#task: 188

[dailymumbojumbo]

Where?!

The titles of each peice

[166] Where are my other mods?

[167] Have you seen Red or Blue?

[168] A clue about the mod's whereabouts...

[169] The letters lie.... right.... I'll find proof... the letters, they lie.

[170] The letters keep coming... I know where to go... but what will I find?

[171] Ive started my journey, I will find them[

172] It's been many days, I miss Red and I miss Blue

[173] No matter where I go, the letters find me, each pushing me to the same location

[174] The days are getting longer, as I continue onwards...

[177] The adventure continues, I'm getting closer, I just know it.

[178] I've made it to the portal, what will lie ahead?

[179] Maybe the Mods will be on the other side?

[180] The letters are still arriving... each pointing to a truth I do not want to face

[181] The letters are flooding in at this point, I've tried to get rid of them but they keep coming

[182] No food, no supplies but I do have one thing... My memories. I know the letters are not true, but what if they are? What will happen when I find them?

[183] Why am I doing this again? Was there ever more than one Mumbo?

[184] I continue, driven by a force to complete this task. Higher and higher into the Nether...

[185] What was the task again?

[186] I continue walking... heading who knows where hoping an answer will turn up at the end of this endless path.

[187] I find so many things built up here, I wonder who constructed them?

[188] Things are starting to seem familiar, I've been here before...

[189] Theres items I can use, food I can eat. Im starting to remember things

[190] I have made it...

[191] I begin digging...

[192]...

[193] It's just as I thought they are not here, there is no red or blue beneath the shrooms...

[194] WhEre aRE TheY?

[195] ... WHO were they?

[soulofapatrick]

Heat of the Moment - Eddie Diaz x Male Reader

Summary: Eddie has been flirting with you since you joined the 188 and finally takes action

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: heavy make out

Notes: I hope this justice to the anon who requested it

Y/N’s POV

I step into the firehouses’ locker room, the faint scent of aged leather and burnt wood lingering in the air. The camaraderie within the 188 has been welcoming, making my transition into the team seamless. Each member has extended a hand of friendship, but there’s one person who has constantly set my heart racing—Eddie Diaz.

The man is charismatic, there’s no denying that. His infectious smile and friendly demeanour have everyone at ease, but it’s more than that for me. Eddie’s playful banter, the subtle compliments that dance of the edge of flirtation, have me blushing like a teenager. And he knows it, damn it. It starts with those smiles—the kind that makes my heart skip a beat. He catches my eye across the room, a glint of mischief evident in the depths of his gaze, and that’s where it all begins. 

Sometimes, as he passes by, his touch is barely perceptible but sends shivers down my spine. A casual hand on my shoulder when he shares a joke, or a gentle brush of his fingers as he hands me something. It’s a touch that lingers just long enough to be noticed but short enough to leave me yearning for more. 

In the confined space of the locker room, Eddie takes it up a notch. I’m lacing up my boots, focused on the task at hand, when I feel his presence behind me. His hands find their way to my hips, a casual yet intimate touch as he manoeuvres around me to grab his gear. My breath catches, and I try to convince myself it’s just friendly camaraderie, but the way his fingers linger leaves me questioning. 

Words, too, become his weapons of choice. He leans in close when he speaks, his warm breath grazing my ear. The simplest of comments carry a weight that makes my cheeks burn. “You know, Y/N, you really make this fire station a much brighter place,” He says with a grin, and I swear I can feel the heat of his words against my skin. As Eddie’s words hang in the air, I can’t help but feel a surge of wrath that has nothing to do with the uniform. I stand up, intending to respond with something clever or at least coherent, but the moment I rise, I’m acutely aware of his proximity. 

Suddenly, he’s there, close enough I can feel the heat radiating from his body. It catches me off guard, and for a moment, I’m frozen in place. Eddie’s chest presses against my back, and the contract sends a jolt through me. My heart races, and I can’t ignore the magnetic pull between us. 

“Is that so?” I manage to reply, my voice sounding much steadier than I feel. His closeness is intoxicating, and I can’t deny the effect it has on me. 

He chuckles, the sound low and tantalising and I sense his breath against the nape of my neck, “Absolutely. You’re really something special.”  

I turn around to face him, and the intensity in his gaze makes my pulse quicken. Before I can full comprehend what’s happening, Eddie takes a step closer, and my back meets the cold metal of the lockers. The sudden change in proximity has my breath catching. 

“Eddie, what are you—" I begin, but my words are cut off as he crowds me, his body inching closer until there's hardly any space between us. The locker room seems to shrink, the air thickening with an unspoken tension. 

His hand finds the wall beside my head, effectively trapping me. Eddie's eyes flicker with a mixture of playfulness and something deeper, more intense. "Y/N," he murmurs, his voice a low timbre that sends shivers down my spine. His proximity is both exhilarating and unnerving. I can feel the warmth of his body, the subtle brush of his breath against my skin. My senses heighten as his hand rests on the wall, caging me in. 

His eyes, intense and magnetic, hold mine captive. There’s a playfulness in them, but it’s underscored by an unmistakable depth that speaks of unexplored desires. As he murmurs my name, the timbre of his voice resonates within me, sending shivers down my spine. It’s a magnetic pull, drawing me closer to the edge of something I never anticipated. 

With Eddie’s hand finds mine, it’s a jolt of electricity. His fingers interlace with mine, creating an intimate connection that transcends the playful banter of earlier. The touch is firm yet gentle, as if he’s reassuring me that this is a path we’re walking together. His other hand, warm and possessive, rests on my hip. It’s a point of contact that sets my nerves ablaze. Every move feels deliberate, sending a rush of anticipation through my veins. I can’t help but marvel at the way his body aligns with mine, the proximity igniting a fire within. 

In that charged moment, as Eddie's scent wraps around me, I can almost taste the anticipation in the air. The mixture of his subtle cologne and the rugged musk of the fire station creates a sensory overload that heightens every nerve in my body. The world outside this locker room ceases to exist, and all that remains is the awareness of him, close, real, and magnetic. 

Shaky breaths betray my internal turmoil, but it’s not fear that courses through me; it’s a potent hunger, an ache that’s been building with every exchanged place and lingering touch. I can’t help but wonder if Eddie feels the same, if the unspoken tension between us is, indeed, shared desire. 

As the seconds stretch, I tilt my head up instinctively, seeking something unspoken, something I can’t quite name. Eddie’s lips barely brush mine in a teasing promise before he ducks his head down, closing the distance. 

The first touch is electric, a spark that ignites a fire deep within. His lips on mine are soft, a gentle exploration that quickly deepens. It’s a kiss that speaks volumes, transcending the uncharted territory we find ourselves in. The world tilts on its axis as the taste of him floods my senses—warm, inviting and undeniably intoxicating. 

Emotionally, it’s a whirlwind. There’s surge of longing, of a connection forged in the unspoken language of desire. My hands, initially uncertain, find their way to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. The kiss is a dance, and my hands navigate the contours of his body, discovering the warmth and strength I’ve only imagined until now. 

The kiss deepens, a seamless blend of passion and connection. It’s a dance of two souls finally acknowledging the unspoken yearning that has lingered between us. Eddie’s hands, too, explore the landscape of my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The world outside fades into insignificance as we lose ourselves in the shared intensity of the moment. But, just as the crescendo of emotions reached its peak, a sudden intrusion shatters the fragile bubble we’ve created. The locker room’s glass door swings open, and the hasty footsteps of another member echo in the room. Startled, we break apart, breathless and disorientated. 

Buck stands frozen in the doorway, eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, the air crackles with an awkward tension as he stumbles over his words, “Uh, sorry, didn’t mean to… I just forgot my…uh, never mind.” He fumbles with his words, and the realisation of what he’s stumbled upon dawns on him. 

Buck's awkward retreat leaves a lingering tension in the room, and Eddie and I exchange a silent acknowledgment of the unusual situation we find ourselves in. The locker room, usually a sanctuary of camaraderie, has transformed into a stage for an unintended revelation, and the unspoken tension between Eddie and me is now exposed, hanging palpably in the air. As Buck stumbles out of the doorway, hastily retreating from the unexpected scene, I meet Eddie's gaze. There's a mix of amusement and shared disbelief in his eyes. We're both caught in this strange, suspended moment where the line between friendship and something more has been irrevocably crossed.

Just as we begin to compose ourselves, Eddie glances behind him, his expression shifting. It's then that I notice the rest of the team, peering down from the upstairs balcony. The realisation hits us simultaneously — the glass walls of the locker rooms have turned our private moment into an unintentional public spectacle. 

A chorus of surprised gasps and hushed whispers filters down from above. The team, usually a tight-knit family, now observes with a mix of curiosity and amusement. My cheeks flush with embarrassment, and Eddie, ever the composed one, smirks, perhaps trying to diffuse the tension with humour. 

In that moment, our private revelation becomes a shared experience with the whole squad, and the locker room, once a haven of shared secrets, is now a glass-walled confessional. As Eddie and I exchange a resigned yet amused look, it's clear that the dynamics within the 118 have just taken an unexpected turn, and there's no going back.

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[mistninja]

LIST OF PALESTINIAN ACCOUNTS THAT HAVE REACHED OUT TO ME (updated as of Sept 8, 2024, part 1)

i think this may be better than posting the asks separately, so im putting them all here:

Hashem @hashemsh12, vetted by associationg (married to @samarsh97, shared by @/90-ghost here) Their campaign is currently at 8765/45000 EUR: I am Hashem, I would like to help my family, consisting of my 6-month-old child👶 and 8 people, to meet their needs and survive.👨‍👩‍👦

Youssef @yousefjehad3, number 255 in the list by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi. His campaign is currently at 7171/15000 USD: I am 19 years old. I support a family of 5 people because my father is sick and cannot work.

Mohammed @help-mona, shared by @/90-ghost here and by @/northgazaupdates. His campaign is currently at 8035/185300 EUR: I'm Mohammed, a 30-year-old husband and proud father. My daughter, Mona, just celebrated her fifth birthday on July 15, 2024. I named her after my strong mother, who raised and educated my four siblings and me despite losing our father, our backbone, to cancer during our childhood.

Omar Al-Habil @saveomarfamily, says it's vetted by @/90-ghost but I couldn't find it, I searched the images and it seems fine but if anyone has any information please let me know. VERY LOW, his campaign is currently at 475/35000 USD: My family and I were displaced from northern Gaza after my house was bombed and destroyed. Now, my wife, my three daughters and I live in a tent made of some cloth. My daughter is sick and suffers from malnutrition. We are suffering a lot. PLEASE BOOST.

Ehab Ayyad @ehabayyad23, unvetted but seems legit. His campaign is currently at 2508/50000 EUR: I am Ehab Ayyad ❤ a palestinian youngman from Gaza🍉🇵🇸, seeking to find safety and peace ☝️for my family if twenty members. We have been ❤🇵🇸🍉passing through all forms of torture and pain for almost ten months because of the war on Gaza.

Doaa @dodoomar12345, shared by @/90-ghost here. Her campaign is currently at 189139/300000 SEK or around 16635/26385 EUR: Please help my autistic child live a normal life and help my family survive death.

Ghada @ghadanabilfamily, unvetted but seems legit. His campaign is VERY LOW, only 278/20000 EUR: I'm Ghada from the Gaza Strip. After the war intensified, my family and I fled to the southern part of the strip. We lost our home and everything we owned. We are currently living in a school for displaced people in the south. PLEASE BOOST.

Majed @majedgaza1, unvetted but seems legit. His campaign is currently at 4178/70000 USD: My family and I were displaced to the south. After 188 days of exhaustion, constant fear, and losing everything we owned, we were displaced to Egypt and paid a large sum, but some of my family and all our loved ones are still suffering in Gaza.

The blog @ayahoftheday reached out to me about Islam @islamgazaaccount3, his previous accounts have been deleted but his paypal have been shared by @/90-ghost here and by @/northgazaupdates here. His campaign is currently at 2050/30000 EUR: Islam, a physical therapist, 27-year-old, is living in Gaza without any form of shelter or safety for himself and his family of 6 including his 85 years old grandfather who lost a hand from a prior Israeli bombing, and is barely able to perform everyday tasks due to a lack of clean water to wash his hand with. Their home was demolished by a bombing from the Israeli occupation. While shelter is crucial, they also urgently need food and water. All of their necessities were taken away.

@anas--basil reached out about his brother Osama's gofundme. Shared by @/90-ghost here and vetted by association here. His campaign is currently at 2627/15000 EUR: My brother Osama and our family are facing incredibly difficult times due to the ongoing war in Gaza. Osama's livelihood and dreams have been shattered, but he's determined to rebuild his life and continue supporting us.

Noha @nohabed, vetted by association with @rhq2774. VERY LOW on funds, the campaign is only at 845/30000 GBP: Hello, my name is Noha, a mother of 4 children in Gaza. We now live in inhumane conditions, lacking all the necessities of life. We have lost our home and our loved ones. We have been forced to move more than 9 times so far and we are now subject to an evacuation order. PLEASE BOOST.

Sami @zainsami, currently unvetted but seems fine. Please let me know if there's any extra information regarding this one. VERY LOW on funds, the campaign is currently at 525/35000 EUR: I’m reaching out with a heavy heart, as my family and I have been displaced by the war in Gaza. We lost everything and are now living in a tent, struggling with the lack of basic necessities like food, medicine, and clean water. PLEASE BOOST.

[niki-phoria]

light yagami reaction - love languages

includes: reader is in college and drinks coffee, reader cries about being burnt out lol, maybe ooc l?? set during the few months when light gives up the death note NOT KIRA LIGHT

a/n: i'm in love with pre kira light

male reader (he/him pronouns)

⋆｡°✩ physical touch

(word count 183)

“hey,” you say, setting your backpack down on the ground as you pull out the chair beside light. “mind if i sit here?”

“of course not,” he smiles, subtly pushing his notes to the side to make room for your own. you ignore l’s glance as you pull out one of your textbooks and its corresponding notebook.

silence falls over the task force headquarters once again aside from the occasional noise of a mouse clicking or your pencil scraping against the page.

light occasionally glances down at your work, silently double checking your answers. he waits for you to finish answering the hardest questions before he shifts slightly closer to you. he moves now using his left hand to continue researching the yotsuba group. you smile softly when he reaches over, subtly resting his hand beside yours. you silently reach over to take his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers together before you turn your attention back to your notes.

you pretend not to hear matsuda’s cheering or light’s father scolding him in favour of absentmindedly rubbing small shapes against light’s skin.

⋆｡°✩ quality time

(word count 195)

light softly smiles to himself as he quietly enters your shared bedroom before closing the door behind himself. your body lays sprawled out on the bed - one of your arms haphazardly thrown across one of his pillows, keeping it closely pressed against your bare chest. 

a small sliver of moonlight just barely illuminates the room as light tugs his own shirt off. he tosses his clothes into a laundry basket hidden away in your closet. he slips into an old pair of your sweatpants before carefully slipping underneath the covers to lay beside you. 

you stir awake at the feeling, lifting your head up just enough to squint at him in the darkness. “light?” you whisper. 

“go back to sleep, y/n,” he murmurs. you shuffle even closer to him, tangling your legs together underneath the blankets. your arm lays draped over his side as you lean in to nuzzle yourself against his body. he stifles a chuckle, pulling you even closer. goosebumps raise along your waist when his hand ghosts against your skin. he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. “i love you,” you whisper. 

“i love you too,” light murmurs.

⋆｡°✩ gift giving

(word count 184)

you stifle a small yawn as you tiredly walk back to the makeshift workstation you had set up at one of the free tables in the middle of the task force headquarters. the fluorescent lights beam down on you from above as you walk through the sea of empty desks until you find your computer. 

set delicately in the corner away from your computer is a small bouquet of flowers and a fresh cup of coffee with a small note taped to the mug. you smile softly at the sight as you approach, setting your bag down on the ground before you sit down in the chair. you push your computer aside, reaching over to grab the still-warm cup and opening the note. 

my y/n,

l asked me and the other task force members to assist him on a mission. we’ll be back soon. 

i love you, 

light

you smile as you pocket the note before you pull your phone out of your pocket to quickly send him a text before finally sitting down to start doing your work. 

i love you too

⋆｡°✩ acts of service

(word count 188)

“i don’t understand why this is necessary,” l says, reaching out to eat another chocolate-covered strawberry. the chain of their handcuffs clink as light reaches over to grab a frying pan to continue making breakfast. “you’re not even going to eat the food.”

“it’s for y/n,” light says. his attention remains focused on the stove despite the complaints of the man chained to him. “he has a few classes this morning so i’m making his lunch.”

l remains silent, instead choosing to observe light. he occasionally tugs them around the grand kitchen as he expertly moves to cook your favourite meal. the chain drags against the marble countertops with each movement, though their complaints are left unsaid.

the handcuffs clink once again as light leans over the counter, quickly writing a love note on a piece of scrap paper. “i still don’t understand,” l comments.

light simply shrugs as he slips the note and container of food into your lunchbox before returning it to your backpack. l watches over his shoulder as he sets the bag down beside the couch. “i do it because i love him.”

⋆｡°✩ words of affirmation

(word count 197)

“y/n?” light calls as he enters your shared bedroom. you flinch slightly at the sudden noise, finally pulling your attention away from your unfinished notes to look back at him. he furrows his eyebrows slightly when he steps closer, noticing your puffy eyes as he walks over to sit beside you. “is everything okay?”

“i’m fine,” you mumble, turning to look back down at your notes. “just… a little stressed.”

“you know you can tell me anything,” light frowns slightly as he reaches over to carefully grab your hand. “what’s wrong?”

you let out a small sigh as he begins to rub miscellaneous shapes against your hand. “i’m exhausted.” your voice shakes as each word leaves your mouth. “i have so much work - it all feels neverending. i don’t know what to do.”

“y/n,” light whispers. he reaches over to cup your face in his hands. “you’re incredibly smart, and handsome, and kind,” he brushes away a stray tear as it rolls down your cheek. “you don’t have to go through this alone. i’m here for you. i love you. let me take care of you.”

you nod, leaning further into light’s touch. “thank you.”

[usafphantom2]

Royal Canadian Air Force McDonnell Douglas CF-188 Hornet during Operation REASSURANCE–Air Task Force Romania at the Mihail Kogӑlniceanu Airbase. (LS Erica Seymour)

@kadonkey via X

[dailydoseofdragon]

Day 188- Barbara Gordon, Oracle (Wheelchair)

Explained under the cut!

Okay I used this design for the reference since Barbara has a similar injury and a dragon would have the same body shape as a lizard.

This lizard (Millie) has a broken back like Barbara does.

Barbara can still use her wings so if needed she could easily hold up her upper body with them to use her hands to do a task. I’ve been thinking about she might transfer herself to a different seating and I can’t really choose between her holding up her body with her legs and picking up the lower half with her wings or vice versa. Using her wings to move her body has the pro of being able to grab more easily with the extra reach but her legs are short so positioning her body right might be difficult? On the other hand using her wings will probably make positioning more easy but I don’t know how easy it will be to pick up her lower half with her legs.

I used this video to try and figure it out and I honestly would recommend giving it a watch to anyone who is interested.

I do not know how well this would transfer to a quadruped like a dragon but it’s still a informative watch on how transfers are made.

If anyone has notes please let me know!

[thequiver]

Who is.... Ralph Dibny | The Elongated Man? - A Reading Guide

Ralph Dibny is a powered superhero from DC Comics first introduced in 1960. Ralph gains his ability to stretch his body to comic proportions as a result of his chronic ingestion of what is basically an essential oil. Ralph's hero work is largely based out of Opal City (which is kind of a stand-in for Baltimore, MD). Ralph is best known for his membership with the Justice League of America, Justice League Europe, and the Croatoans. Ralph is a devoted husband to his wife Sue, has his own exhibit at the Flash Museum, and is one of, if not the best detective in detective comics!

A selection of my favorite Ralph Dibny comics can be found in chronological order under the cut If you're interested in a full list of Ralph's appearances, please dm me and I'm happy to send you scans of a of my handwritten list!

The Flash (1959) #112, 115, 119, 124, 130, 134, 138 Detective Comics (1937) #328-345 Justice League of America (1960) #51 The Flash (1959) #206, 208, 210, 212 Justice League of America (1960) #100, 102, 105-106, 109-114, 116-121, 128-129, 131-134 Detective Comics (1937) #465-466, 468 Justice League of America (1960) #142-143 The Flash (1959) #252-253 Justice League of America (1960) #159-160, 210-212 (flashbacks), 161-168, 179, 181-183, 186-188 Detective Comics (1937) #500D The Flash (1959) #296 Justice League of America (1960) #189-191 The Brave and the Bold (1955) #177 Justice League of America (1960) #197-200 The Flash (1959) #323-325, 327-329 Justice League of America (1960) #226-227, Annual 2 (1984), 233-239 The Flash (1959) #341, 349 DC Retroactive: JLA - The 80's (2011) #1 <- chronologically this is where the story goes even if the issue is from 2011 Secret Origins (1986) #30

From here we really enter into Ralph's Justice League Europe era, so I'm separating the out a little bit

Justice League International (1987) #24 Justice League Europe (1989) #1-9 The Flash (1987) #35 Justice League Europe (1989) #10, 13-19, Annual 1, 20-21 The Flash (1987) #48-49 Justice League Europe (1989) #25-29 Justice League America (1989) #54 Justice League Europe (1989) #30 Justice League America (1989) #55 Justice League Europe (1989) # Annual 2, 31-33 Justice League America (1989) #58 Justice League Europe (1989) #34-35 Justice League Quarterly (1990) #6 Justice League America (1989) #60 Justice League Europe (1989) #36 Elongated Man (1992) #1-4 Justice League Europe (1989) #37-40 Green Lantern (1990) #25 (set during JLE #40) Justice League Europe (1989) #41-42, Annual 3, 43-503 Justice League Quarterly (1990) #9

Justice League International Take 2 through to Zero Hour

Justice League Task Force (1993) #1 Justice League International (1993) #51, Annual 4, 53-57 Justice League Task Force (1993) #10-12 Justice League America (1989) #89 Justice League Task Force (1993) #13 Justice League International (1993) #65 Justice League Task Force (1993) #14 Justice League International (1993) #66-67 Justice League America (1989) #92 Justice League Task Force (1993) #16 Justice League International (1993) #68 Zero Hour: Crisis in Time (1994) #1, 3

Post Zero Hour through to 52. This period of comics contains the highly controversial Identity Crisis, which centers around the death of Ralph's wife, Sue.

Starman (1994) #56, 61-63, 65, 67-68, 70-73, 75, 80 Doom Patrol (2001) #4-6 Formerly Known as the Justice League (2003) #1-6 Identity Crisis (2004) #1-7 52 (2006) #1-2, 4-5, 7-8, 11-13, 18, 21, 24-25, 27, 31-33, 39, 41-42, 52

After 52, Ralph comes back as a ghost for a few issues and later as a black lantern during Blackest Night but tbh I didn't enjoy those much at all so they're not included

[stargazing-sapphire2]

Henry Ashford

Full Name: Henry Bartholomew Ashford

Date of Birth: May 21st, 1974. Missoula, Montana.

Nationality: American

Occupation: United States Army / Task Force STALKER

Rank(s): Captain

Age: 53 years old

Family / Relatives:

-Elizabeth and Evangeline Ashford - Twin daughters (Alive)

-Helena Rorke - Wife (Deceased, KIA)

-Gabriel Rorke - Brother-in-law (Alive)

Appearance:

*Hair color: Light brown

*Eye color: Green

*Height: 6'2 / 188 cm

*Scars / Beauty Marks / Blemishes / Facial hair: A faded scar below the right eye, and a jagged, red scar trailing covering a good chunk of his left leg. He has a mustache on his upper lip which he maintains

*Faceclaim: Henry Cavil

Affiliation(s):

-Elias "Scarecrow" Walker

-Thomas A. Merrick

-Keegan P. Russ

-David "Hesh" Walker

-Logan Walker (MIA, Uncertain)

-Gabriel Rorke (Formerly)

-Alex "Ajax" Johnson

-Kick

-Jemíma Ámbar del Mar Hernández ( @thatonesillyducko )

Personality:

On a professional level, Henry is the textbook definition of a good soldier: Stoic, hardworking, loyal and dutiful, following orders to a T. However, he is not afraid to get his hands dirty and bloody if it means getting the job done, and is willing to make sacrifices to achieve this. However, on a personal level, he is the person you would want to sit down and have a drink with, to vent all your problems and worries to, and he has the ear to lend, as well as a shoulder to cry on when the going gets tough.

Background:

Henry was born on May 21st, 1974 in Missoula Montana. His mother worked as a lawyer, and his father worked as a firefighter in the county's fire department, his father's work at saving lives in the face of danger was what would inspire Henry to eventually join the Army. This would lead to him meeting Elias Walker and Gabriel Rorke, whom he would eventually form close friendships with.

Henry would later meet and fall in love with Gabriel's sister, Helena, a helicopter pilot in the army. They eventually married in 1998, and had their twin daughters, Elizabeth and Evangeline, a year later in 1999.

In 2007, Henry was present during Operation Sand Viper, and be marked as one of the members of Task Force STALKER, also known as The Ghosts

In 2011, Helena was killed in action while deployed, leaving behind a widowed Henry and the 12 year old Beth and Eva. Henry never took another partner, as Helena had been his one true love and wished to be reunited with her when he joined her in death.

In 2015, during the hunt for General Diego Almagro, Henry was injured when debris had collapsed onto him, trapping him and severely wounding his leg. He survived after being pulled out by Rorke, but never got repay his old friend and superior as he had fallen to his "death" and would late be captured by the Federation.

After the ODIN strikes, Henry continued his service to the Ghosts, albeit not on the front lines and mostly on the comms, directing orders and communications to his comrades.

[tigreblvnc]

BLUE LOCK MATCHUP — @mariyumemi

Your match is...

— Kunigami Rensuke

✦ "SHE NEEDS A KUNIGAMI!!"

✦ Here are my first thoughts, lol.

✦ We, of course, are speaking of Kunigami before the tragedy.

✦ (Even if I strongly believe the loyal Kunigami's still lurking somewhere in the shadows)

✦ Anyway, BACK TO THE MATCHUP.

✦ To be honest, I sensed your INFP core from very far away. Kunigami being an ISTP, I ship your duo very, VERY HARD. Do you know THIS MEME? (Big up to my fellow artist you're so talented) It reminds me of you two. Isn't that accurate??

✦ This is why I didn't pick Kunigami randomly: he's able to stop your existential crises just by acts of service (what I believe to be his main love language) (the other one being words of affirmation with a bit of physical contact).

✦ I know INFPs can worry a lot and overthink. You daydream often too, forget or push away your responsibilities, and prefer to jump to your favorite passions to skip boring tasks. That's why Kunigami is an excellent match for you: he's down to earth and knows how to bring you back to our beloved reality.

✦ Actually, he gives you the motivation to move forward and keeps your attention focused on the real world since you tend to struggle with that. Reality can be annoying, so Kunigami makes sure to give you interesting goals. He's a good coach.

✦ And he's your human shield when things go wrong.

✦ Typically your 188 cm wall of muscles.

✦ (Of course he puts away the laundry and empties the dishwasher)

✦ Always keeping an eye on you. Like a big brother, you know.

✦ Can sometimes send too many messages because, well, he cares so much about you.

✦ You still haven't come home by 10 pm?

✦ "All is fine?" "Where are you?" "I can pick you up"

✦ What I like about your couple is the fact it's really pure and healthy. I mean, I'm sure he knows how to cook and this kind of stuff. He also has a very healthy routine with exercise etc. Actually, he just knows how to take care of you since he does it for himself too.

✦ He can be a bit clingy sometimes, but it's because HE CARES. You may need to set some limits sometimes. Your independence is the adjective he lacks. You can bring this to him, and make your relationship even more glittering. It's time to shine, my adorable Pisces.

✦ SPEAKING OF PISCES. Do you know he's a Pisces too???

✦ 🐟🐟🐟

✦ He comforts your sadness with Studio Ghibli movies at night.

✦ He doesn't always get the poetry behind all this, but it's pretty. And you like it, so he likes it too.

✦ Eventually, he ends up suggesting Ghibli hire you since you're good at drawing AND animating. Such nice skills.

A word about your match: This ship is purity and cutesy. Period.

© TIGREBLVNC 2024 | AUGUST '24 MATCHUPS EDITION.

[study-with-aura]

Friday, August 9, 2024

I haven't updated the past few days because I really haven't had any written work for good photos. But I wanted to update tonight before going to bed (past my bedtime again) because this is my last weekend of summer. On Monday, I start my classes back up again.

I have been spending a lot of time gaming with Julien but also spending time with my grandparents who are still with us until next week. I love having them here. It also encourages me to play the piano even more because they love hearing me play. They even got Julien to play a little! He went all the way through level 10 with RCM but didn't do ARCT like I plan to, but he could have. My brother plays really well. He even composes his own music for fun on the piano. He says he's not that great at composition, but I think he's being way too modest. He's really good. Me, on the other hand, that is not my strong point because it requires a good knowledge of theory and harmony or someone with perfect pitch, which I do not have.

I will update tomorrow if I can. Mom will be gone most of the day because she has a volunteer training thing she has to do every year for Girl Scouts since she's one of our troop leaders.

Have a great weekend everyone! Get ready for Aura school posts again starting on Monday. It usually starts off slow, but who knows. Maybe I'll have written work for every single course! It could happen.

Tasks Completed:

KA GRF Algebra 2 - Completed mastery challenge

Duolingo - Studied for approximately 30 minutes (Spanish + French + Chinese) + completed daily quests

Piano - Practiced for three hours in one hour split sessions

Reading - Read pages 151-188 of 6 Times We Almost Kissed (And One Time We Did) by Tess Sharpe

Chores -  Dusted my bedroom, my bathroom, and the study + laundered my bedding

Activities of the Day:

Morning yoga

Swimming

Personal Bible Study (Psalms 3))

2 hours gaming with Julien

Journal/Mindfulness

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Guardian Angel Neil AU- page 2

Neil Josten died at the hands of his father a few months before canon begins. After his death, he was made into a guardian angel. He’s tasked with keeping Andrew Minyard safe at all costs. When they meet on the roof for the first time, Andrew thinks he’s imagined Neil. And he worries both about his mental health and his love life because this boy is perfect. But he’s not real.

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Part 95, Part 96, Part 97, Part 98, Part 99, Part 100, Part 101, Part 102, Part 103, Part 104, Part 105, Part 106, Part 107, Part 108, Part 109, Part 110, Part 111, Part 112, Part 113, Part 114, Part 115, Part 116, Part 117, Part 118, Part 119, Part 120, Part 121, Part 122, Part 123, Part 124, Part 125, Part 126, Part 127, Part 128, Part 129, Part 130, Part 131, Part 132, Part 133, Part 134, Part 135, Part 136, Part 137, Part 138, Part 139, Part 140, Part 141, Part 142, Part 143, Part 144, Part 145,

Part 146, Part 147, Part 148, Part 149, Part 150, Part 151, Part 152, Part 153, Part 154, Part 155, Part 156, Part 157, Part 158, Part 159, Part 160, Part 161, Part 162, Part 163, Part 164, Part 165, Part 166, Part 167, Part 168, Part 169, Part 170, Part 171, Part 172, Part 173, Part 174, Part 175, Part 176, Part 177, Part 178, Part 179, Part 180, Part 181, Part 182, Part 183, Part 184, Part 185, Part 186, Part 187, Part 188, Part 189, Part 190, Part 191, Part 192, Part 193, Part 194

list updated on 6/14/24

Angel Neil Masterpost Page 3 ->

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 219. brb x oc

a/n: no rooster in this one but for a good reason (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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-

She missed the Hard Deck, truly, she really missed this place. She runs her palms over the wood, nicked because of drunk patrons or just her and Shells carrying heavy stuff inside only for Penny to sigh when she notices it. In reality, she knew her maternity leave was still going, but she’d love to return.

Maybe that’s why Penny asked her to come right?

To return?

Not that she’d mind waiting a bit longer, but her mind needed a bit of a break from the constant fear and anxiety that climbed up her brain like a spider monkey ready for a bite…weirdly specific. She left Nikki with Michael - ‘I’m going to take her bank robbing’ ‘Michael,no’- while she came over, hopefully it wouldn’t be long, Mike had no work and Hannah was going to show up later to check on him so her daughter was safe.

Beatrice looked up at the door, blinking when she noticed a camera looking down at her, the whirring of the zoom hitting her ears before it turned away. Beatrice then walked inside, inhaling the smell of known lemon scented products hitting her nose, she remember how that smell used to burn her nose when she started, “Hello?” she calls, placing her bag on one of the seats as she walks further.

She could hear the ice machine on the back,followed by a quiet - yet known - curse, “Shells?’ she calls, looking in the direction the voice came from, “You here?”

“Yeah!” her friend replied, “Can you help me with this? This ice machine is making me regret ever ordering it.”

She couldn’t lift heavy stuff and she voiced it to Shells, only for her friend to reply, “It’s nothing like that! Come on! Rooster won’t kill me because of it.” and so she went. There were new glasses on the shelves, new mugs - undoubtedly some were broken in her absence - and a brand new keg in the back. One she couldn’t help but admire it.

But as Beatrice approached the location where the ice machine was, she just stared at the thing…it was open, very open and Shells was crouched next to it, “...hi…” she points to it, “Are you…fixing it?”

Shells, crouched beside the open ice machine, looked up from her task when she heard Beatrice's voice. Her eyes widened in mild surprise, and a bright smile crossed her face. She wiped her hands on a nearby rag before standing up.

"Hey, you made it!" Shells exclaimed, her tone a mixture of genuine pleasure and slight relief. "Yeah, I'm trying to fix this contraption," she gestured to the open ice machine with a chuckle. "I mean, I didn't want to bother you, but I've been wrestling with it for a while now, and I thought maybe your expert eye could spot what's wrong."

“My…expert eye?’

“I also wanted to gossip,come on.”

Beatrice couldn't help but laugh at Shells' admission. She approached the ice machine, her hands instinctively moving to her hips,  "I’m not the best at this,Shells,I’m not sure what I’m looking at.," Beatrice said, her tone lighthearted. She bent down to peer into the machine, her fingers tracing over the exposed components. “In fact,I don’t even know why you called me when Penny could do it.”

Shells made a noise through her nose, lying down on the floor to unscrew something out of Beatrice’s sight, "Well," Shells began, her voice slightly muffled as she worked, "Penny's great with tech stuff, but she's been busy with some security upgrades around here. Plus, I want your company."

As Shells continued to tinker with the ice machine, Beatrice couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over her. The familiar scent of the bar, the sound of Shells cursing playfully, and the sight of the Hard Deck's interior all brought back memories of her time here.

"So, how's everything been going?" Beatrice asked, her tone casual. "While I've been... away."

Shells glanced over at Beatrice as she continued her work. "Oh, you know, the usual. We've had some rowdy patrons, a few broken glasses, and one memorable night when someone decided to try their hand at bartending, aunt Penny tossed him out. Let's just say it was an adventure."

Beatrice chuckled at the mental image of Rooster behind the bar. "I can only imagine. And what about you, Shells? How have you been holding up?"

Shells paused in her work, looking thoughtful for a moment. "Honestly, it's been a bit different without you around," she admitted. "But we've managed. Penny's been a huge help, and Jessie too but…It's not the same, though."

Beatrice smiled warmly, touched by Shells' words. "I've missed all of you too," she confessed. "But you know,” she shrugs, “I can’t come back so soon.”

“Yeah,I know.”

‘I thought Penny wanted to talk to me too?”

Shells made a face, then let out a ‘oh!’ “Yeah,something about,” and she tugs a wire from the outside, holds it in front of her eyes and mutters ‘eh,we won’t need it’ before tossing it away, “About something she saw? Not sure,she didn’t tell me.”

“Something she saw?’

“Yeah,’ she gestures around the bar, “I’m sure you noticed the amount of new cameras we got all over, aunt Penny is getting…a bit paran-well, not paranoid. I think she’s being careful, more than normal. Those corpo guys really fucked her mind up.”

"Yeah, I saw them," Beatrice said, her expression thoughtful. "I guess it makes sense, especially with everything that happened. But if Penny wants to talk to me about it, I'm all ears."

Shells nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I think she just wants to fill you in on what's been going on, get your perspective maybe." she shrugs, “Dunno.”

Beatrice considered this for a moment. She knew that her time away had created a gap in her knowledge about the bar's operations and the current state of affairs. It might be a good opportunity to catch up and see how she could help, even if she wasn't quite ready to return to work full-time.

Or how she could help in any way.

"Alright, I'll talk to Penny when I get the chance," Beatrice said with a determined nod. "In the meantime, let's see if we can figure out what's wrong with this ice machine. Two heads are better than one, right?"

Shells grinned. "Absolutely. And if all else fails, we can always call in the professionals."

Beatrice chuckled. "You mean Penny?”

“Yeah, of course.”

As Beatrice and Shells continued to work on the ice machine, the sounds of laughter and camaraderie filled the Hard Deck once more. It felt good to be back, even if it was just for a visit, and Beatrice couldn't help but feel a deep happiness in being around the same surroundings as before. 

She sits on one of the chairs and helps Shells by handing her over tools while watching - ‘you are not going to lie down or do anything, just stay put will you?-  hands on her knees and head tilted as she paid attention to what was going on, “So, besides that, how’s your life?’

“Wha?”

“You know, your life,” she smiles, “With Bob, how are you two?”

Shells whole demeanor appeared to change, which was odd because she never seemed nervous talking about Bob, “Well,” she laughs nervously, “He uh, mentioned kids a few weeks back?”

“Oh?”

“Yep.” Shells mutters, “I told him that,well,kids aren’t in my schedule right now and honestly I thought he felt the same way about it. Then we uh…had a bit of an argument? And now I’m just, staying with Penny for a little bit.” considering how much Shells loved Bob it was surprising how she wasn’t just breaking down and crying.

Even more surprising was that she didn’t call Bea! She parted her lips, “Shells! Why didn’t you tell me??”

Shells, still focused on the ice machine, sighed. "I didn't want to bother you with my problems, Bea. You've got enough on your plate with Nikki and the twins and  everything else."

Beatrice reached out and gently placed a hand on Shells' shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Shells, you're not bothering me. We're friends, remember? I want to know what's going on in your life, especially when it comes to something as important as this."

Shells finally turned to look at Beatrice, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and sadness. "I know, but I didn't want to add to your worries. And honestly, I didn't know what to do. I care about Bob a lot, but I'm not ready for kids, not yet."

Beatrice nodded in understanding. "It's okay to have different priorities and timelines," she said gently. "You and Bob just need to have an honest conversation about what you both want and where you see your future together."

Shells nodded, her shoulders sagging with relief. "I know you're right.I know that…we just,didn’t come to a consensus, per se.” she flexes she fingers, “Also…it’s kinda weird being the one friend without kids, yknow? I mean,I love being the crazy aunt, don’t get me wrong, but…I mean,holy fuck, it’s weird.”

“Oh,ah,” well, she didn’t know how to reply to that, “Well I–”

"Nah,Bea,” Shells waves her hand, ‘Don’t worry about it, we’ll resolve this one way or another.”

Beatrice nodded, understanding the complexities of the situation. "I get what you mean, Shells. It's a big decision, and it can feel like you're swimming against the tide when everyone around you is on a different path.”

“That’s kinda deep,huh?”

“ But you're right; you and Bob will find your way through this together. And don't worry about being the 'crazy aunt.' You're an amazing friend, and you've got plenty of time to figure out what's right for you."

Shells offered a small but genuine smile. "Thanks, Bea. Your support means a lot to me. And I know you've got your own challenges to deal with right now, so I didn't want to burden you."

Beatrice squeezed Shells' shoulder again. "You're never a burden, Shells. And besides, catching up with you and helping with this ice machine is a welcome break from my own worries."

Shells chuckled. "Fair enough. It's good to have you back, even if it's just for a little while."

"It's good to be back," Beatrice replied with a smile. "And who knows, maybe I'll be able to come around more often soon.”

“Really?”

“Well,” she sighs, her shoulders dropping, “I’m not sure…I want the twins to come home, you know?”

“...right…how are you and Rooster dealing with it?”

Beatrice purses her lips, “Well…” she smiles, ‘He’s just…amazing, you know?”

Shells looked at Beatrice with an knowing smile. "I can imagine he is.” she leans down to pick something from the ground, “You two are gross.”

Beatrice nodded, her eyes distant for a moment as she thought about Rooster. "He's been there for me through everything, especially during the pregnancy. It hasn't been easy, but he's made it a lot more manageable."

"That's love, Bea," Shells said softly. "Real love." and she sounded serious.

Beatrice's smile grew warm and affectionate. "Yeah, it is. I'm really lucky to have him in my life. And he's been amazing with Nikki and the twins. They adore their dad."

Shells chuckled. "Well, of course they do. He's a great guy. And you're a fantastic mom, Bea. You're doing an incredible job."

Beatrice's expression turned slightly wistful. "Thanks, Shells. It means a lot to hear that.”

“And,don’t forget I helped,” she points it out, “If it wasn’t for me and aunt Penny, you two would stay ages pining for each other.” she pauses, “Wanna know when I noticed he liked you?”

“...well...yes.”

-

She was bored, she took her time to drink some water when she was outside the Hard Deck. Beatrice was doing good, she’s been with them with a few months and she managed to get the hang of it. 

“Shells.”

She sips her water, nodding at the tall pilot, “Rooster.”

“Are they inside?”

“Yep, they never miss it do they?” she teases, nodding towards the bar, ‘Go on, my aunt is going to see you in a bit.”

Rooster nods, about to go in - his hand is on the door- but he stops and he’s looking at something, better yet, someone inside. Shells noticed his pause, then slowly turned to see where his gaze landed and she slowly lowered her bottle.

Was he looking at Bea?

Oh, ohohohohoho!!!

Shells looked like the cat that just found out the cream was chilled and had pieces of fruit in it, because her gaze moved from Rooster to Bea and vice versa, only to stop at Rooster. He was a statue, a living statue, his jaw was clenched a bit and even if his eyes were hidden by the caravans, it was still obvious where he was staring.

She clears her throat once, nothing, then twice, still nothing, only when she coughs right by his side is that the pilot moves - jumps,more likely. He gives her a confused stare and she smirks ,”Well,aren’t you going inside?”

Rooster blinked rapidly, as if snapping out of a trance, and cleared his throat nervously. "Yeah, yeah, of course," he stammered, taking a step back from the door as if he had been caught in the act of something he shouldn't be doing.

Shells couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. It was clear as day that Rooster had been caught staring at Beatrice, and she was going to make sure he knew it. "You know, Rooster, you can go inside. I won't tell Bea that you were checking her out."

Rooster's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I wasn't... I mean, I was just... um..."

Shells grinned mischievously, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Uh-huh. Go on,Chanticleer, go on.”

Rooster's embarrassment seemed to increase, but he managed a nod and a faint smile. "Yeah, I will. Thanks, Shells."

With that, Rooster finally entered the Hard Deck, leaving Shells outside with her victorious grin. She couldn't resist a little teasing now and then, and now…now she had something to work with.

“Ohhh,” she rubs her hands like a villain, “This will be great.”

-

“Wait.”

“Hm?’

Beatrice holds her hand, “Wait, when was that??”

“Like,what, three,four months before you two actually talked?” she shrugged, licking her lips as she sits up,smirking at Beatrice’s face,”You knew he looked at you then,Bea, why are you so surprised?”

"Three or four months? Seriously,?"

Shells shrugged nonchalantly, her smirk still firmly in place. "Well, I did tell you about some stuff but you didn’t want to hear it back then.."

Beatrice shook her head in mock exasperation. "Well,fine, you are right…I didn’t see it. I didn’t want to see he was looking or noticing me.”

Shells grinned. "Oh, he noticed you, alright. Couldn't take his eyes off you, in fact."

Beatrice chuckled, feeling a warm, happy glow inside. "Well, I'm glad he did. Otherwise, we might have missed out on something really special."

Shells nodded in agreement. "You two are a perfect match, no doubt about it. And it's about time you got some happiness in your life, Bea."

Beatrice smiled at her friend, feeling grateful for the support and love she had received from Shells and everyone else at the Hard Deck. "I couldn't have done it without all of you. You've been like family to me."

Shells leaned in and gave Beatrice a one-armed hug. "That's because you are family, Bea. And we're here for you, no matter what."

While the conversation was really sweet and thoughtful, it was Penny’s heavy footsteps that broke it, when she stood by the bar and saw the two her smile - while still present - was strained, ‘Girls,” she begins, clapping her hands together, “...can we talk in the office? Really quickly?”

“Wait,”Shells begins, “Us? Both of us?”

Penny inhales shakily, “...yeah, both of you.”

[running-swimming-living]

I am back to swimming. I am going to try to get a workout in 5 times a week for at least 30 mins like I used to. Today is day 3. Two more to go.

I went to lunch with my cousin and his immediate family on Saturday and the pics came out in the group chat. I thought I was pretty. But looking at the photo I feel I would be happier and more confident if I lost a bit of weight. I’m currently at 188.

I exercise and eat somewhat healthy with good portions. I’d like to be a little slimmer. So I am focusing more on weight loss now especially as we go into summer and might try to do two a days with running and swimming.

My diet for today was residuals from take out yesterday. I had some left over fish and chips and some pizza. I am planning on getting some veggies from the Chinese grocery store. So much better than American veggies imo.

Today just feels like Sunday. I need to take care of some tasks around the house.

[youphoriaot7]

QSMP RECAP : DAY 188 (9/26)

morning crew was thinking with portals.

FIT, TUBBO, PAC, and FOOLISH messed around with portals (i believe this was an admin joke? but i’m not certain??? ksjfgkjs)

TINA, MOUSE, PIERRE, FELPS, and PHIL joined them later on

multiple people Fucked Around and Found Out (spammed dirt around the federation offices, attempted to build a giant drill)

sanctions were applied (everyone went fucking blind)

FOOLISH was given a trial task from cucurucho: track down rulebreakers, and take photo evidence to give to the federation along with a report. he was allowed to selected an assistant, who he chose to be TINA. (i believe they asked mouse to help too?) he has until tomorrow to complete the trial.

black concrete appeared at FOOLISH’S titan and house

FOOLISH found black concrete, a purple sign ("PA, estoy perdida, buscame te extraño T_T" / pa, i’m lost, find/look for me, i miss you T_T [trans cred: pac lmao]), a leo head, an amethyst crystal, and a pink tulip

FIT got more static/headaches/memory flashes

a Whole Buttload of People stormed the federation offices and banged pans around, demanding to see cucurucho. (it did not work.)

the admins removed the bathroom waystone from the federation offices

PAC worked on the racetrack task from the federation

FIT found an employee report and task report at the federation offices (both written by fred; task report being a report on the different building tasks the islanders have received; employee report mentioning ron’s disappearance, walter-bob’s “punishment,” a possible promotion for wd015/wd016 :D, and the a-ranks doing a “good job”)

TUBBO found an advisory at the federation offices (written by fred, it warns workers about bbh, saying he has been acting unprovokedly aggressive towards employees and advising them to avoid him. it also mentions that the federation suspects bbh has a bigger plot.)

TUBBO figured out bbh kidnapped a federation worker

BAGI learned about the wonders of gegg from pierre

TUBBO, PHILZA, and FOREVER attempted to find baghera and bbh because they think they kidnapped federation workers

BBH showed baghera the federation worker he's been torturing in his basement (ron)

TUBBO and FOREVER confronted bbh at his base

TUBBO and BBH argued about ron

(i think there was probably some more stuff with tubbo and bad but i couldn’t watch the streams so i’m not certain past this point ;-;)

[drunkchasind]

The OG 4 (created for CP77)

The Witches (from an original setting)

The Grey Warden (from Dragon Age)

Some informations about them under the cut:

Name: Faye Seela Valo (tag faye valo)

Alias: V

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Bi

Height: 5'9.5'' (the .5 is important)/176 cm

Partner/Love interest: Ozob Bozo (shippy tag faye x ozob)

Age: 27

Random: She's from Vancouver, Canada, but following the passing of her best friend, she left home and ended up in NC after wandering on the west coast for a while. She's an incredibly independant person and knows how to look after herself, but she can easily prove her value, which helped her secure work and contacts quickly in NC. She shares a workshop with Iris, working as a mechanic specialized in mechatronics.

Name: Harrison Joseph Sutherland (tag harris sutherland)

Alias: John Lambert (from gang years)

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bi

Height: 6'2''/188 cm

Partner/Love interest: various flings, nothing serious after the death of his one true love (Ludivine Hamilton)

Age: 36

Random: He's the older brother of Faye (on their father's side). An avid biker with a fondness for troubles (or is it that he's a magnet for them?). He's a piece of work, BUT he'll get any job done with the wanted results, making him a good merc during his time in NC. He used to be in a gang during his youth/early adulthood, so tricky situations are not something that stress him out; one might even say he enjoys it.

Name: Iris Isabelle Lorne (tag iris lorne)

Alias: 1ZZ1

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bi

Height: 5'11''/180cm

Partner/Love interest: Declan ''Brick'' Griffin (shippy tag iris x declan)

Age: 33

Random: A very resourceful and imaginative techie, who's outgoing and has a pretty chill view of life. Was raised in a deranged stepfamily and decided to leave it all behind to make her own path. Despite being in a long-lasting relationship with Brick, she never joined Maelstrom (as it was a wish, for them both). Every so often, she does hang out with some specific members, though :)

Name: Devon Adrian Maggard (tag devon maggard)

Alias: Lt. Maggard

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bi

Height: 6'4''/193 cm

Partner/Love interest: Jessamyn Murphy (shippy tag devon x jessa)

Age: 35

Random: Following a car accident (the same one that cost the life of his brother), underwent an extensive ''rehabilitation'' that gave him back the ability to walk, but at the expense of a ''cyborgening'' which remains heavy to deal with. He's a MaxTac lieutenant (later, commander), naviguating - and ruthlessly adapting to- the many grey zones that come upon him.

Name: Jessamyn Eva Murphy (tag jessamyn murphy)

Alias: Hræsvelgr

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bi

Height: 5'8''/173 cm

Partner/Love interest: Devon Maggard (shippy tag devon x jessa)

Age: 34

Random: Chosen sister of Egon. She's in charge of ''informations acquirement'' for the organization COVATECH, specialized in botanical biochemistry and evolutionary developmental biology. More importantly, she's the handler of the sentient AI YGGDRA-517, that inhabits the walls of the organization.

Name: Egon Hyena Stelnar Munroe (tag egon hyena munroe)

Alias: Hyena

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Lesbian

Height: 6'/183 cm

Partner/Love interest: only flings

Age: 32

Random: Chosen sister of Jessamyn. Now, this one is a bit explosive. Thriving in chaos, with a taste for fire. And how do you control chaos? By giving it Purpose. She serves as an enforcer during certain tasks, as well as associate for tracking informations holders, to aid her sister.

Name: Srovren Antonius Ismir Halligar (tag srovren halligar)

Alias: Greyson

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bi

Height: 6'6''/198 cm

Partner/Love interest: Isaura Forsythia

Age: 43

Random: Ex-military, stranded from his homeland. He runs a garage, which also serves as a front for a shelter to those in need. The shelter is runned with the help of Elsimi Laurela, a ripperdoc, and Doran Sedras, ''freight coordinator''. He has an illegitimate daughter with his long lost lover.

Credits for the divider x

[angelramirez]

TASK 005 — LET'S GET PHYSICAL.

i.

weight: 75 kg

height: 188 cm

body build: muscular

shape of face: oblong shape with a sharp jawline

eye color: brown

hair color: black-brown

type of hair: curly

hairstyle: wild curls and most often put up in a bun

facial hair: moustache with short beard

ii.

skin tone: tan with an olive undertone

distinguishing marks: thick eyebrows

tattoos: a flower tattoo on his bicep

piercings: a helix piercing

physical disabilities: heart defect since birth

posture: like a hundred year old man

usual fashion of dress: oversized

glasses or contacts: black rimmed glasses that he uses way too little

jewelry or accessories: his abuela's cross