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since i wont be posting on my rw blog anymore im just gonna repost all the stuff from there. get downtown+painting'd
#that painting ref is old as balls....#their thing is that under painting is a bioluminescent forest called the nest. inspired by the vinyl art#downtown is from a species of slugcat who evolved along with the nest#while painting wasnt being a City she was making purposed organisms for her citizens but only if they asked her nicely#she lured downtown to her chamber like u lure a stray cat to your house and gave him the mark#downtown IS really smart he just dont give af abt anything painting says#he cant understand that shes the entire superstructure and not just the puppet#he thinks shes a kind of tick or parasite living inside this giant animal#“this thing is so stupid. i know how eyes and mouths look like and i know mouths are always under eyes but although she has eyes she doesnt#have a mouth‼️‼️‼️‼️ whats wrong with her. she sucks at being a tick. i need to make sure she doesnt starve or falls off or something“#my art#my ocs#downtown#unfinished painting
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Can you please talk about how you 3D model? I love your style and as an aspiring 3d modeller myself the dragon models you make are just so satisfying!! love the khepra (they can do no wrong)
Thank you!! I’d love to talk about it ,,
So I learned how to 3D model by following a roblox game studio called Sonar Studios a few years ago. The lead developer makes speedModeling videos on youtube if you'd like to reference those. Back then I could only learn by visuals and trying to figure out what they were doing but eventually after self teaching myself, I was able to become a trial dev for them and learn with them!! So what I’ll be talking about closely reflects their style of modeling.
First, I have this old Google slides I made of the basics of blender (program I use)(you can ignore the parts about roblox)
But before that, I want to share how my models started out (after a bit of eyeballing)
This guy looks good visually UNTIL you look at his wireframe... oh boy... Some issues I can name here are: modifiers not applied, unoptimized, seems kinda lazily done
BUT! I wanted to continue modeling due to the idea of having "digital action figures of my designs" which is super fun lol. So I practiced here and there and now I'm pretty comfortable where I'm at but I wont pass up the opportunity to learn new things about blender!
(wings hidden for convenience) You can see now, this guy is MUCH cleaner looking compared to that model from 2021. I want to say though, the only modifier I don't apply unless I'm going to rig the model is the Mirror modifier.
OPTIMIZATION. IS. IMPORTANT! (and so is making sure your model looks clean on the wireframe level)
Look at the stats of both these models! The left is the model from 2021 while the right is the model from 2024... huge difference! That's because I learned how to optimize! Detail of your model plays a huge part in this too but you can see that visually, both appear to be just as detailed. (Lower numbers usually means better BUT do not over-optimize because it can make your model look lower quality. Clean up your model the best you can while retaining as much original quality as possible! it is OK to cut out some design elements, for example if you have a really complex splotch pattern, depending on how detailed, it's ok to get rid of smaller and less important patterns as long as you keep close to the original shape to preserve quality.)
Some things of note before I move on:
The way I apply materials in the google slides is outdated (in my style) and now I follow this tutorial (I also change my model ref sheets to include gradient palettes if I need them)
I DO THIS AS A HOBBY! Not everything I do is perfect and that's okay!
I ALWAYS simplify my ref sheets to make them easier to model (it is OK to have a super detailed design as long as there's no super tiny details you wont notice)(additionally, if your design is detailed and your numbers start to go up, don't worry)
I have a natural eye for 3D shapes which is why modeling comes easy to me but if you struggle with only a side view of your subject then draw/reference more angles!
Also... you didn't ask but I want to touch back on the idea of "digital action figures" with the basics of rigging your model
I follow this tutorial but specifically the section on "rigid rigging" because weight painting is still a mystery to me. I know it's important.. but because I don't use my models besides personal use, my rigging abilities are super messy lol. I don't name my bones unless it's for symmetry reasons. Something also of note is when I'm ready to rig my model, I split it. Basically meaning I turn it from a figure to an action figure by giving it ball joints! (this part is probably the most tedious and boring)
In this style of modeling, your joints may never be perfect but it doesn't matter, you learn to love it.
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happy pokemon day, everyone!! [jumpscares you with new refs of my ocs] DO YOU REMEMBER THEM DO YOU MISS THEM DO YOU LOVE TH-
had new refs of my 2020 ocs made to commemorate- these guys initially got me drawing + posting art again so i gotta give it to them for being the OGs 👏👏 and a big thank you to everyone who stuck with me ever since they debuted 3 years ago!
descriptions under the cut in case my handwriting is illegible:
CHAMPION D
shades with special lenses
uses ultra balls
front logo
dynamax band
relaxed mode- hair down & glasses (he's near sighted)
back logo
gloves
low social battery. hyper extrovert champion vs crybaby introvert trainer
eye detail = 9 colors can be simplified to 6 from afar
puberty blockers keep him...short!
GYM LEADER POPPY
military cap
belts
dogtags with his information (he sometimes forgets...)
his pokeballs are also labelled from the bottom
all his pokemon have this (red) bandanna & dogtags
bandages are purely psychological. poppy forgets he isn't injured anymore & puts it on only to comfort himself
lost half his fingers, some toes, and an ear when he was 10 years old- frostbitten from freezing in lake acuity. (he has prosthetics now though)
pants back design
hair goes to his right side
belt strap
eye detail
wears gloves- hides prosthetic fingers
TRAINER/RANGER TURQUOISE
"collar"
"skirt"
gets a scar post-oshawott incident
uses luxury balls
tie pin
eye detail
wig
real hair is RED!
clothes underneath
flirtatious prince who steals girl's hearts
BLUE BIRTHMARK on nape
fingerless gloves + painted (black) nails
#pokemon#pokemon oc#trainersona#gymleadersona#pokemon ranger#pokemon dpp#pokemon swsh#champion d#gym leader poppy#trainer turquoise#lionhe(art)#pokemon bw
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heya! sorry if you got an ask like this before but i wanted ask about your art!
I was rewatching your halloween speedpaint and i wanted to ask:
1: what references do you use for the skeletons body/ how did you learn to draw the bones so well?
2: how many references do you usually use for a rendered piece like that?
3: how did you improve your art over the years and where and how did you pick up tips and tricks that helped you improve?
4: what's a tip of advice you can give to someone who wants to start doing digital art?
Thanks and you dont have to answer!
AHHHH omg that's so old. i really need to start making speedpaints again, my art style has changed so drastically lol
1: what references do you use for the skeletons body/ how did you learn to draw the bones so well?
references. are. your. best. friend. i used to HATTEEEE SKELETONS before i got into undertale purely because i hated drawing them, specifically around the ribs and pelvis (still a struggle) rely on refs! follow artists you like!!!! practice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2: how many references do you usually use for a rendered piece like that?
i barely did, if you saw LOL only for a few of the materials that i needed help shading with, but other than that, not much really
this is mostly because im. really bad. at trying to help myself. LOL but! usually i have a lot of references open, not just for big pieces, at least i use them more now. but i used to just fuck it we ball i have pages up often, so i can't exactly count it but yeah
3: how did you improve your art over the years and where and how did you pick up tips and tricks that helped you improve?
talked abt it with a friend today, but i often did quick and fast drawings without much care for the mistakes because i grew up on animation! (flipnote studio)
it's good practice to draw quick rhythmic sketches without many erasures or undos to get yourself used to efficient sketching. the speed also helps you gain more confidence! it's essential
4: what's a tip of advice you can give to someone who wants to start doing digital art?
PLEEAAASEEEE look at tutorials and digital color theory. i see most beginner digital artists complain about not being able to get into digital art because "it doesn't feel like traditional art" well duh!!! ofc it doesn't!!!!!!!!!!!!!! don't treat it that way! digital art is a WHOLE DIFFERENT MEDIUM, treat it as such
when you get a program, you need these tutorials and guides or else you're gonna hate yourself and hate digital art
remember: digital paint does not blend the same way traditional paint does (unless you're using a program that imitates that) imagine digital art as like. being a watercolor artist trying to learn oil paint, you get me??????
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Hi! I was wondering if it's alright to make fanart of your Titanfall oc Red with proper credit to you :)
NGL I had to sleep on this one. Because on one hand, fanart is ALWAYS cool, and I treasure the commissioned works I have on this guy. On the other- yeah, still feeling real cagey about some of the stuff that happened. So, really appreciate you asking.
The problem with Red is he started out as extremely Canon adjacent as a personality assigned to Blisk’s Titan but he became so much more than that. I started writing for him (and KB) at the end of I think 2017 and have continued to do so in RP and fanfic p much on the daily ever since. I’ve given a lot of myself to Red, the good and the bad (he has my impatience and my temper for example) and he’s kind of become a love letter to myself- a reminder that I am worthy of love, and of care… and as such, became way too gotdamn important to me and I am trying very hard now to separate the self from the creation in kind of a too-late damage control. Oops 🙃
I love him, he is my comfort character, and I love that others love him too. I’d love it more if folks respect my boundaries about him. Sticking him in fics and RPs (yes someone was RPing him without my involvement 🫠) is not cool but yeah. Yeah fanart is cool. Thank you for asking.
Have an old as balls ref sheet I did for myself a few years back in prep for this outrageously awesome plushie commission I got from StitchyButton over on Etsy (highly recommend if you can afford)
You wanna know how much of a fucking nerd I am I have the keychains for his fun-sized Predator cannon there AND a pair of converse chucks I painted to match the boots now too 🤣
#ask#makodraws#oc art#Legion Red#the name? after 7ish years od RP dude eventually got married lmao#he gay keep scrolling#super awkward my two Titanfall OCs have names that match destiny Warmind nicknames#this is why you never hear me refer to Rasputin as Red lmao#Red is this guy#not tagging TF don’t really want to circulate
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Random Irosami headcanons: Sports
Though they are both disgustingly fit, Iroh is the more naturally athletic of the two. He likes playing sports that involve running and dexterity as opposed to bending power (it's very hard - though not impossible - to firebend while running). In a modern au he's often in track and field or in crew. When he's older he's the kind of guy who plays racquetball with his colleagues after work. On vacations he'll do anything that will get him outside, from long walks on the beach to kayaking to hiking up mountains for the view. He'll nominally support FN sports teams, but gets bored sitting and watching for long periods and so only does this socially.
Asami is more the rabid sports fan of the paint your face, know all the stats variety. She's been following pro-bending since she was nine and now owns a box at the arena where she stands the whole game screaming at the ref. But keeping in shape herself is mostly a chore and stress relief. Going to the gym is somewhat like brushing her teeth - she just does it, because when she doesn't she feels icky and gross. But unlike Iroh, Asami prefers indoor group classes with a beat like kickboxing and gymnastics. In a modern au she does best at sports like volleyball and tennis where it's an advantage being tall and she doesn't have to run very far.
When they have kids, Iroh enthusiastically takes on the role of kiddie coach, absolutely glowing with pride as his three-year-old wanders vaguely off in search of a ball. "Did you see that?" he elbows his wife as said kid trips and falls on the ball. "Natural talent." Asami for her part makes sure her kids always have the mom with the biggest sign in the stands. They are all embarrassed but also feel very loved.
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Updated Tanva's design today! She's depicted here in a Windchaser draped-sleeve robe-- this type of outfit is generally considered casual but traditional and classy, and the translucent silk wraps and fur collar are particularly fashionable for younger Windchasers!
(Alt version of this sheet with mini-insets for detail shots of teeth and eyes, plus old refsheet and major changes, plus reasoning for changes, under the cut)
Ref with a couple of detail insets!
And old ref!
Major changes include:
Removed most of the gradient markings and defined colors more sharply to avoid overcomplicating the design (as Tanva's design is already fairly complex-- the old design stood out awkwardly against the simpler designs for the rest of the Dancer's Steppe cast)
Changed teardrop tattoos/face paint to 'winter wind' spirals due to possible resemblance to prison tattoos
Completely changed outfit to match current Windchaser lore and because I didn't like the old one
Changed body type somewhat because fuck it we ball
Made boot-and-glove fur curly/swirly to match hair
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Our favorite HSPN posts 12
Here’s a list of our favorite Hair & Sports Programming Network posts from the past year:
A favorite: Thomas Tuchel & Emma Hayes are the best huggers in football.
The best of the rest:
Pernille gives the ref a piece of her mind
Internal debate
Celebrating the Club World Cup
One outfit army
Hospitality package
Epic stare down
I got you a ball boy
The true unsung heroes of the transfer windows
Three digits
Mr. Todd
Remember that time you guys said I was 85 on August 14, 2022?
Kadeisha cannot believe this shit
Conor loves chaos
Pay the Leeds guy his money day!
Matrixing it in from wherever he is
Phantom
All or Nothing
Multitask
Great game (for him)
Being part of the meetings
Museum guard
Just two adult men who never talk but hold hands
Thumbs up to the outfit
The hugest fan of the Svenska Cupen
18th-c. European minor aristocrat
Legos: Emma Hayes & Fernando Torres
The Oracle
Super super super fresh
The same issues as us 15 years ago
Old enough to have a job
Gets their honest reaction
Frame this quote
B. Badiashile
On Thomas Tuchel:
So much yelling he saved up
We got seriously lucky
He'd drive the team to Lille
Look at his legs go
On César Azpilicueta:
Stylish backheel flick
Paintings in the attic
Just loves the shithousing
Flex
Yes. Next question.
10 years
Previous favorites: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
#Benoît Badiashile#César Azpilicueta#Emma Hayes#Fernando Torres#Graham Potter#Kadeisha Buchanan#Pernille Harder#Thomas Tuchel#Todd Boehly#Chelsea FC#Chelsea FC Women#Chelsea FCW#hair sports#HSPN#soccer#football#sports
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒
want to read the whole thing? You can find it here
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Pairing: James/Jason
TW: depression, hockey violence, drowning, alcoholism
He’s walking into the lockers before the game when he’s roughly yanked from behind.
Startled, he’s pushed backwards into a closet before the door’s shut and he’s slammed into the wall, his head knocking against the brick.
“What the fuck is this?” Jason yells, pressing the newspaper into James’ chest.
Shit. Shit shit shit.
They must have printed what he said.
“I think you’re reading too much into it, man,” he says, tries to act nonchalant, tries to act like he didn’t mean it.
“Bullshit,” Jason seethes, balling his fists into James’ jersey. “If you’ve got something to say then say it.”
Anger presses coolly into the sides of James’ stomach, but he tries to remain calm, feeling cornered.
“It’s nothing,” he bites, but Jason’s hands twist in his top, teeth gritted.
“Fuck, whatever it is, just say it,” Jason shouts, and James loses it.
He slams his lips against Jason’s, feeling Jason yelp against him, but he doesn’t pull away, in fact, Jason just pulls him in closer, hands bundled in James’ jersey.
Jason opens his mouth and James licks into it, exploring him in all possible ways, hands clamping in Jason’s short hair.
James doesn’t think he ever wants to stop, the feeling of Jason’s lips against his own moorish, like he’ll never get enough.
He deepens the kiss further only for there to be a knock at the door, and James quickly pulls away, cheeks red.
Jason blinks back at him, confusion and arousal seeping into his face.
The door opens and Bob pops his head in.
“I hope you two aren’t beating each other up.”
Jason laughs, shaking his head.
“Nah, we’ve sorted it,” he says before pushing past Bob, leaving James stood there, open and vulnerable.
Bob gives him a funny look but James ignores him, instead going to the locker to put his skates on.
They’re got a game to win after all.
— —
“I thought you were gonna drown,” Lars admits, once they’re seated safely in the hospital.
He looks at James like he’s expecting him to agree.
James blinks, eyes slowly slide to the thick bandages around his knee.
James isn’t all that sure he didn’t.
— —
James can still feel the prickle of his lips when he hits the ice, and he knows from the offset that this isn’t going to be a good game.
Lars is whipping around, desperate for the puck, and James can hardly keep up with him, darting between the players, ready to send it into the net if he gets chance.
Lars is shadowing Mustaine, following him around the ice, just like he’s done so many times before, but Dave’s face is sour, turning red.
“C’mon, you fucking old man,“ Lars says, just loud enough for James to hear, quickly grabbing the puck from under Mustaine.
James looks up in time to see Dave yell, slashing Lars, reeling his hockey stick back before smacking it around Lars’ face. Blood immediately spurts onto the ice, and Lars slides back slightly, bending in half, eyes scrunched shut.
James can only watch, stood stock still as Hammett reels past him, smacking into Dave, knocking him onto his back.
Only, the thing is, as Dave goes down, his leg flails upwards, his skate colliding straight into Lars’ chest.
Lars slams backwards, and it’s that motion that finally kicks James into gear.
He skates over, feet fast on the ice, and all he can see is blood, blood everywhere, and yet Lars is trying to get back on his feet.
“Stay down,” James shouts, pushing at Lars’ shoulders. Lars doesn’t seem to hear him, trying to shuffle onto his knees.
The rest of his team are beating on Dave, pushing him down into the ice, and James keeps his hands on Lars, hopes the injury isn’t too bad.
“Oh god I’m so sorry,” Kirk is saying, bending down to attend to Lars, hands flying into blood like wet paint, and James glances around, clocks Jason staring back at him from across the ice.
The ref is desperately trying to break up the fight next to them but all James can see is red.
He lets go of Lars, barrels forwards, smacks Jason into the side, pinning him up against the plastic.
“This is your fucking fault,” James yells, slamming his palms onto Jason’s chest, his breath hot against Jason’ cheek.
“How is this my fault?” Jason seethes, pushing James right back, the lines on his face prominent. “It’s Lars who won’t shut his fucking mouth.”
James grits his teeth, stepping forwards, face mere inches from Jason’s, doesn’t want to acknowledge the way his dick twitches at the defiant look on Jason’s face.
“You need to keep your men in check,” James spits, and the anger splits for a second into something close to arousal, hot tendrils raking his arms and up his throat, has his heart pulsing in his ears.
Jason’s lip quirks, and he shoulders past James, goes to help break up the fight still going on on the ice.
James turns, sees two medics escorting Lars off the ice, arms around him to keep him up as he slides to the exit, and worry churns in James’ gut.
He just wants to finish the game now, wants to go and see if Lars is okay.
Wants to pretend the argument between him and Newsted never happened.
He blows out a breath, eyes the ref who signals for the game to restart, sending Dave off on a suspension.
Kirk is standing off to the side, watching Lars get off the ice, all the colour drained from his face, hands a dark red, but James can’t lose another player.
He needs to win this game.
“Kirk,” he says, places his hands on Kirk’s shoulders, feeling him shake even through his gear.
Kirk looks at him, a little lost, brown eyes glazed in panic, and James shakes his head.
“You’ve got to suck it up, man.”
Kirk draws in a breath, nodding, and James pats his shoulder before skating to his position.
The ref signals, and they play.
— —
James isn’t sure how, but they get through the rest of the game. With his team not playing to full capacity, they lose the puck too many times.
Burton is skating towards the net when James checks him, slams the older man straight into the barricade, much harder than he ought to.
Burton swears at him, but James can hardly hear it over the ringing in his ears, and he glances over the ice.
Jason throws a glare at him, but James hardly feels it, or acknowledges it. Hoping that Jason’s giving that look to the ghost of himself instead, the spectre that’s shifting between his synapses, someone that can play the game for him so that he doesn’t have to stand on the ice with his whole chest feeling like someone’s striking at it, hammer to anvil.
Proprietorial grips him, has him coiling into a high strung wire, like the primary cables on a utility pole.
One slice and he’s live, short circuiting, encapsulating energy and electrocution.
If life is an electric chair, he thinks, then he sat in it a long time ago.
They lose by one point.
James should’ve seen it coming, what with one of their best players off the ice, but it hurts nonetheless.
Dave is whooping from over on the bench and it just makes anger flare in James’ chest, and he slams his stick into the ice, heads for the lockers before anyone can catch him.
He sits in there alone for a while, just breathing, head in his hands, hoping to god Lars is okay, that it isn’t as bad as it had seemed.
Chatter choruses from the hallway, and he wipes at his eyes, pulling his skates off as the door opens.
It only takes a few minutes before there’s a flash of red hair, and all the anger James thought he’d swallowed comes barrelling back up his throat, and he’s on his feet before he can even think.
He stalks over before fisting his hands into Dave’s jersey, slamming his unsuspecting prey into the wall.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you if you do that again,” James seethes, the heels of his palm digging into Dave’s sternum.
Dave scoffs, juts his chin forwards.
“Yeah real tough. Lars is a fucking hoser.”
“Watch your fucking mouth,” James hisses, pulling hard on Dave’s jersey.
Dave smirks, and James gets ready to punch him.
“Or what?” Dave says, egging him on. James lets go of him with one hand, his fist reeling back, only for fingers to wrap around his wrist, jolting his hand.
He snaps his head to the side, ready to fire up, but it’s just Jason.
Just Jason.
“It’s okay, Het,” he says, hand still around James’ arm. He looks concerned, eyebrows knitted together. It makes him look young in a way that’s unfamiliar to James. “He’s not worth it.”
James shakes, unsure how to deal with this. Dave doesn’t say anything, and James is glad of his silence.
He uncurls his fingers and drops his arm, though Jason’s hand never leaves his wrist. His touch is comforting in a way James knows he’s going to seek for the rest of his life. Comforting in a way that makes James feel at ease, like there’s nothing constricting his chest.
Jason gives him a brief smile, and lets go.
James misses the contact immediately, but embarrassment is doing a great job at making him feel stupid, and he gives one last glare to Dave before shouldering past the both of them.
He showers alone, glad that most of his team have filtered out, nothing to celebrate, and he wishes suddenly that he didn’t feel so broken, that a touch from Jason didn’t make him feel something for the first time in years.
He’s getting dressed when he realises he’s not alone, and he pulls his tshirt over his head before turning.
Jason’s stood in the doorway, face open and childlike. James cocks an eyebrow, burying his dirty jersey in his bag.
“I’m sorry,” Jason starts. “About Dave.”
James shrugs, doesn’t look at him, folds his trousers.
“I just hope Lars isn’t too badly hurt.”
He glances up to see Jason nod, hands falling into his pockets in an awkward manner.
“Are you going to see him at the hospital?”
James pauses. Kirk went straight there as soon as the game finished, and he knows Lars would probably want him there too. Besides, he needs to make sure he’s okay, can feel the ache deep in his bones.
He nods, zipping up his bag before pulling it over his shoulder.
“Can I come?” Jason asks, swaying a little on his feet, and James frowns.
“Why?”
“I just want to make sure he’s okay,” Jason says. “And apologise. I didn’t know Dave was gonna be so violent.”
James stills for a moment, realising that Jason wants to tag along with him. Ride in his car. Walk next to him.
He wants to be with James with a casual intimacy that James is a little too good at never witnessing.
But then he remembers Jason’s lips against his own, how it had stirred a fiery heat in him he never wants to dampen, and he finds himself shrugging.
“Sure, whatever man. Driver picks the music,” he says before heading out the door, not failing to notice the broad smile inching across Jason’s face.
#metallica fanfiction#james/jason#james hetfield x jason newsted#james hetfield/jason newsted#kirk/lars#metallica fic
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101 Pinball World (Teyon, 2012)
who greenlit this and can i go back in time to get them to un-greenlight it
the game 101 Pinball World is a dsiware title that attempts to be 4 themed pinball cabinets from the comfort of your nintendo dsi. it fails at this. the word "game" is doing some serious heavy lifting also
it boasts 4 worlds with a total of 101 tables when combined, but every "world" is really just the same set of board with different coats of paint. your ball can get stuck in places it cant get out of without tilting (which entirely disables your flippers until the ball is offscreen) and its happened to me multiple times a game before. it has 3 save files if you want to subject your friends to it and promptly lose said friends over it. someone made a trailer for it and noted how you can get a slow ball, tilt the board, or even have Ball Immunity, the number one funniest thing about this title
the sound design is both lacking and overwhelming at the same time. but the worst part is the... music? do i call it music? does it count as music? does any of this matter? does it ever end? do we get some sort of retribution for the horrendous auditory crimes of 101 Pinball World? i can answer none of these questions. as if you can even hear the music over the atrociously-mixed sounds of flippers and bumpers and points screaming from the ds speakers
here is the "soundtrack"/torment, uploaded in a video by a definitely unremarkable person who definitely didnt make a game everyone was talking about in like 2018. no siree. never happened
youtube
mystmans commentary on the game is pretty on-point, speaking as someone who decided this game was a good thing to spend my precious dsi shop money on a decade ago. i still get the title theme stuck in my head from time to time, though, since thats like the 2nd best song in the game. theres only 5 songs in this entire 5-dollar game, by the way. and also it was 5 entire dollars
which means theres no reason to rank them individually /ref
5. wizard theme - hilariously garbage. "ah shit, someone killed the keyboard player." worst thing i think ive ever heard from the ds. its even worse in person believe me. this is not music
4. space theme - kinda bland? idk. its like one synth loop forever. could be worse though, wizard theme proves that real well. has a weird buzzing in the back that really makes my brain hurt. i like the little ascending-descending sounds! very fun i forgot about those
3. pirate theme - good song, but ABSOLUTELY not pirate music. this sounds more like a beta track from club penguin: elite penguin force. i bet if you changed the soundfont itd fit the penguin bill just fine
2. title theme - catchy but empty. its like how modern deco*27 songs feel to me: good melody and beat, hollow instrumental. used to be 7-year-old-mes jam though. BEAUTIFUL bassline. goddamn. just gimme this for the whole ost honestly. itd only get a little grating.
1. spooky theme - regularly gets stuck in my head, albeit a better version i thought of so im not tormenting myself forever. this is what a song should sound like. it feels like this was made first and then the devs started running out of time to get the game out. keyboard drones in the back kinda give me a headache. but tbf that happens with all of the music and this is just the one that does it the least
overall, this game isnt even worth it for the bit. do not play this. i have found few games that are worse. maybe ill talk about them eventually. one day 101 Minigolf World will have its day. not yet though. 101 Pinball World was a soulless shovelware cash grab and it wasnt even fun. what a waste of 5 bucks. shame on you tiny tadpole past gio
overall rating: 2.7 - Real Bad. has 2 good music tracks and the menu ui looks nice. boring, broken, and somewhat painful under the surface -- like broken glass hidden under a shitty old paper-thin rug. cost too much money on the dsi shop channel for what it is. Do Not Play.
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we should be rivals (leah williamson x chelsea!reader)
being the newest chelsea signing and a diehard fan all your life, you didn’t understand the arsenal hype until you saw her...
word count: 2541 ish
a/n: big thanks to @4stars-uswnt and @sauceysonny for ideas.. (though they were really creepy and both somehow gave me the exact same one at the same time...)
part 2 is out!
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you’re jolted out of your thoughts when kerr slaps you on your back.
“you coming kid?”
you nod slowly, unable to tear your eyes off the wembley stadium sign.
“what’s up rook?”
“oh nothing nothing, i’m just taking it all in.”
after your stellar performance at ucla, it didn’t take long for you to be noticed by the big teams.
a longtime chelsea fan, to say you were beyond ecstatic when they wanted to sign you would be an understatement.
jessie signing with chelsea too was just the cherry on top.
kerr lets out a sigh in understanding.
“you’ve made it this far for a reason kid, don’t get intimidated. we’ve got a finals game to win.”
with that said, the forward patted your back and walked into the stadium.
you stood there for a bit longer, only broken out of your trance when your best friend, who had witnessed you standing in front of the stadium for a good ten minutes, finally just rolled her eyes and dragged you into the stadium.
“jess i was getting to it!”
“no you weren’t the dinosaurs literally went extinct in the time you stood there.”
“oh shut up.”
jessie let out a loud laugh at that, and led the two of you to your spots in the locker room, both of you bickering all the way.
you get quiet when you reach your spot and your silence causes jessie to turn around.
“damn no come back?”
you shake your head lightly.
“no i just can’t believe we made it ya know?”
jessie’s tone softens when she replies, “i know. i really can’t believe we’re here at wembley.”
you give the midfielder a hug, a moment cut short by sam, who yells for the two of you to hurry up.
~~
donning a #19 on your back, you made your way onto the pitch for warmups, to see that arsenal was out too.
as a die hard chelsea fan, you never quite payed any attention to who was on the other teams, and combined with your nerves, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to focus on the opposition at the moment.
playing your first ever fa cup final-scratch that.
playing and starting in your first ever fa cup final, the nerves were really starting to eat up at you now.
to combat your nerves you’ve learned to just get lost in what you’re doing.
to distract yourself, losing yourself in whatever you were doing.
you were so hyper focused on your stretching and warmups that you didn’t look up until it was too late, your body crashing into the red jersey in front of you.
in your haste you didn’t even notice who you ran into.
you scramble to your feet quickly and mutter a “sorry” before running towards a laughing jessie, your cheeks beet red.
“oh my god did anyone record that?”
you flush harder.
“shut up fleming.”
~~
on the opposite side of the field, leah was still laying on the grass, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
the flash of blue left as quick as it had happened , and the annoyed look originally plastered on her face was wiped away after seeing yours.
she was..
already...smitten?
daan poked her in the side with her cleat.
“stop staring off into space and get your gay ass up already.”
“i- right”
leah took daan’s outstretched hand and pulled herself up.
her eyes met jordan’s, who gave her a very knowing look.
“no.”
“i didn’t say anything.”
“just. no.”
~~
you stood behind jessie in the tunnel, the nerves visible on your face.
the vets all took note of your nervousness, each making sure to whisper a “good luck” or “you’ll do great” in your ear as they passed by.
it helped a bit.
a few of the arsenal players also gave you encouraging nods and smiles, something you greatly appreciated.
your breath caught in your throat when a certain arsenal player gave you a smile, the girl just stupidly attractive.
you gave her a quick grin and shook your head softly, trying to get your head back into the game and rid it of any distractions.
however, you couldn’t help but sneak one more glance as the opposing team walked out, catching a #6 and “williamson” on the back of her jersey.
the game began and you made an observation.
well it was more like a fact.
leah was good.
like crazy good.
every time the ball was at your feet the defender was there in a flash.
every.
single.
time.
her tackles were perfectly timed and just beautiful, with just enough on them to knock the ball from your feet without tripping you.
but as the game progressed and the score remained at 0-0, everyone was getting a little desperate, a little sloppy.
so when the next ball landed at your feet, leah overestimated the distance and as a result, her leg got hooked around yours and the two of you went tumbling down, you landing right on top of her.
you push yourself up onto your palms and the wind promptly gets knocked out of you.
the two of you look at each other, chests heaving and you make another observation.
and again, it’s more of a fact.
she was gorgeous.
absolutely,
without a doubt,
gorgeous.
you could feel your cheeks reddening and palms sweating as you looked down at her stuck, in a trance and absolutely smitten.
in your staring, you were unaware that this was the second time this had happened today.
leah however, was aware.
she was very very aware.
and you missed the way the defender’s breath hitched when you shifted your weight slightly, all too caught up in your own thoughts.
the ref’s whistle was what knocked both of you out of your trances, both equally flustered and cheeks equally red, you stood up quickly and stuck a hand out, almost staggering over at the sparks that shot up your arm when she pulled herself up.
the two of you were now standing, and you opened your mouth to say something, but leah starts first, the heavy english accent making your heart skip a beat.
“that was my fault i’m sorry”
“oh don’t be it’s fine” you reply quickly, the two of you falling into a silence right after.
never breaking eye contact, the tension was almost palpable.
its only when you hear jessie calling your name that you break it, turning to look at your best friend, before quickly looking back towards the defender to give her a nod and a smile before running towards your team, actions that she reciprocates.
~~
“i feel like if i didn’t call you the two of you would’ve started fucking right in front of us” jessie said, a comment that elicited a snort from eriksson, and a punch from you.
“ow! y/n!”
you stick your tongue out at her in response.
leah’s eyes followed you as you left, a soft smile forming when she sees you and jessie’s antics.. though she isn’t quite sure of the nature relationship between the two of you yet…
right. the game.
there’s an fa cup final still happening.
the rest of the game continued as usual, though you couldn’t help but notice that a certain defender’s eyes were on you every few minutes.
to be honest you couldn’t keep your eyes off her either, but you shook your head.
you had a game to win.
and win it you did, scoring your sixth goal for chelsea with a beautiful chip into the corner of the next and as a result securing the fa cup title for your team with a 1-0 win over arsenal.
you shook hands after the match, leah holding onto your hand just a little bit longer than normal, an act that kicked your heart into high gear once again.
a few minutes later, you walked slowly, making your way back to the locker room when you notice leah chatting with lisa, the latter who, upon meeting your eyes promptly disappears.
all of a sudden it’s just the two of you.
you break the silence first.
“you played really well, i’m sorry you guys didn’t win.”
leah thinks for a moment before she replies:
“it’s fine. i mean i had a hot girl on top of me twice today. i can’t complain.”
your cheeks turn red at her words, but you cock your head to the side in confusion when the words fully register.
“twice? what do you mean twice?”
“warmups?”
a little silence. and then, the lightbulb moment.
“oh my god. that was you? i’m so sorry i’m-“
leah laughs and brushes it off.
“don’t worry. it was cute.”
she was full on flirting with you now, and you really, really couldn’t handle it.
thank god for jessie, saving you from what could have been absolute chaos, when she calls for you from the locker room.
before leah turns, she gives you a wink, effectively freezing you in place, your cheeks painted scarlet.
jessie lets out a sigh from across the field.
“gay panic.”
~~
“i’m not! i’m just.. doing scientific research?” you answer hesitantly.
jessie rolls her eyes.
“sure y/n. whatever you say.”
you weren’t an arsenal fan.
you weren’t.
you just happened to catch all their games.
especially when leah was starting.
who were you kidding even leah sitting on the bench was attractive.
you had it bad.
“if you watch a live game i will make fun of you until the day i die.”
jessie pauses and then corrects herself:
“no scratch that. if you buy an arsenal jersey i will make fun of you until the day i die.”
you scoff.
“i would neve-“
you bought one.
a #6 arsenal jersey.
ugh an arsenal jersey? you were pretty sure your family would disown you.
at the very least jessie saw the hilarity of it.
“my god you are whipped,” she got out through a fit of laughter.
you debated telling her about the game ticket you purchased lying on your desk.
for the sake of the little bit of chelsea pride and sanity you had left, you decided against it.
~~
you wore a chelsea shirt.
granted it couldn’t be seen under your black hoodie, but you had to balance out the evils in some way, and slapping an old chelsea crest over your heart as you stepped foot in the arsenal stadium seemed like the best option to do so.
your seat was close to the pitch, right on top of the tunnel, and you hoped to catch a glimpse of the defender, all the while remaining anonymous.
the plan was for you to watch the game, and slip out when it finished without being seen and recognized.
lucky for you, the social distance seating was still in play, so with the 6 foot distance, your mask and baseball cap (and sunglasses when you came in), no one had noticed you.
you would never live it down if you were recognized.
the things you do for leah.
maybe you are a little whipped, but that’s besides the point.
arsenal was playing west ham today, a team you didn’t care all too much about.
your heart beat a little bit faster when the teams began walking out, it skipping a full beat when you saw the defender.
the game began and you couldn’t tear your eyes off of her, staring in awe at the absolute perfection of her crosses.
at halftime, arsenal was up by 4.
as you were sitting right above the tunnel, it was just your luck that when the teams made their way back into the locker rooms, leah looked up and her eyes locked with yours.
your eyes widened and you cursed internally.
leah shook her head and smirked, giving you a quick wink before she disappeared out of your sight.
you were panicking, and you had no choice but to give jessie a call.
~~
“you’re wHERE?” the canadian screamed into the receiver.
“i know i know but SHE SAW ME. i’m never going to live this down.” you groaned.
jessie couldn’t stop laughing.
“stop it. help me. before half time starts. please.”
“what do you want me to do?”
“i don’t know! give me some advice, tell me she won’t make fun of me, that stuff”
“okay okay, just be you. you haven’t scared her off yet so that has to mean something right?”
“oh shut up fleming.”
“hey! i’m trying to help!”
“fine fine continue.”
“so just keep doing what you’re doing. except don’t bang on the field this time. oh and don’t be an idiot. got it?”
“yes very helpful jess.”
“i know that’s why they call me the modern socrates. i’ve got the answers to everythin- you’re rolling your eyes at me aren’t you?”
you shrug even though she can’t see it.
“anddd now you’re shrugging. see this is the repayment i get for being such a dear and loving friend. wow i ca-“
“okay jess that’s enough, the second half is starting now, so bye thanks for your help, love you and don’t die!”
you let out a sigh before focusing again on the game in front of you.
arsenal’s performance the second half was even more spectacular than the first, netting 5 goals, bringing the total up to 9.
leah’s performance here was even better than that if possible.
the ninth and final goal was scored by none other than leah williamson herself, with a header from a perfectly placed corner by katie.
the whistle blew and arsenal won with a sweeping victory, leah coming away with 4 assists and a goal, something that you couldn’t help but be a little proud of.
your eyes never left the defender, who went around and took a few photos with fans before making her way towards you.
“fancy seeing you here, didn’t take you to be an arsenal fan.”
“oh i’m just scouting out the enemy” you retorted. “i’ve actually got a chelsea shirt on under this.”
leah gasped with mock offense, “a traitor, how dare you.”
you let out a hearty laugh at that, missing the way leah’s eyes soften at the sound.
“on purely observational note, you played great today,” you comment.
leah responded with a wink:
“was showing off a little bit for you.”
“i will say that was a beautiful header, but it still can’t beat mine though” you grin cheekily.
“oh? might you show me how it’s done then, if you’re oh so great”
“come watch one of my game’s and you’ll find out” you reply, giving her a wink.
“ick me attending a chelsea game? i would never. i’m too loyal to my club. unlike you.”
you let out a gasp.
the banter went on for a little while longer, before leah cut you off and asked:
“would you like to go get coffee with me sometime?”
and before you could say anything she added:
“like on a date?”
you pretend to give it a bit of deep thought before saying:
“only if you come to one of my games.”
“deal.”
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Dandy Summersong is a still settling figure in the town that he lives in, having moved out and into a home big enough to support the life he wanted for himself. Huge, fluffy, soft in and out, and with a love for gardening and baking, not to mention a massive nurturing streak for both plants and Grumplings, Dandy has been given many nicknames by the townsfolk that have come to know him. The most common in order being Flower Dad, The Flower Guy, Softy, Fluffy, and Crybaby. The last one thrown by some put off by his overly sensitive disposition as a whole.
Those nicknames don’t not have merit, especially with his love and passion for flowers. As a Florist, Dandy runs a local flower shop that is ideally attached to his large home as a storefront, naming it “Floral Fantasy”, and keeping many kinds of blooms within. He’ll paint his own vases, and make bouquets at your request, shipping many to those wanting a little more scented décor in their home or wanting to give a gift to a loved one. He sells and owns not just flowers, but succulents too, and will even give the kids wanting their first pet an Algae Ball that are “domesticated” by he himself. Dandy has a huge childhood obsession with the things that never went away, to the point he has a little terrarium in every room in the house for them, and is always happy to speak about the care and history of them. His favorite is “Posie”, a large one that is now as big as his own paw (Shown in ref) and has had since he was 7 years old. If you was to visit him, Dandy shows to be quite a kind and gentle figure, usually offering a cup of tea (be it hot or iced, he likes both), tending his garden of roses, or making pastries that will surely get dough stuck in your teeth. He doesn’t get angry a lot in the general sense, and doesn’t like to either. Instead you’re more likely to see him trying not to spring a leak in his eyes. He’s not generally an aggressive type, rather preferring to stay out of as much conflict as possible, and any large-scale protectiveness shown is usually towards his family.
Within his florist hobby is an interest in Botony as well, Dandy has a couple of projects that involve hybridization and he tends to study what works in crossbreeding and what doesn't. His shop tends to have some wider variations of color to it than you'd expect for normal flowers and whatnot of their typing due to that, but not without keeping a few of those hybrids of his own to jot notes of. So if you was to find a rare blue rose in the selection one day, or see someone in the same town owning one of their own, you can bet it came from him, and their rarity shows in price value.
At home however is where he really shines. The nurturing side of Dandy shows the best in his fostering of Grumplings and eggs that have been abandoned, and he had given away many to families wanting a child and are willing to give those lost a good home. Many that have came to his shop will usually see a grumpling (or two) or egg nestled in the pouch, or even in a baby sling alongside. He doesn’t carry them around ALL the time when he’s out and about, too dangerous, but in the safety of his shop and home? Expect a peep to be heard out of his pouch. Dandy is a single father managing many young ones, and has even taken a few in as his own official children, four of varying ages right now to be exact. Rosea, Mosie, Posmary, and Jamble are his world and he loves to have as much Father/Child time with them all as much as possible. Sometimes his oldest daughter, Rosea, he will ask to help out at the storefront, she’s more than excited to show you the newest succulent for sale. It’s not easy working two jobs by himself, but Dandy finds joy in both of them and managed to make it work, and he wouldn’t have it any other way...
Art/Dandy Summersong: Mine
Do not steal/crop/edit/etc. Do not tag as kin/me
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ill confess this is a lot even for me to do it... (the m.o.d tome features) (inportant read the desc at the end)
(Huge thanks for the mod Mowzie’s mobs for the ferror Worghtnaut i think thats how its spelled)
(seasons include winter,attum,summer and spring diferent events happen depending on the season)
(how i hate the fact my english is more shiter then horse shit... forgive me viewers ;w;) now lisen up this is the mod speaking and i just wana say that yeah... this book only the first chapter has like THOUSENS of things new... and ill be honest it would take SO FREAKING LONG to make it all so i added some of the things i wanted some of theses mobs werent even made by me but the mobs: apiary,warrior,mage,lotti,monsterhunter,mysteryus trader,king villager,megaboomer and Peak-a-boo. were made by me. so heres how it will be ill make a list of all of the new things that were added here cuz if i try to draw EVERYTHING dear god...it would take so freaking looooong ;-; so in this case if you must know the ref or the information about such thing as mob or feature you have 100% permission to dms me for the dethails im open and ill awser you when i have time besides this is the path im takeing. over 50+ mobs like cmon and 8 new bosses. (one last thing before the list some of theses mobs were also made so people could just do their charecters based on them. however lotti is sort of mine so dont copy him too much hes a boy i have been dreaming for the past 3years and I WANT HIM IN MINECRAFT PLEASE MOJANG) also some of theses features are entirely form mods well its the M.O.D tome what ya expect ?? for thoses ill still give info by using the mod the most ill describe is the one mobs made or based on smt but still made by me.
so heres the list and feel free to dms me for ref and new sutff:
Blocks: Ores: silver ore,thaleonite ore,ruby,topaz,saphire,lithium,titanium. decotrative: Mushy carpets,mosaic block (it has diferent colors), Cristal block,cristal glass,wallpaper empty blocks,drain block,chain block, stick block,hopper block and camuflage block. plants: Fosfirita flower,cotton flower,blue gaper,cornila flower,mountain moss.
Mobs!! (theses here are diferent ones from the first ones showed): illagers: Dynamite illarger,horse illarger, stealth illarger, tank illarger, villager: the painter,the quest maker and the floricultist. creepers:(along with a huge pack from the more creepers mod),burried creeper, missile creeper and the hollow creeper. animals: (EXTREMLY BIG thing from alex mobs NEVER UPSETS ME but no animals from the nether and the end are here from the mod) Quivster,beetle,ants,firelizard and viper, undead: dead warrior,dead chemistry exper,dead mage,dead archer. reinforced skeleton,golden skeleton,jungle skeleton, lost miner skeleton.
BOSSES!!!: the 3 brothers of acient magic, The dead king, scrapster, meteoriter, sky chaser, sea recker.
features: Heavy wind!,mega trees (aka trees made with 12 spalings together),sandstorms,snowstorms,pushing winds,heavy rain,color change of trees.
items: Bloat fruit,dynamite bar,silver,titanium,lithium,thaleonite= amors and tools., wardrober table,forge anvil,fish net, long bow, harpoon,copper tools,mushy balls,rubble,wallpaper,camuflage paint, automatic pusher,beetle meat,magma scales (and boots), poison glands, rusty axe,rusty sword,rusty shield,old wand,rusty bow, reinforced bones, golden bones, muddy bones, cracked bones. flying potion,blasting potion,firetouch potion,morph potion,quest paper,advence fishing rod,golden fish rod, angler trinkets, super sword, zaladios, blasting powder, super streagth potion,super insta heal potion, contrapack.
food: (cooking for block heads makes a aperence here for variouse things) icecream,pizza,spagtthie and shulker meal.
new gran quest: 4 elemental stones (foreshadow ;) )
Mod: i guess I GUESS this is everything im trying my best on remenber everything i planed im telling you I THINK A LOT! and if theres smt im missing here and there i juge myself a lot for forgeting but again ya guys can ask for info im open im sorry i dint draw everythign but look at that IT WOULD TAKE AN ETERNITY. anywayes thats all.
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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 25
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2005
It was the semi-finales for girl’s lacrosse. Miraculously, I was made captain as a freshman. Which meant, for some reason, people were offended and thought that I should be picked on more. Fact of the matter is that lacrosse is a game of strategy. Together; with the help of my teammates, we would play to win. Being captain wasn’t a choice, Finstock made me captain and the role was a big shoe to fill. But here we are, semi-finales.
As we made our way out to the play, I looked at the stands. Mom, Dad, Uncle Noah, Stiles, Scott on one end. Laura and Derek on the other side.
There were fifteen minutes left in the game, the score was tied. We needed to make one more goal to win and get to the finales. For this next play, I was face to face with the other team captain, waiting for the pearl to be thrown.
“You don’t deserve to be captain.” The girl glared, her eyes looked like they wanted to melt through my helmet and into my brain.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I worked my ass off for four years to be captain. What makes you so special?”
I blinked at her, a little confused as to where this hostility was coming from, “I’m just playing a game.”
“A real captain knows the lacrosse is more than a game.” She smirked, “When we win this, I’m getting a scholarship to So Cal, so why don’t you just do what freshman do best and lose.” On one hand I felt bad for her. She probably had parents that pushed and pushed for her to be the best. And I also felt bad because I knew we were gonna win.
The ref blew the whistle starting play. And everything was going according to plan. That was until I was passed the pearl. I ran with it, tossing it to another player. Meaning that it was completely unnecessary for me to be tackled and would be considered aggressive. But that didn’t stop the other captain from using her entire body to slam me into the ground. One minute I was standing and the next I had was on the ground. My chest felt tight, like I was straining to breathe. When I opened my eyes, I saw her face over mine, smirking down at me.
“HEY!” I heard Finstock’s booming voice, “Ref! Aren’t you gonna call that?!” No whistle, either the ref hadn’t seen it or he was allowing it. But Derek wasn’t allowing it. I heard multiple shouts and then watched the player who stood above me get shoved away, Derek replaced her. He knelt down, placing a hand on my shoulder.
“Derek, what are you doing?” I groaned.
“Can you get up?” He asked, trying to help me sit up. I hissed at the movement.
Derek turned back to the bench, “Get a medic!” And only then did the whistle blow. The girl had given plenty of excuses, but they still gave her team a three minute penalty that made them lose the game. Looks like I had been right.
I was taken to the hospital and diagnosed with a concussion but I would be fine just in time for the finales. The whole time in the waiting room, in the room itself, and even when we got home, Derek had been right beside me, holding my hand.
-
I had grown to hate hospitals and everything about them since the last time I had been to one I had been stabbed. The gowns with the open backs that were way too open to the public. That smell that was a cross between cleaner and the latex and rubber of gloves. The beds that were as hard as a rock and were covered in paper that would crinkle and make noise even if you weren't moving. That apprehensiveness that would build up in your stomach every time you heard footsteps coming down the hallway.
Thankfully, I didn't have to go through any of that. Since I was a pregnant werewolf, going to the hospital in Beacon Hills was a definite no-no, so the next best option is Dr. Deaton, a veterinarian and a makeshift supernatural doctor. Not to mention a full blown druid in this day and age. But from what I've learned in the past couple years, old magic was very much alive.
I was sitting on the metal table used for the animals, swinging my legs back and forth, waiting for Deaton to come back from getting my medical records emailed to him by Melissa. He could have gotten them himself, he just figured it would be less illegal if he got them from a nurse.
Thoughts were racing through my head for no rhyme or reason. Since I became a werewolf, every scar or scratch on my body had become only a memory. My stab wound, the acid burns on my legs, the cuts on my face from being tortured all those months ago which really felt more like a lifetime. It had been a different life, a life fabricated through magic and spells. A life that almost didn't feel like mine anymore.
"Sorry, for the wait, (Y/N)." Deaton walked into the room, his eyes scanning over the stack of papers in his hands.
"You're alright, Doc." I smiled, leaning back on my hands, "So how am I looking?"
“Very pregnant.”
"Nothing gets past you, huh?” I smirked. To be fair, I was approaching the three and a half month mark. Deaton smiled, taking my vitals and a vial of blood.
“So I’ve been made aware that Mr. Hale is the father.” He said, pressing a cotton ball to my skin after removing the needle, “How's that going?"
“About as well as you can imagine.”
“So not at all?” He asked. I nodded, shrugging my shoulders.
"Everything looks normal," He smiled as he wrote everything down on his clipboard, "Just need to get a look at the little guy." He looked up, "You said it was a boy, right?" He asked, moving over to get the sonographer that I’m sure had never been used on a human before.
“Unless the baby’s sprouting a third arm. That'd be cool." I smiled, “But yeah, that’s what the ultrasound tech in Scotland said.”
He chuckled and shook his head, "Alright, lay back and lift your shirt up." I laid back on the table, lifting my shirt up. The jelly he put on my stomach was cold and reminded me of the goo that had encased Jackson when he was a lizard person. He moved the sensor over my stomach and looked into the monitor. Ultrasounds were usually a little hard to see anyway, just like a fancy warschak paintings. And the fetus? Kinda like a funky jellybean.
“There we are.” He grinned, “Little werewolf.”
Craning my neck, I looked up at him, "You can tell he's a werewolf?"
"No.” He took the monitor off, handing me a paper towel so I could wipe off my stomach, “But odds are since his parents are both werewolves, it would make sense that the child would be also. However, you had the dormant gene, maybe your child will too." He turned off the sonographer.
“Have any names picked out?”
"I have a few... I liked Jacob, which Derek hated because it was too ‘Twilight’. Then there's one other but I don't know about it." The name that Derek loved more than anything for some reason, "Nicholas." And damn was it good.
"What about Nicholas Jacob? Just use both of them."
"Or I could name him after Stiles" I smirked to myself, "Mieczyslaw Nicholas.”
"Maybe that would be a little too much."
“Stiles is a little too much.” I smiled to myself
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"So Nicholas?" Sheriff looked at me from across the table, a cup of coffee in his hand. I hummed and nodded, sipping my hot cocoa.
"Nicholas?” He asked again.
"Mieczyslaw?" I raised my eyebrows at him.
He raised his eyebrows, "It was his mother's father's name."
“I remember Grandpa Mitch, trust me." I smiled, holding my mug in both hands, “I was thinking maybe Nicholas Noah.” I avoided looking in his eyes. Emotional talks were never really his strong suit, especially after Aunt Claudia. I wanted to honor him somehow.
He smiled, blinking a few times, “Sounds pretty good to me.” After a moment he asked: "What are you going to do now?"
I finished my drink and stood up to put it in the sink, "My plan, right now at least, is that I'm going to stay here to have the baby... Then...” I washed out the mug, “Then I'm not sure. I don't know if I want to go back to Scotland or stay here." He stood up as well and pulled me into his arms for a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around him, blinking my own tears away.
Uncle Noah stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head, "Whatever your decision, I'll be there for you. Whenever you need me. I'll always, always be there for you."
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My pajamas had taken a turn for the worst. No more t-shirts and shorts, it’s moo moos and nightgowns from now on. I pulled my night gown over my head, smoothing out the skirt. Did I look like I had raided a grandmother’s closet? Absolutely. I looked down at my stomach, rubbing my hand over my bump.
"Are you a little alien?" I smiled after a moment, listening deeply to his little heartbeat, “Nice.” I glanced over at my desk, then pulled back my blankets to get into bed. I stopped, my head snapping back towards the window where there were red eyes staring back at me.
Now, if this was two years ago I would be losing my mind over the fact that there were red eyes staring at me. But since I've gone through emotional Hell, I was feeling rather annoyed by some alpha that just thought they could mosey around my house, around my window, and around my goddamn personal space. I stalked over to the window and slammed it open.
"Listen, pal, you have about five seconds to get out my yard or I swear by all that is damnable, I will put you through so much pain that your great-grandchildren will be sore."
The eyes came closer, revealing a familiar crooked jaw, "Nice to see you too."
"You could have just come through the front door, ya know? If Stiles can make a spare key to your house, then he can make you one for his." Scott only looked at me seriously. It was like the kid from three months ago was gone and all there was left was a battle hardened man.
"Can I please come in?" I stepped away from the window, watching him crawl inside and stand up.
"I've been great, Scott, I've only been in Scotland for months, crying and wondering why none of my friends or family were contacting me. How have you been?" Was it petty? Absolutely, but the hormones were raging. Even if Derek told everyone to stop talking to me, what hold did he have over anyone when Scott was around?
"I'm sorry about that, I really am. But I came to-"
I cut him off, after finally connecting, "Who did you kill?"
“What?”
"To become an alpha, who did you take it from?"
"I didn't kill anyone!” He said in an exasperated voice, “Why does everyone ask that? Not killing people has been my thing since Peter bit me." He ran his hand through his shorter hair, it suit him.
It then dawned on me. The one thing that had little to no documentation of. Even the Lunar Circle had just the basics. It was the stuff of legend, a hear say. I didn't think it was possible.
"A true alpha." He stared at me for a second and blinked a couple times.
"You're a true alpha." I grinned, "Oh my god, Scott, this is unbelievable." I grabbed his shoulders and gave them a slight squeeze, "Tell me everything. I wanna know how it happened and what situation you were in. How were you feeling? Were you hurt? Was your body under so much stress that it just happened?”
Scott grabbed my hands and placed them by my sides, "(Y/N), maybe another time I came here for a reason."
"Oh, right, of course." Probably looking ridiculous, “What’s on your mind?”
"I really don't think it's safe for you here."
"Here we go agai-"
"Will you just listen to me before you start whining?" He growled. That certainly shut me up. I raised my eyebrows at him, but I guess I should hear him out. I motioned for him to continue.
"I'm not so much worried about you.” He said, “I know you can take care of yourself. I'm worried about..." He paused, "Uh..."
“Nicholas.”
"Yeah, I'm worried about Nicholas." He sat in my computer chair and leaned forward, "The pack we're facing don't care who they kill or why, all they want is to hurt us. You're my friend, (Y/N). I don't want anything to happen to you. And I don't want anything to happen to your kid. Please." He rolled forward and took my hands in his, "Please, go back to Scotland. I promise you, you won't be in the dark. You don't deserve to be left out. I'll call myself, and if not me, Stiles will. It's not safe for you.” I looked down, gnawing on my lip. Scott was right, he was completely right. It wasn't safe. I couldn't be a tough alpha when I had so much to live for. Keeping this kid safe is my top priority. As much as I wanted to stay home, it wasn’t safe.
"You'll tell me when it's safe to come back?"
"You have my word."
I sighed, looking up at him with a half-smile, "I may be stubborn as hell, but that doesn't mean I can't admit when someone's right. And you're right, Scott. I'll go."
He closed his eyes, like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He dropped my hands and rolled back, "I'm so glad you agreed with my first speech, if you hadn't I would have been improvising for my life." He chuckled.
Shaking my head, I grinned at him, “It’s good to see you again.”
“It’s good to see you too.”
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"So you're going back?" Uncle Noah looked over his coffee with tired eyes, spying my luggage that had only been unpacked for two days. It was a new day and another plane ride.
"It's not safe for me. It's not safe for any of you." I rested my head on his shoulder, "But I know that will never stop you from helping the ones you care about."
A small smile pulled at his lips, "You're way too good at reading me."
"Well, I've only known you my whole life."
He set down his coffee and hugged me tight, like this was the last time he would see me. I know he was worried about me and Stiles, it was in his nature. This was the best option for me. As much as I wanted to stay and fight. I couldn't fight if my child was kidnapped and hell knows what would happen to him.
Giving him one last squeeze, I pulled away, the honking outside meant that Stiles had pulled in and was ready to drop me off at the airport.
"I'll call you when I land. Or text you. Depends on the time." I kissed his cheek, "Bye Uncle Noah."
“Goodbye, sweetheart. Stay safe." I kissed his cheek. My head held high, I grabbed my bag and my rolling luggage and went out the door. Stiles grabbed my bags, opening the back of Roscoe to throw my luggage in. That was until a familiar black Camero pulled into the driveway, blocking Stiles in.
"God. Dammit." I muttered to myself. My life was just going swell, wasn't it? I looked down at my stomach and sighed. I felt the burn of acid reflux in my throat, my child showing obvious discomfort as well. Me too, little man. Me too.
There was no way around it, I couldn’t leave without talking with him. Not that I should have to begin with. I sucked.
Derek got out of the car, coming around quickly and standing in front of me.
“Derek, I don’t think you should be here.” Stiles stepped forward. Very sweet, but realistically Stiles wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing against Derek. They stared each other down, the air just filled with masculinity.
“Stiles...” I said, grabbing my bags, “If he wants to take me to the airport, let him.”
Stiles eyes widened, “You’re really giving him the time of day? Really?”
Sighing, I pulled Stiles into my arms and hugged him tightly. He hesitated, but hugged me back.
“I know that this seems like a bad idea, and most of my ideas are bad, but I got this. Trust me.” I smiled and kissed his cheek, “I love you.” He pulled away, looking between Derek and I.
“I love you too. Scott and I will let you know when it’s safe to come back.”
“You better.” I turned back to Derek, trying to keep up the attitude I had to keep Stiles at ease. I held out my bags. He took them without a word and we both started the trip to the airport. It was hard to get a read on him at the moment. He emotions were dull, nothing that stood out. He still looked as tense as ever. His brows were knitted together and his piercing green eyes looked hard.
“So...” He said after a while, “What are you going to do about...” He trailed off.
“Him?” I looked down at my stomach, “I’m just preparing and getting ready for him. I picked a name too. Nicholas.”
A small smile pulled at his lips, but he hid it, “Hmm.”
“Derek....” Now or never, “I just need to know why?”
He inhaled deeply, “I wish I could tell you. I don’t even remember it happening. Like I was under a spell and I couldn’t break out of it.” So he had experienced what I had when I was under Matt’s control. In this situation, in Beacon Hills, there was no reason not to believe him. His heart told me it was true.
“I’m sorry that I hit you.”
“I don’t blame you.” He glanced over at me, “If I felt the same thing you did, I would probably lose control too.”
“I’m tired of people taking advantage of you. If I see that bitch-” I hadn’t realized that my eyes had turned red.
“(Y/N)...” He reached over his right hand, placing it on my knee, “Calm down.” I took a deep breath and leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes. Just the simplest touch could calm me down and it was something that I missed.
“Nicholas, huh? I like it.”
Happiness welled up in my chest, “I sure hope so since you picked it.”
“I didn’t think you liked it.”
I sat back up and opened my eyes, “What are you talking about? I’ve always liked that name.”
“Riiiiight.”
By the time the conversation ended, we were at the airport. I reached for the handle to open the door when he reached over to stop me.
“I let you leave alone last time, I’m walking you in."
We got inside and checked in, the only thing left was for me to board. Maybe it was a good thing that he didn't take me to the airport last time, because now that he was here, I didn't want to leave him.
"How selfish would it be for me to ask you to drop your life here and come with me?" I leaned on his arm.
"Very. Trust me, the thought crossed my mind. I'm needed here. I have to be here for Cora."
I smiled slightly, "We're gonna get through this. Soon we'll be together again and we can have that big happy family that you deserve. That we deserve."
Derek sighed, resting his head on top of mine, "Is it cliche to hope that this all ends tomorrow?"
My smile faltered, "Don't believe in miracles, Derek."
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pairing - JJ Maybank x Athlete!Reader
summary- JJ Maybank gets his shit rocked by the captain of the school volleyball team
word count- 2,365 (i got so carried away, oh my goodness)
warning(s)- swearing, uhh JJ gets hurt but he’s fine, volleyball lingo (if you don’t understand, i’m happy to translate lol) this wasn’t proof read so, have fun if theres any typos.
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“It’s volleyball week, class. Experienced played on the left court, beginning players of the right court. Over on the left, we’re playing normal sets to twenty-five, no serve cap. On the right, normal set to twenty-five, serve cap is 3. Have fun!” Mr. Perkins said and let everyone lose. Volleyball week was your favorite because you got to do something you actually liked during gym class.
You and a few of the other varsity girls made your way to the court and made a quick game plan with the other three players you’d gotten on your team. From your middle position, you see JJ Maybank from across the net. You had no idea that he even knew what volleyball was, seeing as the only thing he ever did was surf and smoke weed.
“You ready to get your shit rocked, Maybank?” You smirked, waiting for the serve. His eyes scanned up and down your body before meeting your eyes with an equal smirk.
“Bring it on captain!” JJ didn’t know much about volleyball, but he was determined to stay on the court for as long as he could before Perkins booted him over to the other court. He wanted to be close to you, try to impress you. This was the best way he knew how to do that right now.
The ball was served to the setters corner, a pass, set, and a hit made. Your teammate, who was a libero on your actual team, made a dig to your setter and you released to make your approach calling a 1, which is a quick/low set right above the tape, and realized that JJ stood flat footed- not even attempting to block you. The boy watched as the ball connected with your hand and ducked, thinking that it was headed straight for his face.
The ball dropped right on the 10-foot line and your team cheered for you, as you had won the first point. JJ watched in a daze as you smiled and laughing, taking the compliments your team was showering you in.
“JJ! Block her next time!” Someone said from behind him and he nodded aimlessly, doing his best to focus and try to play. The set went back and forth a few times before you went back to serve. You had begun to catch on to the fact that JJ had absolutely no idea what he was doing, so you intentionally served him, knowing it would get you a point.
The ball spun in your hand once, and you placed a hand on top lightly before drawing your arm back and tossing the ball,swinging through right at JJ. The ball coasted perfectly above the net, floating right to him, but it ended up hitting him in the face.
“Oh shit!” You gasped, running across the floor to where he now laid on the floor.
“You ok Maybank?” JJ laid there quietly, trying to grasp on to what just happened. Of course, he's the one that gets clocked by a serve. And of course it was y/n’s. Just his freaking luck. Opening his throbbing eye, he saw you staring down at him, close enough he could feel your breath fanning across his face.
“JJ, come on, I didn’t hit you that hard!” You said, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. You felt him lean into your touch as his eyes fluttered.
“Y/n, I’m gonna have you walk him to the nurse, ok? I wanna make sure he doesn’t have a concussion.” Perkins said and you nodded, latching onto his hand to help him stand up. He was a little unstable so you wrapped his arm around your shoulder, while yours held securely onto his waist.
“You know, when you asked me if I was ready to get my shit rocked, I didn’t know you meant literally!” He groaned. A giggled escaped your lips and you looked at him, almost like you were seeing him for the first time. His face looked different up close, he looked a little less tough. He looked softer.
“”Well, maybe you shouldn’t have let your guard down,” You shrugged, smirked in his direction.
“Oh, so that’s how it is, ok.” He scoffed and you laughed again, tightening your grip on him. A beat of silence passed between the two of you before the boy spoke again.
“Can I be honest with you?” He asked and you nodded, perking your ars at what he was going to say. You were very aware of how close you were to him, as his body heat was beginning to make you sweat. You passed by a few people who were in the hallway, avoiding going back to class.
“I have no idea how to play volleyball…” He finally admitted and you stopped in your tracks, feeling laughter bubble in your chest.
“Ya think I didn’t notice that?” You laughed out, and the redness on his cheeks darkened.
“Why were you on that court if you don’t know how to play? There's nothing wrong with being on the beginners court!” He shifted, taking his arm off of your shoulder and leaning against the wall. Suddenly, he was more interested in the floor and playing with the hem of his shirt than he was looking at you and you felt the weight shift between your feet, your eyebrows raising at him.
“Because… I wanted to impress you…” He trailed off. Your cheeks began to heat up at his confession. Truthfully, you didn’t think JJ, or anyone, thought about you that way. You’d never really been a main character like JJ, or any of his friends.
“Why?” You asked, grabbing him from off the wall so you could continue your journey to the nurse’s office. This time, he held onto you a little tighter than he had before, he realized you did the same.
“Because you’re freaking y/n y/l/n! You’re the captain of the volleyball team, voted most likely to play in the Olympics before you turn 25! You’re, like, awesome! And, I didn’t know how else to get your attention. So here I am, with a possible concussion.”
“I’m not worth getting a concussion over JJ, why didn’t you just ask me out ;like any normal person would?” Your boldness surprised you, but you figured that it couldn’t really hurt at this point.
“Cause, John B said that would be lame…” He muttered.
“Well, I guess you’ve learned to not always listen to John B,” He nodded and looked over at you.
“How about we go out tonight then? Catch the sunset, have a picnic?” He asked, causing your smile to grow wider.
“As lovely as that sounds, I have a game tonight… but I’d like it if you were there.” He nodded, looking around before looking back at you.
“What’s your jersey number?” He asked. You had come upon the door to the office and you slowly opened it before answering him.
“13.” You said and sent him in, walking in after him.
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JV had just finished, meaning you and the girls were out on the court warming up and getting ready for your game. Galway Girl by Ed Sheeran blared throughout the gym, hyping the team up.
The whistle blew and you looked over to the ref, holding up a C. That’s your cue.
You won serve and thanked the ref before departing back to your team, who had gathered around the bench, waiting for coach to give the line up. You’re starting, obviously, so you gave your speech and made your way onto the court, quickly scanning the crowds to see if JJ was there.
You didn’t see him right away, but he was there with his friends, wearing your number painted on an old t-shirt he didn’t wear often enough to care about, with your name above it.
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It was down to the wire now, 11-13 in the fifth set. JJ had no clue what was going on but he knew that every time you hit the ball and got a point, he screamed the loudest of everyone in the gym. You still hadn’t seen him as you were focused on the game, the cheers just sounding like white noise filling the void.
“Bro, you’re over here yelling like she’s already your girlfriend! Step it up!” John B said and that kicked him into gear, making the rest of the pogues laugh at his willingness to act like an idiot. You went back to serve and his mind raced back to his trip to the nurses office earlier in the day. He silently hoped you would do the same to one of the girls on the other team. He’d learned that when you hit someone in the face on a kill, it's called a six pack. He liked that name, for obvious reasons.
JJ silently hoped for you to six pack someone all night concluding that it would be really sexy.
“Come on y/n, ace these bitches!” He yelled and that caught your attention. You looked over and saw him, standing amongst the crowd with a proud smile plastered on his face. You took another deep breath, after sending him a quick smile, and refocused yourself on the task at hand. You needed to keep the serve if you wanted to get to the end of this game without a fight.
You served the ball exactly how you had earlier in gym class, and watched as it floated over the tape, dropping right in front of the left back passer. Your team cheered you on as you came into the middle of the court. The ball was passed back to you, and you went back to do your routine all over again, choosing the same person to serve to, knowing it would psych them out.
The passed the ball high and to the middle, making it easy for the setter to get there and make a play. Sucks for them though, cause your offense read it, and easily went up for the block, the ball going straight down to the ground.
13-13. Two more and you win. You breath a little deeper now, looking over to your coach who is holding on a 5, indicating where you needed to serve. Deep right back corner. JJ watched as the ball spun in your hand, watched as it floated over the net, and watched as the players made their moves. The last hit was made, coming over the net quickly. Left back took the pass and you called ‘Pipe”, a back row middle hit.
The ball landed in the net, ending your streak. The score was 14-13 now, and in a set that only went to 15, it meant you had to bust your ass to get the ball back. Typically, a libero or defensive specialist would rotate in for you right now, but you had been working on your back row skills so coach opted to keep you in. The ball was served to your right, the setters corner. The pass was made, a set to the outside, and a kill, bringing you back to 14-14. You had to win by two.
The play was a blur, all you knew was you won that point, and before you knew it, it was game point again.
The feeling that washed over you when the crowd erupted in cheers as you won the game was one you would never get used to. Euphoria, a high that would never get old. One you couldn’t build a tolerance to.
The team rushed onto the court, dogpiling in the middle as the crowd started to shuffle out. When you made it out there was still a group of people standing around in the gym, waiting to talk to different payers.
A small crowd of four people stuck out to you, one in particular catching your eye. You ran over to him and he smiled, catching you in his arms and spinning you around as you laughed into his shoulder.
“You came!” He laughed at our surprise and nodded.
“Did you really think I’d miss it?” He asked and you shrugged, still wrapped up in his arms.
“I didn’t see you, so I wasn’t sure.”
John B, Pope, and Kie all looked at the two of you in amazement. They had never seen JJ like this with anyone before. The group watched JJ swoon over you and hype you up about winning all the way out to your car.
“Hey JJ, we’re gonna head out. You comin’?” Pope asked him.
“I could give you a ride if you want?” You offered and he looked back between you all, opting to spend as much time with you as he could. The car ride was filled with laughter about how amazed JJ was that you could jump as high as you did and hit the ball as hard as you were capable of. It was funny to see him so enamoured by something that seemed so mundane to you at this point.
Pulling up to the chateau, you both got out and stood at the front of the car, neither of you wanting to part ways.
“So, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 8?” He asked and you nodded. He began walking into the house, but stopped when you called out to him.
“You’re not even gonna kiss me goodnight?” He turned around to see the smirk on your face and dropped everything to run back to you, scooping you up in his arms and attaching his lips to yours in a deep kiss.
You felt a fire ignite across your whole body as you shared this moment with him. You shared a kiss filled with passion, desire, and emotions you couldn’t yet name.
“Night, Captain…” He whispered in your ear, leaving you with nothing but goosebumps and shivers down your spine.
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hehe, this was really fun to write.
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so what would the pre-assemby backstories of the interns be
djsjdj i also assume you mean in psychoswap. now, i was gonna save this for when i posted their refs, but since thats taking a hot second, i think ill just answer it here.
Norma had always really leaned into the "good twin bad twin" trope, especially as a little kid. Everyone thought she was the "good" twin, which usually let her get away with the tricks she would pull. As she got older, she got more curious about what exactly her psychic powers were and how they worked. So she became a researcher! She was a small team of one, which she was happy with. But only at first. After finding Green Needle Gulch and its large deposit of psitanium, she decided maybe she could use some help. And who better to ask first but her sister, Lizzie Natividad.
Lizzie was an artist. She didn't really care about the whole "good twin bad twin" Norma wad fixated on for awhile, which usually ended up with people thinking she was the bad twin. Especially after her style became more "alternative." But as I mentioned before, she was an artist. Painting, drawing, but especially sculpting. Her art pieces never had deeper meanings though. Instead, it was just "i dunno. i thought it would look cool." And it did look cool! When she got a letter from her sister asking her to join, she said why not? So now they were a team of two. Until Lizzie reached out and found Razputin Aquato.
Raz had recently come to the US from Grulovia. He was part of a circus with his four siblings, but had ran away. He wanted to do more with his life, and he especially didn't want to stay when there was a war happening. Lizzie found him first and noticed he was skilled with hydrokinesis! And Lizzie was getting tired of how slow the process of mining psitanium was, so recruited him to help. Raz and Norma didn't hit it off at first, fire and water don't really mix after all. But eventually they did become friends.
Next was Adam. After his mom died, he lived with just his dad for awhile. After growing up, he became a traveler, having been all around the world to record its history and things like that. Then he heard about this little group of researches in the woods, and decided to check it out. Which then led to him joining their team! He did kinda barge in unannounced, but they liked him enough for him to be a part of the group. He and Lizzie became close friends quickly.
After Adam was Gisu. Honestly she probably invented the skateboard. But after the wheels broke off mid-skating, she discovered her psychic powers when lev balls appeared underneath instead. So as she grew up, she combined her psychic powers with her love of inventing and skateboarding! She had made a name for herself because of her inventions. She had even sold a few of them. But unfortunately. One day there was a really bad malfunction with one which caused a ton of property damage and maybe even a few deaths, so she got sent to jail. That's when Norma found her, and decided to recruit her.
Sam could best be described as a weird horse girl. But one who could actually talk to the horses. Her parents thought it was a phase she would grow out of, but she never did grow out of the "talking to the horses" part. Which then expanded to talking to all of the animals. Sam could always get even the most temperamental horse to listen to her. Her favorite thing to do was to make little movies with all of the animals. Which she was probably forcing them to be in, on purpose or not. Somehow, Adam heard about her, and was able to recruit her as well.
Morris loved music, and he loved radio shows. So when he was ten years old, he decided he was going to grow up and make a radio show himself! And that he did! His radio show became very popular, which was how Adam heard about him. After some letters back and forth, Morris moved to the Gulch and joined the team that was now seven.
This is just the basics. I may come up with more ideas but I'll have to decide on what their family and other things were like too. I'm always up for ideas from others too!
#thanks for aending in asks about this btw im having a terrible christmas. but these are fun to answer#*sending#i have no idea where i got sam being a horse girl from but i find it funny so im keeping it#compton can have a theme of goats. sam gets horses#psychoswap tag#you're it! [ask tag]
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