonic tantrum and breakdown and finally growing weary and finding some semblance of clarity, he's grown out of what he was once again, and became something new. He's still wrathful, hateful, angry, and morose, but now he's so much more without even realizing. He's evolved and will continue to do so over time even if he stagnates for decades, centuries even. The friendships and relationships with other muses that he develops will influence his personality and the way he views things in time, as we've seen it happen already countless times ofc! And for those who did earn his respect and care, he does truly care for them and would gladly go out of his way for them (to what degree depends entirely on the level of closeness). But again.... Artemis is not kind, by nature and he hasn't been for a very, very long time. He was genuinely just plain and simple EVIL He was a villain - a monster, unrecognizable to how he acts now- doing horrible, unspeakable deeds for the pleasure of it. It's how he got the bones he wears in and on his body. So while he might be polite, charming even, and friendly - if he does not know you... he doesn't care about you nor what happens to you. If say for example, he sees you wandering that ruined cityside he lives in - rampant with entities that prey on the Living - and he saves you from being taken by evil spirits or demons? Chances are good that he did it for himself, or to be spiteful - to deny the other entities their prize (you / your soul). If he doesn't know you, the likelihood that he'll go out of his way for you is very low. But if there's something in it for him, some kind of reason as to why it might be worth his time and energy to actually step in... he might! But like all demons, it's good to be wary and to assume he doesn't care about you or your well-being, at least at first!! Artemis is not nice, but that doesn't mean he's malicious or cruel (anymore. not intentionally - he's quite literally under the mindset that he's just 'too old and tired for that nonsense'.) Artemis is manipulative, charming, cunning - he's everything you expect from a demon (though without a host, so he's certainly not attractive in any semblance of a conventional manner lmao - but he dresses well! and I think it's also telling just how-- *gestures at all that* --that he actually is, considering he's NOT attractive... but still puts people at ease, mostly, and can charm them to hell and back if he wanted to. He uses that not to manipulate people per say ?? like, he does not have an evil agenda by any means. He's just existing at this point, distanced from the gods and devils and just living his... life(?) if you can call it that. He's TRYING to do better. But he's still just... a demonic entity. A greater demon, for sure, if he had to be equated to some kind of level or whatever, but a demon nonetheless. But even for demons, there can be growth! and he is growing, very very slowly.

[chickencat8]

ive been taking an ssri for 4 days for eye problems and am already experiencing awful side effects

...side effects that exactly mirror the awful hormonal stuff i go through on a daily basis

this week should be a safe week though. but im feeling awful...?

SO here i go, about to begin tapering off of them

they didnt even really help with my eye problems btw

[reiderwriter]

♡ Girls Just Wanna Have Fun ♡

Week 5 of my Playlist Series ♡

Summary: Spencer isn't used to clubs, but when duty calls, he's made to feel a little bit more welcome by a girl who seems to know him better than a stranger should.

Warnings: Smut 18+ Minors DNI!! Hotchner!Reader (Reader is Hotch's sister), semi-public sex (x2 oops), oral sex (m receiving), fingering, dry humping, hand job, cum play, dirty talk, degradation and name calling (slut only), use of daddy/sir even though this is like solidly season 1 Spencer lmao, corruption kink, loss of virginity (surprisingly the readers)

A/N: Every single intrusive thought I've ever had about s1 Reid tied up in a nice little bow masquerading as a song fic. It is finished, and now I feel flushed. Please expect only fluff from me until my next intrusive thought (maybe half an hour, probably no longer).

Masterlist || Spotify Playlist

Flashing lights and the scent of dried up alcohol stains weren't usually signs of Spencer Reid's presence. He'd managed to get through college - two degrees and three PhDs - without stepping foot into a nightclub. But now that he'd joined the BAU, it seemed to be an unavoidable occurrence. 

“The unsub hunts at this nightclub, I get that, I do. But why am I the one going in? He's targeting women,” he panicked as his older team member helped adjust his clothes to conceal the weapon he carried. 

“Because, pretty boy, it's student night, and you're the only one here who can pass for a 21 year old. I guess late puberty has some benefits.” Derek smacked his arm playfully, leaving the younger man wincing slightly. 

“But I'm not a woman.” 

“Yes, but you'll be able to walk around and note any suspicious behaviour, and then we can tail suspects you flag,” Hotch explained to him again. 

“Just act natural, kid, it's not like it's your first time in a club.” 

“It is.” His warnings fell on deaf ears though, as they pushed him out of the van and into the crowd of students queueing to enter. 

It didn't take you long to notice him after you arrived at the club.

The sweater vest was enough to make him stand apart slightly, as much as he was trying his best to blend in. A slight tingle of familiarity raced up your spine as his eyes awkwardly met yours, his scan of the room stopping short as he flushed and turned his eyes down. 

Pushing slightly to the crowd, you leaned over the counter next to him and tried to get the bartenders attention. It was loud and busy, but catching attention and keeping it was a skill you'd mastered early, a skill that you were thankful for as you realised the man's eyes were guiltily flicking between your ass and the crowd once again. 

“Are you going to stare, or are you going to introduce yourself,” you giggled, sliding closer to his perch at the bar, as he panicked, standing straighter. 

“I wasn't, um… your dress, there's a rip at the edge of your skirt, I was trying to figure out if it was part of the design because I know some clothes these days have damage built into the design, or if it was in need of some emergency… sewing.” His hands gesticulating awkwardly throughout his explanation, as if anxious to show you the jumble in his brain was entirely pure and innocent, even as the flush on his face said otherwise. 

“And your name is?” 

“I-.... Spencer. My name is Spencer.” 

You stood a little straighter hearing the name, that familiarity warming you more. Spencer. Spencer. Spencer. You turned the name over in your head but took another step closer as the crowd shifted in a wave, feeling the heat coming off his body. 

“Well, Spencer,” your tongue made the decision to act for your brain, the words coming out before you could stop them. “What conclusion did you draw? Do you think the rip was intentional or not?” 

Gently, you grabbed his hand and led it to the fabric. The skirt wasn't scandalously short, but short enough to suit the dark heated atmosphere of the club at least, but as his fingers grazed the back of your thighs, still hesitant in his actions, you found yourself wishing it were just that bit higher, so his hands would have to reach further up. 

With a gaze over your shoulder at the crowd, Spencer found himself at an impass. He'd already noted a few people of interest, loiterers, men getting a bit rough and aggressive in the club, people on the outskirts (like him, he supposed) that could possibly be their unsub. 

He'd been given the all clear to disengage and leave the club as effortlessly as he could  bit something in your initial gaze had pinned him to place at the bar, and refused still to let him see reason. 

“I think it's a design feature. To draw attention to…” he swallowed hard, but you weren't sure if he was just being delicate about his words or if he was reacting to the hand that was now on him, dragging nails up from his abdomen to his chest. 

“Good observation, Spencer.” 

“Your name. You didn't tell me what your name was.” He said, grabbing your hand to stop its progress and breathing deeply as if to clear his head. 

“Y/N. We should dance.” Without giving him time to react, you abandoned your drink on the counter and pulled his arm around your waist, dragging him out to the crush of people in the middle of the dance floor. 

His protests were lost in the pulse of the music, as you kept your back to him and began grinding and swaying against him. His hands tightened on your hips as he gently started moving with you, and you threw your head back to catch his eye again. 

Spencer didn't know what he'd gotten himself into. He knew that very little actually dancing actually went on at a club, that this was just a more polite socially acceptable form of foreplay, but he didn't know that it would have such an effect on him. 

A mess of sweaty, intoxicated people spilling drinks and other fluids, and he thought he'd stay there forever if it kept your hips torturing his cock like that. 

When you glanced up at him, he was a man lost to his senses, lust clouding his eyes, mouth slightly open in a pant, you reached up to his neck and pulled his lips down to meet yours. 

You were surprised when it was his to guess to reach out first, his hand that trailed under your shirt without tours guiding it. You'd picked up a fairly innocent man at the bar and turned him into a pervert in the space of one dance. It felt like the club was watching you, how his hands grazed the skin under your breasts and caused the shiver up your spine, how your back arched to press deeper against his election. 

You may have tempted him into taking this risk, but he was the one gleefully nosediving into his fall from grace. 

“Spencer,” you whispered as he came up for air, lips resting at your ear. “I think we should get some fresh air.” 

Something in that seemed logical. It was colder outside. Maybe it would cool off whatever had lit him up like a pyre on the dance floor. Maybe the fresh air would clear his head. Or maybe just the open space would help him detangle his hands from you, would lead his thoughts away from burying himself deep in you. 

He would gladly take you outside, bid you farewell, and return to his job and his life. It was a solid exit for his first cover - who was going to question the young lovers leaving together. 

You had a feeling that the idea of outside would have Spencer pulling away from you, but you hadn't had your fill of fun just yet. 

So just as you led him onto the dancefloor, you kept a hand over his, around your waist, and you guided him out of the club, down the street a few paces, and into a darkened alleyway. 

“Y/N, we shouldn't be-” he tried to stutter out as you pulled him in for another kiss. His brain was trying to protest, but his hands were already back on your ass, pulling you up and closer to him. 

“What was that?” You said between kisses, his mouth launching an assault against each inch of your skin. 

He gasped for breath and pulled back, realising that he'd lifted and pinned you to the cold brick wall of the alley in his haste to feel you pressed against him. 

“Y/N… I don't want to take advantage of you, I'm not-” 

“I'm taking advantage of you, Spencer,” you said, nipping at his neck slowly raking your hands into his shoulders. “Am I allowed to do that? Can I take all of you, Spencer?” 

His eyes rolled back in his head as he let put a groan of pleasure, your lips sucking at the tender flesh of his nape. 

“I-I'm not a student, and-” 

“I know, but you are such a pretty boy that I decided I wanted to have some fun with you.” 

His resolve broke in half as you uttered your compliments, and his lips met yours in a moan as his hands pushed your skirt up around your waist. 

His finger trailed between your hips and his, using the wall to balance you as he pushed aside your panties and began slowly stroking your sex. 

Your hips pitched forward to press more of his slender fingers against you,  desperate to feel him stretch your cunt open first with one, then two, then however many he decided was good enough for you. 

Leaving one hand on his shoulder, you let one trail down his pants, stepping one foot down to allow you access to his zipper. 

He pauses Again for a second as you manage to get his pants open, your hand pulling his cock free from the constraint of his clothing. Spitting on your hand, you wrap around it firmly and slowly pump up and down, looking him directly in the eye as you watch the pleasure pour over him. 

His forehead rests against yours as he melts into your touch, so desperate, needing to cum so badly that he's willing to let it happen in this dark dirty alley. 

“Spencer, I want to have a lot of fun with you. Will you let me?” 

“Yes, fuck Y/N.” He nods, his hips rocking into your hand with each slow stroke you give him. 

“Spencer,” you say, rocking your hips forward and pushing your panties further to the side once again. “Spencer, please fuck me. Take my virginity, Spencer, please.” 

His mind whirled at the sentence, the pleas dropping from your lips. Virginity. You were a virgin. 

You'd had him cock stiff after three minutes of conversation  had pulled him into an alleyway and lost him in a fog of pleasure, and you were still innocent. Untouched. 

You wanted to have your fun with him. You'd chosen him. 

He couldn't articulate the lust that coated his tongue, so he simply pushed it into your mouth  grabbed his cock from your hands, lined himself up with your drippy cunt and pushed in with a single thrust. 

You gasped and let out a moan, not quite fully pleasurable. Your hands again found his shouldend, his back, but your nails were sharper this time, digging in further, almost piercing skin. 

“Fuck, Spencer, yes,” you said, breathing shakily as you slowly started moving around his cock. 

“Did it hurt?” 

“It doesn't hurt anymore. Now, please Spencer, fuck me and don't hold back. It's more fun that way.” 

He pulled your hips closer, moaning as you tightened around him. Pressing one hand against the wall and keeping another hand gripped so hard around your hip you knew it'd bruise, he began moving. 

He began slow, trying not to lose himself in the feel of your unused, tight hole. But with each small moan, each scratch against his back, he lost a little bit more of that control he was begging for. 

With his hands engaged, his brows furrowed I'm frustration that he couldn't stroke your bundle of nerves, he couldn't force you to cum on his cock as quickly as he wanted to. 

“Y/N, look at me.” You opened your eyes at the words, unaware that they'd closed tight as you emptied all other senses to just feel him. 

“Touch yourself. Right there, that's it,” he watched your fingers rub delicately against your skin, spoke little words of encouragement, and told you to increase your speed and pleasure. 

“That's it. That's it, now it's time for you to cum, Y/N. Cum on my cock, rub your little clit for me and cum around my big cock, Y/N.” 

“Shit… shit, shit, shit, Spencer, oh my god.” Your hands shook, and your hips twitched, and with a cry, you reached that high you'd been craving since you met his eyes earlier. 

He pulled out of you, slowly pulling you off the wall, as he held you up, letting your legs regain their strength. His cock was still hard, still coated in your arousal as he took care of you. 

You caught your breath fast, regained tour strength quicker as you noticed he didn't plan on getting himself off anymore. He let you have your fun with him and was happy to end it all there. 

You weren't. 

“Spencer,” you sang again, wrapping a hand once again around his erection as he tried to straighten out your now slightly more ripped skirt. “Spencer, it's more fun of we both cum. I want you to make a mess of my hand, can you do that for me?” 

You stroked his cock with a firmer grip than before, your arousal lubricating each stroke, his pre-cum mingling with it to aid you further. You suddenly wondered what he would taste like, but knew your legs would be too weak to do everything your heart desired today. 

There was always tomorrow. 

He leaned his weight back on the wall behind you, forcing you back as well as you pumped him quickly so desperate to hear him moan your name as he spilt his seed. 

“Y/N,” he moaned, and you were triumphant. His hips jerked once, then twice, then a third time, and he stilled, heaving breaths as he buried his head in your shoulder. 

He swallowed and regained his breath, and as he pulled away, you pulled your fingers to your lips and lapped up the final drops of cum that he left there. 

Most of it had his the wall, dripped to the floor, but you enjoyed these few drops and smiled brightly at him, pulling a handkerchief that you knew would be in his pocket out and cleaning the two of you up. 

He flushed again as he came back to his senses, especially as you attempted to put his clothed to rights, stepping back to replace his softening cock in his pants.

“Well,” you said after setting yourself to rights, “Thank you for the fun night, Spencer. See you tomorrow.” 

You skipped off quickly before he had a second to even process your words. 

The next day at the local precinct was a blur for Spencer as he tried to drag himself from the drug induced haze of meeting you. He'd stroked himself to completion two more times in bed after he returned to his motel room, reliving the sound of you begging him to take you, the words ‘pretty boy’ on your lips as you spread your legs. 

It'd taken his entire brain, or what was left of it, to not jump out of his skin every time Morgan had teased him with the words that morning.

“Now how did you like your first club experience, pretty boy? Did any college cuties throw themselves at you?” 

He spat up his coffee, choosing that moment to choke, and begging god for this to just be the end of Spencer Reid entirely. 

Because there was no way Morgan would actually believe that that was exactly what had happened. 

“Morgan, Gideon wants you in the interrogation room, and- wow, Spencer, you should change your shirt. What are you, 5? You can't drink coffee properly?” Elle said, chuckling slightly.

“I choked,” he frowned, but it fell on deaf ears as his teammates walked away quickly to get back to their jobs. 

He wished he could recover so quickly, even now the image of you having your fun with him the night before playing like a movie in his head. 

Looking down, he realised Elle was right, and he really did need to change his shirt. Hotch always had a few spare on hand, even for cases out of the office. He grabbed some tissues, dabbing against the mess of coffee on his shirt, suddenly thankful for lukewarm police precinct coffee, and started making his way towards Hotch. 

“Hey, Hotch-” he made it three steps before your voice cried out. 

“Ronnie!!” You shouted, throwing your hands around your elder brother as he caught you in a hug. 

“Y/N, we're at a police station. If you're going to come see me, you have to at least call me Aaron.” 

“And not take the chance to embarrass you in front of your peers and coworkers? Not a chance, Ronnie. Not a chance.” He chuckled fondly, brushing away his complaints quickly as he turned to introduce you to JJ first, then Elle and then the frozen statue that had replaced Spencer. 

“And, Y/N, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. Spencer, this is my sister, Y/N. She's a student at the university.” 

You held out your hand with a triumphant grin as Spencer stared in wide-eyed horror at the apparition in front of him. 

“Hello, Spencer. It's very nice to finally meet you. My brother has told me a lot about you, and I'm very excited to pick your brains.” 

The air seemed to explode around Spencer as each breath became deliriously hot, filling his lungs with fire. It was moments before he realised that he wasn't actually breathing at all, and the air was actually quite normal. 

Your hand remained out, ready to greet him, and to the surprise of his coworkers, he took it in his for a short shake. 

“Y/N. Hotch's sister, Y/N. Nice to meet you, Y/N Hotchner, Hotch's sister.” 

He could practically hear the audible sound of Elle and JJ smacking a hand against their faces in horror at his stupidly obvious reaction to the woman in front of him. If he wasn't careful, he'd be spouting confessions of desire soon, and knowing that Aaron Hotchner carried two guns on his person even now did nothing to calm his thoughts. 

“Okay, well, Y/N, I'm busy with some interrogations now, but I can drive you back to your apartment in half an hour if you're okay to wait with JJ?” 

“Are you busy, Spencer?” You asked instead, keeping her eyes locked on the man who still weakly shook her hand, unaware of when the right time to stop would be. 

“I was serious when I said I wanted to pick your brain, my brother said you had a PhD in Engineering and I'm struggling through a class right now that I need some guidance in if you can spare five minutes?” 

Spencer stared between Hotch and you, looking for the right answer to please present itself before he imploded right there. 

“Yes. PhD, I have a PhD. Three actually, but whose counting? Me. I just counted them. One of them is in mathematics, actually, so I guess I'm always counting.” He finally dropped your hand, and you gave him a wider smile that dropped his heart to his stomach. “I am free, unless you needed me for something else, Hotch?” 

His gaze was pleading, though he wasn't sure if he was begging for his life, five more minutes alone with you or the power to extricate himself from this situation entirely, but Hotch nodded his acceptance quickly and let you lead Spencer off to the small, empty visitors room at the opposite side of the precinct. 

You shut the door behind you when you walked in, leaning over to close the blinds as well before you turned back to Spencer. 

“Your shirt is wet. You should probably take it off,” you giggled as you trailed a hand up his arm once again. 

His hand grabbed yours before you could do any more damage to his tender nerves than you'd already managed that morning. 

“You knew the entire time? Who I was?” 

“I walked over because you seemed familiar, but I only figured it out when you said your name. My brother does talk about you a lot.”

“Hotch is going to kill me,” he said, slumping down into the chair behind him. “Y/N, your brother was outside the club. He could've seen us leave.” 

You climbed into his lap, and his eyes finally met yours again, his tongue stopping its hopeless tirade as you relaxed into his chest. 

“I have two older brothers, Spencer. Do you know how often they've been able to tell me what to do?” Your hands started down his shirt, making quick work of the buttons as he stared up, enthralled. 

“Not once have they been able to stop me from doing something I wanted.” 

He scoffed quickly, unable to help himself. Your hands gripped either side of his face and lifted his head to meet your gaze again. 

“And right now, Spencer, I really want you.” A roll of your hips was enough to have him hissing and grabbing your hips. You started steadily rocking into him, eyes still locked with his. 

“Y/N, please let's be sensible.” 

“I don't want to be sensible, I want to have fun. I want to suck your dick right here, and let you cum in my mouth. I want to scream your name and let everyone know who is giving me pleasure. Can't I do that, Spencer?” 

“No,” he groaned, his eyes screwed shut as you dry humped him, trying to get yourself off on his lap, his.cock rising with each of your quiet moans. 

“Spencer, please. I want your big, hard cock back inside me. Please, please, please. I'll be a good girl, I promise.” 

His eyes shot open in incredulity as he watched you use his body as you saw fit. 

“Good girls don't lose their virginities in alleyways, Y/N. Good girls don't throw themselves at their brothers' coworkers. Good girls listen when they're told no, and don't try to suck cock in public, like little sluts.” He spat each word at you, bit you enjoyed each insult he hurled your way, enjoyed the way his body recoiled as he finally called you a slut. 

He seemed slightly shocked by his anger himself, but you didn't seem to care. It took you only seconds after to push your lips against his again and have your hands on his cock once again, pulling him out of his pants as his hands explored you just as eagerly. 

“Yeah, Spencer, your little slut. I'm such a little slut for you, please fuck me.” 

He buried a hand in your hair, tipping your head back so his tongue could probe deeper, his other hand already under your shirt and teasing one nipple. You lifted your hips and sunk down onto his cock, neither of you stopping to think again about your actions as you began to rode him. 

“30 minutes, Y/N, by now we have 24 minutes and 17 seconds. Can you manage that, Y/N?” 

“Yes, sir.” You said, feeling his dick twitch as you rode him. “Oh did you like that? You liked me calling you, sir?” His hips pressed up again, his body answering more honestly than his tongue. 

“What else can I call you? Spencer… sir….daddy?” 

He broke away from his place buried in your neck to push the two of you down to the floor, the new angle had you gasping as a hand covered your mouth stifling any screams you could make before you made them. 

“Be quiet and cum on my cock, Y/N,” he whispered and picked up his pace, one hand gagging you while the other pulled painfully at your nipple, pinching it between two hands and using it to lift your entire chest so your body was arched toward him, letting him go deeper. 

“Yes, Daddy,” you whispered again, against his fingers, tempted to wrap your lips around one and suck it into your mouth. 

“Fuck, just call me Spencer, Y/N.” 

But you couldn't respond, suddenly overcome with the numbness of you orgasm washing over you as you bit back a choked cry. 

“That's it, good job, Y/N. You listen so well, good job.” He rubbed soothing circles into your chest as his hips slowed, working you through your orgasm as he withdrew once again. 

This time though, he didn't try to pull away and leave himself hard, but sat himself up, and lifted you once again too, putting slight pressure at the back of your head until you were on your knees and letting your head fall down, down, down as your lips wrapped around his wet cock. 

You took him in your mouth, and tasted the bitter, salty flavor of your illicit activities, lapping every last bit of your joint pleasure up as he pushed your hair up and down his cock. 

It didn't take long for his hips to press up into your mouth slightly harder than before, his hands holding you steady as he came down your throat. He held your head there for a minute two, as you tried your best to breathe and stay there, taking as much of his cum down your throat as you could. He pulled your head off him and you swallowed the rest, smiling brightly at him as you did so. 

“Thank you for the fun, Spencer,” You said again, grabbing your phone and checking the time. 

Standing up, you pulled your clothes back in place, pulling your skirt down and your panties up, smoothing out the tangles in your hair. 

“Let me go get you that spare shirt, Doctor Reid,” you said, opening the door. “I'm very grateful for your help with my class load, sir.” 

His head fell back into his hands as you closed the door, leaving him to wonder just what the hell he'd got himself in for. 

[saym0-0]

afterlife smp floran lizzie x blazeborn joel.. what if i went insane forever. florans take x2 fire damage. what if i bit something im insane

[zarkishere]

did this on twt so why not here too?

Long list of Javier Escuella Headcanons! (both serious and not so much)

this is basically a compilation lol you guys have seen a few of these

his index, thumb and pointer finger's nails are longer to help him play the guitar without a pic __

Javier had a guitar back in Mexico, but when he had to run away he wasn't able to take it...of course, as soon as he could, he bought another one. post rdr2 he took it with him, and it was his way to keep him sane...but the songs just didn't sound the same, so he eventually quit __

someone (you know who you are) once said that as a little nod to Gabriel Sloyer, Javier should have a little guitar pick necklace and i love that __

Javier isn't GREAT at flirting (much less in english, he struggles there) but he knows how to make do and had a good couple of gfs back in Mexico __

modern Javi would have tattoos and piercings. ears done and a few tattoos, but not much...his mom HATED it at first and said he looked like a ratero JAJAJA (you know who you are x2!) __

He sees his scars as a failure. he let someone get close enough they'd be able to do such damage... and while some may take that as a 'fuck you I lived, so I'm better' he takes it as 'I'm fucking stupid and a moron and how could I fuck up so bad' __

continuing with that, i think he's VERY particular about his looks. In his mind, if he looks better, he'll get treated better. and since he couldn't control those scars, it drives him mad. __

In general, he's sometimes a bit of a control freak. he's scared of losing control, of people leaving and him not having a say on it, and he takes things really personally so...

AND UGHFHHG - Javier bpd character analysis WHENNNNN AUGH its so real to me im sorry im sorry

- Fear of abandonment - Impulsivity - Emotional instability - Unstable relationships - Anger - Etc

HE HAS BDP!! OR SOME OTHER PERSONALITY DISORDER!!!

his scars hurt when it's cold and he hates it __

sometimes he puts off shaving because having a knife so close to his face makes him really really anxious and he can't handle it (ptsd much) he also NEVER goes to a barber or asks someone else to help with his hair/beard because of that __

he has massive guilt over leaving his family and is so afraid someone will do that to him. boy in general has a lot of self-hatred and self-doubt

TW // SELF HARM!! FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS ONE - he plays the knife game as a way to excuse his self-harm cause it's 'just a game', right? so it's fine. sure, it's weird he messed up so much since he's basically a pro but...it's probably fine.

[literallys-illiteracy]

I'm not late you're late - New Shit Overview - Limbus Company - BP EGO:

Overview of all the Battle Pass EGO, plus with nice art from various artists i follow, that being said

please follow and support the original artists, all art is credited, with links to original artist source + other main accounts.

No the art isn't strictly necessary but I like using this as an excuse to shoutout some artists i like

Yearning - Mircalla Meursault:

Src: Project Moon (yes this is the PV, Art of this hasn't come across my dash/feed on any media i use for art :(, this is a placeholder, i'll probably make something for this)

can roll for up to 29 if the enemy has 12 bleed, rolls for 21 without conditionals this is essentially a better version of Sanguine desire rodion it is able to proc bleed-damage 5 times when being used, which is higher than the 2x damage that Sanguine Desire Rodion can deal, not to mention the fact that Rodion Deals lust damage while Meursault deals flat (bleed) damage

even more: Meursault's EGO needs 4+ resonance, not 4+ Absolute Resonance as Rodion does for highest results

This EGO also has a unique effect: Rose Wedge:

""Basically"" Max count is 4: This effect's count is applied through Meursault's EGO, up to a max of 4; Count is reduced at round en Max Potency is 10: Every time the unit with this effect takes 10 Bleed damage, increase potency by one. When this unit gains bleed through getting hit, inflict 1 bleed on attacker and 2 bleed on self. At 10 Potency, also gain +1 bleed count. [Combat end]: At either 10 Potency or 1 count, this effect expires, and deals [Potency x10] lust damage to this unit (max 100 Lust damage) if this effect kills, deal [Potency x2] Lust damage to all this unit's allies.

This unique effect on its own deals roughly half of Rodion's sanguine desire's lust damage effect.

This EGO also shares the same finale effect as Sanguine Desire: dealing the excess damage (on fourth coin specifically, so if it kills coins 1-3 then this effect will not proc) to all other allies of that unit.

Corrosion:

this EGO corrosion makes use of Meursault's predisposition for High-HP ID's, as it consumes 10% of his own Max HP in order to deal 5% of his max hp (or rather the consumed HP/2) to all allies and enemies.

This effect does not trigger below 50% hp however, in which case he will add 5 bleed to all allies, before activating bleed on all allies and healing for the damage done (minimum (assuming 6 sinners) 30 HP, Max (assuming all allies have 99 Bleed potency) 594 HP healed)

The corrosion rolls for a whopping 1 higher than the awakening, at 30 (with conditionals)

This EGO, when corroding, does not require the same 4+ resonance that the awakening does for the first 2 Bleed damage-trigger effects, the final coin's triple trigger however does require said 4 Resonance.

The third coin of corrosion saves you some time, as if the enemy did not have Rose Wedge prior to it being inflicted, it inflicts an additional 4 potency, meaning only 60 bleed damage must occur for max damage.

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My primary concern for this EGO is that of Bleed-count sustainability, i know that vampires are literally the bleed 'counts' but still (i am so sorry).

Namely because, the coin effect of the triple bleed activation requires a clash win, meaning that it cannot work against staggered targets; This is notable as it means the enemy requires at least 7 bleed count prior to Meursault beginning his clash, otherwise all bleed count will be consumed (1 or more from clashing, 1 each from coins 1 and 2, and then up to three from the final effect). Meursault's best bleed EGO, Rhino, is however excellent at applying bleed, as are many other ID's, the only problem therin being that those ID's have a tendency to be less effective regarding bleed potency that not.

This EGO, although i actually already wrote on it slightly in the past, makes me think about what is it that Meursault is so longing for in order to use this EGO; I know there's the line of thought with carnal desires relating to Marie back in the book, but id argue that its likely to be more than that, as if it was purely desire-driven then Heathcliff or Ishmael would have been better fits for the EGO.

His passive heals him for like up to 10 HP per turn, equal to the amount of bleed damage he deals/takes or something, i only noticed i didn't mention this at all in final editing

Yearning - Mircalla Don Quixote:

Src:@NishikujiC on twitter

This EGO rolls for up to 12 without conditionals. Coin power gained based on enemy bleed, up to 2, allows for this ego to roll for 23. And this EGO gains clash power based on BLOODFEAST CONSUMED BY **SELF** (which Don Quixote is currently unable to do, until she gains her season ID presumably) all together this EGO can clash for 23 currently, and 28 when she gets her seasonal ID.

This EGO deals more damage for each coin based on **Cumulative** Bloodfeast Consumed, which includes all allies and enemies. All coins share the same damage increase ratio, being 1% per 10 Bloodfeast Consumed (shared), or 0.1x per 1.

Coin 1 maxes out at 10% increase, requiring 100 Bloodfeast consumed; Coin 2 At 20%, needing 200. Coin 3 at 30%, needing 300. Coin 4 at 50%, needing 500 total bloodfeast consumed.

This EGO also has a unique effect, Polydipsic Rose:

Max Value: 5 Turn end: If this unit has 10+ bleed potency, take 1% max HP lust damage per value (maximum 30 Lust damage per value), then reduce value by one.

The awakening EGO applies 4 of this effect, which will deal a total of 10% max hp Lust damage (max 300 Lust damage) over its duration.

The Corrosion EGO applies 5, dealing a total of 15% max HP Lust damage (Max 450 Lust damage)

When used in Corrosion:

this EGO will roll for 30, being a negative coin EGO. It additionally has the Yaoi-Meursault effect of unyielding until the skill is finished, where her HP cannot drop below 1.

On use, gain 20 bleed, activate bleed on self, and reduce bleed count on self by 2; this can theoretically be useful for removing potentially fatal bleed count on self, however i believe its intended use is to instead stack more latent bloodfeast for the bloodfiend ID's to use.

Funnily enough, due to her passive "Spring Crimson Blossom", she is less likely to roll heads if this EGO has been used previously this combat, as she will heal a whopping 2 SP due to the 20 bleed damage on self.

This EGO corrosion is able to inflict 22 bleed potency, 2 through a [before attack] effect if under 150 bloodfeast; 1 for every 50 Bloodfeast consumed (total) up to a max of 10 and 500 consumed. 10 inflicted when under 100 bloodfeast.

on the second coin, it deals 20% increased damage for every 100 total Bloodfeast consumed, up to a max of 100% increase. additionally, this EGO will heal Don for 50% of the damage that coin dealt, exactly like Le Sangre De Sancho, except this healing is maxed at 10 per target, for a max of 70 healing. 70 Healing is nothing to scoff at in the slightest, but at the same time, the other self healing-damage dealing EGO in the game, Wingbeat, can consistently heal Ishmael to full HP Moreso, other healing EGO arent limited by the targetable enemies, making this far less useful than other healing EGO in any non-group battle situation, maybe if she had some sort of gimmick like meursault where she had 14 attack weight but only healed/dealt bleed damage on allies? idk.

Her passive heals for 1 SP every time 10 bleed damage occurs, maxed at 10.

Lasso Faust:

Src: @stellar-jasper Stellar_jasper Linktree

this EGO rolls for 13 without conditionals. This EGO gains power based on enemy rupture and speed, being able to roll for 22 total.

Before attack: Gain 2 Haste next turn.

This EGO is count negative by one, as it inflicts +2 on coin 1 of three.

This EGO's passive works well with Seven Ass. Faust due to having the same: "after attack, if enemy is staggered or defeated". This EGO passive is also able to inflict rupture count, being +1 count on 2 enemies

Lasso Hong Lou:

Src: @stellar-jasper Stellar_jasper linktree

This EGO rolls for 12 without conditionals. With conditionals (total speed (self speed + Enemy speed) and enemy Rupture) this ego rolls for 24.

This EGO is ALSO count negative, inflicting *up to* (based on glut. Resonance) +3 count on coin 3 of four.

its weird that PM has been trying to make Rupture-Bleed a thing since season 1, back with Ebony Queen's stem.

This EGO is interesting? its Rupture count negative, it inflicts rupture based on own speed?

This EGO also has an effect (Lasso Faust corrosion shares this effect but i CBA): "Lasso"

Lasso: Round end, gain rupture potency equal to speed value (max 5), then reduce count by one and gain 1 bind next turn

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....why does it inflict based on speed count... when it drops their speed count? it drops their speed count...

This EGO actually rolls lower during corrosion, being 23 rather than 24.

In corrosion this EGO inflicts 1 extra HP healing down and Lasso effect, while inflicting 1 less rupture count (due to it losing a coin it remains at -1 count total) and +2 bleed count.

I rather like the correlation between roses and bloodfiends, linking the Rose-hunter's into being the bloodfiend hunters as only bloodfiend hunters (and also season 1's R.B. Chef de Cuisine Ryōshū) possess this effect.

The only flaw in that correlation however is that the "rose" aspect of the hunter is not it searching for roses, the "rose" descriptor is self referential, it is instead hunting apples.

on the final coin only, deal 1% more damage for every rupture, and the same effect for bleed, for a potential 60% increase total.

I don't like rupture very much so i don't have too many thoughts on that aspect, however, i am somewhat interested in the thematic surrounding this Abnormality, including both Faust and Hong Lou, alongside the fact that it was included in Don Quixote's Dungeon and Canto. Specifically, other than the obvious fairy tale motif shared by Don herself, it has the trait of a supposed "predetermined story" of sorts, as seen through both the awakening EGO lines:

Follow the predetermined path of the tale. Be ensnared, for that is only right.

Run along the flow and voilà~ There you are!

This can be related to Don herself acting "how a fixer should act" in her belief, upholding, and attempting to prove the justness of her version of justice, and her dismay when something should slight that (eg. during the casino scene of canto 2).

there is more elaboration to be made in a follow up post, i would normally write it here, however i like to avoid cross-contamination with when i discuss spoilers/new content

Hex Nail sinclair:

(There were others i just wanted an excuse to shout this artist out) Src:@shroomychan.bsky.social @Myceliumycete on tumblr

Rolls for 21 max.

Hits up to 3 enemies.

Inflicts up to 4 curse (2 min. 4 max.) and inflicts 3 nails. this EGO also consumes 2 curse on hit, and activates both those curse-effects immediately. At 4+ curse, inflict 1 same turn clash power down for some reason its clarified that it can only inflict the clash power down once per turn which.... its a 2 coin skill so Rusty Commemorative Coin doesn't work... and it's an EGO so you can't use it twice in a turn?

Corrosion:

this EGO rolls for a 25 in corrosion, becoming a negative coin skill.

the conditional for maximum curse is now removed, being 4 by default; the first coin also applies one more bleed potency. (3)

if 4+ envy resonance, this skill will inflict 1 clash power down (still same turn). For some reason the in game text feels the need to clarify "4+ envy resonance including this skill" which... yeah? that's how resonance works? None of the other EGO released this batch have these weird additional sections in their coin effects, its only Hex Nail(s)? All of the others just say "for/if X+ resonance"

additionally, this skill will have attack weight 3 by default instead of requiring envy resonance (for every 3 envy resonance INCLUDING THIS SKILL gain attack weight +1)

Passive: Gain Clash power up and defense level up if this unit has a negative effect on self at round start... This EGO doesn't have any self inflicted negative effects? Not even the corrosion has any self negative effects? Sinclair doesn't even have a self-negative effect ID yet? and i don't see him getting a bloodfiend ID for self-bleed shenanigans? idk.

ok now let me Nail Sincla

Hex Nail Rodion:

Src: minji_mj2802 on twitter Minji_mj's Carrd

Rolls for 24

After attack will heal SELF AND 2 OTHERS for 15% of THIS UNIT'S max HP. Note two things, the fact that this will always heal self (which pursuance is unable to do) and heals based on own max HP, unlike other Healing EGO like Meursault's Pursuance which heals the other sinners max HP.

Each unit being healed will heal 2.5% HP for every negative effect on self (max 10% increase to healing)

Heals self and three allies at 4+ envy resonance [[INCLUDING THIS SKILL]].

inflicts 4 Bleed, 3 curse, 3 nails.

in corrosion, this EGO rolls for 28 as a negative coin skill.

This attack will heal 3 other allies and self for 20% of this unit's max HP. every unit this heals will gain 1 offence level up for every negative effect on self (max 3) this will also heal one additional ally at 4+ envy resonance **[[INCLUDING THIS SKILL]]**

Passive:

When this unit inflicts bleed or unique bleed against an enemy with non EGO attack skills, inflict 1 defence level down (once per turn) Also inflict 2 additional bleed if target already possessed bleed or unique bleed.

If an ally, including self, takes unblocked HP damage from "the" enemy, inflict 1 curse against said enemy (2 times per turn)

I want to point out the fact that the description says from "the" enemy? i'm assuming this means that once you hit someone they gain curse if they attempt to attack someone back? Also, i'm fairly sure that Rodion is now the first to have 3 He EGO? we need someone to get a third Zayin, fourth Teth, fourth He, or second Waw to break the records now i guess

Now there are some interesting things to note about Hurting teddy bear as a whole so lets give that its own heading:

Hex Nail Primogenitor Hurting Teddy Bear:

Or i suppose happy teddy bear is the ancestor so it should be just progenitor? or is the well the primogenitor? im overthinking this.

So lets start with obvious observations: The correlation that can be made with voodoo dolls, the common idea of a cursed doll that you insert nails into, hence the status effect "Curse" first being present in this abnormalities EGO and only later appearing in another archetypically "haunted" or "Cursed" thematic of Bygone Days.

While 'Happy Teddy Bear' was a toy that was abandoned by its owner, the Hurting Teddy Bear seems to not have the same kind of integrality with its owner that its progenitor had, due to the lack of any direct mention of its owner. Rather, 'Hurting Teddy Bear' seems to be indicative of abuse or being controlled by another in life, represented through a clearly abused and neglected toy — It's less directly clear as to how this relates to Faust's past as we know, to use to technical term, "absolutely fucking nothing" about her past; Rodion's relation can be seen in her sprite and animation, with her use of the bear as a puppet (or the puppets control of her during corrosion), this is related to social determinism*, wherein the circumstances of neglect and abuse that surrounded Rodion within her past were the direct cause of her crime of murdering the pawn shop owner. we can too see this in the Corrosion line:

Now, little Rodya. Hurt them with your own hands. Fuhu, ta-da!

The obvious correlation to be made being "Hurt them with your own hands". This concept of puppetry extends in two more aspects, the first of which being Rodion's base EGO: What is Cast. specifically referring to her line during said EGO, which reinforces my posited argument with the abuse controlling her:

I couldn't undo a thing

'She' couldn't undo a thing, 'she' wasn't the one who was in control.

as for the second, i have yet to see this for myself but from what i've heard: while her face during the corrosion's idle sprite is normally somewhat dour, if zoomed in on, her expression changes to that of a normal, cheery Rodion. This can be interpreted as the consequences/circumstances of Rodion's abuse and past still controlling how she behaves to this day, while still in this company, a concept that is a fairly common sentiment ive seen as her story is far from finished.

The awakening sprite could be representative of this in reverse, her harm towards those who ARE corrupt and immoral.

Sinclair is much more direct, being the concept of abuse and exploitation by Kromer, and to some extent im sure neglect by his family — This doesn't explain the entirety of this EGO however, as the line's do not support this entirely:

Why don't you try impaling yourself with it, then. Feel what it's like to have someone curse you…

Now that you're torn, I'll sew you up! Heheh… Get over here!

Rather than just being *the* abuse that Sinclair has suffered, i believe that, while downstream of that idea, the most accurate representation is the embodiment of resentment, hatred at others who abused him over time, his seething wrath.

of course my theory is discounted because this EGO doesn't use Wrath resources.

*(which i am NOT FUCKING ADDING RODION TO I ALREADY HAVE 10 CHARACTERS IN THAT ESSAY MY GOD)

[homestuckreplay]

Skaia: *20d6 fire and 20d6 bludgeoning damage*

(page 756-758, again)

One day later, I can confidently say that WV: Ascend is the coolest thing Homestuck has done so far. There’s an impressive amount happening in just two and a half minutes of animation - it does a great job at advancing most of the storylines that have been woven throughout Act 2, and setting up some new mysteries for Act 3.

First and very excitingly, we get the coordinates of John’s neighborhood when WV’s bunker flies overhead. John lives at 47.362101, -122.054144 – a suburb in Maple Valley, Washington, about halfway between Seattle and Tacoma. It’s even near a lake, just like the one we see in zoomed out shots of John’s house. Real life pictures of this area look like a very generic suburb, one that could be copy-pasted from lots of parts of the US, so it’s perfect for his context. I really love the idea of John being so close to the ocean – a place associated with openness and freedom – yet so unable to access it.

John himself doesn't appear in the animation, only his home does. I think the same is true for GG. The coordinates of WV’s appearified pumpkin (coordinates p.733, pumpkin seen next to GG on p.665) are identical to those of the frog statue, where WV touches down. Every possible clue to GG only makes her more mysterious, and the idea that she could live in a place so connected to Skaia is no exception. If she has some access to Skaia’s potential, this could explain her knowledge of the future, especially in regards to Sburb. I’m guessing that this statue and GG both will play a big role in Act 3.

The Peregrine Mendicant, as they approach the ruins of John’s house and the apple shaped bunker close by, may also have a role. Since we know Sburb’s pre-punched card can contain a variety of items, and the apple and its tree were John’s, I’d guess that Rose’s item will be cylindrically shaped – as suggested by someone on discord, it could even be a can.

WV: Ascend really highlights the malleable and nonlinear role of time in Act 2, and takes us much further back into the past, and a little further into the future, than anything so far, radically expanding the scope of the story geographically and chronologically. I’m going to discuss time in Act 2 at length in an essay I’m currently planning, but for now I want to mention the meteor that collided with Earth in (apparently) prehistoric times. This happened before the Pacific Ocean was even an ocean, and the raptor flying overhead once it has become an ocean suggests that the meteor, Skaia’s power over Earth, and the frog statue built inside the crater, all far predate recognizable life on Earth. Page 545 shows us that Dad has been collecting newspaper clippings related to meteors for decades. This felt pretty huge at the time, but is made vastly insignificant by the idea that such meteors go back millions of years. Who’s to say it wasn’t the ‘creative potential’ of Skaia that created life on Earth itself????

I went through act 2 to find all the ‘psyche!’ moments, so here they are: PSYCHE cuts from Rose to Dave (p.308), OH SNAP cuts from Dave back to Rose (p.357), PSYCHE and OH WAIT – x2 DOUBLE PSYCHEOUT COMBO cuts from Dave to GG to WV (p.665) and finally, PSYCHE?? – UNPSYCHE. cuts from the fakeout end of act animation to the actual end of act animation.

Beyond just these moments, act 2 is very focused on transitions – fitting, as it begin with John’s transition from Earth to the Medium. Some others that get highlighted by the narrator or player are John to WV (p.270-271), Dave to John (p.466-467 and p.613-614) and John back to Dave (p.663-664). Cuts between John and Rose are never highlighted, perhaps due to the link between them as co-players making these feel more natural.

I’ve mentioned before that WV’s ‘Years in the future…’ pages have always been followed by Rose’s GameFAQ pages (p.248-249, 271-272, 439-440 and 509-510), creating a parallel between these two characters. Finding out that they are in the same physical space, four hundred and thirteen years apart in time, both vying for control over John Egbert, is such a cool payoff to this with a BIG implication. Does being a Sburb server player create a sort of ‘node of potential’ in that physical location through which it’s possible to control the corresponding client player? Does this mean John eventually becomes a server player? Does this happen so that Sburb guarantees that if something happens to a server player – for example, dying to a meteor while trying to enter the game themself – the client player can still be guided through the game? Are these bunkers really natural formations, as the animation implies, or are they formed through some kind of alchemy? A combination of both?

Both Rose’s mom and Dave’s bro appear in this flash, although their stories are still entirely tied to their charges, while John’s dad (Mr. Egbert? Clown Egbert? Can Clown be a honorific?) now has an arc of his own. All of the guardians seem to be in control of their own situations, but Dad is now far away, while Nannasprite has taken on the role of actively looking after John.

We already knew Dave’s bro was a scheming mastermind setting up saw traps for his brother, and Dave being colored in orange, pink and yellow as he stands on the rooftop reminds me of the red, pink and yellow of Rowlf in Bro’s ‘ironic’ comic (p.565) – but this is the first time we’ve seen Bro’s actual, non-silhouetted form. We’ve seen Rose’s mom before, but she’s now revealed as an equally high level mastermind, and it casts her actions in a whole new light. Mom did not erect Jaspers’ mausoleum in a ‘spirit of scornful IRONY’ – she was in fact concealing an escape hatch to which only she knew the passcode. How much she knew about the specific circumstances it might be used in is still up in the air, as well as why she waited for this exact moment, when Rose has already been in danger for hours, but I think there’s a lot more to her than being a (possible) neglectful alcoholic.

After this very beautiful animation, the curtains close on Act 2 (p.758) identical to those closing on Act 1 (p.247), and to those opening on the Skaian gates during Nannasprite's lore (p.422). Thanks, Act 2. I miss you already.

Also I still love that frog.

[hot-claws]

I feel like in fan fiction, Logan is normally cast as the PE teacher. I hesitate to give him that role for some reason. I think people might underestimate how PE teaches things like stretching, how that changes, Logan’s willingness to test to be certified for teaching and/or attend conferences to follow education standards as new research comes out.

But hear me out - I think he is better suited as the groundskeeper. Especially in the movieverse setting post X2 where Logan is at the start seemingly freeloading off of the school while it operates. He starts of with subtle things that just annoys him - like a creaking sound on a cabinet. Just put some WD40 on that. Then he notices a worn panel, probably damaged by a student with overactive powers. No worries - Logan found some tools in an outdoor shed and builds a new panel and installs it.

The other faculty and students don’t notice it but then start to realize slowly that… the drawers open more smoothly. The wood finishes seem more shiny and new. That fence has a fresh coat of paint. The kitchen sink stopped dripping. Eventually, the students catch on and they ask for Logan to fix things in their room. It starts off with a student who is embarrassed to tell the teachers that he burned a piece of furniture when accidentally using their powers. Then Rogue complains about a wobbly chair in her table within earshot of Logan and he comes over and fixes it. Jean mentions that she needs to replace a piece of exercise equipment in the gym and Logan offers to pick it up and install it. Instead of taking the car into a mechanic, Scott consults Logan first about an issue with one of the cars and they’re able to figure out what’s wrong on their own instead.

Charles eventually brings up in a faculty meeting how nice it is that they haven’t had to hire contractors lately to fix things around the school. It’s normally a pain to vet contractors to make sure that they aren’t anti-mutant or make arrangements to keep the mutant school thing a secret. But now Logan seems to have naturally taken that role in the school. Logan has no comment on the matter and is regularly absent during staff meetings.

He can still be a substitute teacher (in a pinch), proctor tests, lead X-team trainings, supervise the kids during field trips, lead extracurricular activities like outdoor trips and martial arts. I believe in the DoFP universe where Logan is a history teacher in the Howard Zinn style of "bottom up" vs "top down". But I just feel like groundskeeper is more realistic imo.

Side note: Maybe I just overvalue my PE education because as a 30 year old I am so appreciative of learning how to stretch. I don’t think Logan would bother or know like the most recent changes to exercise best practice for an updated curriculum. I also went to school in California when Arnold Schwarzenegger was governor and he implemented a lot of state educational policy where students had to be tested on several things like mile times, bmi, endurance, strength, etc. As an unathletic nerd, I remember it because it source of stress if I couldn’t pass these assessments. And again I think that administrative burden doesn’t feel like something that Logan would bother. I do think it’d bother the faculty if it’s not done because they do want the students to matriculate to colleges should the students want to pursue higher education. That requires meeting accreditations standards regardless if the school has secrets about the paramilitary training and the mutant social services.

[ahamkara-apologist]

Maybe for the SFW prompts, "Trembling hands" and "Rampage" for whatever YW your heart desires? My thought was when Ghost is heavily damaged during TFS- maybe a bad end where Ghost wasn't able to keep going... go crazy king x2

WHELP i only have one YW so woe, more aeris be upon ye!

Micro fic prompts (SFW) | NSFT Fic prompts

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Ghost was hurt.

It was the only thing that he could think of, an endless litany in his mind. He tore his way through the battlefield with everything he had, Darkness and Light alike painting the shifting world below with a rainbow of gore. Excision, they had called it, made it seem so clean and neat and tidy, but this was anything but. This was a bloodbath the likes of nothing he had ever seen before. Paracausal power burned through every cell, every molecule, and yet the Dread just kept coming, echoes of a thousand dead civilizations torn apart and twisted together like a child playing with dolls, howling and screaming and bounding forth to tear him limb from limb-

And above it all the Witness loomed, watching their struggle with dark, empty eyes.

To his right, one of Caiatl’s legionaries fell. The subjugator that killed him laughed, an echo of Lubrae rewrought into something wickedly cruel, all of the thousands of injustices of their civilization twisted into one being. He leapt upon her, Ergo Sum held aloft, and tore her chest open while her dual-toned voice howled with fury, thorns of Luster bursting forth instead of blood. They gouged through his gauntlets, sinking into his veins with the hunger of the Dark, but he jerked back before they could take root inside his arteries, the overflow of Light in his body burning them away. 

Tucked away in the pocket of his mind, he felt Ghost shudder, the lifeforce that made him now threatening to burst him apart. Aeris felt the pain of his bondmate echo through him, and flushed himself with Darkness instead. He threw a duskfield grenade at his feet, encasing the two Grim lunging towards him in jagged crystals before they could split his head open with their screams, then shattered them both with a swift blow of his blade, the dust of their bodies forming a thick rime coating over his form. He wore it as armour as he waded through a sea of broken bodies, firing upon the survivors as he went, and fell back to where Saint was holding the line, reloading his pulse rifle with numb, shaking hands. A quick nod to the titan, and then he was back out in the field, the din of the battle hitting him in full.

Ghost was hurt. 

They were the Traveler’s Chosen. He didn’t know why. They were the Traveler’s Chosen and Her light was breaking him, and he didn’t know why, he didn’t know why, he didn’t know why-

The Witness loomed above, a hand the size of a Skiff coming down from the heavens. Aeris leapt away, bounding like a rabbit before the shadow of a hawk, and fired upon it before it withdrew, the bark of his rifle a familiar song in his ears. It cringed away in pain, those hateful dark eyes turning to glower down at him instead, and Aeris darted for the schism nearest to him, reaching for the Traveler’s power so that he may turn it upon its most deadly foe.

Ghost was hurt.

Another surge of Light, painful in its intensity, and-

And suddenly that was it. Ghost was gone. 

It was not the abrupt weakness of his Light leaving him that made him stumble, or the scream of pain that echoed through his mind when it did. It was the emptiness. The complete absence of a presence that had been with him since the very beginning, the sensation of being cleaved in two. He reached for the comforting weight of presence and found only himself. Only himself, and nobody else.

Ghost dropped from his perch on his backpack to the ground below him. His shell was locked tight, a husk around his empty core, laced through with so many cracks that it was a miracle that it did not shatter on impact. The light of his optic was dim. Aeris forced himself to reach for him, to make his too-heavy body move quick enough to pick him up off the bloodstained ground. There was a smear of bloody earth on the tip of his fin; he tried to smooth it away, but his hands were shaking too hard, and all he managed to do was succeed in smearing it around. Ghost would have hated that. Ghost would have scolded him for that, would have shook himself free to bristle momentarily about the indignity before sighing and returning to his side. 

Ghost was gone.  

The world faded around him- and then returned, in a sudden burst of overwhelming sensation. In his helmet, someone was screaming, someone was shouting, someone else was roaring to get him off the battlefield. It didn’t matter. There were phalanx shields guarding him, keeping the Dread off of him, but they were faltering under the weight of the onslaught. The dark snarling of a Tormenter pierced through the battlefield, hateful, paracausal words scraping directly up against the inside of his skull; it was coming, and it was coming fast. If he did not move, he would die. If he pushed himself like he did before, he would die. And he would not come back. 

He did not have the Light.

It didn’t matter. He had the Dark. 

The cold rolling off of him was the only warning that Caiatl’s forces got before they froze solid, an impenetrable row of crystal forming a wall around him. From between their forms, Aeris stalked forth, Ghost cradled to his chest in one hand, Ergo Sum clutched tight in the other. There was more screaming over the coms, but he was numb to them, numb to whatever they might be saying, numb to the consequences that were sure to result from his actions. All that mattered was the end. 

The Witness looked at him. There was something in its eyes there that Aeris recognized, but that he did not care to name. It did not matter what it felt- if it was hatred, if it was anger, if it was pity or sympathy. It did not matter, because Ghost was gone, and it had to die.   

This was your choice. You did not have to suffer like this. We gave you freedom, and instead you chose entropy. You chose pain. 

This was always your destiny, little light.

The Dread swarmed, shrieked, fell to the shriving blades of Lightbearers and Coalition members alike. Only the Tormentor from before survived the counterattack, and it loomed forth with scythe in hand, its deep voice rattling through his bones with each snarled alien insult. Aeris stared it down, numb to anything except the pain in his chest, and took the cold dark emptiness within him and sent it forth as a whirlwind of crystalline blades, the wind howling in tandem to the anguished scream locked behind his teeth. The blizzard ate the Dread down to the bone, flayed hide from flesh and sprayed blood on the wind, freezing it into even more shards of deadly shrapnel before moving onwards to its next target; it did not touch him, the epicenter of its fury, and so he became the eye of the storm, an axis upon which the wheel of slaughter turned. Of those who survived his maelstrom, he reached into the weave of reality to find the threads that made them, and then tore them asunder; they died screaming, ripped apart down to their very atoms, and still it was not yet enough. Even when his focus faltered and the storm died down, when the river of reality rushed out of his grasp- it was still not enough.

Ghost was dead.

Pain made a wild animal out of him, twisted him into savagery beyond which he’d ever dreamed. The Tormenter leapt for him, roaring in fury, nothing holding it together but the bedraggled weave of its own Luster, and with a roar of his own he reached for his glaive to bury its blade deep into its chest, mortal muscles straining to hold its weight steady as he twisted it deep and pulled the trigger. The chest of the Tormentor exploded, its form bursting into untamed tangles of thorns, and still Aeris went on, his grief a thousand knives cutting ribbons into his heart.

Ghost was dead.

The chatter in his helmet was growing more frantic now. A Lightbearer reached for him; he swung wildly at them in turn, glaive switched back out for his sword, and they staggered back in shock, their intestines spilling out through their fingers as they struggled to keep their slit abdomen together. Another tried, but their hand snatched shut on empty air as Aeris pulled through the weave of Strand to jerk himself into the air, rushing towards the Witness on the strings of the universe. 

It looked down upon him, God-killer, now diminished to naught more than a man. It looked down upon him, and he looked back up at it and saw pity, distant and cruel, and through the emptiness and the pain and the wailing, childish confusion, he felt something crystal-clear and pure as daylight.

Hatred.

It was not me who did this to you, child.

But you will not listen, will you?

He dove into the river between worlds to find the thread connecting the being before him to the world around him as the Witness leaned forth, fingertips burning bright. Within the tapestry of its currents, he saw a horror; the Witness was not so much a singular woven entity insofar as it was a great, writhing knot of different threads and currents, all gnarled together into one inelegant monstrosity. It was a being made of dead-end cuts and crude snares, a noose tied around the neck of reality. 

There was one thread dangling loose, hanging free from the knot of reality- one thread leading back to the core. One thread to unravel a god. 

He gasped it tight, heedless to the way his own essence began to vibrate apart, and jerked on it as hard as he could. It burned in his grip, writhing like a snake in his hands, but he held it tight and pulled. The Witness flinched, a momentous movement for one so large, and there was the lick of heat behind him as someone threw themselves forth towards the platform on burning wings, but he couldn’t split his attention from what he held before him, even as the person behind him screamed his name.

One thread to unravel a god. All he needed to do was sever it, and he raised his sword high shining with the Light that had killed his ghost and he was spinning himself loose fast and he swung it down as the golden beam of Luster shot forth and he just needed it to hit-

Burning pain.

Then nothing at all.

[tailschannel]

Bonus Missions, Snowdrift Sonic, and bug fixes in latest Sonic Forces Mobile update

With the release of the Apple Arcade exclusive Sonic Dream Team came a new patch for SEGA HARDlight's long-running mobile game, Sonic Forces: Speed Battle.

The new update, version 4.23.0, came with a new runner scheduled for future in-game events, several quality-of-life improvements, balance changes, and the introduction of Bonus Missions.

The developers also announced significant improvements to the mobile game's anti-cheat detection code, promising players to see "far less exploiters in races and on the leaderboards."

A look at Snowdrift Sonic

Snowdrift Sonic will be equipped with a speed stat of 10/10, a strength stat of 4/10, and an acceleration stat of 6/10.

Snowball - Give your rivals the chills with this snowy strike.

Gift Wrapped - Need some gift wrap? No problem. With this festive boost you’ll have your rivals covered!​

Festive Forest - Plant trees to needle your opponents and a chance to treat yourself to a free gift.

Speed Battle players can collect cards for this festive runner between 19 to 26 December 2023.

Bonus Missions

Officially dubbed a "new and exciting way to gain cards" for Speed Battle runners, the newly unveiled Bonus Missions feature will allow players to collect cards for different runners every week.

Starting today, this week's bonus mission is to collect cards for Treasure Hunter Knuckles and Elite Agent Rouge.

Balance changes

Character balance changes were made for Mephiles the Dark and Rusty Rose in the latest Speed Battle update.

Changed "guarantee" to "chance of" x2/x3 for Mephiles the Dark's Stalking Shade,

Slightly reduced damage for Rusty Rose's Crossed Wires at all levels, and reduced chance of x2/x3 on Crossed Wires,

Updated upgrade text for Rusty Rose's Crossed Wires to correctly reflect final upgrade (increase to chance of x3, not x2).

Bug fixes

From SEGA HARDlight's official patch notes, bug fixes for version 4.23.0 of Speed Battle are as follows:

Fixed an issue with Darkspine Sonic powerups spawning behind him,

Fixed an issue with Zeena's blizzard bomb spawning behind her,

Fixed an issue with speed up/slow down trail items,

Fixed an issue where vault bonus box would show a cooldown despite not enough time left on vault to claim it again,

Fixed an issue where item slots locked by Booby Trap would unlock when taking electric damage,

Fixed issues with some item behaviour being different on networked clients: Whisper running through her own Pink Spikes made it cause no damage to other rivals; ISJ running through his own Trap Shot made it cause no damage to other rivals; and some projectiles, such as Psychic Surprise, instantly exploded when viewed on a rivals device.

[silvernyxchariot]

I am fueled by spite. Someone commented to me (on HoyoLab, of course 🙄), "Ayato is such a let down.. I cant clear the Abyss with him... :( He only does 13K damage." So, I logged into Genshin and cleared the Abyss with Ayato. Wow, that was SO difficult./s :))

Kavethem Nation, I am ever so closer to 36 stars in the Abyss with my "wrong" Hyperbloom team.

But I'm also suspicious. If I (/emphasis) the Kavetham-Favorite-Character player can clear this Abyss, it's too easy.

Little video if you want to watch

Benny got knocked the fuck out.

Furina is not fully built and doesn't have her best weapons, Ferryman for F2P or Splendor of Tranquil Waters for those whales.

Kazuha. . . was doing his best.

Yet I still cleared the Abyss. 🤨 Build your Ayato better. To be abundantly precise, the person said CLEAR the Abyss. They didn't say get 36 STARS.

From the sounds of the person's comments, they just received Ayato back in December from his last rerun. Baby, I've had Ayato since his debut in 2022. He still needs better artifacts and his signature weapon. Building your characters takes time.

If the Kaveh mains can get big numbers, so can you. I've also encountered, on TikTok, two DPS Candace mains, a couple of Chongyun mains, a Xiao main, but that's starting to get off topic.

EDIT: They're coming out the goddamn walls!

EDIT:

The first of 4 (I think) people who commented to me on TikTok and couldn't grasp the concept, "Build the characters you want, your way." But then again, reading comprehension is so dead. Let me tell you, because I chose not to screenshot all the other comments 🛑✋️🙄, what else they had to say, poor grammar, spelling, and all.

"Work on better characters instead 🙏🙏" (Build whoever you want on your own account. Mind your own business.)

"thats your own fault for pullingfor him Ayato is high investment" (Where in the video or description did I say I REGRET pulling for Ayato?¿ SOMEONE ELSE complained to me. Build whoever you want.)

"Ayatos just a bad character overall" (And I reiterate, build whoever you want. Why do Any of you care about which characters Someone Else builds on their Own account. Jesus fucking Christ. If you don't enjoy my videos, leave.)

"criting once in a million times" (Ok. And?This isn't a Tartaglia gag video, nor is it 2021.)

EDIT x2:

I thought the comments we lost, Lost. But I dug around in my settings.

[wizardofrozz]

Next up in my interesting crossover: Marshal Commander Cody 🥰

Perks from the amazing @dickarchivist

You Dropped This, Again, when on strikes/raids, if one or more Guardians are down, as long as you are standing within 10 feet of their Ghost, you are able to REZ them at the same time. Max 3 Guardians.

Take Charge, when downing Vex combatants, abilities and supers charge x2 faster

Guard Dog, when you are the last Guardian, as long as you are not reviving other Guardians, your primary ammo does double (x2.5) damage until all allies are revived.

Captain Rex

Commander Fox

Commander Wolffe

Sergeant Sawbones

Taglist:

@a-single-tulip @wings-and-beskar @anxiouspineapple99 @secondaryrealm @dystopicjumpsuit

@moonlightwarriorqueen @msmeredithrose @starrylothcat @starqueensthings @multi-fan-dom-madness

@sev-on-kamino @trixie2023 @mythical-illustrator @hetalianskywalker

[asteral-feileacan]

Update on the Arcane situation, in bullet points, according to me at 1:30 am, and mostly not in chronological order:

man took a chainsaw to the back but eh you know him he'll be fine

my blorbo is now jesus apparently, this definitely won't end badly right guys?? right??

OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMATES

so like 4 of our main characters have just been like temporarily deleted from the universe, that's a little concerning

manic blorbo takes on child assistant who follows her around, accidentally adopts said child

where is jesus i miss him

oh we still have 6 more episodes to go

cait no

jayce, ily, but i think now might be a teeny tiny bit late to think "hey maybe we shouldve listened to the ferret on this one"

also i have a lot of feels about sevika and jinx and their shared loss

ALSO VI WIPING AWAY HER NAME IN THE OPENING CREDITS?? HELLO WHO WAS PERMITTED TO DROP SUCH A BOMB ON ME STRAIGHT AWAY

cait no x2

whiplash but like viktor and jayce are giving me emotional damage and i want more of it thank you

still giggling over they were roomates

ugh the jarring, faded, charcoal-esque animation/stop motion with cait, fully 3D and rendered in the center during the funeral jsgsbsjajah

last i can think of but not least, CAIT N O.

@sinvulkt @hellphrog i am not okay please help me get through the next 6 episodes

[pale-opal]

A Legitimate Question

You know how in X2, you can go on a sidequest to retrieve Zero's body parts to prevent him from being rebuilt and brainwashed by Sigma & Friends? Well, here's something I don't quite understand about that:

Why is Zero's head detached from his torso?

No, seriously. Why is that? When he self-destructs back in X1, his head and torso are still connected:

This is the case in Maverick Hunter X as well:

Now that we've established that Zero's head was originally still attached, we need to figure out why on Earth the Three Stooges X-Hunters would change that. For what I can tell, there are two potential reasons:

Something Happened to Zero's Head, Meaning That it Had to Be Repaired Separately This is definitely a possibility. Homeboy was not doing well after self-destructing. He couldn't even open his eyes, he was in so much pain. And by the looks of it, his self-repair systems were pulling an X5 and not responding. If you told me that he concussed himself, or damaged some important part of his brain, I'd believe it. ...but at the same time, he literally blew his legs and one of his arms off. It is far more likely that the amount of pain he's in, as well as his self-repair systems not functioning, is a result of his extensive damage instead, much like what happened in X5. Not only that, but his head could've been repaired while still remaining connected to his torso. There's also the possibility that Zero's control chip would have to be inserted between his head and torso, hence why the head is removed. But if that's the case, why does X need all three of Zero's parts? Why not stop at the head and torso, if that's all that's needed? Couldn't Dr. Cain just cobble together some new legs? He's a smart man. I believe in him. So that leaves us with reason number two:

They're Screwing With X Think about it for a second. We know that the X-Hunters wanted to use Zero's parts as bait, so that they would have a chance to fight X and potentially stop him from getting any further in taking out the mavericks. However, they could've easily done this with his arm parts instead of his head if they wanted to, right? But here's the thing: Serges is a mad scientist. Agile is a spy and strategist. Violen is... a regular jerk, I guess (I have no idea what his role on the team is). But the point is that these people know that X beating them is a possibility, and they are going to go out of their way to make it as hard as possible, simply because of who they are. They aren't dueling him for who gets custody rights over Zero out of the nonexistent kindness in their hearts, or in the name of fairness. Think of it like this: if you were an X-Hunter, what would be the easiest way to mess with the guy that's ruining all your plans, while also making his potential victory over you as painful as possible? The answer is simple. Give him the severed head of his best friend before running away. Not only could he not kill you, but he also gets a gruesome reminder of just how dead his bestie is. Oh, and be sure to tell him that this isn't the last he'll be seeing of you:

So, what can we gather from all this? What's the big takeaway? Here's what I think: Dr. Light may have built X to be a peacekeeper, but that doesn't mean he's a pushover. He's got some serious mental fortitude on him. Sure, he retires in between X6 and X7. But honestly? If it were me, I would've hit the bricks a while ago. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't have even gone out to the highway back in X1. I would've been trying to figure out how to get out of the country as fast as possible, just so I wouldn't have to deal with whatever the mavericks were up to that week. But X? He takes those mavericks out, no questions asked. He fights the same dude eight times (ten, if we count Sigma's appearances in the Xtreme titles). He even comes out of retirement, just because he gets inspired by how much Zero and the random kid he brought home care about helping people. And he does all this despite hating fighting more than anything else. And you know what? I can respect that. (This essay was partially inspired by this post.)

[soylent-crocodile]

Klingon (Race)

(Artist Unknown, taken from the Klingon Core Rulebook)

(After vulkans, klingons are THE Star Trek race, so I had to do 'em. Also, I hate gamebooks that list all their artists in one big clump at the start without also giving credit to individual art pieces. Makes sourcing damn near impossible.

Also, if it's not clear, I'm not fond of klingon's near-fascism.)

Klingons are a race that pride themselves on a strong warrior code and strict adherence to honor. A klingon’s life is expected to be given in its entirety to battle and strength; he will train from adolescence, and seek an honorable death so as not to shame his family. Horrifically, a klingon who is no longer able to fight is considered useless and a burden on their kind- they are expected to commit ritual suicide. While almost all klingons pay lip service to the ideals of their code, the fact is much of their leadership prioritizes gaining power for themselves rather than acting with honor and honesty, and will gladly stab someone in the back if it means advancement for them. 

Klingons who hew close to this culture tend towards law and evil, although there are klingons who have escaped it and choose to define their own ideals.

Ability Scores: Klingons are tough and powerful, but consider intellectual pursuits to be dishonorable. They get +2 to Strength and Constitution and -2 to Intelligence. Medium: Klingons are medium creatures that get no bonuses or penalties based on size. Speed: Klingons have a base speed of 30ft. Languages: Klingons start play knowing Klingon. Klingons with a high intelligence score may choose from Common, Orc, Andorian, and Tellarite. Redundant Organs: Klingons have redundancy in their anatomy, meaning no one injury deals critical damage. They take half precision damage and get a +4 racial bonus to AC against critical confirmation checks. Honorable Death: Once per day, when brought below 0 health, a klingon may make a melee attack as an immediate action before falling unconscious. Weapon Training: Klingons are proficient with the Bat’leth.

Bat’leth Exotic Two-Handed Melee Weapon Cost: 100gp Damage (S): 1d4/1d4 Damage (M): 1d6/1d6 Critical: 19-20/x2 Range:- Weight: 12lb Type: S, P Special: Double, When wielded by a proficient user the Bat’leth grants a +1 shield bonus to AC.