#the triple a battery is real and he is here!

[prophecyoflunarflame]

Tadaaaaa

I also have the aroace but im grimms colors

Aaaaand the combination

-jester (courtjesterrr) :3

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH DOWNLOADING ALL OF THESE IMMEDIATELY THANN YOU NAHFVEBFBFNF

[rayshippouuchiha]

I have a JJK x Naruto Crossover I think you'd like

So it's in the Naruto world, but curses and cursed energy exist as a separate thing from chakra. Jujutsu schools are scattered across the Nations, working together to keep the curses from destroying the world.

Shinobi and sorcerers really do not like each other. The shinobi hate how uncertain they are of the sorcerers loyalty as sorcerers consider themselves to be loyal to each other rather than any of the countries they are in. They often refuse to let sorcerers into the villages. The only reason they haven't all been killed is because although chackra can't kill a curse they can see them and seal them like bijuu. Sorcerers hate shinobi because while they're sacrificing their lives to protect the world the shinobi are actively creating more curses with their warfare and preventing the sorcerers from killing the curses in the villages. Also shinobi sometimes use sealed curses as weapons, which is stupid and bad.

Sidenote real fast, Hoshigaki Kisame isn't part of the Akatsuki here because Gojo was like, "hmm. I need a teacher to teach my students shinobi things so they don't get assassinated. I think this weird shark guy would be great!" So Kisame is living his best life getting to be a nice, loyal guy and is one of the only shinobi that sorcerers tolerate.

The main plot of this AU is related to the bijuu. You know how in Naruto the bijuu have the ability to sense malice and sometimes go out of their way to kill evil humans? Well in this AU what they are actually sensing is cursed energy and their job is to disperse large build ups of cursed energy to keep the formation of cursed spirits down. They are deeply venerated and respected by sorcerers for this. So guess who was absolutely furious when the shinobi started sealing them?

The only reason the sorcerers haven't gone to war over the whole thing is because without the bijuu, they're being stretched thinner and thinner as they try to keep the cursed spirit population down. Death rates among sorcerers have easily doubled or tripled, as, even if there's still very few special grades, there's just so many of the weaker ones.

This whole thing makes Geto even worse than in canon.

So in the midst of all this tension, Team Seven runs into Gojo's first year students on some kind of mission involving missing nin creating curses on purpose. Between Naruto's naruto-ness and Itadori's friendliness, they actually manage to work together and are a little friendly by the end of it.

And then it somehow comes out that Naruto is the ninetales jinchuuriki and the jjk kids lose their shit. Even Sukuna's upset, he just found out about the whole thing and his belief in humanity somehow dropped further into the negatives than it already was.

Like, they are genuinely ready to kill Naruto over this, and team seven is so confused because they were friendly a second ago, and then both their teachers show up and everything gets worse.

And the thing is, most shinobi don't know about the bujuu-sorcerer connection. The general run of the mill shinobi barely knows anything about sorcerers, and team seven actually learned more than their teachers ever told them on this mission. And it would be so confusing and stressful for them to realize that the monster that they all fear is a respected colleague to these people, and the bijuus loss is genuinely killing the sorcerers.

Just the idea that the monster sealed inside of him isn't a monster, that it was sealed wrongfully, would break Naruto a little bit.

I don't know where this would end up going. Having Kenjaku and Madara/Obito pulling shit at the same time would be a nightmare. I just really like the idea of sorcerers and shinobi having to deal with each other, and of the ninja having to think about the fact that sealing a living being and using them as a battery and weapon for a century is really fucked up, and it's no wonder they try to kill you every time they get out.

This is absolutely delightful and I need 100k of it stat

[chrisrin]

hi guys, meet the power couple <3<

more info about them under read more:

dazmik (he/him, cis, bi) is a maid of rage! here's some fun bulletpoints i made when conceptualizing him:

nerd, but in a normie way. plays troll valorant.

sport-y, but in a way that he only ever does cardio. Thin and lean.

fairly powerful psionics, mostly uses it to power his gear. Uses the term "battery" for himself as a 'fuck you' to the empire/reclaiming it.

has some moderate anger issues. Pops the fuck off at people and holds a grudge like a bitch.

gets deeply infuriated by injustices and corruption in the world, desiring nothing more than to tear the system down but without any real vision of what to replace it with. (RAAAGE PLAYER HEART EYES)

"bro you haven't heard of (insanely niche indie rock band with 2k views on youtube)??? cmon bro you gotta expand your tastes more lemme send you the blotchify link"

always listening to music, ALWAYS. you can hear it through his headphones. always the most whack shit, never the same genre.

would have a messy car and not be apologetic about it.

his typing quirk is supposed to be a play on the whole "battery" thing, using double AA's to replace his a's and uses AAA when he's yelling or REAAALLY FUCKING AAANGRY!!! + also uses either double or triple sentence enders depending on that.

scorva (she/her, transfem, pan) is a thief of mind! here's her bullepoints:

practices tarot & troll wicca. believes karma manifests itself in real ways, rule of three, etc.

avid writer (mostly smut)

excellent cello player, mostly plays classical music. knows musical theory fairly in-depth, but not a casual enjoyer of music otherwise, would rather spend her time listening to a podcast or audiobook.

kind of a bitch in a "serving cunt" way, has a mean streak.

has probably planned out three different ways to hide your body.

will refer to irl things with fanfiction tropes.

on the occasion that she does exercise, it's mostly weightlifting or strength training (but hates doing it).

paints her nails often, they reflect her mood.

has an immense amount of knowledge about very niche topics, but cannot do long division.

true crime enjoyer (derogatory).

her typing quirk is that while she writes with proper grammar, she will answer everything with 3x longer of wordcount than a normal person because of her use of filler words or excess synonyms that you might find with new/novice writers (me, i'm talking about myself i'm calling myself out). also she uses -this- for emphasis.

[midnight-pluto]

PRIDE — genshin impact

various!genshin characters who I believe are queer and my headcanons for the them!

char: ayaka, lisa, kaveh, neuvilette, wanderer/scaramouche, zhongli

a/n: pls keep in mind that my headcanons for these characters may not always translate to my fics as they are for everybody and i try to stick to the canon as much as possible

AYAKA

bi-curious with she/they/it pronouns

she definitely gets flustered around specifically pretty women shopkeepers and does her best to compliment them in anyway without stuttering

although she isn’t still quite sure if she likes boys in that kind of way; they had a crush on thoma for a couple of months when he first became the kamisato’s retainer

shocked the public when appearing on a float during inazumas pride parade, and it took a lot of convincing from both her brother and thoma that it would be perfectly fine for her to appear in the festival

u cannot tell me that the two lesbians running the city wouldn’t throw a pride fest U CANT

KAVEH

gay; any pronouns

…do i really have to elaborate?

well, he was a closeted gay for most of his life until his later years at the akademiya so that was something he went through

didn’t have his first kiss until he was in his 20’s too but i don’t really think that matters

LISA

pansexual who goes by she/her pronouns!

she never necessarily “found out” she liked everyone she just kinda knew and assumed it was the same for everybody else

but soon came to the realization that it was not the case by leisurely making a comment how she found everyone attractive in their own way at the akademiya

also found out that the akademiya wasn’t necessarily discriminatory, just haters of everything remotely romantic

was jean’s first kiss

NEUVILETTE

ASEXUAL KING AND HE/THEY PRONOUNS

i’m sorry i feel so strongly about this

am i projecting because im also ace? maybe

might be in the greysexual area or demisexual but they haven’t dug to deep into that yet as he still has other things to do for fontaine before themselves </3

WANDERER/SCARAMOUCHE

triple A battery over here: asexual, aromantic, agender and any pronouns (so maybe quadruple A then?)

wanderer is a puppet who can feel human emotion, but i don’t believe they have that kind of desire of romantic affection — yes he had the desire to be a god, but that was because that was his original purpose. not because of human greed for more

back to the puppet thing, puppets don’t have organs. so quite literally, scara has no gender

god i can write an essay about him

ZHONGLI

gender-fluid, demiromantic and omnisexual with he/they pronouns

i think there was something about him taking the form of an old lady back in the archon quest? but i could just be remembering wrong and my gender-fluid headcanon could have no real basis 😭

but yea, he’s lived a long life so it’s most definitely going to take a while for him to fall in love with anybody

a/n: this has been in my drafts since — i kid u not, — november.

i am not joking.

[kylejsugarman]

christmas at the compound…..what would jesus do if he was stuck in his tomb on the anniversary of his birth? if he had to stay nailed to his cross while watching the world rejoice in his name, his pain?? the neo nazis joyfully reaping the benefits of jesse’s work, drinking the wine that is his blood and the bread that is his flesh. jesse lays in the cold darkness, only aware that it’s christmas because of the rush to get product made and out before the end of the year, looking up through the grate. somewhere in the back of his head is the buttery gold glow of old christmas, memories that feel like commercials that feel like tv specials and triple A batteries and telling jake not to listen to the kids at school who said santa wasn’t real. he thinks about mike having a christmas drawing from kaylee in his glove compartment, andrea setting aside money to get brock something for christmas. he wonders what they all got for christmas today, jake and kaylee and brock. he drifts in and out, mentally shopping for them until finally the cheers and jeers from the main building sound like excited squeals and shouts from kids opening presents. it’s dark and cold and hungry and lonely down here, but for a second, he can see that star. he can hear the trumpets.

[raventhewolf9]

About Me and stuff!

(please read all of this before interacting)

If you came here from @therealsimontally, That is in fact me! Yeah that's the blog I made accidentally and it's now my primary blog and I can't fix it oops

Hi! You can call me Simon, Rowynn, or Sydney (Raven works too). I'm not fantastic at doing about me things, but I will try my best!

I'm agender and use any pronouns, but I prefer it/him/they. I'm asexual (apothisexual, to be more specific) and panromantic.

Nonhuman (shapeshifting feline; werecat) (more information: https://www.tumblr.com/raventhewolf9/765704724851884032/a-list-of-all-my-nonhuman-identities)

Sydney Sargent fictionkin (doubles and sourcemates feel free to interact but please read the post linked above before interacting)

Pet regressor (DO NOT SEXUALIZE THIS /srs)

Triple-A battery (Anxious, Autistic, ADHD)

Possibly depressed (not professionally diagnosed)

My interests include Will Wood, Tally Hall (and their side projects), Camp Here and There (no spoilers!!), Gravity Falls, The Owl House, Amphibia, and a bunch of other stuff that I'm not going to list because it's like!! a lot!!

I enjoy listening to music, drawing, reading, writing, watching TV, cooking, playing with my cats, doing quadrobics, making masks, making dragon puppets, and just doing crafts in general.

I mainly just reblog stuff, but I'll post my own thoughts here occasionally.

Boundaries

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I'm socially anxious and rather paranoid of people I don't know, sorry about that ^^" Feel free to interact (as long as you don't fit any of my DNI criteria, of course) but keep in mind that I may be cautious of you at first if I don't already know you.

If I see a blog I think is cool, I'll often spend a while scrolling through it and liking posts. So if you get a ton of likes from me all at once, that's probably why-- Sorry if it comes off as weird or anything, it's just a thing I do ^^"

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(note that I only started using these tags recently, older posts will not have them) (also, since these are pretty new, I may forget to use them sometimes)

List of Blogs

If a blog claims to belong to me but is not on this list, assume it is not me! But feel free to ask anyway, because it's possible that it actually is me and I just forgot to put it on this list.

@raventhewolf9 -- You're here! @therealsimontally -- I don't use this blog, but it's the first one I made, and now it's my primary blog and I can't change that. Oops. @willowclan-clangen -- A ClanGen thing I'm working on with my stepbrother, currently a WIP @is-that-a-will-wood-reference -- Inspired by rat detector, a silly little gimmick blog I made. @tallyalerts -- Group blog owned by @.velveteenbxnny, dedicated to keeping the Tally Hall community (and Tumblr in general) safe and spreading important TH-related news as well

[jflashandclash]

Tales From Mouth Othrys

Axel: Into the Lion’s Maw III

A thunderous crack startled Axel out of sleep. At first, he thought Hecate had darkened the Mist into onyx.

His memory kicked in: black marble walls. Jack had moved Pax and Axel to their own room in Mount Tamalpais. Jack attempted separate rooms, but, of course, Pax ended up in Axel’s room within twenty minutes of being split, fifteen more minutes than the Sabotage unit had bet on, leaving Prometheus with a score of 7 to 1 on prediction.[1]

Mementos from the dead scattered and clanged all over their carpet. Axel had left all other decorating to Pax. That was why Praetor Julian’s medallions, a centurion’s unicorn necklace, and other items clattered onto a pink shag carpet with paint splotches. Axel hoped they were paint splotches. Pax had, allegedly, found the carpet dumpster-diving with Matthias.

Panic hadn’t set in yet. Axel sat up, clutching something to his chest: the Triple A Chimera helm. A hiss erupted from the top of the plumes, something far too weak to be the helm’s gravely tones.

Honey, the weasel, appeared quite distressed by the movement, hissing and squirming to find comfort.

Above Axel, he could see Pax peering over his bunk, his amber eye glistening in their room’s night light. Matthias had installed it at the same time he installed Pax’s bunk. Axel had replaced the original cover: a British aristocrat’s glowing ass, the monocled and top-hatted man peering over his shoulder while mooning them. Now, it was a winking dryad. Still inappropriate but a massive improvement.

“Baller is upset,” Pax said, his voice trembling, “Was that an earthquake? Like, did Poseidon just take a massive shit? Imagine if that is what took out the titans—”

“Axel! Pax! My boys!”

Their door flew open.

The scene was a flashback overlapped into real time. Jack stood in his pink, monogrammed PJs, the back of a toilet seat raised like a baseball bat to attack potential intruders. The only difference from the first time was that the walls and toilet seat were black. Prometheus often quipped that Kronos might have an aneurism if their new camp didn’t have the right SS aesthetic.

“You’re okay!” Jack exhaled, lowering the lid with a thunk. The effort had made his arms shake. “The room next door collapsed. I thought—”

“You were going to dig us out where a toilet cover?” Pax asked, voice quivering.

“Yes, next best thing to a shovel—”

“Jack,” Flynn’s snap quieted Jack. He took a step back.

The Leader of Assault and Battery was mid-tugging a shirt over her chest as she came into view. Axel averted his gaze. “Luke is hurt,” she said. There was a faint jingling noise, signaling that she must have been wrapping her bun. She’d taken to wearing the goofy hair trinkets Pax made for her. “Ajax with me. We’re mobilizing to dig Luke out. Axel, with Kampe. She’s decided she’s leading the charge to camp Half-Blood while Kronos is occupied under rumble.”

Axel’s gaze shot up. “She’s what?” Her command was already taking effect. Axel sat up fully, careful to assure the helm and weasel stayed safe against his chest.

“She thinks they might be able to beat Percy Jackson back to his camp—”

“He was here?!” Pax yelped. He, too, appeared under Flynn’s command. He scurried down from the top bunk, only pausing to collect Honey from Axel’s helm. She squeaked indignantly. Axel appreciated it: a battlefield was no place for a newborn Mistform, no matter how fierce.

Flynn glowered. She liked to be interrupted (especially by children) as much as the soldiers of Mount Othrys liked doing Monster Laundry Duty.

Fortunately, Jack had no such reservations. He picked up one of their newly minted Orpheus Metal shirts from the ground and slipped it over Pax’s head. As if he were five years younger, Pax obediently lifted his arms to make it easier. Jack’s motion was frantic, and Axel had to wonder if Luke could get hurt after receiving the Curse of Achilles. “Well, kiddo, unless some other demigod’s parent has earned the title of ‘Earthshaker,’ then that’s our perpetrator—”

Someone’s words overtook Jack’s. It was Luke’s voice, but not. A second voice reverberated under the first, the same way Kouta, Axel’s older brother, made announcements for the circus, but maybe if Kouta was hyped up on some demonic energy drink. It was a two-toned cacophony, rusty and vile. As it roared, the building shook again, a hateful scream of, “Percy Jackson! After them—after them—”

Everyone froze. Even Flynn’s hold on the boys snapped.

Before, when Luke and Axel used to meditate together or when Luke had convinced Jack to allow Axel to join them at the Horizontal Monster Mash, Luke had described that voice. Between Luke’s gulps of beers, the color would drain from his face and his eyes would go hazy. He recalled the sublime and awful tauntings that haunted his nightmares, that would seep into his waking hours to remind him he was useless, merely a vessel, a stuffed animal disemboweled of its stuffing. (That last one, Axel knew, would upset Pax immensely.)[2]

That voice made Luke feel small, the way Axel’s father’s voice had for him. He didn’t need to ask why Luke followed its orders. It was impossible to resist when it was in your head all day.

Now it was Luke.

Axel couldn’t help but think of Pax, pitching their cause to new demigods: Have you heard the good word of Kronos? Overlaid with a blasphemous verse from his days at a Catholic elementary school: he has risen, just as he said.[3]

Kronos had risen.

Axel didn’t realize the Luke-Thing was still screaming. Not until Lucille stepped into their doorway.

She wore her battle armor. Her blonde hair was neatly braided back, and she carried a Greek-style helm under one arm and a pilum in the other. With her frail frame, she looked like a costumed Barbie. Their training taught Axel otherwise.

“Flynn. Axel.” Her tone was grave, the same way it always got before battle. “The strike force is moving out.” Her icy blue eyes shifted. “Jack, Pax, I’m sorry.” Giving them a fragile smile. It failed to comfort anyone.

Flynn’s gaze narrowed. “I’m not leaving Jack alone.” Ever again, Axel thought he could hear. Maybe with another faint echo of, Especially not with that thing. “What if the Ol’sissies double back while Luke is out of commission? A child of the Big Three? Maybe two if that earthquake wasn’t from Jackson?”

Lucille nodded. The half-sisters had a respect for each other’s combat intuition.

Despite trembling at Luke’s shrieking and the fear of angering Flynn, Pax whimpered, “B—but Mercedes said—”

That she could make Axel and Pax be part of the Sabotage Unit, away from the main battles. But, Axel knew it would be futile after his second cage match had gone so well, especially after the assault on the lab.

Lucille explained this gently, “I know, sweetie. But, Axel has proven himself over and over. It will boost everyone’s moral if he’s there.” She pressed her lips together. “And gain him favor with any new… changes in command.”     

Axel had a gut-sinking feeling Lucille was right. The helm hummed in his grip. Now, more than ever, he needed to be seen fighting along the monsters’ side. If they were to survive assassinating Kronos after the war, they needed the full backing of Alabaster’s monster family.

Axel stumbled to the armor at the base of their bunks. His legs felt leaden. The fingers touching the helmet buzzed with painful anticipation, an electricity that made him lightheaded and eager. The opposite sensations left him disoriented. He needed to focus on one. He unwove a strip of leather from his armor and tethered the helm around his neck. That would need to do for now. He should leave it. They needed to test these in a controlled environment. But, instinct—

You’ll need me, Lieutenant.

Axel wanted to snap that he didn’t need anyone. A glance around the room proved no one had heard that but him. Maybe it couldn’t talk outside of Hecate’s realm.

Lucille had already lifted his breastplate to offer it to him.

Jack tugged at his hair, frantically looking from Axel, to Flynn, to Pax. “Oh, Lucille, keep my boy safe! He’s too young and pretty to die! We haven’t even gotten him a girlfriend or a solo in one of our concerts!”

Lucille giggled weakly. She couldn’t cover her mouth with a pilum in hand. “I’ll do what I can.” As Axel finished strapping on his armor, she turned to Pax. “Can you do me a huge favor?”

Three sets of eyes were intent on her: Pax’s multicolored ones, and the beady eyes of the two weasel kits.

“Go to the nursery and check on Charlie and Ethel for me.” Her eyes softened at the names. 

Oh, Fortune bless Lucille. That would get Pax out of harm’s way. Besides, he was an excellent playmate for Charlie.

They walked as Axel finished strapping on his armor. Lucille led him out. Goodbyes—did they properly say goodbye? He remembered ruffling Pax’s hair, trying to ignore how Pax’s eyes welled with tears, the same way they always did before his cage matches—Don’t you dare die—and ducking under Jack’s attempted hug.

Their hallway was an offshoot from the main one. The main one had descended into chaos. Monsters and demigods jostled past each other. The Luke-thing’s howls left them panicked, disorganized, and disoriented. Its order was so primal: after them.

“Please proceed to battle in an orderly fashion. Please keep your voices low so you can standby for more orders!” Lucille’s charmspeak was sweet and kind. She never had the projection that Flynn’s snarls had, but all the soldiers within hearing distance slowed, relaxed, and fell more into military lines. The calming effect rippled to the others rushing by.

With the mob partially tamed, Axel could see down the hall towards Luke’s quarters. Part of the ceiling was collapsed. Krios, one of the Titan lords, stood beside the rubble with his arms folded, tapping his left bicep. “If you can’t ask nicely for help,” he said, voice booming, “then you needn’t bother asking at all.”

“Imbecile,” the not-Luke snarled back.

Krios rolled his eyes. “Some things never change.”

At least the Titan Lords seemed unbothered by Luke’s and Kronos’ unholy matrimony.

Something about seeing Krios standing there left Axel confused. “Kampe is leading us?” he asked. Hadn’t Luke mentioned something about Krios leading them through the labyrinth? Axel finished strapping on his old helmet. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it would keep his skull intact. His own confusion at the chain of events—going to Hecate’s realm, Flynn’s charmspeak, Kronos’ screams—was clearing.

Lucille nodded, helping up a demigod who had fallen in the chaos. “Yes.”

The younger camper blushed, thanked her, and darted after the others.

Axel felt skeptical. “But, she’s a jailor.” Did they give battle lessons in Grecian jail school?

“Luke gave her Ariadne’s string,” Lucille said, “The others are going to follow her.” She nodded to the disciplined line up at the labyrinth entrance. Because of newly established order, support was able to come through. Matthias could be seen walking down the line, chest puffed up and shoulders pulled back, as he handed out goody bags of ambrosia and, if Axel had to guess, fart bombs. He and a dracaena checked monster and demigod armor and handed out extra weapons.

Lucille continued, “She’s known to be a powerful entity—like Atlas. Why do you think Luke wanted Atlas when he had the other Titans?”

Recognition meant a lot to mythological beings. Axel clenched his jaw. Just another mythological aristocracy, as Alabaster would say. “Being a famous jailor doesn’t make a good strategist.”

They were approaching the labyrinth entrance. Axel had steered clear of this place, especially after Chris Rodriguez never came back. Selene Beauregard had told Luke that he was alive at Camp Half-Blood, but that he’d been left to babbling incoherence. Chris was the only one who had come out alive.

Another foolish scheme to send a demigod when a monster could thrive in the labyrinth.

Axel could see the mark of Daedalus. Alabaster had explained the symbol to him: a glowing blue D above the labyrinth entrance. Any time he walked in the hallway, it stuck out sorely: an exploitable security risk that had, indeed, been exploited. He didn’t understand why everyone had treated it like a kitty door for coatimundi to wander in. Jack and Pax had given him a weird look the day he’d growled, “It’s like no one else can see it.”

Watching how the others felt along the wall until finding a grip on the door, Axel realized the others really couldn’t see it.

Lucille glanced at him. “Are you nervous, Axel? It isn’t like you to protest so much.” She reached over to squeeze his arm. With Lucille’s status in the Attack and Battery unit and Axel’s recent rise to fame, no one minded how they cut in line. From the queasiness on some of the demigod’s faces, he assumed they wouldn’t have minded either way.

Axel stared at the entrance as they stepped up to it. He couldn’t stop his ears from twitching. Something felt wrong about this place. The strategist in him screamed. They were going underground—underground­—chasing after a demigod that could cause earthquakes. “What if Percy doubles back and collapses the tunnels on us?”

“Recent rumor has it, Percy sprinted away from Luke and did not look like he was coming back. He was scared of Kronos. We’re in his army and I’m scared of Kronos….” Her brow furrowed. “I’m glad Pax agreed to check on Charlie. I can only imagine how terrifying those shouts are for them.” She frowned, and reached to twirl a lock of hair that was tucked too far back to reach.

Axel winced. Them. She meant Charlie and Ethel. Ethel didn’t handle this kind of shouting well, and Charlie was only a kid. “If there’s one thing Ajax is good at doing, it’s distracting people from terror.” And he and Lucille both knew Pax would be a she (instead of a he) if it would make Ethel more comfortable.

Lucille might have been about to thank Axel.

“Move it,” a quivering voice came from behind them. Feigned bravado. Axel suspected the waiting was about the same as waiting for a delayed tooth extraction: sometimes you just want to get something over with.

Axel took a deep breath. “If I lose my mind and forget who I am, promise me you won’t let Ajax convince me I’m a famous weasel catcher on Discovery Channel.”

That earned a real giggle. Axel remembered how cute he thought Lucille was the first time he met her at Monster Donut, before he knew about Ethel. That seemed so long ago.

“Oh, don’t make me promise that! I think you’d make a charming show host.” She suddenly hopped onto the tips of her toes, coming close to his height. She rearranged her pilum, so she could hold it and her helmet in the same hand. With her hand freed, she gracefully lifted it up and lowered it towards Axel.

It took Axel a heartbeat or two to realize she was offering her hand the way she might for a ballet partner to spin her. Or for a partner dance? It was called something in French that Alabaster would have known.

Axel took his friend’s hand, sheepish at how scarred and rough his looked compared to her dainty fingers. The absurdity of it—a ballet pose before battle—made him laugh.

Axel had no delusions. She was holding his hand for his sake. A return laugh for the one his joke incited.

He and Lucille stepped into the darkness, hands held high, into one of the most dangerous places of the mythological world.

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Thank all of you for reading! I think I rediscover my footing a bit better as a writer in the next chapter. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy! (AND THANK ALL OF YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR COMMENTS, ASKS, REBLOGS, AND SWEETNESS! You're making it so worth coming back! <3)

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[1] Jack, “You’re old enough now that you can have your own room where your fanclub will know how to find you alone and, potentially, underdressed—“ Axel, “Ajax and I are still sharing a room.” Jack, “B—but your fan club!” Lou Ellen, “But your fan club!”

[2] Pax, “ARE YOU INSINUATING LUKE WAS ONCE A BABY PANDA--?!”

[3] Mathew 28.

[skrub-dubs]

Don't think too hard 'bout the pfp, it's an old photo-

Heya there, I'm.. Skrub. Seriously. No, I don't want a name change, I can't even think of what I'd change it to

Born and raised in Orre, scraping by as comfortably as I can, decided to try out Rotumblr after fleeing from a significantly worse social media. Hope I can make some buds here!

Current pokemon:

Medicham, my oldest teammate. Has no official nickname but I tend to call them gramps or "Cham-Chams". Retired old fart <3

Bowler, my Golem. Wonderful fella. A lot smaller than usual golems! Raised him from an egg, really popular around town because he likes to nap about the Agate zen garden whenever I let him out on a roll.

Baps Jr., A goofy wobbafett. No thoughts behind his eyes. Got them from a friend in the past, and has been with me ever since. Loves pretending to be a bunch of things, loves rain.

The Baby, a shiny baby Cacnea nub I almost tripped on out in the desert. Name is not subject to change. She's grown out of her pot and now has nubs to take her every which way.

Luna, an incredibly tiny, pitch black Skitty with some odd features. First pokemon I've caught in a long while. Very sweet and awfully feisty.

Han, a Clamperl that was sent to me unwillingly, but kept very willingly. Very round. Very sleepy. Very shiny shell. He's been improving greatly with his health.

Morticia, Gomez, and the Tiktaks. Morticia and Gomez are two joltik that used to belong to my buddy @/iheartnimbassacity. They decided they wanted to move in and have kids. Holding onto them and their 7 hatchlings. They love bein in my hair and raiding my battery stash.

Menace the Carnivine, a Purple Haze Carnivine adopted from @/corkycare of team phobia. He's a mischievous lil fella and I love him. Likes spinning on ceiling fans and chewing on me.

Greenie the Sunflora, a greenburst variant Sunflora adopted from the goldenrod ecological society after Luvdisc day. She's an absolute cuddle bug and the team accepted her immediately. Has started to join Chams during his meditation sessions.

Pippin the Applin, an Applin adopted also from the GES, as they were a rejected Luvdisc Day gift. They're a bit more on the weary side, but when they relax they've got quite a big personality with some unique tastes. Bowler's terrified of the lil dragon though.

Caprisun the Orrish Delibird, caught her after she happened to save my life for the second time. She's a real sweetheart. Always tryin her best to help people around her. She's been getting along great with the team - especially with Chams. The two of them have been meditation buds.

Yuri the Palossand/Arbok fusion. Almost killed me. Now it just sleeps in my bed a lot. Been feeling a lot less existential dread. Also I didn't come up with that name. Blame the wizard.

Jupiter the Unown, "🪐 form"???? M' gonna need to document a lot about this fella. Seems to be a feathery guy. Can spin and whip up some real strong wind. Wonder how strong...

//ooc under cut!

(// HI LMAO THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER THAT IVE DONE A BLOG LIKE THIS SO GO EASY!! Blog name and this intro post is very much subject to change lmao

My main is @star-aether and so I follow from there! I go by Penny or whatever else you wanna call me and I'm a minor, so please keep that in mind. Keep ask nsfw down to jokes for my sanity and yours! Skrub (here's his Bulbapedia page btw) is just some random ass ex-cypher peon in his 30's now, was 19 when he got beaten into the ground by Wes and he's still getting shit for his name. People recognize it that well djdhdjdb

Was very much inspired by blogs like @realpokemon, @triple-aaa-batteries-pkm, @nerdpokemonheadcanons, and a buncha others ehehe))

[kazooku]

Introducing Casey Windro, the time traveling menace!!

God Casey's been one of my favorite OCs ever since I made it back in January. I'm so glad that I can finally post about it now. It's also been kinda my punching bag lately oops. They're an MCU OC and the first of probably many. I'm also trying to figure out ways to insert Casey into other Marvel medias, but for now, they're MCU only.

Casey's whole gimmick is that they're a time traveler who can't change the past. It is a snap survivor. The snap happened when it was 10, and despite none of their family snapping they're two only friends did. Casey doesn't have the best relationship with its family, even from an early age. It's dad was constantly busy, and it's mom had an idea of what she wanted Casey to be and ignored them whenever they drifted from that idea, which was often. It's friends were their family, and that family was gone.

The 5 years that the snap lasted Casey retreated into itself. It didn't try to get close to anyone again because there was no point to it. The people they were close to disappeared into thin air, and the irrational voice in their head said it'll happen again if they did. In the middle of the snap, their great grandma died and left it her pocket watch. The watch was broken and had been broken for as long as Casey could remember, so they made it their mission to fix it.

They fixed it a month after the snap was reversed and with it unlocked time travel but with a cost. Casey could not change any major events. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't stop the snap. It acted out. Causing chaos but impossible to leave lasting damage. It got on a certain spider's radar for that reason and possibly gained a new friend.

Casey is no longer close to the friends they once considered friends. They're 5 years older now. If asked it would say the Casey they knew died and they deserve better than the shell of their old self that they are.

Casey uses it/they and is a triple A battery (Aromantic, Asexual, and Agender) and a lesbian.

Running out of text space on Instagram and added more in comments so lemme just add those here

When it stops traveling back it needs to relearn consequences. They could do whatever they wanted in the past without a real effect. Now in the present they turn reckless and self destructive forgetting that there's no undoing what happens. They're rash impulsive. It takes a few good years in therapy to get these behaviors under control.

They stop time traveling mostly after a year. It doesn't completely stop but there's larger gaps in between. The people around them who know are getting them to see the damage they're doing to themself through this.

I'm being purposely vague here on the friendship between Casey and Peter but they are close. Starting off as mutual annoyances to inseparable.

Might talk about it more in another post but Casey actually dodges the spell in NWH. They get into an argument and Casey storms off into the past. When they come back and no one remembers him they're confused as hell. It takes them 2 months to track him down and break into his apartment.

Casey is autistic adhd like me lol. Can't write an OC without that oops. Anyways it has a special interest in crow bars. It's weird, it's strange, but they love them. Their favorite is a white one with hello kitty painted on it.

I have a design and plot for a timeskip Casey. I will draw them eventually and talk more there but!! It takes place when Casey is 20 and is them getting into shit with their college friends and occasionally dragging Peter along. They are an English major btw

Working on a Spiderverse Casey variant. So far the plan is the snap is never undone and while time traveling Casey gets frustrated and tells Peter he will die and he tells them yo take over. After failing to change the past they give in and become the new Spider-Man but going by a different name.

They start getting therapy at 17

It has fangs because pre snap friend dared it to file their teeth. It did. The fangs are sensitive to temperature.

Originally posted on May 23rd on Instagram

[queenofbaws]

Hello! As soon as I read #13 I thought of Fliss and Conrad (what a surprise!!) so can I ask you something with them? Thanks and have a great weekend!

One, two, three, four...

Without meaning to, he'd brought himself back to the night before, his insides squirming with the same battery acid taste of fear and doubt. It was an awful instance of déjà vu, but it was gone just about as quickly as it had come on - there were too many differences for it to stick.

Last night, he'd been crammed in a room with Alex and Julia; today, he was standing on the salt-warped deck of an old freighter. Last night, his wrists had burned from torn-off duct tape and the unnatural angle those fucks had forced him to hold them at; today, the only burning was in his muscles, his aching bones, the soft tissue of his eyes and throat. Last night, he'd been counting the seconds between thunderclaps to plan an escape; today, he was counting how many of them had survived.

And he kept coming up one short.

When Alex had joined them again, not just running but bounding like his ass was on fire, Julia had thrown her arms around him and sobbed. He got that. He did. But while she and Brad were busy finding the big guy a place to sit and tell his story, all Conrad noticed was the distinct absence of their fearless captain.

One, he counted, two, three, four.

Me, JJ, Bradical, Alex.

He waited another minute. Two. Five. And when none of the others seemed to catch on to all his pacing and hand-wringing, he stuck what little of his courage was left to the sticking place and did the one thing he'd promised himself he would not do: He stepped back into the belly of the Ourang Medan.

The door Alex had pushed his way out of was like all the others, heavy and built to keep everything out...but old as fuck and rusting in the places where it mattered most. He held it open awkwardly for a moment or two, searching out something heavy enough to keep it at least partially open so the outside air could circulate, and after dragging over what he thought was probably a toolbox or the most heavy-duty thermos he'd seen in his life, took one last steadying breath and ventured forward.

"Fliss?" he called into the darkness, his eyes a little too accustomed to the outside world. He walked slowly as he went, straining his ears for any sign of her, but all he heard as he wandered back into the nightmarish ship was the sticky shlip-shlip of blood going tacky beneath his bare feet.

God, he hoped none of it was hers. He really, really hoped none of it was his either, but...mostly he hoped it wasn't hers.

"Fliss?!" he tried again, cupping his hands to his mouth, and immediately flinched away when the sound of his own voice (terrified, quavering, childish, nothing like the voice he heard in his own head) doubled, tripled, quadrupled back at him, ricocheting off of every nook and cranny like buckshot.

There was a sinking in his chest - a tightening, too - when those echoes died out and all he heard was silence. It wasn't like him, getting so attached to someone so quickly, but the thought of Fliss lost somewhere in all that darkness...the idea she might never join them out on the deck, much less the Duke...it was almost -

"I'm here! By the...by the kitchen, I think!"

And just like that, the terror went out of him in a sheet. The first real breath he'd taken out on the smokestack had been like that: One second he'd been beside himself with horror, his heart in his throat and his skin crawling off his bones, and the next, there'd been cool, rainy air all around him, and he'd been able to think. Fliss had taken him by the arms, had grounded him, and he'd been able to see.

"Uh, the...kitchen. Right! The ol'...galley...wags...for the...scalawags. Don't move - I'm coming for you!"

"Yeah, that...that won't be a problem, actually."

Had he even seen the kitchen that night? Part of him thought maybe he had (he had the vaguest memory of Julia screaming about a rat, a fuzzy image of a half-rotted menu board listing all manner of diarrhea-inducing concoctions), but everything about the ship felt jumbled in his head. Conrad had to focus - something he had never been especially good at - to find his way towards Fliss's voice, and because of that, the strangeness of the situation didn't occur to him until he found her.

Why hadn't she come out to join them?

Why was she just sitting around in the dark?

Why was she willingly breathing in that ancient, poisoned air when she could be gulping down the fresh shit by the lungful out on the deck?

Then he made it into the kitchen, and it all made sense.

"Holy - "

"Before you panic," Fliss said, blissfully unaware she was roughly, ehh, twelve hours late to that party, "I'm fine. Moving is just...complicated."

He ignored her upraised hand, crouching down in front of her on unsteady legs. "Okay, yeah, you're fine. Totally, totally fine. I buy that. Except for...oh, yeah, that's what it is, there's a goddamn knife in your leg, Jesus Christ!"

From where she lay sprawled on the floor, one leg curled under her, the other laid out straight, she offered him an exhausted wince. "I had noticed that, Conrad, yes." Her head tipped back against the cupboard she'd nestled against, and he watched her neck move with the effort of swallowing. She couldn't even look at it, and shit, he couldn't blame her. "I can't pull it out," she admitted, screwing her eyes shut. "I tried, I...every time I even go to touch it, I-I start to grey out. It's...too much."

In his mind, he knew exactly how the next few minutes were going to play out. He wished he didn't.

There was no use playing at nonchalance, not with the way his legs shook as he stood up again, searching through the drawers and cupboards for something - anything - that might be clean enough for him to use. He didn't have high hopes, and God knew he wasn't the medical expert among them, but someone had to do something.

"How'd that even happen?" he asked, miraculously finding what he thought might've once been a dish towel folded among a drawer of pot lids. "I'm pretty sure that's not how stick-and-poke tattoos are supposed to go, Cap'n."

Fliss's eyes were still shut when he turned back to her. It was an alien expression for her, he thought; from the moment they'd met, she'd seemed so put-together, so absolutely unshakeable. Even when the pirates had crashed their party and dragged her up onto the deck, her shoulders had been squared. Now she looked...tired. So, so tired. And scared.

As little as he wanted to do what he was about to do, he figured it was about time he started carrying some of their weight. How many times had she saved his bacon tonight? And not once had he caught her grimacing or complaining like some spoiled little kid. Yeah, the bill had come due all right; and he'd never had any problem paying.

"Alex...I don't know what happened to him."

He didn't have the slightest idea what that might have to do with the literal knife in her leg, but Conrad let her talk, slinging the dish towel over his shoulder as he took hold of her leg with one hand (gingerly at first, warning her of what was coming before he tightened his grip to hold her still) and hovering the other over the handle of the blade.

Fliss didn't need to be told twice; she screwed her eyes up twice as tightly, her fingers trying in vain to curl into the floor below. She turned her face fully away from him. She took a deep, deep breath. She kept talking. "We got separated. He went after the distributor cap and left me to catch up. He started screaming, and when I finally found him, he - agh!"

The knife hadn't gone in that deep. That felt stupid to say, considering, in his humble opinion, any knife-on-skin penetration counted as 'too deep,' but the fact remained. Unskilled as he was, he managed to pull it out in one quick, smooth motion, immediately pressing the dish towel to the wound it left. He was very, very relieved to see the blade hadn't been serrated. He was even more relieved to let the fucking thing clatter to the floor as he set about wrapping Fliss's leg in earnest.

"Are you telling me my brother-in-law-to-be stabbed you?"

"I...shit, that hurts."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry."

"I don't think he meant to. He was...seeing things, maybe. He was talking out of his head. Something about...about rats. Monsters...I don't know. I - augh."

Realizing this wasn't going to be the immediate rescue he'd imagined, Conrad eased himself down onto the ground opposite her, still applying pressure. He held her leg in his lap, one palm pressed solidly to the spot over her wound, and let himself exhale only when he felt the blood starting to slow. "I could put that in my best man's speech, if you want," he offered, keeping still, making it clear without saying a word that he wasn't in any rush, that they'd already spent one horrible night in that metal hunk of junk, so what was another twenty, thirty, hundred minutes? "Wait until all the guests are looking his way, then bring up the time he stabbed my date and tried to steal her boat."

Her head was still against the cabinet, her eyes still shut tightly, but even through her obvious discomfort, Fliss snorted a laugh. "Your date, huh? Your wedding date, I take it, then?" she teased. "Someone's awfully optimistic."

Conrad let out a breath of his own, then looked down at her leg. "Hey, when it comes to crustbucket ol' sea captains like you?" he joked right back, "Always."

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OnThisDay: Jun 3rd, 2018

Title: Astray Jason Red Dragon

Here's an "Awesome!" & throwback birthday drawing for Jason 🐶⭐ (VI - Cuteness Mecha Leader). 🙂

A powerful upgraded for his armored "Astray Red Frame"! 😁 With triple gun blades (two weapons holding in and one at his backpack) and a newly look V-Fin on his forehead with energy V-form revealed (called the "Ddraig") , Astray Jason becomes a "RED DRAGON"! 🔴🐲 Now his cerbera straight won't be alone this time by equipping three gun bladed weapons called The "Caletvwlch". A total of 4 blades, he can now do some slice 'n dice through opponent(s)! 😁⚔️

Astray Jason Red Dragon Came from the real: MBF-P02 Gundam Astray Red Dragon

Armament(s):

• Beam Saber: Red Dragon is equipped with two beam sabers for close combat, they are located on the Red Frame's backpack which is lowered to the waist when the Flight Unit is equipped.

• "Gerbera Straight": A katana sword that is extremely sharp, and does not rely on the kinetic energy of a high-speed swing to cut. Unlike the normal Red Frame, Powered Red mounts the "Gerbera Straight" behind the left shoulder. This gigantic katana sword forge and created by Lowe.

• Caletvwlch: A customizable multipurpose equipment created by Lowe and mass produced by Junk Guild. The Caletvwlch is meant for cutting and induction welding, but can be used for combat if the limiter is disabled via a voice command. However, doing so would contravene the "prohibition of armed civilian armor" provisions, except when it is used for self-defense. The equipment normally consists of two blades and a welding torch, and is powered by an internal battery. During combat, it can function as a gun (aka G mode, where the welding torch functions as a beam rifle) or can be reconfigured into a sword (aka S mode).

It also has a scattering device that releases Mirage Colloid particles to help maintain the suit's balance while it moves in mid-air and to allow it to remain stationary in the air with ease. The particles can also create an air current to propel the MS and be used to detect any movements in the surrounding area. An unintended side effect is that the scattered Mirage Colloid particles can disrupt the Mirage Colloid stealth system of other armors nearby.

There is also the full disable mode, whereby the safety limit of the Caletvwlch is disregarded allowing it to fire a dangerously high amount of energy at its target, destroying it in one hit. However, doing this damages the Caletvwlch and renders it unusable. The Red Dragon has three Caletvwlchs on the Flight Pack, and their mirage control capabilities are improved due to synergistic effects.

Special Equipment(s) / Feature(s):

• External connector: A connector for attaching additional equipment to the back of the suit. It is similar in function to the hardpoint on the back of the Strike armor. The connector is exposed when the Red Frame's backpack is lowered to the back skirt armor.

• Flight unit: A modified version of the original M1 Astray's flight unit, the flight unit seems to be attached to the external connector on Red Frame's back and serves only as a supplemental booster as Red Frame's backpack is still present. In the Red Dragon form, the Flight unit is modified to allow the mounting of three Caletvwlch units.

• Ddraig Head: A head unit designed by Lowe Guele, it is to be used in conjunction with the Caletvwlch. It has enhanced sensors, Mirage Colloid control functions in corporation with the Caletvwlch, and can emit a beam antenna in various shapes depending on the need from the back of the V-fin.

Jason Watterson, Jr. - owned by Estar99 Armor (Mobile Suit Gundam SEED Destiny Astray R) - Gundam Series © SUNRISE, Sotsu

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

4.8.24 Monday

1 am

I don't know what will happen to me... I still have windblow... Can I be Princess Peach???

I really wanna out here... 17 years aging for nothing...

Save me.... Mark? Pilot Garret???

9:13 am

I still have windblow.....I don't know what to do... I'm so sorry Pilot Garret for this but I need to do something... Not only for my beauty coz the Princess and soon to be Queen must do something....I must save myself coz I'm soon to be Queen???

I need to find my King... The King who can truly be my King! A King who can as well safe himself to have me....

Borgy is not real...He is not with me but still I wanna know... Keep him alive??? YES IT IS!!! Still, I wanna know...

But Pilot Garret, you know what to do..

I'm not happy being stagnant... I'm genuine, I'm not scared... I'm not ambitious but partly but I know I deserve, in spite of...

It is so sad that I'm trap for nothing here...

Looking for Mark? Are you somewhere nearby? Mitchang? Did you give me a "simple battery"?...

9:37 am

The plastics here are mainly the old men and old men who only spoke purely Tagalog... Mostly, on radios...

9:42 am

I feel bad here... I don't have any guilty emotion... I didn't do anything on someone to hurt or smash them...

I didn't unfairly do an unfair thing on someone or I never planned a negative thing behind them... But sorry if I said "bathroom friends" but where are they???

I need a LIFE away from here... I need growth... I feel HURT....They are not all serious about my inner PAIN or my real EMOTION.

9:50 am

Uncle DD is here already....He said he went to water department for something.

10:10 am

Our water bill is beyond the amount of what is expected....Strange coz it doubled this month or almost tripled which is weird!!!

Uncle DD said that they will change the water tube and probably will remove the bidet... I said no! You can't remove the bidet! It is important to keep the bidet and I don't wanna be cheap....This is our house, we need to keep the bidet.

Though, I must admit our house is not that presentable these days....It is a big embarassment for me if there will be a visitor but I need my saviour to be somewhere not here in our house... I feel shy... I told you angels our house is on pause for renovation but this is not the reason why I wanted Pilot Garret... It is something my personal agenda it is somehow a long story....I tried to make a summarization here as always...

10:31 am

I still have windblow... I also need to cycle angels... I'm a college graduate... I don't wanna be ugly by being like this... I still wanna do my nose perfection!

I need to have my own better future... I can't get success here on my own....I want out here from Cavite.

11:110 am

I wanna leave Cavite.... I feel bitter here....I wanna have some better changes on me, a better future away from here...

I hate being ugly just for nothing...

1:32 am

I still have windblow and still on "True Blood"....Again, I can multi-task that Ms Fermin commenting something about nose-lift... I really wanna a nose lift and a perfection on my nose most specially with someone...

Mark knew how cute I was, but again I explained this already beauty is about maintenance and about the situation you are into... If you are stress just like me coz they smash me for 17 years....My beauty is fading and I'm not happy about it...

I had pictures on Mark and I was cute and still cute and perfection on nose it is something my own personal progress and progress of myself with someone like if ever with Pilot Garret. High-intellectual and high-class men wants their wife to have a nose perfection!

If someone wants to do something on their nose, just get a life... Mind your own nose!!! Excusah!

I really wanna leave Cavite....I feel HURT here... But I still wanna get some nose perfection.

1:54 pm

Additional the nose is about getting your right angle on pictures or on camera angle like these...

Pangit na INC!

I wonder where is Mark? Why he is just observing?I wanna be in Los Angeles....

Mitchang did you give me a "simple battery"?

2:12 pm

Can he be Jesus?? I'm so fucking bitter here....I want Mark or Pilot Garret??? SAVE ME!!!

I have my "deep smile lines" now... I don't wanna fade for nothing... I wanna remove my "deep smile lines"...

2:34 pm

If only Pilot Garret can read this, I'm not ugly! I was cute but so fucking stress now and sometimes I'm out of money to buy serums and go back to some beauty therapy...

I'm a college graduate and they hated me here... Whew!!!

2:39 pm

Let's go back to "True Blood"... Well, it is a cult....That even a wife there will have SEX on single men just to make them stay to their group to hate artist or STAR or actual Vampires....

4:15 pm

MMbbop afternoon...

4:28 pm

sing with me... MMbop!

4:51 pm

So sick of love song...

4:56 pm

can't help falling in love...

6:45 pm

Thanks Uncle DD for the cheap or super tight food allowance...

There is no extra angels, sad thing....

9:08 pm

I still wanna leave Cavite... Hoping Mark or Pilot Garret can save me from here....I feel HURT here...

I wanna travel angels,good thing if I end up with Pilot Garret, I can see the world... There is a possibility...

I need to get a bf that I really like coz my situation is sad and I want a bf to grow old with...

Is Mark nearby? You know what Mark if you are just a Mickey Mouse here for 17 years... It is bullshit and it is painful! Why? Why are you a Mickey Mouse???

I still feel fat,ugly and old....I still wanna do nose perfection even with Mark... So, what?

[wyrmoftheweb]

reworking abandoned oc of guy who has the power to see all the branching possibilities of what might happen in the world based on all the different peoples' choices (including butterfly effect shit that seems like it wouldn't affect anything. RNG is real in this universe) and spends 80% of his time and mental energy fervently scribbling instructions for the rest of his friends in a variety of shitty notebooks, scratch paper, receipts, and occasionally his friends skin. lists that look like this

go to the store

wait for guy with fluorescent orange (not salmon) shirt to leave and look at his bags

if he bought 1% milk buy an umbrella (any color), a package of cheese sticks, and the store brand 16-pack of triple-a batteries.

if he bought whole milk buy nothing and enter the janitorial closet. wait in there until one of the employees enters, then offer her a handshake and leave. make sure your hands aren't sweaty.

come back here.

he can only learn as much as he can physically hold in his head at once, which is quite a limit when there are so many infinite similar-but-different possibilities. he is very prone to headaches and his handwriting sucks so fucking super bad. he's trans and his name is Seer and he got given it by all his friends and acquaintances because he got choice paralysis zooming in on all the possibilities of things he could make it be. he'll get a real human name when he loses his powers eventually and can think about it in-the-moment and selfishly.

[freyayuki]

Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia Dare 2 Defy Event Part 7

The second Dare to Defy event, Dare 2 Defy, just started in the Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia (DFFOO) mobile game. This is a global original event that features 7 Shinryu (level 300) quests.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Dare 2 Defy VII Shinryu Quest

Conclusion

Introduction

If you use a char on 1 Dare 2 Defy quest, then you can’t use them anymore on the other fights in this event.

You can’t bring a friend support to these fights. Each quest needs to be Perfected (meaning get the score and all the other mission requirements on the same run) in order to get all the rewards.

The bosses featured on these quests are the same as the ones that have recently shown up in the game.

Dare 2 Defy VII Shinryu Quest

Also known as Dare 2 Defy VII. This fight has 1 wave with 2 enemies, the Krakens. This quest is the same as the Play Bittersweet For Me (Intersecting Wills) Shinryu one.

The main gimmick of this fight is that the enemies here need to be defeated at the same time otherwise they will be revived at full HP.

The enemies here also greatly resist all weapon types. And they have innate +70% non-elemental BRV damage resist.

Once the enemies go down to 69% to 40% HP, they will trigger Counter Black Inkcloud every time a char deals fire, ice, lightning, water, earth, and/or wind elemental BRV damage.

Counter Black Inkcloud deals single target brave damage while also inflicting 2 turns of the blind debuff on its target.

For this fight, my team was Rinoa Heartilly from Final Fantasy VIII, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret from Final Fantasy XV (#ad), and Kain Highwind from Final Fantasy IV with The Brothers as my summon.

My Calls were Cid Raines’s from Final Fantasy XIII, Raijin’s from Final Fantasy VIII, and Keiss’s from Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles: The Crystal Bearers.

Have Rinoa’s, Kain’s, and Lunafreya’s 15cp, 35cp, Ex, LD, BT, and FR fully MLB. Their Ex weapons have been Purpled. Their Burst weapons have been Greened. They have their High Armors, and they’ve been Blued.

They have their Bloom Stones. They have triple perfect Artifacts and triple real Spheres.

All of their Summon Boards, Character Enhancement Boards, and Force Enhancements have been completed.

Rinoa is a magical, non-elemental DPS who deals really good AoE damage. She has a bit of support in her kit too but she’s mostly a DPS. She’s currently equipped with my Level 5 of 5 Special or Unique-type Ultima Weapon.

Kain’s a physical, non-elemental DPS who deals good damage and offers a bit of support.

Kain’s main gimmick is that he can fly or leap up into the air once he has max stacks of his overhead buff. While in the air, he’s basically invincible since he can’t be attacked or hit with debuffs. This does mean that he can’t be buffed either. Everything will just miss him while he’s in the air.

While Kain’s in the air, he will attack and deal off-turn damage every time someone on the field does something.

Lunafreya is a really good support slash healer slash buffer. She can imperil enemies and enchant the party with the ice element. She can enable a char to move multiple times in a row. She also has instant turn rate moves that can quickly charge the force gauge.

Anyway, kept on restarting this fight until Lunafreya got the first turn. Had her use Keiss’s LD Call. This will inflict enemies with a debuff that will battery the party based on HP damage dealt during launches.

Then I just spammed Lunafreya’s instant turn rate skills to get my force gauge fully charged as soon as possible. Also had her give her Quick Prayer buff to both Rinoa and Kain. This buff will enable them to move 3 times in a row.

Also had Lunafreya imperil the enemies and enchant the party with the ice element.

Once my force gauge was nearing 100%, ensured that Lunafreya still had all of her buffs active. Then I used her Additional Ability and BT+ finisher and ended her turn.

It was now Kain’s turn. Had him use Raijin’s LD Call. Raijin’s LD Call inflicts the enemies with a debuff that prevents debuffs and reduces all damage to 0 for 2 turns.

Then I had Kain use his LD. This will instantly give him max stacks of his overhead buff. After that, used his BT+ and then had him jump up into the air.

It was now Rinoa’s turn. Had her use her FR and then her BT+ finisher. Was also planning to use Raines’s LD Call. This will allow Rinoa to initiate launches for 2 turns.

But then I found myself thinking what if Rinoa ends up dealing too much damage to an enemy during her Burst+ phase due to all the launching? Didn’t want to risk having one of the Krakens die to a launch while the other one was still at high health. So opted to just not use Raines’s LD Call.

Instead, just had Rinoa spam her Angel Wing skill until she has exactly 7 turns of force time left. Angel Wing buffs Rinoa. It also has instant turn rate.

When I went into Rinoa’s Burst+ phase, have 7 turns of force time left and the HP damage bonus was at 360%. The Krakens were down to 87% HP.

One of the effects of Rinoa’s BT+ is that it will turn her HP attack into this special move called Ultima (Angel Wing). This deals a lot of AoE damage so just had Rinoa spam this attack. Every time Rinoa moved, Kain dealt off-turn damage too.

So by the time Rinoa was about to cast Wings of the Heart, her finishing Burst+ move, the Krakens were down to 6% HP. Have 1 turn of force time left and the HP damage bonus was at 870%.

Rinoa’s Wings of the Heart was more than enough to finish off both Krakens at the same time.

So the battle ended on turn 2 right after Rinoa’s Burst+ phase was over. Didn’t even get to use my summon. And the enemies didn’t get to move at all. LOL. This fight was really easy with this team. Everyone did so well.

And that’s it. This is the last of the Dare 2 Defy quests. Thankfully, was able to get the Perfect for all of the quests in this event so was also able to get all of the rewards.

The Dare 2 Defy event was pretty interesting. Glad that I was able to solo and even duo some of these Shinryu quests. Wouldn’t mind getting another event like this in the future.

Anyway, here are some more screenshots from this event:

I talk more about my clears for the other Dare 2 Defy quests in other posts.

Conclusion

So, what about you? Which chars did you use to complete these Shinryu quests? Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions by leaving a comment below or by reblogging or replying to this post.

Notes:

screenshots are from my Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia game account

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One man's trash, is another man's treasure.

(1-4)

Short story # 6

2,355 - Words

Fandom - House of Wax (2005)

Paring - Bo Sinclair X Reader

Summary - The reader finds herself & her 4 month old son stranded in Ambrose. While Bo finds himself enamored with the woman, wanting nothing more than to protect and provide for the two of them.

Warnings - Some dark topics, talk of abusive relationships, eventual blood & death, eventual smut. (I'm not sure what else tbh)

Notes - Italics mean the reader is singing.

Pt. 1 ~ Pt. 2 ~ Pt. 3 ~ Pt. 4

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"No no no." (Y/n) sighed as her jeep sputtered and died, white smoke bellowing from under the hood. "Please don't do this." (Y/n) muttered under her breath, pulling the jeep off to the side of the dirt road, despite her desire to keep driving. "Damn it." She hissed under her breath when it died completely, flipping the four ways on instinctively. The baby fussed tiredly from the backseat, drawing (Y/n) full attention. "It alright my love." (Y/n) cooed before exiting the driver side, sliding onto the back seat, she comforted the infant. "Sh sh sh you're alright baby." She cooed as she brushed his hair away from his face, kissing his little hands. The baby's cries subsided, and he cooed up at his mother. His wide and bright eyes melting her heart, as he peered up at her. Allowing the child to suckle on her finger, (Y/n) used her free hand to check her cellphone, hoping to call triple A. "Of course." She sighed under her breath, tossing her phone into the front seat, after finding it dead. (Y/n) jumped at the sound of someone knocking on the window, looking to find a man standing there smiling at her.

"Oh you startled me." (Y/n) chuckled when she opened the door, leaving her child in his car seat. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare ya." He chuckled with embarrassment. "It's alright, no harm done." (Y/n) brushed it off before offering him her hand. "My names (Y/n)." He shook her hand with a smile. "Lester." He then pointed to the jeep. "Car troubles?" He asked as he let go of her hand. "Yeah I'm not sure what happened to it." (Y/n) sighed as she turned her attention to the jeep. "Mind of I take a look?" He tilted he head a little. "Please do." (Y/n) smiled quickly moving to pop the hood. "Where you headed?" Lester asked as he inspected the engine. "Anywhere." (Y/n) leaned her hip against the side of the jeep. "Running from something?" He asked impulsively. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked that." Lester quickly stammered. "It's alright..." (Y/n) cleared her throat. "Someone actually, I'm running from someone." She admitted. "I'd appreciate... I'd appreciate it if you'd forget ever meeting me after this." (Y/n) added. "Well a pretty face like yours would be hard to forget, but don't worry your secret is safe with me." Lester smiled, his honesty making (Y/n) smile. "Thank you Lester." Her appreciation making Lester grin. "You're welcome (Y/n), but I'm afraid I cant do much about your jeep." Lester's smile turned to a apologetic frown. "Are you sure?" She frowned a little when he nodded his head. "Well I appreciate you trying." (Y/n) sighed softly. "I could give you a ride into Ambrose, Bo owns the garage he could help you I'm sure of it." Lester suggested. "Oh I'd really appreciate the help!" (Y/n) beamed her excitement making Lester smile.

"Give me one moment." (Y/n) quickly moved to the other side of the car, unbuckling the car seat, she hulled her baby out of the car. "Oh you've got a little one." Lester observed with slight shock. "I hope that's not a problem." (Y/n) bit her bottom lip nervously. "N-no not at all." Lester stammered. "You need me to grab anything?" He asked. "Could you grab the stroller from the back?" She asked. "Sure thing!" Lester moved to grab the stroller while (Y/n) shouldered the diaper bag. "Let me lay a blanket down in the bed of my truck real quick." Lester explained as he carried the stroller to his truck, (Y/n) nodded her head in understanding as she closed up the back of the jeep, locking the doors before she joined Lester at his truck. "There we go." He murmured to himself as he laid the blanket out, laying the stroller on top of it. "Don't want to stain that up." He explained with a smile, (Y/n) smiled then looked to the cab of the truck. "I think I'll have to hold him in the truck huh?" She observed, sitting the car seat in the tailgate to unbuckle the infant. "I'm afraid so." Lester rubbed the back of his neck a little. "Oh let me get that." He moved to grab the now empty car seat. "Oh it locks into place on the stroller." (Y/n) explained pointing to where the car seat went. "Well ain't that convenient." Lester smiled as he latched the car seat into place. "Yeah it's really nice." (Y/n) agreed with a smile.

They rode in a comfortable silence for about ten minutes, before Lester struck up conversation. "So what's the little guys name?" He asked as he glanced towards the baby, quickly casting his gaze back to the road. "He's names Von." (Y/n) smiled as she lovingly stroked the baby's back. "Dose it mean something?" Lester asked with genuine curiosity. "I got it from old Norse, it means hope." She explained. "That's really cool!" Lester beamed excitedly, making (Y/n) chuckle softly. "If you don't might me asking... Where's Von's pa?" Lester asked after a few minutes. "That's who I'm running from..." (Y/n) admitted, finding it easy to confide in him. "He do something?" Lester asked. "When he found out I was pregnant... He tried to kill me." (Y/n) murmured softly, her words making Lester frown. "A neighbor heard the commotion, and he saved me. My ex went to jail, but he has friends in high places, and was able to get released last month." (Y/n) paused for a moment. "I received full custody of Von after my ex was sentenced, and when he got out I took off." She swallowed thickly, subconsciously touching the scar on her mouth from where her ex had slashed her with a knife. "He's a dangerous man, and I'm terrified that he's going to come after me, to finish what he started." (Y/n)'s confession upset Lester, he wasn't upset with her, but with her ex, a man he didn't even know.

"I'm really sorry to hear that." Lester cleared his throat, swallowing the emotional lump that had formed. "We'll be in Ambrose in a minute." He added. "Ah hell." He sighed at the sight ahead. "I forgot this road washed out last month in a storm." Lester explained as he parked the truck, I gotta flip my hubs into four-wheel." Lester explained, as he opened his door. "Oh I don't want to trouble you any more than I already have." (Y/n) reasoned. "Oh it's no trouble, I'm happy to help a pretty lady and her baby." He offered her a friendly smile, before setting to work. After he had finished his work, Lester hopped back into the truck with a grin. "Now hold on, I'm gonna take it slow but it's still gonna be bumpy." He explained as he put the truck into drive. (Y/n) nodded her head in understanding, cradling Von against her chest firmly, in hopes of not disturbing him to much. True to his word Lester took the drive nice and slow, the truck rocking this way and that as the tires rolled over some of the larger rocks. "Here we are." He murmured as they cleared the ruble, and made it to solid ground again. "Welcome to Ambrose (Y/n)." He smiled at her as he drove onto town, parking outside of the gas station. "Wow this place is really cute." (Y/n) hummed as she looked at all of the rustic buildings. "I'll go see if Bo is in." Lester offered as he hopped out of the truck. (Y/n) had nodded her head exiting the truck herself a moment later, her legs desperately needing to stretch. "Hello my sweet." (Y/n) mused at Von, who cooed up at her, a little drool dribbling down his chin.

"Bo's not in." Lester sighed as he exited the station. "He should be back soon though, he doesn't typically leave the garage empty for very long." He explained. "Well I guess I'll have to wait." (Y/n) smiled softly. "I could wait with you." Lester offered. "Oh no it's alright, I've already taken up so much of your time." (Y/n) declined his offer. "I'm sure I'll be alright, like you said he shouldn't be gone long." She reasoned as she subconsciously began bouncing Von gently. "Alright here let me grab the stroller for ya." Lester smiled as he opened the tailgate, grabbing the stroller he attempted to set it up. "The red leaver on the side, push it, then pull the stroller up. It'll lock into place with a click." (Y/n) explained, pointing to the red leaver. "Got it." Lester chuckled softly as he pulled the stroller up, smiling when it clicked into place. "Thank you Lester, for everything. You've been a real help." (Y/n) sat Von into the stroller, strapping him in before she turned her attention to Lester. "Here I've got some spare cash." (Y/n) quickly pulled her wallet from her back pocket, pulling out the thirty dollars she had. "Oh no I can't take that." Lester shook his head. "Please it's the least I can do." She smiled before taking ahold of his hands, placing the money in his palms. "What about your jeep, how are ya gonna pay for that?" Lester voiced his concern. "I've got some prepaid cards, I'll be alright." (Y/n) assured him, smiling when he finally nodded his head in agreement. "Alright... But if ya ain't got enough have Bo call me, I'll help ya out I promise." Lester smiled when (Y/n) nodded her head in agreement. "Thank you again Lester." She shook his hands before releasing him, waving as he hopped into his truck, and drove off.

(Y/n) sat on the curb outside of the gas station for about thirty minutes, gently rocking the stroller back and forth, letting Von sleep peacefully. "Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, Go tell Aunt Rhody that the old gray goose is dead." (Y/n) sang the old lullaby. "The one she's been saving to make a feather bed. The old gander's weeping, because his wife is dead." She reached up turning on the small battery operated fan she had attached to the stroller for Von. "The goslings are mourning, because their mother's dead. She died in the mill pond from standing on her head." (Y/n) smiled at the sight of birds flying in the distance. "Go tell Aunt Rhody that the old gray goose is dead." She finished the lullaby, softly humming in her throat the last line, drawing out the lullaby a little longer. "You've got a real pretty voice." A man called out softly, his sudden appearance making (Y/n) freeze up momentarily. "Oh thank you." (Y/n) smiled up at the handsome man, rising to her feet as he tossed his cigarette off to the side. "My names Bo, I own this shop." He introduced himself, offering her his hand. "I'm (Y/n)." She smiled shaking his hand. "Is there something I can help you with?" He asked. "My jeep broke down a few miles down the road, I got a ride from a man named Lester into town. He said you'd be able to fix my jeep for me." (Y/n) explained, idly continuing to rock the stroller back and forth. "I'm sure I can." He smiled. "Do you know what's wrong with it?" He asked as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I have no clue." She chuckled softly. "Well can you explain what happened?" Bo asked with a small chuckle of his own. "Uh it made this sputtering kinda sound, like it was running out of gas, but the meter said I still had over half a tank. And white smoke started coming out from under the hood, then as soon as I got the car off to the side of the road the engine died." (Y/n) explained to the best of her memory. "When was the last time you put oil in it?" Bo asked with a small tilt of his head. "Last week." (Y/n) replied quickly. "Has it been giving you problems before today?" He asked. "None." (Y/n) shook her head, not having had any issues with her jeep since before today.

"Hm I have to have my brother tow the truck back here, before I can determine what's wrong." Bo explained. "Of course." (Y/n) nodded her head in understanding. "I'll have to call him from the house, my shops phone has been broken for two weeks now. You can come with me if you'd like, give you a chance to relax somewhere a little more comfortable with your little one there." Bo offered as he glanced to the stroller, a friendly smile on his handsome face. "Yeah sure that would be really nice, thank you." (Y/n) smiled as he nodded her head, following Bo to the house on the hill. "What's his name?" Bo asked as he looked into the stroller at the sleeping toddler. "Von." (Y/n) smiled. "I like that name." Bo admitted with a grin of his own. "Thanks it means hope in old Norse." (Y/n) explained. "Well I like it even more then." Bo's smile widened a little when (Y/n) giggled softly, a notable blush painting her cheeks. "You know you and Lester have been some of the nicest people I've met in a while." (Y/n) admitted. "In my experience some of the nicest people are from rural areas like this." Bo mused, his statement making (Y/n) nod her head in agreement. "Yeah it's nice." She hummed with content as they reached the front porch.

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Part one is complete!

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Love ya!

PS this is the lullaby (Y/n) was singing, its called Go Tell Aunt Rhody.