#this also applies to the 2nd semi

[six-paths-of-jeanmarco]

I'm not going to make any prediction bc this year's qualifiers reveal is going to be a bloodbath

yes it's always a bloodbath but this year is going to be the bloodiest bloodbath that ever bloodied

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Not That Kind of Guy

Part Fourteen: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, sexual content/fantasizing, pervy behavior, panty/scent kink, mask kink(Ghostface), gaslighting/manipulation, public/semi-public, spitting, cumplay, nude vids/pics, masturbation, oral, PIV, dick piercing, forced orgasm, bondage/blindfolds, biting/slapping/spanking/cutting, rape kink, NONCON/DUBCON/CNC, Somno, blood, knife, gun play, GEN. SMUT [all possible tags, not necessarily all apply]

Info: Ghost is whiny, He’s feeling petty, he told you so!![diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. Stalker!Anakin Character art (as Ghost) MDNI 18+

Diary Entry: September 2nd

I lied. I said I wasn’t mad at you, but I am.

It’s not like I tell you no to anything, so why wouldn’t you just ask me first? Are you just desperate for a moment away from me and too nice to tell me that? Running from your problems won’t help especially when your problem is me.

I did what I should’ve done a long time ago. A new software has been installed on your phone, very similar to the screen cloning software linked to my laptop. Only this one is active all the time, a constant feed of live audio that I’ve taken the liberty of flagging a few words within the code.

Anakin, hate, love, Ghost, annoying, angry… so on and so forth.

The software flagged several sections of audio within the timeframe of your drive to the cabin. I must say, I’m surprised about the things the two of you talk about, I’m never going to be able to look Han in the eye ever again.

I also lied to you about something else. I don’t work tonight, or tomorrow. I switched up my schedule with April for you, cause I have a little something planned for you. A little thing I’ve had tucked away, actually never intended on getting it out and doing anything with it really. It was a gift from Cliegg after there was a murder on the college campus last year.

Don’t worry, it wasn’t me that time.

Anyway, I think it might be fun. For me at least.

“Okay but I don’t get it.” Luke said, propping up his feet on the dash while you drove.

“What about it don’t you get?” You snorted, slowing to a stop at a traffic light. “I think it’s pretty self explanatory Luke.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t come equipped with a cooter and I’ve never, nor wanted, the opportunity to see one.” He crossed his arms and tilted his head back and rolled his shoulders. “I just don’t see the benefit.”

“First of all, it’s pretty.” Holding a finger up and adding a second, “second, it feels heavenly.”

“I am a gay man.” Luke scoffed, “Dicks aren’t very pretty. A little jewelry can’t fix that.”

“How does it even work? Does he have to take it out to piss? That’s inconvenient.”

“No!” You laughed, covering your mouth as you turned the dial to quiet the radio. “No, he doesn’t have to take it out. To answer your other question, it’s the metal balls on either end of the jewelry. That’s the point of the piercing you know? It rubs up-“

“Okay that’s enough, thoughts have been thunk.” He covered his ears and did a dramatic shiver of disgust.

“You asked!”

“I didn’t know you’d be so descriptive!”

“You described in great detail all about the massive ingrown hair on-“

“Oh my god! I told you never to mention that again!” Luke reached across the console and whacked you up the back of the head.

“I’m driving!” You squealed, your hand shooting out to the side and shoving his shoulder. “No, don’t you dare touch that radio! For fucks sake if that’s-“

“It’s ABBA.”

“Go to hell.”

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After two hours you reached the small lakeside cabin that was to be your home for the weekend. A cute little place with a loft and two small bedrooms. The kitchen was… lackluster; a fridge and a stove with a whopping number of three cabinets. The living room however did have a pool table, which in Luke’s eyes made up for the fact that your sister beat him to claiming the loft room, because she’d driven separately and arrived before you.

You chose the room to the left of the living room and Luke chose the one on the right. The view from your window was beautiful deep forest green, leaves and moss and huge tree trunks. While Luke’s was the deep blueish green lake water, the occasional white wake following a boat zipping past.

After tossing your bag onto the floor in the general direction of the nightstand you jumped onto the squishy and super cheap springy mattress on the tacky ‘rustic’ log bed. Pulling up Anakin’s contact you tapped the call button and listen to it ring on speakerphone.

“Hey pretty baby.” Anakin’s rich timbre flooded the line.

“Hi Ani.” You smiled despite him not being able to see you. “Just got into the cabin and picked my room.”

“Oh you got to pick?” He said curiously, “you got the loft didn’t you?” You could hear his grin.

“No, my sister did.” You scoffed, “I thought Luke would have a cow over it but he decided the pool table here would offset his disappointment.”

“Pool table hmm?” Anakin tsk’d.

“Hot tub too.” You grinned.

“A fuckin’-“ he groaned and let out a loud huff, “a hot tub?”

“Yes sir.”

“Hmph.” He snorted, “someone finally taught you some manners huh?”

“W-what?” You asked nervously, bringing the phone closer to you and hopping off the bed to shut the door. “Manners?”

“You just called me Sir didn’t you?” He laughed. “Been taking some etiquette classes?”

“Oh shut up.” You breathed out a sigh, a breath you’d almost choked on. Your guilty conscience was really beginning to steam roll your daily life, even on your mini-vacay you can’t escape your wrongdoings. Ghost was still haunting you all the way out here.

“Just teasing doll.” He snickered, “Anyway, what’s on your agenda?”

“Nothing for tonight, probably gonna sit on the dock and have some drinks, do a little bonfire, hot tub maybe.” You told him, beginning to relax again.

“Drinks? Be careful baby. It’s not exactly safe to drink and get into a hot tub.” He chided, “I’m serious.”

“I know.” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“Good girl.” He said, pleased enough with your response. “So what room did you say?”

“Oh! I didn’t actually oops. I got the one looking out into the woods, it’s real pretty, I’ll send you a picture after we hang up.” You said, shifting your weight to sit more comfortably.

“Aw thanks babydoll.” You could hear his little smile through his words. “Well, I should probably let you get back to it huh?” He sighed.

“If you wanna talk more-“

“I always wanna talk more but I don’t want to keep you from your fun.” He said a bit quieter. “Uh, just don’t forget to call and leave me a message before bed okay baby? I’d love to hear your pretty voice when I get off work tonight.”

“Okay Ani,” nodding even though he couldn’t see you. “I’ll talk to you soon then… I miss you.”

“I love you too.” He made a kissy noise and hung up quickly, leaving you with a frustrated, pinched brow that you reached up to sooth with the heel of your palm.

After snapping a quick picture of your view through the bedroom window, you rejoined your trio in the living room where Luke was teaching your sister to play pool. You stood and watched for a moment, seeing them bicker like they were just reminded you of how much you loved summer trips with them.

Growing up with a sister close in age to you was fun, except for when it wasn’t. She went to school before you did, made friends before you did. Of course you were only two grades behind, but there is a big difference between kindergarten and 2nd grade. She had always been happy to play with you until then.

So when she was meant to be paying attention to you, or at least making sure you were alive, while you were both outside… she was busy on the swing set in your backyard. Which is how you found yourself with scraped knees and (surely, most definitely) a broken ankle from your scooter.

A new family had moved in across the street from you not too long before the summer started, you hadn’t met them, didn’t even know they had kids, until you were being pecked on the shoulder by another child’s finger. After that, Luke was found wherever you were; glued at the hip was an understatement, your families were convinced you were soulmates, that you’d grow up to be married.

Jokes on them.

His sister Leia was outgoing and confident in ways that Luke lacked, so during that first summer she gravitated toward your sister. The twins became a binder, something that held the four of you together. Bridging the gap perfectly between kindergarten and 2nd grade as 1st graders.

It stayed that way, for the rest of your school years and after.

Your parents got along swimmingly, the four of you floated between the two houses. Nights often ending up with a pair of kids asleep in the floor, where one of those children did not belong. A quick phone call to the house across the street to make sure your sibling was there, then all was well and your parents would scoop Luke and you up and tuck you in.

You were seven the first summer your parents had the grand idea to spend a week on the lake. It was a tearful goodbye, kids who spent every possible waking moment with each other are not easily pried apart.

Your parents drove the full two hours to a cute lake house they’d found online and within the first 30 minutes of being there your father had enough of the sniffles and whines. By dinner time Luke, Leia and their parents were sitting around fire pit with you.

Thus your annual tradition was born and kept even after the horrid aftermath of Luke’s unexpected outing. Sans parents of course. Your father supported your mother even if his views didn’t fully align with hers. He was a ‘be gay, just don’t be gay in front of me’ type of person, while your mother was more of the ‘send him to conversion camp, he’s tainting my children’ type of gal.

That didn’t really jive with the whole ‘love and positivity’ approach that the twins parents had about the situation. Which leaves you where you are now, reminiscing on those happy childhood memories before everything got complicated, before you discovered the world outside of your safety net, before the consistent visits from your uninvited house guest.

A loud clap broke you out of the fog and suddenly you were hyper aware of your sister’s nose right in front of your face.

“Lauren!” You gasped, your eyes wide before softening into a grin.

“You’ve been staring into oblivion for a solid minute,” she giggled, “I thought about sticking my finger in your mouth but I was afraid you’d bite it off.”

“My mouth?” You asked confusedly.

“Yeah you’ve been catching flies, looking like a mouth breather.”

“Eew! Don’t call me that!” You scoffed, standing up and following her over to the pool table to discuss your evening plans.

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Anakin watched your little blue dot travel back and forth from the cabin to the dock, he listened the chatter between the three of you as he drove the two hours out to the pine forest your weekend getaway was taking place. The mile long gravel driveway was perfect to stash his car off to the side of, no one would be coming in or out of the drive all weekend.

He walked through the woods, backpack slung over his shoulder, his hood up and mask on. It was 9:57 and the three of you were still on the dock. He could hear you talking about getting into the hot tub through the Bluetooth earbud he had in, that new software was really paying off.

He hadn’t planned to do this next bit, but he couldn’t help himself. He purposefully got his left shoe dirty, twisting his foot side to side in order even dirt for a proper footprint. Then he left his mark on the first step up to the front porch.

*ping*

‘Having fun?’

You laughed, picking up your phone and leaning back in your chair as you crossed one leg over the other and switched the sound off. You’d only had it on for when Anakin texted, and now he was. Or you thought he was until you realized the text came from your own number.

‘No. Don’t engage. He’s not going to know where you are, how could he possibly know?’ You thought to yourself. ‘I planned this in person, I told Anakin at his place not mine. All Ghost knows is that you’ve left for the weekend.’

You swiped the message away and let out a huff, deciding to take the opportunity to walk back up to the house and call your boyfriend.

“Guys I’m going up to the cabin, gonna call Ani.” You said, standing up and taking your hard lemonade with you. “Need anything?”

“Nope, we’re about ready to head back anyway.” Lauren answered, waving you off. “We’ll be up soon.”

With that you walked away, taking the worn dirt path back up to the house and dialed Anakin’s number, waiting for the voicemail to pick up your call.

‘Hey Ani.’ You smiled, crossing one arm across your chest to rest your other elbow on while you talked. ‘I’m probably not going to bed just yet, but I am going back up to the house. I just wanted to fill you in a little bit I guess.’

Once your shoes hit the gravel you absentmindedly kicked a larger rock off to the side, swinging out your leg and shifting your position to walk backwards, looking down at your sister and Luke on the dock.

‘We’ve been just hanging out all evening, made some sandwiches and had drinks by the water.’ You pivoted again as you neared the porch and looked down to ensure your footing before taking the first step up. ‘We’re going hiking tomorrow morn-‘

You scrunched up your face and took another look before backing away from the steps completely, your eyes scanned the porch and saw the cabin door was still shut.

‘Sorry, thought I saw something…’ you muttered into the phone, spinning slowly in a full circle to take a better look at the tree line. ‘I- okay, anyway. Going hiking tomorrow… probably swim too. There’s a canoe moored down there so maybe we’ll try that out.’

Off to the left of you behind your sisters car you swore you heard gravel crunching underfoot, but when you looked toward the dock, Luke and Lauren where still sitting there. You marched over to the opposite side and saw nothing, going so far as to look under her car and yours.

‘Okay well…’ You were certain now that someone was outside and you were not alone, your phone buzzed against you ear and you pulled it away to swipe away the message, not even registering the sender before holding your phone back up to your ear.

‘Uh alright well I’ll talk to you in the morning,’ you quickly walked back over to the porch steps and side eyed the footprint as if you’d expected it to disappear by now. ‘Goodni-‘

A strange feeling passed over you, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up and a chill ran down your spine like a drip of cold water. You were almost afraid to turn around.

‘I gotta go, Miss you bunches… goodnight.’ In your panicked state you didn’t have the same thought process you normally would, you’d simply ended the call and whipped your head around, expecting to find someone, something, that might’ve caused that hair-raising fear. There was nothing.

Breathing a sigh of relief you laughed at yourself. It had probably just been a rabbit, maybe you’d startled it and it kicked up some gravel. The footprint… it could have been there when you arrived, it could’ve been made by one of your group, including you.

You checked the message you’d swiped away and your blood ran colder than ice. Your rational explanations were bulldozed in seconds.

A picture of you, standing in the drive way, taken from behind your sisters car.

The breath was stolen from your lungs. Your sight was locked into tunnel vision, all you could see was the front door as you ran to it and pushed it open. Colliding with something solid and warm as you stepped inside.

Something living and breathing that gripped your hair and cradled you to its chest, something that kicked the front door shut and pressed a cold, blunt object to the temple of your head.

Something that made you want to scream.

Diary Entry: September 2nd continued

I have time to kill and nothing to do while I wait for you. So I figured I’d write alittle bit.

I’m currently sitting under a tree, watching you and your cute little ponytail swishing around while you giggle. You’re so beautiful. Everything you do is beautiful. I’ve never seen something as exquisite as you.

Maybe that’s part of the reason I want to ruin you so bad. Leading you, my innocent doe, down the path of corruption could quite possibly be my life’s work. How would you like that sweetheart?

You wanna be my magnum opus?

Though of course we do have the one small identity issue to take care of. I need to get my shit together and figure out what the fuck I’m going to do. It’s not like I can tippity tap it into Google: ‘how to tell my girlfriend I’ve been stalking her for almost a year’.

No thank you. I don’t trust WikiHow with the fate of my love life.

Let’s be for real. I don’t even trust myself with the fate of my love life because I’ve already managed to fuck shit up. I’m continuing to fuck shit up. What I’m about to do? It’ll fuck the fuck out of the shit.

What can I say other than love makes people do crazy things?

“Ghost.” Your voice was wobbly and unsure. “Is that a-“

“Gun? Absolutely.” He grunted, pressing the barrel into your skull.

“What are you doing? They’re gonna be back soon, you can’t be here!”

“I came to chat.” He said simply, leaning his head down to put the cheek of his mask against your warm skin. “I missed you.”

“Did you miss me? Is that why you left your boyfriend back home? Wanted to let me have you all to myself for a weekend?”

“No!” You snapped at him, twisting your head away from his.

“Heard you on the phone.” He cooed, “still can’t say the L word? Why’s that?”

“If Luke sees you… my sister- they’ll call the cops, you know that.” You pushed against his chest and felt it rumble with a low laugh beneath your palms.

“Stop deflecting, answer my question.”

“I told you I wasn’t going to talk about Anakin with you!” The whisper left your lips tainted in unease.

“I’m aware. That’s why we aren’t talking about it. You’re going to tell me.” He barked, holding you close to his chest and walking backwards toward your chosen bedroom.

“N-no, I won’t. That’s not fair.”

“It’s not fair?” He scoffed. “I don’t care if you think it’s unfair.”

“How did you find me?!” You wriggled from his arms the moment he closed the bedroom door.

“I know everything about you baby.” His voice low and much too confident for you to believe anything otherwise. He looked relaxed in the way that he reached behind himself and locked the door, leaning back on it and crossing his arms, one long leather finger running parallel to the barrel of the pistol.

“I just wanted one weekend!” You shouted taking off your sneaker and throwing it at him, he gave you no reaction and it only pissed you off more. “Just one!”

“One weekend away from you! I know you can see everything on my phone, you see and hear everything I do, why do you think I wasn’t the one planning this trip? I didn’t want you showing up here!” Yelling at him in a way you never had before as you stalked toward him with your other shoe pointed at him. “I don’t want to talk about Anakin with you! I don’t want to tell you how I feel!”

“Do you want to know how I feel?” He asked calmly.

“I don’t give a shit!” You chucked the shoe at him and he batted it away easily.

“I think you do.” The gun raised up to his mask as if he were scratching his forehead with the barrel. “I think you care a lot and that’s why you won’t tell me.”

You didn’t answer, because he was right. You did care and you did care a lot. You’d been avoiding telling Anakin you loved him to spare Ghost the hurt of having to hear you say it to someone else.

“No.” You stuttered, hesitating and hating the taste of the word on your tongue.

“Don’t lie to me.” He barked, holding out the pistol and motioning for you to move. “Kneel. Now.”

“Gods, seriously? Put your arms down, you idiot.” He scoffed as he watched you lift your hands and put them behind your head like you were being arrested as you knelt down slowly.

“Well I’m sorry. I’ve never been held at gunpoint before.” You snapped, scowling up at him.

“I’m so lucky to have to honor of being your first then.” He grumbled, tucking it into the back of the waistband of his jeans while pulling the pink silk from his pocket and tossing it at you.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” His voice gruff as the toe of his shoe tapped your knee. “Put it on.”

Ghost shook his head, undoing his belt buckle, the tail end of the leather now forever imprinted with your teeth marks. You did as you were told and heard his pants unzip along with a soft grunt.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” He asked, holding his flat palm out to the side to make sure you couldn’t see, rearing back to slap you.

“How should I kn-“ *smack* “ow?! What the fuck?”

“Just making sure.” He snickered, taking off his gloves and putting them in his hoodie pocket.

“Asshole.” You mumbled.

“What was that?” He asked with a playful tone. “You want me to fuck your asshole? Is that what you said?”

“Shut up. You know that’s not what I said.” You muttered, unable to keep your lip from curving upward just a fraction of a centimeter.

“Ah well, the offer still stands.” He chuckled, tapping the side of your jaw with the cold metal barrel of his pistol.

“You’re making me nervous waving it around like that.” You huffed, jerking away from it.

“Good.” He snorted, “open your mouth.”

You did exactly that, thinking you’d feel the warm weighty head of his cock hit the tip of your tongue. Hoping for a taste of the salty precum that wept from his cockhead. You weren’t expecting something small, cold, metallic and pellet shaped.

“Don’t swallow; this is the only time you’ll ever hear me say that so you better listen.” You could hear his smarmy grin. “Roll it around, you feel that?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, feeling the smooth metal and the grooves carved into it, opening your mouth again and he plucked it off the tip of your tongue.

“Your initials, or well… what your initials should be.” He mumbled the last bit.

You hear a series of mechanical and metallic noises, followed by the unmistakable sound of a firearm cocking back.

“You did not just-“

“I did.” He snickered, holding the gun sideways and pointing it directly in the center of your forehead. The blunt edge digging into your flesh and pressing down against your skull.

“Spread your fingers.”

“Why?” You asked as you splayed your hand.

“Do you have to question everything?” You felt thick metal circle your middle and ring finger, dropping to the base of each digit, barely making any contact with your skin on its descent. It really put in perspective just how much bigger than you he was.

Even more so when you felt his warm, calloused fingertips weave their way between yours and squeeze gently. The tender gesture did nothing to quench the fear sitting heavy on your chest. A loaded gun, a loaded and ready to fire gun was about an inch from your brain.

“C’mon, you don’t want to talk? Not even like this?” Condescension dripping from his lips. “Loaded gun to your head and you still won’t talk about your feelings.” He tsk’d.

“It’s not your business.”

“See that’s where you’re wrong. We’ve already had this discussion haven’t we?” He crouched down in front of you, air rushing past from the quick motion. “It is my business. You were mine first.”

The curved edge of the barrel traveled down your forehead, across your cheek and rested heavily on your bottom lip.

“Give it a kiss for good luck little doe.” Ghost spoke low and steady, almost monotone. Considering your situation you did as you were told once again.

“Good girl.” He stood back up and pushed the waistband of his boxers down by hooking his thumb beneath the elastic. “Now get to work, bitch.”

His tone had changed again, now a sharp and hard edge that smacked you like a cold wind. Emotional whiplash was to be expected in every encounter you had with Ghost, but none so far was as bruising as this.

He’d never brought a gun to a knife fight before.

You hesitated for a moment longer than he was willing to wait, so he dropped your hand, the small bit of comfort he’d allowed you to have. Grabbing the back of your head and forcing his swollen cockhead past your lips, cool metal returning to the center of your forehead.

You gagged and spluttered around his length, the hot and leaky cockhead bruising the back of your throat. Ghost seemed to love the sound, loved feeling you cough and try to gasp for air, his hand tightened in your hair as he let out a loud and gravely moan.

“You suck cock so much better with your life on the line.” He laughed, pulling you away from him and releasing your hair. He watched you cough and wipe drool off your chin and neck with the back of your hand.

“Ready to talk?” He asked, his breathing heavy and uneven.

“Fuck you.” Spitting the words out with venom.

“Sorry sweetheart that’s not on the agenda tonight.” You felt the rush of air before his palm made contact with your cheek, your hand immediately lifting to cradle it and feel the heat radiating from the irritated flesh.

“C’mon doe, I don’t have to be mean about this.” He barked, “Just use your big girl words.”

“L-Luke’s gonna be back up here any minute.” You stuttered, lifting your head in the general vicinity of where his would be.

“You realize you’re only making this more difficult for yourself right?” He asked, not giving you the opportunity to answer when he fisted your hair and forced your lips to meet the tip of the barrel of his pistol.

*shk* *click* **click** nothing.

Before you had time to process the fact that he had just pulled the trigger of a loaded gun in your mouth, you were being choked and not given any hope for breathing. His forefinger and thumb tightly clamped over your nose and his cock lodged in your throat as he fucked your face. Instinctively you tried to draw in a breath, accidentally breathing in saliva, making you cough so hard that Ghost had no choice but to back off.

“Ghost...” You dry heaved on your hands and knees. “I’m n-not gonna tell you.”

“What’s it gonna take huh?” He asked angrily, you could hear the sound of clothes rustling just before he lifted you up and shoved you over toward the bed. “What’s it gonna take for you to admit that you love me?”

“I don’t!” You yelled, taking off the blindfold and tossing it aside.

“I didn’t say you could take that off.” He snapped at you while pulling his gloves on, snatching the ring off your middle finger and shoving it down in his pocket. He whipped his head around toward the door suddenly.

“Shit.” He shoved the gun in the back of his waist band and grabbed his bag without explanation.

“What?” You asked sitting up on the bed.

“Gotta go.” He grumbled.

He grabbed the blindfold and slipped it back over your head, grabbing your jaw and tilting your head back, his lips met yours in a soft embrace. His tongue piercing gliding across the slit between your lips before pushing past them slowly, the taste of cigarettes and gum flooded your senses. He hadn’t tasted like this last time he kissed you.

He took one of your wrists in a gentle grip and brought it to his cheek. Ghost kept a loose grip on your wrist but he allowed you to feel the smooth skin beneath his eyes, your fingertips collecting the smallest amount of moisture in the outer corner of his eye.

He was crying.

He broke the kiss, your lips begging to stay connected to his. As much as you hated to admit it to yourself that kiss felt like home. The fact that he was shedding tears was unsettling, the car crash that was this relationship had officially gone beyond whiplash and into ‘trapped inside, in need of the jaws of life’ territory.

He took the same hand and pressed it to the center of his chest and left it there to put both his gloved hands on either side of your face, pressing his lips to your forehead. Their warmth left your skin and you immediately wanted it back.

He took the blindfold back off and smoothed out your hair quickly, putting the silk in his pocket and putting up his hood. The mask back where it belonged, those black pits where his eyes should be held an emotion that was pouring from every inch of his being. You felt like he was staring through you and straight into your soul. He stood beside the window with his bag slung over his shoulder. Who knew such strong emotion could be felt… seen, without ever laying eyes on the person emitting those feelings.

“Lock your window back.” He nodded toward you and promptly climbed out just as you heard the front door opening, he was gone before you even had a chance to get a second look as he ran off.

You did as he asked and locked the window before checking your appearance in the mirror, a mess was reflected back at you. You looked as if you’d been lost at sea. Tangled hair and ashen skin covered in streaked makeup. The churning in your stomach only rocked the proverbial boat more.

After a deep breath you brushed your hair and pulled the makeup wipes from your bag to clean up with.

“Hey!” You heard a sharp knock on the bedroom door and answered it while still wiping away at your face.

“What’s up?” You asked your sister as she pushed past you.

“Just checking on you before I went to bed, Lukey and I were out there for longer than we meant to be.” She shrugged on her way to jump on the bed, “Ow! Fuck.” She winced and picked up her bare foot, rubbing the sole with her thumb as she picked up the offending item.

“Who’s ring?” She asked, holding it up for you to see.

“Oh it’s just Anakin’s!” You lied, laughing anxiously and plucked it from her fingers, encasing it in your own hand. “Probably just fell out of my bag.”

“He has such a weird taste in jewelry. What even is that?” She pointed to your closed fist, and watched as you peeled back your fingers and exposed your palm.

It wasn’t a lie, it was Anakin’s.

“A centipede.” You swallowed, staring at the hunk of metal. “It- he always wears this one. I don’t… I’m not sure how it ended up in my bag.”

Your throat felt dry, your palms started to sweat. You felt like you might be sick. Why did he have Anakin’s ring? He hardly ever takes it off.

Diary Entry: September 3rd

I should have never taken those fucking rings off. I had to lie to you. It’s stupid I know but lying about something little like that is almost worse than the big secret you know? Cause I don’t want you to think I’m untrustworthy, I am. I’m very trustworthy.

You just let me shoot what you thought was a loaded gun in your mouth. I’d say that means you trust me quite a bit. Ghost, not me I mean. You trust Ghost with your life, but you can’t trust Anakin enough to tell him you love him?

Date

September 3rd (1:45 am)

Anakin jogged to the end of the driveway and hopped into the front seat of his car, taking off his mask and gloves. With the steering wheel in both hands he leaned forward to rest his forehead on the back of his hands. Keeping his grip at the top of the wheel with one hand he leaned back again, looking up at the roof of his car, his other hand going to pinch the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone started ringing, he quieted himself and quickly strategized a set of half truths and full lies that he might need to use before answering the phone.

“Hey princess.” He sounded cheery as he picked up the phone, “lucky you, I was just going out to smoke.”

“Oh?” You asked, feeling relieved to hear that he sounded fine. Maybe ghost didn’t chop off his finger after all. “Sorry, I- I have a weird question.”

“I love weird questions.” He snorted, you could hear him flip open his zippo lighter and snap it shut after a long inhale.

“Are you missing any rings?” You asked, hoping he said no and that this was just a very odd coincidence.

You heard rustling on the other end of the line while Anakin frantically searched his pockets, coming up one ring short.

“Yeah I am actually, why?” He answered clearing his throat nervously.

“Which one?”

“My many legged lad.” He answered, instinctively flicking his cigarette ash with anxiety, the miniature embers floating down to his jeans. He quickly swiped them away and tried to remain focused. “I took it off to shower at your place last night.”

“I figured the cat knocked it off the sink or something.” He shrugged to himself, hoping it was enough of a lie to convince you that maybe Ghost snatched it off the sink.

“S-somehow it ended up in um, my bag I guess.” You said, turning the jewelry over in your palm, placing it on the nightstand beside the bed.

“Huh, well that’s fucking weird.” He chuckled, “I don’t know, babe. Just keep it safe for me til you get back I guess sweetheart.”

“I will, I’ve got it on the nightstand right now.” You answered, licking your bottom lip.

“Thanks babydoll, listen, I gotta go back inside.” He grumbled, sucking air through his teeth the way he always did on his last drag of his cigarette. “I love you doll. Sleep good.”

“Night Ani, text me when you’re home.”

“You got it baby." Anakin answered, his voice low and smooth.

A perfectly normal conversation. A perfectly normal explanation on his part. A completely plausible assumption that Ghost simply took it from Anakin. Though you’d never known him to be brazen enough to come around with Anakin there and awake.

A perfectly dreadful whisper floated in one ear and out the other.

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Date

September 3rd (2:27 am)

Anakin walked circles around his car, desperate to find an escape, an excuse, an explanation. Something, anything to help him backtrack. He couldn’t go back to your cabin tonight. He’d made you lock the windows and he knew Luke would quadruple check that the front door was locked. He didn’t know your sister or Luke’s sleep habits so he didn’t feel comfortable picking the lock.

He would have to tough it out until tomorrow night.

You were very much in the same boat as him. Waiting anxiously to see if he would come back, to see what would happen.

You wanted to call Anakin again, just to hear his voice, to listen to the calming comfort of it. To affirm that all was well, he was safe and fine. That was the only reason. You just wanted to make sure he was safe. Anakin was perfectly capable of handling himself, but to your knowledge he didn’t own any weapons that he could defend himself with. As far as you knew, Anakin Skywalker was sweet and kind and soft. He was loving and gentle. He was the perfect man, the most wonderful thing to walk into your life.

Anakin loves you and you love him. You love him so much, so much that it hurts. You love him so much that you’ve refused to say it. To protect him, to protect yourself, to protect Ghost from the hurt of it.

That’s just it though, there is Ghost. He’s there at every corner, he’s the creak in the floor boards at night, he’s the figure you see in the corner of your eye, he’s the creepy feeling of being watched, the voice you swear you hear saying your name.

He cares for you, and he cares deeply. You know without having to hear it from him that he believes you’ve hung the sun and the moon, he knows all the stars in the galaxy twinkle just for you and he believes you should be treated as such.

For all his wrong doings he’s done something right, not the helpful little things nor the occasional softness he’s begun to show.

No it’s something else.

It’s a feeling so oddly tangible that you can feel it in your throat each time you swallow. There isn’t a name for it, no term that you’ve ever heard could properly define it. You know that much to be true.

It’s a pull, a strong and undeniable tether. Like a child and their security blanket. Visible or not, where there is one there is always the other.

You’d miss him if he were gone, much like you’d miss the comfort of a fresh from the dryer blanket. The fuzzy warmth that wraps you up so tightly, the feeling of being tucked away from the world in safety.

That heat fades quickly, just like he does. He’s present one moment and the next he’s left you alone and you have to start the cycle all over again. You stare at your reflection and watch the world tumble around you and he watches you from behind the glass until he’s ready to come out again.

You want to fold him up and lay him across the end of your bed. Within reach at all times, you don’t want the dryer door between you anymore. You don’t want the few moments of heat from the fabric.

You want consistency.

Anakin can give you consistency in a way that no one else ever has. You never have to worry about him leaving or being disloyal, you never have to voice your feelings or opinions if you don’t want to because he just knows. You never have to worry about anything. Except for Ghost.

With Ghost you know that you are without a doubt the safest person alive. You don’t have to think, you can just be and know he is there to do anything and everything for you. You never have to worry about anything. Except for Anakin.

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Date

September 3rd

Hiking had never been your favorite summertime activity, but you’d come to realize it wasn’t because of all the walking or the bugs, it wasn’t even because of the horrid, atrocious memory of the time you’d walked through poison ivy.

You didn’t like it because it gave you too much time to think. That was exactly the opposite of what you needed right now. Right now you needed nothing, you needed the cold emptiness that comes along with burying yourself in something that took up all your brain power until there was none left to dwell on your troubles.

By the time you’d reached your destination you were drenched with sweat in the most uncomfortable way imaginable. Your shirt stuck to you, the cups of your bra were damp and itchy, your shorts had ridden up and you weren’t entirely sure that you were wearing shoes instead of walking barefoot in a bog.

“Luke.” You grumbled, taking a long drink from your water bottle. “How long have we been out here?”

“About two hours.” He replied casually, not nearly as winded as you and your sister. “Let’s eat and we’ll head back.”

“Are we lucky enough to be on one of those trails that the start is long but the loop around is short?” Your sister asked, wiping her forehead with the inside of the collar of her shirt.

“You’re both wimps,” he scoffed and rolled his eyes, passing out sandwiches and chips. “No, the way back is the way we came.”

“You’re joking.” You complained with a scrunched up expression.

“No ma’am.” Luke responded and thumbed over his shoulder at the overlook you’d made the journey to see. Yes it was beautiful, but worth the blister forming on the back of your ankle? Definitely not.

“Unless you’d like to take a dip off the cliff edge.” He snickered, knowing damn well that you’d rather gnaw off your fingers than jump from this height. “It’d be a couple minutes swim to shore and you’d be at the cabin.”

“No way really?” You said, standing up and biting into your sandwich as you walked cautiously closer to the edge. Gazing down you saw the dock, your eyes traveling up the tiny- hardly visible- dirt path until you reached the cabin.

He was right, you tracked your hiking trail up the curve of the incline you’d suffered through, it was a massive arc. Leaving you staring at the comfort of the cabin, so close but impossibly far away. You looked for a moment more, the lake sparkling like glitter in the bright sunshine. A few boats disrupting the water as they sped past, far off the shore.

You snapped a few pictures and scrolled through them, nearly choking on your food as you spotted something you’d missed with your naked eye. Only seeing it now that you were scrutinizing the photos quality to decide which one you’d keep.

“Jesus, you alright?” Lauren asked, watching you thump the side of your fist against your chest. Breathing heavily through your nose while chewing the food to swallow it and chase it down with a gulp of water.

“M’fine.” You coughed, looking back down at your phone and then to the landscape below to see if he was still there.

You should’ve expected to find him, expected the way he made himself at home on the porch, rocking in a rocking chair. The scene was still jarring, even more so when you realized he wasn’t wearing his hoodie.

His bare arms on display, his chest and abdomen covering by a loose black tank top. You frantically tried to zoom in with your camera. But of course all you could see was a fuzzy blur of inked skin.

What luck.

He was there, in broad daylight without a staple piece of his ensemble, one he didn’t remove in front of you. Now you understood why he told you he’d be recognizable if you were to see his skin. He was covered in tattoos.

And it’s your unfortunate luck that despite being so close to him, it’d take an hour to get there. Your great luck that he’d left himself vulnerable to your gaze at a distance that would prove impossible to decipher his identity. He was doing this purposely, there was no doubt about it. Why else would he do something so risky?

Ghost was baiting you.

Like the stupid little fish you were, you nibbled on the hook until he was able to reel you in.

‘I see you’ You texted him,

‘Creep.’ He texted back, standing up from his rocking chair and walking to the front porch steps. He waved dramatically, the sun shining down on him and catching on the white plastic of his mask, making him plainly visible. You watched through the zoomed in and grainy image of your phone as he moved, hoping maybe it would clear up and you could see something identifying.

Suddenly you were reminded of something you’d learned in school, a book you’d read… maybe Nancy Drew? Signaling using a mirror or something reflective to catch a person’s attention, sometimes used as a means of communication in Morse code. Though this wasn’t nearly as sophisticated.

He had pulled out both his knives and flipped them, the sunlight refracting off the shiny silver blades erratically until it became one concentrated beam as he crossed the sharp edges over each other. Forming an X to direct to light straight at your face, promptly blinding you.

“Fuck.” You winced, stumbling backwards and causing your sister to gasp.

“Christ, what the hell are you doing?” She asked worriedly, standing up and walking toward you but not daring to move as close to the cliffs edge as you were.

“A- a bug or something.” You lied, rubbing your eyes to clear up the imprinted flash of light you saw each time you let your eyelids fall shut.

*ping*

‘See me now?’

‘Asshole.’ You mumbled under breath, looking back over the cliffs edge to see that he’d managed to get out of sight in the time it took for you to recover.

“Alright, let’s go back. I’m hot and sweaty.” Luke said, standing up and stretching. He packed away our trash and then shoved Lauren forward when she complained.

“I’ll push you off the edge if you don’t shut up and leave me be.” He snorted, dodging her water bottle that she swung by the handle at him.

“C’mon let’s go before you kill each other.” You said with a laugh, feeling better now that Ghost was -probably- gone for now.

After another hour of hiking back down the steep incline you’d just traveled up, you were grateful to collapse on the cold wood floor of the living room and bask in the cool air supplied by the window unit nearby.

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Diary Entry: September 3rd

I’m so jittery waiting around for you guys to get the hell out of that stupid cabin. I have shit to do and you’re gumming up the works. I need to get your bathing suits, I scouted out around the lake last night when I couldn’t sleep. Not in my Ghost mask, I used a bandana. I think it’d be real unfortunate to get the cops called because Ghostface is roaming the pine woods.

Anyway, your bathing suits. I’m taking the ones I disapprove of. Did you know there’s a cabin full of jockey college boys right across the lake from you? You better not have planned that. They have a perfect view of the dock you’ll be swimming off of. Which means they were probably watching you last night when you were having your drinks.

I’m the only one who can watch you like that. Especially when you’re gonna be prancing around with that fucking ass of yours on display. ‘Ani, I’m just gonna wear it to tan in!’ Yeah alright. That’s the only reason doll? That’s the reason you brought a thong bikini to the lake? With a cabin full of testosterone waiting to catch a whiff of you from across the way?

I can’t believe you’re so stupid sometimes. I love you but damn do you have no self awareness? I’d let you wear it when I’m around. But I’m not. Not the way I want to be at least. I want to be there fucking you with my eyes and smacking your cute ass every chance I get. If I’m not standing there watching over you then those idiots might get the idea you’re wearing that shit for them and not me.

They don’t know you’re tanning, making that bangin’ fucking body sun kissed for my viewing pleasure when you return. They just see ass and tits and drool. I might drool yeah… but it’s only for you. I love you. I have eyes only for you and I always will.

Those dick-wads don’t know you or care about you. They lust over every bitch they see. You don’t want to make it easier for them do you? No? That’s what I thought. I know you didn’t do it purposely little doe. You can’t help it. You’re used to me being by your side and keeping you safe, used to wearing whatever you want when I’m around because you know I’ll fuck shit up if someone looks at you wrong. You’ve gotten used to it and didn’t use your little girl brain to make adjustments for the fact that Anakin wouldn’t be there for you.

Just another reason you should’ve brought me along.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Oh my fucking god it’s so fucking hot outside. What the hell is wrong with Luke? Making you walk up that MOUNTAIN. I totally would’ve followed but I’m actually busy trying not to fucking drown in my own sweat. There’s a bunch of reasons Ghost is mostly nocturnal. This is one of them.

I was being baked alive.

Anywho, I showered and now I smell like you, so I’m gonna wander about, have a wee little snack. By the way, I’m really sad you forgot the mustard.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Baby, don’t be mad I didn’t mean to almost make you trip. I just thought it would be a little funny. I was right. But I’m still kind of sorry.

I wish I could’ve seen your face.

‘Oh my god! His shoulders are out!’ Scandalous.

Risky? Yes. Worth it. Yes, can’t wait to hear you whine about it when I fuck you again.

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Date

September 3rd

“Okay, let’s get ready for the lake.” Luke stood up and clapped his hands together once, a loud *pop* resounding through the living room.

“Already on it.” You huffed, throwing yourself forward into a sitting position and hopping to your feet.

You entered your room and noticed two things immediately: 1) the ring is gone 2) your red one piece swimsuit is on the bed. Upon further investigation you discovered a note laying on top of it.

Written in quick scratch was a short note from Ghost.

‘Doe,

I’ve taken the liberty of making adjustments to your wardrobe.‘

‘Adjustments?’ You thought, grabbing your bag and dumping it out on the bed.

The only things missing were your other bathing suits and your shower stuff, quickly grabbing the red suit you rushed to the bathroom and locked yourself in to change. Pushing back the shower curtain you saw your body wash and shampoo, the walls still wet from his shower. You couldn’t help but let out an annoyed huff.

Your phone vibrated on the side of the small bathroom sink, sliding across the porcelain and falling into the sink basin. You quickly fixed the straps of your bathing suit and retrieved your phone before the leaky tap could wet the screen.

A video message awaited you from ghost, the image from the thumbnail made you laugh in a choked kind of surprise. He was outside giving you a leather thumbs up, your hot pink string bikini on overtop of his black hoodie. As you pressed play the video was mostly silent other than the nature noises of the background until he flipped the camera around and zoomed in.

A low modified whistle left his lips as his camera focused on the bathroom window, your bare back in the frame for a moment before he shifted the camera slightly to get the mirror in front of you, showcasing your breasts as you changed into your swimsuit.

You swiftly spun around going to the window to scan the area, he couldn’t have possibly gotten too far away. Throwing open the window you stuck your head out and looked to the left and then to the right where Ghost had suddenly appeared, inches from your face.

“Ow! Fuck, agh-“ You yelped, whacking your head on the window pane while he laughed at your expense.

“Hey! You okay?” Luke banged yelled from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Y-yeah!” You shouted back, turning to look inside the bathroom again before turning back around to see Ghost had crouched down, out of view if you were to open the bathroom door.

“What are you doing? You’re takin’ ages.”

“Uh- sorry. Wardrobe difficulties.” You squeaked out, glancing back at ghost who was still wearing your hot bikini bikini top, sans bottoms… which was honestly a bit disappointing. You heard Luke walk off, yelling to your sister that you were probably ‘on the throne’.

“Who is he? The Queen?” Ghost’s mechanical voice came from beneath the mask.

“Close enough.” You shrugged your shoulders and watched as he stood up to his full height, his knees cracking upon the ascent.

“Why did you take my shit Ghost? I wanted to wear that!” Whisper shouting at him while you hung the upper half of your body out the window.

“That’s why I took it.” He said plainly. “I don’t want you looking like a fucking slut out there without me around to keep other eyes off you.”

“Who the hell is gonna see me out here!? You shouldn’t have even seen me out here!” You pointed angrily.

“Shut up, I know you’re happy I’m here.” He snarled, getting right in your face, reaching up to grab your chin. “I heard you last night.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You scoffed as if you hadn’t done exactly what he was insinuating.

“I don’t want the girl who moans for me to be ogled at by some fucking frat guys.” He barked, shaking your chin and digging in his leather fingers.

You turned bright pink. You couldn’t argue with his statement. You did moan for him. Under him, over him, even without him.

“What frat guys?” You stuttered, avoiding acknowledgement to the first half of his sentence.

“Across the lake.” He pointed, flicking out his knife to gesture in their direction. “Big group of ‘em. Paid them a visit last night just to check things out, you know I worry about you.” He said in a quieter tone, bringing the blade of his knife to your bottom lip and tapping it with the flat side.

“I would’ve never known they were there if you hadn’t told me.” You narrowed your eyes, speaking carefully as the knife rested against your lip.

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “Or maybe not.”

“What’s that supposed- shit, why?” You flinched and brought your hand to your mouth touching the nick he’d left when he quickly jerked the knife away.

“So you’ll think of me when you’re yapping to some no-count bitch boy from across the way.” He snapped back. His leathered thumb came up to spread the blood across your bottom lip and past it onto your tongue.

“It’s just a bonus that you bleed so fucking pretty.” He pushed your tongue down with his thumb, rubbing the crimson liquid into the squishy muscle, then curling the same thumb behind your bottom row of teeth and shifting his cock in his jeans with his free hand.

“Clean it for me baby?” His modified voice lower than usual.

“No, use your mouth doe.” He chuckled when you reached out to grab the knife from him to rinse in the sink.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows but opened your mouth anyway. He placed the blade on your tongue and nodded at you.

“Now suck it.” He grumbled, affectionately patting your cheek twice before using two fingers to push up your chin and close your mouth around the cool steel.

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“What happened?” You sister asked, touching the scabbed line that traveled up your ass cheek and disappeared beneath your swimsuit.

“Well, I just fell.” You muttered, pulling the hem line to cover more of it. “Don’t really know what cut me but it happened a little bit ago.”

“You need to be more careful.” She shook her head, finishing up her job of rubbing in your sun tan lotion. “I swear you’re worse than my toddler.”

“Oh shut up, I am not.” You scoffed, “there’s a difference between something you don’t have any control over and choosing to shove a pebble up your nose.”

“I- that was only one time! When will you let that go?” She asked grumpily. “What am I supposed to do, carry around a fucking periscope so I can see behind me?”

“I’m not- I was kidding.” You sighed, shoving her out in front of you, making her stumble.

You clicked the lotion shut and shook it up, slamming it down on the heel of your hand before putting a generous amount in your palm. You slapped it onto her back and rubbed it in, ignoring the hissing sound she made when the wet glob of sunscreen in your palm smacked her flesh and splattered messily across her skin.

“Caleb is just… an explorer.” Lauren said, trying to make it sound better than it was.

“I never shoved anything up my nose.” Luke chimed in from behind his sunglasses, sitting up against one of the dock posts. “Lauren, you know I was an ‘explorer’.”

“No. You were a bug boy.” You snorted, looking over at him with a little smirk.

“So what? I liked… like bugs. They’re cool okay?” He grumbled waving them off.

“Remember when you had Ants on a Log with actual ants?” You giggled, Lauren crouching down as she let out a guffaw.

“I was seven!” He said defensively, crossing his arms.

“Caleb is two. He can shove a pebble up his nose and it can be excused.” Lauren snorted, catching her breath. “You were seven, you knew better. You have no room to talk.”

“Okay mom,” Luke huffed, you knew without a doubt that he was rolling his eyes behind those glasses. “At least I don’t still pick my nose.”

“Hey! Sometimes you just gotta get up in there.” Lauren pointed at him, a scowl on her face. “Don’t lie, you pick your nose. Everybody does!”

“Uh… I mean I technically pick my nose. Just with a tissue.” You said, supporting your sister in your useless argument.

“So you’re both gross then.” Luke gagged and grabbed his stomach dramatically.

“If I’m gross, so are you.” You said, getting settled on your towel. “Lauren’s right. Everyone picks their nose.”

“You’re both horrible.” He grumbled, shaking his head before standing up and lowering himself into an inner-tube so that he could float on the water.

You all had a peaceful first half of your day, it was refreshing after the hike to relax in the sunshine, letting the heat lull you into a state of calm and the opportunity to think of nothing save for the concentration of singling out different nature noises just because you could. Cicadas, the occasional grunt of a bullfrog, Whippoorwills calling out to each other in the trees, the gentling lapping of the lake against the dock.

None of the city sounds that clouded your head and made it feel cluttered.

It was cleansing, a nice reset for your mental state. Exactly what you needed, exactly what you were so happy to be here for. Now if only you could get some clarity on the difficulty you’d return to after your weekend of being at ease.

Even in peace times nothing is perfect.

The gentleness of the world you’d drifted into was being infiltrated. The distant sounds of a boat zipping through the water at much higher speed that it should’ve, especially with the water skier attached to the towline. What could make it worse? Two jet skis flanked the boat at a good distance away, though it was clear they were all in one group. Shouting and laughing like drunken fools, which you were sure they were considering the way they were behaving.

You licked your bottom lip, reminded of the small nick Ghost had left you with. These must be the ‘no-count bitch boys’ he was referring to earlier. You had to admit, he was definitely right about that. Wrong about your willingness to speak with them though.

You huffed and stood up, deciding now would be a good time to take a refreshing break in the water. The liquid enveloped your skin, the heat of the sun having beat down on you had your flesh soaking up the warmth so much that the water felt cold. In involuntary shiver tickled your spine as you swam over to Luke where he’d floated a way from the dock.

Slowly but surely the boat along with its entourage weaved its way across the water to your side of the lake, you pushed Luke’s inner-tube back toward the dock to give -them- yourself some space.

“Thanks babe.” Luke said, dipping his hand into the water and flicking it at your face.

“Hey! I was trying to be nice!” You scowled, reflexively sliding your hands beneath the tube to dump Luke out of it.

“I could’ve drowned!” He gasped as he resurfaced, taking off his sunglasses so he could wipe the water from his face and shake out his hair.

“Oh whatever, don’t be whiny.” You grinned.

“Me? You’re telling me not to whine?” Luke tossed his glasses up onto the dock and made his way toward you quickly. “All I did was flick you with water and you tried to drown me!”

“I did not!” Squealing as he lifted you up and tossed you farther into the water. How such a scrawny little guy could do such a thing was beyond you, but you had no time to contemplate.

You only had time for revenge. Squinting beneath the murky waters you made your way to Luke, hearing him call out your name in garbled syllables.

Ever since you’d known Luke, he’s had an irrational fear of the tiny possibility that there may be an alligator in any body of water. Didn’t matter how far from the wetlands of the states you were. There was always a slim chance, to him at least.

Holiday Inn pool? ‘But it’s outside, it could’ve crawled in! Will you just check it?’

Tiny dollar-store-bought blow up pool in your backyard? ‘But the creek! The creek’s back there… I’m not going in till you do.’

It got to the point that it was so severe his dad had to come up with a ‘gator gauge’ which was really just a hand-held tennis ball launcher he’d spray painted green and put a ‘gator free’ sticker on the back of so he could prove it was safe. Top-notch, high security, military grade ‘gator gauge’ that doubled as the lazy way to play fetch with their dog.

It was mean. Maybe a bit cruel… but he deserved it. So you swam behind him and put the heels of your palms together, spreading your fingers and creating jaws. You’d disappear from sight for long enough that a hypothetical alligator could’ve dragged you off and you heard Luke call out for you again.

Your lungs started to burn and you knew it was time to enact your plan. Luke stood on his tiptoes in the water, the perfect opportunity to press your fingers and nails into the muscle of his flexed calf. He screamed and thrashed about, you let him go and backed up so you could resurface. You popped up and sucked in a deep breath that turned into a choked laughing fit.

“You little bitch!” He yelled, splashing as he swam at you, pushing you under the water by your shoulders. He quickly pulled you back up and shoved your shoulder. A pink tint to his cheeks from embarrassment, he huffed and splashed a wave of water at you.

“I could’ve drowned!” You mocked him, pretending to cough.

In your short time of distraction the boat and its occupants had cut the engine and let the momentum carry them closer. The jet skis now tethered to the back, the ladder down in the water. Despite the safer option a group of five guys jumped over the side and made themselves at home in your space.

“Hey! How are you ladies?” One of them asked, completely ignoring that Luke was right there with you.

“No soliciting, thanks.” Your sister popped her head up and shook her left hand to show off her wedding ring.

“Whoa, didn’t mean anything like that!” He laughed and his friends agreed. “Just wanted to say hello, see if you guys were up for a drink.”

“I think we’re just fine.” Luke spoke up from behind you.

“I wasn’t asking you.”

“Alright, let’s go.” Sighing you turned around and swam until you were able to touch the lake bottom, walking the rest of the way to the shore.

“Hope you’re going to get some mixers.” A different guy shouted.

“Going to get a restraining order if you don’t leave.” You shot back over your shoulder, earning a round of laughs from them, the opposite of what you’d hoped for.

“C’mon. Don’t be like that! Just give us a chance. We’re good people.”

“Good at ruining my day.” Luke mumbled, following behind me and scooping up his stuff and getting ready to leave.

“You’re going? Serious?” One of them laughed.

“You came over here uninvited, you’re not entitled to our company.” You said, turning around and walking toward the house.

“That may be true but you’ve certainly made up for it by jiggling that ass.” His friends snickered and one smacked his arm.

You reminded yourself that you were here to have fun. Not to argue with a man who has half the brain capacity of a drunk squirrel.

Deciding you couldn’t let them win, you figured you’d beat them in your own way. You continued on without another word, pretending you hadn’t heard them, instead pulling out your phone and sending a simple text message.

‘You were right.’

The answer was an immediate: ‘I know.’

Diary entry: September 3rd

I hate to say I told you so. But I will.

I. Told. You. So.

I was having a great time watching you, it was reminiscent of how I used to watch you have dinner and I’d eat with you. You’re so cute and playful… I love you so much. I know that Luke is super gay, that’s not why I’m jealous. I’m not worried about that. I’m not stupid and I’m not paranoid, I know better. I’m jealous because it should’ve been me that you were playing around with.

I’m jealous cause you didn’t invite me. I’m jealous that you got to swim and I’m sitting in a tree, soaking my shirt with sweat. I’m jealous that Luke had a beer. I’m jealous that your sister took a nap. I’m jealous that those shit-for-brains tried to talk to you. (I love your sisters fucking comeback though.)

I’m jealous that they got a better look at your sweet little ass than I did too.

I’m pleased that you were so off-put by their behavior that you texted me little doe. What a very good girl you can be, but, oh so good at being bad too. You’re just like me. Maybe I’m making it worse, maybe better. I don’t know, I don’t really care either.

I’m just excited.

My little doe is feeding that flame of deviancy hanging out deep within your stomach. I knew you had it in there somewhere, gods you’re just so fucking perfect. I’ve never felt more lucky. ‘Ghost, I’ve got one more day here. What if they come back?’

What if indeed.

Men can be unpredictable. A woman is safer in a pit of snakes that being alone with a man she doesn’t know. Which is why I try so desperately to protect you especially in situations like this. That delivery guy? He seemed harmless. But I dug a bit deeper and well, he wasn’t so harmless after all.

Now, these boys might be disgusting pigs who prefer to wallow in the squalor and bask in the glory of their custom made beer can wall. They don’t deserve anything too harsh. Also; Wow. It’s amazing how they’ve managed to drink that much and none of them have been hospitalized for alcohol poisoning. But back to business, I personally don’t feel like killing anyone. I know for a fact you don’t. I also know that even if I did feel like it, I couldn’t because you’d definitely know it was me. Then what the hell would I do?

You had no good ideas. Which is not your fault, you just can’t think about these things on your own. You need guidance and that’s what I’m here for. So, I settled on something you’ve never done, I haven’t done in a long time, and it’s not technically illegal here… just heavily frowned upon. I hate their shit attitudes, they’re gross and they’ve disrespected you and that’s unacceptable. So a nice little bit of property ‘destruction’ is in order. Middle school memories, how sweet.

TP the cabin? Absolutely. Destroy their beer can wall? Definitely. Silly string their vehicles? Duh.

Fuck you before and after? Yes. Always.

Part Fifteen

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[pangeen]

" Dance of Mercury and Earth "

Evolution of an Idea:

For nearly 1,000 years, Aristotle’s view of a stationary Earth at the center of a revolving universe dominated natural philosophy.

In 1515, a Polish priest named Nicolaus Copernicus proposed that the Earth was a planet like Venus or Saturn, and that all planets circled the Sun. After that, evidence for a heliocentric solar system gradually mounted.

When Galileo pointed his telescope into the night sky in 1610, he saw for the first time in human history that moons orbited Jupiter. If Aristotle were right about all things orbiting Earth, then these moons could not exist. Galileo also observed the phases of Venus, which proved that the planet orbits the Sun.

Evolution of Orbital Mechanics:

While Copernicus rightly observed that the planets revolve around the Sun, it was Kepler who correctly defined their orbits. Kepler found that the orbits of the planets followed three laws.

1st- The planets move in an ellipse (a squashed circle) with the Sun at one focus point, offset from the center.

2nd- The area of space swept out by a planet in a given time is constant.

3rd- The period T of a planet relates to R, its semi-major axis, so that T2/R3 is a constant throughout the entire solar system.

The famous 108 in the Solar System:

Sun diameter ~ 108 Earth diameters

108 Sun diameters between the Sun and Earth

radius of the Moon = 1080 miles

diameter of the Moon = 1080 x 2 miles (2160)

10080 miles = diameter of the Earth + Diameter of the Moon

Distance from Sun to Venus = 108 million km

Diameter of Mars = 1080 x 4 miles (4320)

Orbit of Jupiter = 1080 x 4 days (4320)

Diameter of Saturn = 108000 km

Saturn’s orbit = 10800 days

These synchronicities apply to both the standard measurement system and the metric system.

// © CaptainGranit’s Planetarium

Music: Sonidos Relajantes - Dormir Relajado

[ultimatepokemontournament]

Do you think the results would be different if you mixed the generations together earlier than this? Rather than finding the best of each gen first?

Technically speaking, the only absolutely valid result from an elimination tournament is the absolute final one. You can't even find the second-place winner from the semi-finalists. (You have to run another tournament consisting of everyone who lost to the first-place winner.)

To this end:

I do think the first-place winners for each Generation are valid results*, but after the Inter-Generational Tournament is complete, w will only have 10 points of data: the best of each Generation, and the best overall. If we wanted to find the second-place Pokemon, we would have to go back to the Gen of the Inter-Gen winner, re-poll for our 2nd-place, and then return to the Inter-Gen and pit that against anyone who lost to our 1st-place winner.

So, if we really did just mix all Pokemon together, I do think that our finalists could look different! I'm sure the Generations also wouldn't be so evenly represented as they are here. I think there's also a good chance it would look different from tournament to tournament provided the seeding was different, even if the methodology is the same.

*Results are valid for this tournament and its following, and I've found over time that results are largely consistent and predictable once you have enough information (with some exceptions and prediction doesn't apply to close-matches). However, the following are potential confounding factors:

The earliest polls on this blog were voted on by a fraction of the people voting on the polls now. This could lead to a different set of results, and this does impact the tournament as it progresses.

Additionally, is my following truly representative of the Tumblr Pokemon fanbase? Or is it mostly composed of certain voting blocks?

I know for a fact that several polls had their results skewed because they were reblogged by blogs with a large fanbase. I am not sure if this necessarily invalidates though results, though

Seeding, of course, plays a strong role in what later layouts look like. (Remember, though, seeding is mostly there to keep the tournament interesting and to make the later rounds more balanced, but it shouldn't be able to invalidate a final result, provided that voting is consistent.)

Did I fail to rematch something that should have been rematched? (Notably, none of our Inter-Gen finalists ever rematched.)

(And more! But I'm afraid I have to leave right now, so I can't continue.)

[mildmagician]

San Marino🇸🇲

We like to party, but we love rock! Megara for San Marino with the song ’11:11’!🕰️💥

Megara have finally won their ticket to Eurovision representing a microstate of San Marino! The band participated in Spanish Benidorm in 2022 and even almost won it in 2023. This year they were not chosen for Benidorm 2024 and therefore the band applied to compete in Una Voce per San Marino 2024, where ’11:11’ proved to be worthy!

A pink and black aesthetic that follows the band everywhere would most likely be the main colour scheme of their performance. There were also some hints from Pablo Polo, who worked with Blanca Paloma on her Eurovision entry, that ’11:11’ has its own Eurovision revamp that will be premiered during Megara’s performance in the 2nd semi-final. 

[sariels-world-ella]

I made this a bit ago never really bothered to post it but here's a reference of Sw!Fallenswap Papyrus

Infomation down below:

Basic info:

Full Name: Papyrus Gaster

Alias: Pap, Papy, F.P (outside of AU only), The orange one, the younger Gaster brother, the taller one, Mr. Gaster, Mr. Papyrus, the one with the hat, numbskull, The Great Papyrus Gaster, Uncle Papyrus

Titles: Nurse Gaster (assumed)

Biological Sex: none

Gender: unknown if he has one but he is referred to in a masculine way

Age: 94

Birthday: November 12th 1934

Height: 5ft 8in - 6ft

Weight: 23.149 lbs

Romantic preference: Neither (aromantic)

Status: Undead/Active

Birthday: November 12th 1934

Species: Monster

Type: Undead

- Variant: Modern

- Category: Corporal

Race:Skeleton (Lichkin/half-lich)

Occupation: Nurse (formerly), Cartoonist (main job), Pasta stall vender (part-time), Artist [Sculptor/Tailor/Potter/Painter/ect.] (Part-time) substitute teacher (occasional part time job) babysitter (occasional part-time job), day care worker (occasional part time job)

Known Family: Wingding Gaster (Father). Sans C. Gaster (Older Brother), Sariel Arrus Gaster (Niece), Semi Serifs “Grandpa Semi” Gaster (Grandfather) J.A River (implied?), Toriel Dreemurr (sister-in-law), MK (Step-nephew) Frisk (Step-nibling, Legal dependent in 2nd variant of pacifist ending)

Strongest magic Attack: Karmic retribution

Strongest Physical Attack: Mutilate - Use your superior undead strength to mutilate your enemy with your bare hands, deals bleeding damage

Strongest Heal: Revive - revive a fallen/K.Oed, but not dead, ally to full HP

Powers, abilities and battle information:

Stats: Hp: 23,375 Def: 4 Att: 80

Best Battle Role: Healer.

Weapon: unarmed

Armor: none

Weapon Arsenal: War Scythe Att: 55 (a two handed halberd looking weapon, he rarely uses unless in a serious battle), Smoke Bombs Att: 0, Blasters/River Withers Att: 99 (plasma-energy blaster).

Other Armors: None

Preferred weapon type: Dual-wield or two-handed weapons

Preferred attack type: Subdue/Pacify/neutralize, Magic

Battle Check Description: “Not your enemy”

Notes: works the same as it does in Undertale, though it doesn’t seem to work on Sans when Papyrus and him sparred, this either means A.) It doesn’t work on his brother for whatever reason B.) Papyrus can choose whether or not it applies C.) it doesn’t apply in sparring matches.

- Osteokinesis

- “Karmic Retribution”

“Psionic abilities”

Description: “as an undead, he has an innate ability to learn psionic powers, (Teleportation, Telekinesis, Telepathy ect.) and have 0 cool-down and cost 0 energy (or TP for juvenile monsters). As a skeleton, he has a mastery of Telekinesis and Teleportation”

- Limited Infrared and ultraviolet light vision/detection

Description: “As an Undead, besides his enhanced hearing, he also has enhanced vision, sensitive enough to detect infrared or ultraviolet light if he wishes to. Though since Papyrus is a pacifist he doesn’t use this to track and hunt down his enemies, instead he usually uses it during hide and seek or for more practical uses”

- Clairvoyance

Description: “Papyrus has the ability to be capable of perceiving things or events in the future or beyond normal sensory contact, through either full-on visions or just sensing something is amidst. Usually able to detect someone in distress or a future or present bad event going on. He is extra sensitive to ones that relate to himself or his family, able to sense his brother getting upset about something even beyond their own universe. His Clairvoyance seems to work differently than his father’s, as it is triggered much differently and not triggered at will.”

- “Incantation speech casting”

Description: “as a Lich’s kin, aka a half-lich, he can use and learn incantations like how a lich is able to do, however his incantations have more limits, cool-downs and sometimes side-effects that it wouldn’t be if he was an actual lich.”

Notes: Dragons and fairies are the major other users of incantation shouts/spells. Papyrus seems to only use, or only can use, healing incantations of any origin, with a drawback of possibly harming himself in the process.

- “Cleansing Soul” Incantation (Dragon Origin)

Incantation: “Vokrii Zii Tol Los Horvutah Ko Vokun!” (single target ver.: “Vokrii Krent Zii!)

Translation: “Revive Souls that are trap[ped] in Darkness!” (single target Ver.: Restore Broken Soul!)

Description: a special incantation in Dovahzul that can cleanse an entity of darkness and corruption, depending on how much it is corrupted depends for how long and much it cleanses them for. If unable to fully cleanse or permanently cleanse the soul it will paralyze the target for up to 2 hours, depending on how effective it was. This holds no side effects towards himself.

- “Breath of Life” Incantation (Light origin)

Incantation: “FEKI! BLAHLAH RACKABOO WOO MEKA MEEFE”

Translation: “Friend! Say hello to life again”

Description: Call into the aether for the ability to bring life back into your allies!

Effect: Group heal, brings life back into all fallen allies, as Papyrus is Undead his defense will go down by 6% for the next 2 hours he is in his target’s presence.

- Undeath:

Description: as an undead monster, due to his Elvish ancestors being cursed (or blessed depending on who you ask) with undeath, Papyrus is immortal and immune to many mortal plights, like disease, suffocation, starvation, sleep deprivation, old age, poison, and much more but it comes with drawbacks, like a weakness to things like fire, salt and silver, and due to being a skeleton, he can only truly die in battle or if his skull is completely destroyed. Any other possible undeath ending things will just incapacitate him.”

- Revoke

Description: remove all debuffs and negative status effects from all allies, 9-turn cool down.

- Protective shield.

Description: summon a shield to protect all allies for 10 turns, all shielded allies take 80% less damage.

- “Lich Soul”

Description: as a half-lich, due to his lich parent, Papyrus possesses many passive abilities a lich has, one is to have his soul persist after death and/or live outside his body and easily become a lich if he so chooses.

Usage: makes him highly resistant to soul trapping abilities, as he can perfectly function without his soul physically in his body as if it was. Though his other passives have a wide range of uses.

- “Truesight”

Description: as a Lich’s kin, aka a half-lich, due to his lich parent, Papyrus possesses Truesight, the ability to see in darkness, into the ether, and through illusions, transmutations and invisibility.

- "Child of the Night"

Description: as an undead, he is a Child of the Night, meaning he is much stronger at night, he’s immune to all dark and black magic as well as corruption related attacks, instead absorbing it, like any undead, enough could reanimate him. However, unlike most undead he is more resilient towards the white arts, but it still would harm him though it cannot kill him, but in turn his dark abilities are much weaker.

- Chlorokinesis

- Cleanse Minds

Description: Rid all party members of EMOTIONAL debuffs

Usage: this is mainly useful to get rid of fear, dazed or nausea debuffs, though Revoke has the same effect and eliminates more different types of debuffs, Cleanse Minds doesn't have a cool down.

- Revive

Description: revive a fallen/K.Oed, but not dead, ally to full HP

- "Nerves of Steel"

Status effect: Papyrus is immune to all insanity depletion or manipulation ACTs or abilities.

Revitalize:

Description: adds the regeneration effect to self or another, regenerating 5 hp each turn for 7 turns, will deal lingering damage to a undead target (unless dark/necromantic version is used)

- Omnilingual

- Levitation

- Super Speed

- Mend Flesh (Only works on humans)

Description: Heals a single human target to full HP

- Healing prayer.

Description: Heal a single ally to half health and they take 50% less damage for 3 turns.

- Necromantic Healing

Description: heal a single undead ally or self for 20 HP

- Healing Rain

Description: calling upon the skies above, he can summon a life giving rain upon all party members, however, due to his undead nature, this hurts him in the process.

- Revive

Description: Papyrus zaps the life back into a dying/fallen down ally restoring them to full health, if they are human, Papyrus can return their life force to them, causing the human’s body to reabsorb its soul.

Rejuvenate

Description: "heal 15 HP to party members and increase their HP by 20 points for 7 turns, 8 turn cool down"

- “Ray of Sunlight”

Description: call upon the sun to fuel a damaging ray of light to strike his foe, however aftershock may damage him as well. Only works outdoors during the daytime when it’s clear and sunny.

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● Weaknesses and Vulnerabilities: silver, skull destruction, holy water, Fire, lacks a sense of touch, taste and smell, and is vulnerable to radiant damage, Light Magic, White arts, Healing Magic, Holy Magic, purity magic

● Repellents, but not necessarily weaknesses: salt, burning sage, UV light.

● Immunities: temperature, death effects, Hunger, disease, mind-affecting effects, paralysis, poison/venom, disease, sleep deprivation, stun, corruption, dark magic, black arts, possession, drowning and suffocation.

● Resistance: necrotic damage, intoxication, unaligned magic/energy attacks, fall damage, fear inducement, emotional manipulation/alteration, physical pain, exhaustion, lava, non-silver blades that are below a 5 on the Mohs Hardness Scale (as it is not sharp enough to cut bone, but it will still do impact damage to him, so a steel or iron knife would not cut him as it has a hardness scale of 4.0, but you can still beat down on him with the blunt end of the handle.)

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Behaviors when allies are KO-ed, or killed:

- Normal behavior:

He’ll raise his downed ally, (even if undead, with his necromantic healing) Papyrus is an extremely talented healer and it is very hard for any of his allies to die while on his team, but if they do die, he will focus more on his healer role and start using more stronger heals on his remaining allies, if he has no remaining allies, he will still keep fighting.

If Papyrus must flee, He will always transport as many allies with him to safety as he can.

Papyrus’ “nerves of steel” ability makes him immune to sanity depletion.

- Sans C. Gaster:

If downed: Papyrus will raise him back using necromantic healing, unless Papyrus also has low HP while there is no one else in the party, then he’ll escape and take Sans with him.

If killed: Papyrus will usually fight harder if his HP is high or flee if on low HP, however, he will refuse to abandon any other allies, if they are present.

- Wingding Gaster:

If downed: Papyrus will quickly raise him back using necromantic healing, and prioritize that over healing other allies including himself, unless Wingding tells him to do otherwise.

If killed: Papyrus will be absolutely terrified and flee no matter everyone else’s HP level or whomever is in the current party, unless Wingding tells him to do otherwise.

Other characters reactions to Papyrus getting downed or K.Oed

Chara (general reaction to allies stronger than them)

If someone stronger than Chara wasn’t enough to beat the opponent, Chara will think they probably won’t have much of a chance and they’ll flee unless the opponent is at extremely low HP or Chara is at Max HP.

If the character is downed, in this case Papyrus, depending on how scared Chara is and how easy it will be to escape with the ally, Chara may or may not leave them behind

Asgore

If downed: Asgore will take him to safety.

If Killed: Asgore will either flee out of heartbreak or fight harder in a grief filled rage. His sanity

drops to 15%

Muffet

She’ll be upset and have worse aim but will hit harder. Her sanity drops to 80%, this is also the only thing that can drop Muffet’s sanity meter.

Wingding Gaster

If downed: Wingding will revive him using “Undead revival” ability, depending on the situation he may order him to flee.

If killed: Wingding will resurrect him at some point, if Wingding feels like he may lose the fight, He’ll immediately resurrect him with the “raise dead” ability and order Papyrus to flee, if Wingding feels like he may win the fight, Wingding will kill/eliminate the target before resurrecting Papyrus. His sanity drops to 10% during the period of time his child is not resurrected. if he for whatever reason is unable to resurrect Sans/Papyrus, instead his sanity will deplete to -66666

Undyne

Undyne’s stats go up, but her sanity drops by 23%, she will only flee if on low HP alone and attacker’s HP is not under half health.

Sans

Downed: if the opponent has Low HP, Sans will finish them off. If not, Sans will flee to get Papyrus to safety.

Killed: Sans will be so horrified he’ll flee immediately, Sans will even abandon all other allies, unless Wingding is also there, then Sans will stay. if Wingding is not there, he’ll retreat to Wingding, wherever he may be. If Wingding (Papyrus dying second) is also dead, Sans’ sanity will drop to 0% instantly and he’ll flee, no matter his HP level or the opponent's.

Trivia:

Papyrus is the only adult member of the Gaster family to not have any children.

It's possible for Papyrus to become the last member of both the Gaster Family and the skeleton race entirely in certain neutral endings, which he takes with a heavy heart but is willing to accept it.

Papyrus is the youngest skeleton to exist and one of only 6 (pre-events) or 2 (current events, post Chara killing Toriel and leaving the underground, though technically Gaster didn't 100% die as his soul is still intact, he just hasn't been able to remanifist himself due to the crack in his soul gem) skeleton monsters left in existence.

- Papyrus is extremely skilled in the arts, though he is a notoriously bad singer.

- Papyrus can play multiple instruments but his favorite are the drums.

- Papyrus has the highest resistance to mind altering effects compared to the rest of his family

- Papyrus doesn’t drink alcohol nor smoke and finds it undignified also finds it pointless as he’s a skeleton

Sometimes Papyrus wants to admit Sans to a psychiatric hospital but he knows Wingding won't allow it nor will Sans go passively.

- Papyrus loves his brother very much, even though sometimes they fight and Papyrus will be a lot less negatively affected if Sans died than if it was the other way around.

- If Sans died, Papyrus would mourn him but be somewhat happy that their sibling codependency is over.

- Papyrus likes rock music the most, but enjoys all music as he believes all artforms

should be appreciated.

- Papyrus used to be a nurse but he didn't find it to be his passion, so he became a cartoonist for the newspaper instead but due how much free time he gets with that, he missed the busy workload of being a nurse, so he got multiple side jobs to keep him busy.

- Papyrus ABSOLUTELY hates being idle and always wants to be productive

F.P gets along with other alternate versions of him quite well, and seems to establish friendly relations with other AU characters as easily as he does with characters of his own.

- Papyrus is a social butterfly and makes friends quite easily

- Papyrus loves social gatherings, though hates how he has to drag his brother to them just for Sans to be a total wallflower there.

- Papyrus is still registered and licensed to practice medicine as a nurse in all Hotland Districts.

- Papyrus runs a pasta stand instead of a hotdog stand like Undertale Sans did.

- Papyrus’ shoes have his initials on them, with his left outsole having “P” and the right having “G”

- Papyrus loves to paint and do arts and crafts

- Papyrus likes to bake but he’s not good at making them taste good, though he is good at making them look pretty

- Papyrus is the first Biomancer in 500 years

- Papyrus can speak all languages

- Papyrus has a low amount of dark mana and possess light mana, which makes his undead weaknesses less prominent but inversely it also makes his undead abilities less strong

- Papyrus is a grandmaster in chess

- Papyrus is extremely emotionally and socially intelligent, more so than his relatives

- Papyrus is the strongest healer to exist however his undead status means his healing abilities hurt him in turn

- Papyrus very much rejects his dark nature instead of embracing it like Sans or just not caring about it like Wingding

- Papyrus is the most sane out of his family.

- Papyrus is usually referred to as the orange one, but it’s unknown if that’s even his

favorite color.

- Due to Sans’ history of being a hitman/assassin that works for the crown, Papyrus has a history of cleaning up after Sans, so Sans can move onto his next hit-target

- If Sw!Fallenswap had a dusttale/dustswap version of it, the Skelebros would not kill each other, they’ll just join the other in the killing spree with the mindset of “I guess this is what we are doing now”

- Despite Papyrus’ pacifist and caring nature, he is extremely desensitized to death and won’t be bothered when others die (unless it's a family member or a child) as it's "a natural part of life" and "as an immortal, it's necessary to learn to let go of any grief when others die around you"

- Papyrus was born in November of 1932, thus is 9 years younger than Sans

- Papyrus isn’t as close to his father as Sans is, but loves him just the same

- Papyrus is a lot more independent and social than Sans

- Papyrus takes a lot of traits from his Grandparent Semi.

Papyrus is a extremely strong healer though his downside is most of his heals do damage to him due to being an Undead

Papyrus has the most social relationships out of his family

Papyrus is the only explicitly right handed member of his family, with the rest being ambidextrous or left handed in Sans' case.

Papyrus is the only support battle role character in the Gaster Family, though the other Gaster members do have support abilities they aren't as plentiful.

Papyrus will occasionally wear feminine clothing even though he presents himself as masculine, usually played as a joke or him trying to be funny or to annoy people.

During the few times he does, he doesn't consider himself dressing feminine as crossdressing or drag because he isn't male nor female but a sexless entity, and thinks "if it is considered crossdressing then technically all the things [he] wear[s] is automatically crossdressing depending on how you look at it."

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

You’re welcome for the questions, got some more for you :)

1: I know puns are the duos favorite type of humor, what’s the duos least favorite type of humor?

2: I know that they are best friends but do they have a second? I can see Jake being 2nd best friends with Robert Long; in my universe that I’m still in the process of making they are 1st best friends ;)

3: what’s Jake’s & mar’is relationship with starfires sister komand’r?

4: let’s say they are allowed to use firearms, what type of guns would they use?

5: in relation to the question above, what’s your opinion about the new rocksteady game where you play task force x to kill the justice league? Imagine if instead you play as the starburst duo, superboy jon kent, & night star instead; instead of killing the league just knocking them out instead.

6: what’s something the duo does that annoys other people? In “canon” Chris does slurp his noodles very loudly.

Apologies for the delays and the lack of answering on time @pin-crusher2000

But here’s a little something I try in can make up for some lost time ;-)

1) Intense Toliet humor, Racially Charged Jokes without any tact or awareness, Shock Value Anti Humor, Overly Long Running Gags where Barely anything happens…Basically a catalogue of jokes one can find in a bad episode or Family Guy or the many knock offs of South Park. Those are the humor types that the Duo would very much like to avoid if they can help it

2) Chris’ second best friend can be either Sin Lance (adoptive daughter of Dinah Lance aka Black Canary) and/or one of his classmates from Hamilton County Middle School who can something of a Jimmy Olsen to his Clark Kent as the two are frequent partners in the school’s own newspaper.

As for Jake, while actually Robbie Long is Mar’i’s second best friend (A next Gen Wonder Twins if you may), his secondary choice for a friend goes mainly to Jasper Logan, the son of Beast Boy and Raven (created by @fireflyxrebel-writes and @hains-mae). The two had met ever since basically when they were toddlers and often stuck close to each other plenty of times in play dates and other hang outs they did.

3) Well as given much thought in many posts like these throughout my blog, the two love their Auntie Blackfire and vice versa. At this point, Kom had more or less reformed away from her villainous actions, akin to the McU Loki reformed in a way by the time of Thor Ragnorak, becoming something of a trickster ally to his brother. That applies also to Kom whom acts as that lovely Aunt who lets the kids in some crazy stories from the past and lets them have some fun behind the parnets’ backs.

4) Hmmm…..a case like this would probably entail something of an AU that has no superpowers, no capes meaning no heroes nor supervillains and the two being of the right age and properly trained to weld these weapons.

Now that’s established; Chris’ main arm would be a small carbine with a semi automatic mode of firing and bullets that can penetrate with precision.

For Jake, his main weapon of choice can be a bolt action rifle which can be fired from very far distances and has a scope that can be attached for aiming at very far away targets.

Again these are if there’s an AU that is No Capes and the Duo are registered adults who proper training and no superpowers. Its picky on my part I know but I feel it’s the best chance circumstances for this ask

5) Now That’ll be a game I’d play for a dollar and then some. If the mechanics of their superpowers are incorporated in place of the weapons and gear Task Force X uses instead and hopefully with an engaging enough story that reads like the good comics they adapt from, it’s a game I can see myself playing

Now if only hopefully it doesn’t come with a plethora of methods the Triple A game industry like to deploy to squeeze real money out of its customers including say Battle Passes, Cosmetic DLC or heaven forbid Loot Boxes

6) Maybe unintentionally on their part, Chris and Jake have a tendency to blurt out some funny voices they make when talking about other people they’ve encountered or TV shows they watched and replay in their minds when in public which certainly can get them some attention.

Otherwise besides Chris’ slurping, I can see Jake practicing some tongue twisters or popping his mouth when he’s bored at a pace and there’s nothing else to entertain himself, like say if his phone is low on battery so he’d not use it

[vivi-scera]

hey what's up! i wanted to drop in and say ur mellonear fanfic was AMAZING. easily one of the best works in the tag 💕. please please tell me ur going to write more for them. i just can't get over the amount of detail you put into it... if u don't mind talking about it... i just want to know how ur mind works pretty please 🤲

who— can you guys pls come off anon i'm begging and crying!!!

anyway THANKS SO MUCH. here i was bitching and moaning to my friends that that piece didn't turn out as well as i would've liked. can think of 2 or 3 fics off the top of my head that i love way more. but i'm so glad you liked it <333

and sad to say i am, in fact, not writing more for them <\3 i feel like i've said everything i can say about them? i mean they have like 10 lines total together how much more could i possibly extrapolate sdkjflhsf. i'm not a huge au writer tbh i pretty much only like working within canon. but you'll be happy to know i do plan on writing another death note fic (an au one though, surprisingly). just not for meronia. not telling which pairing but. near is in it trust. obvi it'll have meronia subtext.

and thank you thank you for the compliment about the details even though >.< i thought i didn't put in nearly enough. literally read that semi-canon side story in its entirety and only put in 2 things from it. and one of the things i straight up plagiarized <3 but we're gonna say i just referenced it.

i think i mostly just wanted to focus on how like childish yet mysterious they were. imagine you're kira, a functional god, and these 2 kids are running around without your knowledge trying to thwart you. you don't know what they look like, what they know about you, what they are to each other, what their names are, etc. etc. (they also represent the two halves of your would-be lover but we're not gonna go there). at the end of the day, they don't even care that much about YOU, a god (because they already had their own and well. you killed him)!! i guess i wanted to further emphasize that the stakes (for catching/stopping kira), for near & mello, weren't that high. at least,, not as high as beating each other (SO romantic). it was as if it were, as i referenced, just a game to them!! but a game sort of rigged against them, favoring the wammy industrial complex ofc. (the house always wins wink wink). but also,, it's all very tragic in the sense that they really have no other way to look at things. just child soldier things yknow.

idk there was some insane untapped story-telling potential there in the canon. the set-up sort of gave near & mello their own godhood statuses and stripped kira of his own. if i were to rewrite part 2 of death note i'd either keep it all strictly in light's pov or keep it all strictly in theirs. it did a disservice to the story/characters, imo, by attempting to keep the same dynamic/pov going from part 1. i'm not gonna lie and say the 2nd part was as good as the 1st sorryyy. because they were somewhat misutilized i never even considered the (incestuous) implications until someone ;) started posting about them ofc. then i thought about how much their dynamic reflected my personal favorite pairing of all time (knowers know) so i kind of took some preconceived notions and applied them. actually i was originally writing fic for afore-not-mentioned pairing and i'm pretty sure i just used lines from that to get started lmao.

anyway that's all i got atm. if i think of more i wanna talk about i'll write more <3 thx again for the ask!! feel free to ask more ofc ;3

[wiserodin032402]

my 21 hour long video essay on people who make ‘realistic’ D&D plugins

by someone who worked on one of said ‘realistic’ D&D plugins.

You want to play Warhammer Fantasy RPG 2nd or 4th Edition, or Symbaroum, or The Witcher RPG, or Zweihander if you’re a bootlicker. Please stop lying to yourself and making whole-ass RPGs for free.

I fucking despise D&D but please understand that mechanics exist in the way they do for a reason. It’s not a good reason, but let’s take it from the top:

1. Hit Points AKA Meat Points AKA shit morons fight over that don’t matter

HP is metric of measuring how much you can fail. In the world of D&D failing is being in melee combat.

No for real in D&D throughout the editions everything is better at melee combat than you, usually because it’s bigger, which means it has higher strength so it hits more and deals more damage. The only time this wasn’t the case was in D&D 4e because it had roles which dictated a bunch of stuff about your character so being good at something meant you picked the right role.

So your hit points measure how many times you can make mistakes, which is to say being hit and taking damage. They start off low at low levels and increase at an entirely random rate depending your edition, but hypothetically you get more so you can survive stronger encounters out in the world.

This is the part of the game that’s actually been optimized by developers so it’s like, semi-functional. It’s so fucking functional that there is a literal table for generic monsters in the DMG page 273 of the 5e PHB that will let you wing monsters on the fly (this looks awful scroll really quickly)

These are like reasonably competent numbers (though they kinda suck ass to fight) and are roughly adjusted to the DPR of the average 5e party that isn’t sandbagging. Again, only part of the game that like, functions.

But people just insist in sticking their dick in it.

Every time they either massively reduce HP, make it so there’s an alternative type of HP that also goes down that you have less of which kills you, or they just add more stuff that kills you, or they massively increase damage.

This is for the sake of ‘realism’ because ‘how are you getting better at tanking sword blows’ but nobody ever applies the ideas in reverse, like ‘how are you stabbing through full plate’ or ‘how are you hurting a creature made entirely of stone with a rapier’. Sometimes the Peter Jackson Lord of the Rings trilogy comes up, as if D&D is a game about being Tolkienesque heroes, and they all conveniently ignore the scene with the cave troll where the entire fellowship team up and beat it to death in roughly twice the time it takes for the average D&D party to carve up a similar creature.

So they want you to be able to fuck up less and take the consequences for it. The problem is that the game is founded on randomness, and especially in 5e, there’s very few ways to ‘rig’ outcomes without spells and magic. In order to make HP more ‘realistic’ there needs to be ways to avoid failing. In a game like Warhammer or GURPS you’d use cover, employ ranged combat, aim your weapons carefully, and attempt to attack from stealth or ambush your targets, aiming for vital points to deal with them swiftly. While cover exists in 5e, there are no hard stealth rules, and ambushing is a uh...

TOTAL NONSTARTER OH BOY

Which means that it’ll take up more design space (which we will cover in a bit)

Oh and nobody applies these changes to monsters for the most part, which means player characters have a bad habit of dying due to leveling up.

2. Armor Class (you are a boat)

Yeah say it with me everyone ‘this mechanic is from an obscure game about civil war ironclads and your characters are boats’. Fun fact, armor class hypothetically works in 5e and this wasn’t fucking intentional. A lot of people noticed early on that to-hit numbers as you leveled vs AC was a steady 65% hit chance, which was like super cool and modular and totally a departure from 3rd edition where numbers got big n’ stuff, which made it good, and it meant you didn’t need magic items to keep your hit rate competitive. That was called Bounded Accuracy. Bounded Accuracy is a fucking lie and you need magic items because the upper half of the monster manual will laugh you out of the room if you aren’t rocking a +15 to hit and magic weapons. Literally, it’s such a lie that it’s disproven in the PHB, since Archery Style gives a bonus to hit outside the normal hit rate.

Which leads me into the first part of why people have so much of a hard time with AC: morons give their players magic items, surprised the magic items make their players powerful. D&D has a lot of AC boosting magic items, and this is intentional, as AC is your primary defense against damage. That’s why there’s spell that gives a +5 bonus to AC on reaction. What people don’t get is if you give players a magic suit of armor, a magic shield, and a ring of deflection, that you’ve basically given them the medieval equivalent of a wearable bunker and a magic force field against anything that would harm them. You’ve made the player linearly more powerful. now instead of having an AC of 20 they have an AC of 24 and that means a lot, that’s a 40% survivability increase, and it crosses a lot of important thresholds that mean mundane people don’t stand a chance against you (not that they did anyways).

The second part of why people are morons about AC is that AC doesn’t make sense outside of an abstracted context. Dexterity (how good you are with your hands) makes you better at dodging attacks with your whole body somehow so you get an AC bonus from that, but if you wear heavy armor you also get AC from that, and that doesn’t make sense because you’re not harder to hit so much as you’re harder to hurt. Except, you know, fighting in plate is about getting your opponent to the ground (prone, which coincidentally gives advantage), grappling them, and then stabbing a bunch of tiny little gaps on their body until you do enough damage to make them stop or make them bleed out. Those gaps are coincidentally very hard to hit normally.

And you know, actually, when you get down to it, dodging is a horrible way to avoid attacks, it takes a lot of energy and is tiring, it moves you around a lot and puts you out of position often. Often you want to deflect or parry incoming attacks while attacking with your own attacks. And if those attacks get through, it’d just be better to be wearing a suit of armor that just...deflects the blows away from all those tiny narrow gaps in the armor by how the armor is built.

But anyways clearly armor class doesn’t make sense because the armor preventing my attack from getting through...wouldn’t...prevent my attack from getting through if I just hit the armor. It’s the Morrowind argument of ‘I made the models intersect why didn’t I do damage’ but in tabletop format jesus christ.

Look this guy hit dead on and did fuckall, you can see the sword fucking bending backwards because he also fucked the edge alignment.

See, funnily enough this was less abstracted in 3rd edition, since you had your total AC, your AC without your Dexterity Bonus or any other dodging based bonuses (Flatfooted) and your AC without your armor bonuses (Touch) which certain special attacks targeted but you know, babies going out with bathwater.

The reason it all works like this is so the game runs faster, by the way. Rolling to-hit vs a semi-static target number means you can run the game faster and spend less hours of your life doing the combat and more of your life roleplaying. You wouldn’t get that from how long combat usually takes but that’s because even before we had phones to be distracted by people would be playing smash bros at the session while other people did their turns. Otherwise you can get too granular with a system like this, because of all the raw factors that can go into a fight. You need a level of abstraction to keep shit snappy.

This isn’t helped by the fact that 3rd edition onward had Damage Reduction which is such a fiddly fucking mechanic that everyone immediately latches onto as a replacement for armor

3. There aren’t a bunch of other mechanics to the combat because morons rightly disliked how badly 3rd edition managed those options

3rd edition dropped the ball. I have two posts people like to give me notifications about. But tl;dr it has a whole ass system where you could do combat maneuvers in place of attacks so you could do cool shit like take a dude’s sword, stab them with it, and throw it at someone else. It just took a billion feats to get there and you needed to be high enough level that that kind of trick didn’t much matter.

So to make D&D combat more realistic you have to re-implement all the shit that was taken out and put on the Battlemaster Fighter only, but now that we have a dichotomy of ‘Fighter who identifies as being good at fighting’ (Battlemaster), ‘Fighter who identifies as being bad at D&D’ (Champion), and ‘Fighter that identifies as being good at D&D’ (Eldritch Knight), you have to re-implement these features without shitting on Battlemaster.

So in order to make the game meaningfully interesting you have to struggle to re-implement all of these mechanics

Which you aren’t gonna do or do particularly well, and it won’t fix the fact that the Wizard player will still fuck your game over a barrel and not call back the next night.

So why the fuck are we here

I’m not one to victim blame but you clicked read more.

We’re here because you should play a different fucking game if you want realism. I’m serious. Fuck like, I could summarize my entire blog with this:

I keep seeing people wasting massive amounts of design talent on a game that will not love them back, toiling away miserably trying to make a game into something it’s not. Also because D&D’s core assumptions of shit are flawed and built on horrible legacy bullshit, but that’s more shit for another post.

D&D is your bargain bin scaling fantasy game. It doesn’t do anything else:

TL;DR

[heey-i-came-for-memes]

Okay, hear me out

I have a few headcanons about Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

And I will share them with you. Because I can.

Okay. Let's start with a fact that it isn't entirely my headcanon. Because I was largely inspired by one fanfic. I can't share it, because I cannot remember which one it was. Just that the author was Vladarg. So thank (or curse) him.

The duel between Grindelwald and Dumbledore happened on November the 2nd 1945, according to Harry Potter Wiki.

And after that Grindelwald was just imprisoned. Why "just"? Well, Sirius Black was sentenced to Dementor's kiss just for the murder of three wizards and thirteen muggles. And that if we were to count James and Lily. It is obvious that in the War with Grindelwald many more people lost their lives.

So the first part of my headcanon is that it was Dumnledore who made sure for Grindelwald to just be imprisoned. Old feelings and all that.

The second part consists of two parts: one major and one less major. Let's start with the second one.

The Grindelwald (just as Voldemort) is the obvious allegory for Hitler. And in his case it is even more obvious that in Tommy's. Here similar not only the speeches of a superior race, but everything down to the clothes and hair.

So I present to you the idea that Grondelwald worked with Hitler. He did not control him. Because fuck every idea that in any sense makes Hitler less responsible for his crimes.

Then a few facts from canon:

First: Grindelwald knew about the Holocaust. He knew about it twelve (or something like that) years prior. He had the power to stop it. Especially if we remember that Rowling is an idealist (in philosophical sense) and it is her universe.

Second: In "Harry Potter and Half-Blood Prince" it is shown that British Ministry of Magic works with Prime Minister. I don't see why the same logic wouldn't apply to Germany. So even if Grindelwald didn't support Hitler from the get-go, he worked with him after he came to power.

So, my major headcanon sounds like this:

Grindelwald knew about Hitler because of his powers. But they began their semi-official cooperation only after 1933 and it lasted till Hitler's death. Therefore, wizards under Grindelwald also were involved in Germany's position. Including the War time. Including on the Eastern front.

And they were worse than non-wizards there. Because magic gives power, great and horrible at the same time.

Soviet wizards wanted Grindelwald's head.

But Dumbledore dueled him. And kept him alive.

The conclusion? Dumbledore can't come to Soviet Union, because he will be executed immedeately.

That's all for today. Tune in at some other random day for more headcanons

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[theofficersacademy]

We’re officially one month into 2023! And our first event of the year is nearing its end.

Housekeeping

Current Month in TOA: Horsebow Moon

Our mission board this month is for the Blue Lions house! Please refer to this post [link] for a list of tasks this month.

The Discord banner contest has been extended and will be accepting entries until February 17th! Please refer to the server announcement in the #officialannouncements channel for more information.

We hope everyone’s been enjoying the latest installment in the series, Fire Emblem Engage! Released on January 20th with a whole new cast of characters, the Officers Academy will be having its largest cast expansion since its creation in 2019. While we will eventually accept characters from the land of Elyos, these characters will not be available until midnight on March 1st, 2022. TOA operates on a first-come, first-served basis, so we will be processing reservations and applications in the order that they arrive in our inbox. To ensure that your message gets to us without issue, please avoid using semi-colons and colons in your reservations. Additionally, prior activity will apply for current members, so please be sure that you’ve been active enough with your existing muses before applying for an Engage muse.

Our first lore event of 2023 is set to conclude at 11:59PM EST on February 2nd! Information regarding how to claim your grand prizes will be posted then - in the meantime, don’t forget to leave feedback on our [feedback form] about your thoughts on the event (or otherwise)!

In order to make it easier for individuals to find open starters, we’d like everyone to tag their plotting/starter calls with #toa plotting. Please only use #toa open for open starters that have already been written.

Other

February Mun Birthdays: Oro (3rd), Serena (3rd), Arianna (15th), Kiki (28th)

February Muse Birthdays: Veronica (2nd), Hilda (3rd), Leif (3rd), Python (5th), Kent (13th), Alm (19th), Felix (20th), Nino (21st), Nyna (22nd), Celica (23rd), Tiki (28th), Ninian (29th)

First-year mun anniversaries this month: Envy (10th)

Third-year mun anniversaries this month: Ren (20th)

Second-year muse anniversaries this month: Soren (2nd), Julius (18th)

Muses who have been in the group for a solid year will also be granted an Academy Brooch to put in their inventory. It doesn’t do anything. It just lets others know your character has been around the block. These characters are also granted a new opportunity to change houses if they wish to do so.

- The House Leaders

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Double Dribble!

DOUBLE DRIBBLE BLOG

3X3 Basketball League 2024

The current 3X3 basketball format originated in the urban areas of the United States of America. It is a condensed for of the popular traditional full-court basketball. Its popularity propelled it into a professional sports with official rules and it is even sanctioned by the international basketball federation or FIBA.

How 3x3 basketball is different from traditional basketball?

As a condensed form of the full court basketball, the 3X3 shares a lot with the original format. The basics of ball handling and violation rules are the same. However, unlike the 5x5 game which is played on a full (28 meters x 15 meters) basketball court with two rings on both ends, the 3x3 game is played in a half court measuring 11 meters in length and 15 meters in width. It is also played with just one hoop at one end and the end line on another.

In 3x3 basketball, only one substitute is allowed on the bench. Also the ball in 3x3 is slightly smaller than the regulation ball in 5X5. Though both are 620 grams in weight, 3x3 ball is 72.39 centimeters in diameter compared to a size 7 ball of 5x5 with 73.93 centimeters in diameter. Th smaller ball allows better ball handling for the faster pace of a 3x3 game.

3x3 basketball in the Philippines!

The 3x3 basketball game popularity have reached our country. Since basketball is the most popular sports here, it is expected that this 3x3 format will also appeal basketball aficionado from appari to jolo! Both sanctioned and non-sanctioned are now being played from the dirt court of far flung towns to the modern arena of the metropolis.

And I am joining the craze!

Recently, I joined a 3x3 Basketball League sponsored by ARIZ Motor parts and UNCUT apparel.

The tournament follows the six (6) team round-robin format. The two (2) bottom teams in the team standing will be eliminated. In case of a tie, the quotient system will apply. The first two (2) teams with the most win will have a twice to beat advantage.

The semi-finals will follow a best of 3 games format.

Semi-finals Format Best of Three Games

1st in standing vs 4th in standing

2nd in standing vs 3rd in standing

And after the semi-final the finals will be played in a best of 3 games format between the top two teams emerging from the semifinals!

The six teams playing for the trophy are:

MAKAVELI (Team Green) MABALACAT CITY BALLERS (Team Blue) BLACK WARRIORS (Team Black) ONE VULCANAZING (Team Brown) TEAM BURGIS (Team Violet) NYAMAN MABIE (Team Red)

The games are scheduled every Sunday afternoon and played at the Green Meadows Subdivision Phase 1 basketball court.

I am part of the BLACK WARRIORS and I wear the number 5 Jersey in our team. So far I have made two points for our team!

The elimination games have already been played and our team made it to the semi-finals with a record of 4 wins and 1 loss. We lost only to TEAM BURGIS who topped the eliminations with a 5 wins, no loss record.

The top four teams remaining the semi-finals are 1st place TEAM BURGIS playing against 4th place MABALACAT CITY BALLERS and 2nd place BLACK WARRIORS playing against 3rd place ONE VULCANIZING.

Sadly, MAKAVELI and NYAMAN MABIE are already eliminated and will be watching on the sideline.

The semi-finals games starts this Sunday, August 11! And BLACK WARRIOR is all set to win the best of three! And I am thrilled to be in the semi-finals! Go BLACK WARRIORS!!!

Watch out for my next blog for updates of the semi-finals!

Double Dribble!!!

[busbarmachine001]

Sichuan -one -bus processor equipment quotation (Sichuan multi -station parent exhaust equipment price)

In short, the ring -type bus is used to produce a bare line machine used to produce winding circular transformers and ring coils. The circular bus is composed of three major parts: head, fixture, and seat seat, and is not the same as the flat bus. The same machine can apply different line diameters and winding systems after replacing different specifications of storage rings. Products with different internal diameters, at the same time, also have the corresponding clamping range.

The motor universal mold is a variety of molds commonly used in the molding of the motor stator coil. This type of mold is available, and there are molds that are made by users based on their own coil characteristics. The structure is simpler by mold, template, fixed It is composed of three parts and is used in the processing of motor stator coil. Equipment quotation of Sihe One Busbar machine Machinery

Each time the oil is changed, the filter should be replaced or thoroughly washed; other filters are abnormal in the machine tool or the oil quality is not clean, which should be replaced; Replacement.

Place the homeline and arrange it on the workbench. Use the slider to block the material to determine the shear size, and then press the bus to press the bus to prevent the material from raising and damaging the mold.

The applied handle is tightened and straightened when the device quotes the equipment quotation of the one -in -one parent wire processing machine. As the semi -automatic bus machine uses less and less, we will no longer introduce in detail

Set the data of the 2nd slot and enter the data (the first slot starting point+the thickness = total), and then press the "input" key to display the step as 3, that is, set the third slot starting point.

The working principle of CNC bending machine is not difficult to understand. It is to power the coil by the wire, and then generate gravitational gravity to the pressure plate, so as to achieve the clip of the plate between the plate and the base, and finally achieve the purpose of meeting the needs of various workpieces. However, the seemingly simple process requires the cooperation between each component to give full play to its due effect. If any part does not meet the requirements, the entire operation will be affected. The bending machine is a equipment composed of multiple components. The first mention is a synchronous system that contains components such as twist shafts, swing arm, joint bearing. Essence The second is the slider part. In addition to using hydraulic transmission, it is also composed of fine -tuning structures of sliders, tanks and mechanical blocks. The hydraulic pressure drives the slider up and down motion through the hydraulic pressure. Equipment quotation of Sihe One Bare Machining Machinery

Questions of the factory installation usually refer to the problems caused by the fault due to the accurate installation of the bearing in the process of the equipment in the process of equipment, and the treatment method: check the bearing gap to determine whether the bearing can be continuously used, clean related parts, and improve the sealing device to prevent foreign objects from entering the place. The secondary problem formed, the cleaning agent is used;

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17/01/2024

Movement

This is the 2nd part of the tuesday's workshop from my previous post. These are the ink paintings/drawings which I made on the day.

This was the test of my charcoal and a string technique from my previous post. I was only eperimenting with the idea here which is why the lines are not perfect in some places.

Here I started this piece by making several lines using aforementioned technique.

Then I applies indian ink using the spider leg tool from my previous post.

Next I applied indian ink to the paper using the other tool made out of textile that I had.

Lastly I drew many triangular shapes using the pastel tool also from my previous post.

This is another piece consisting of semi circles, It also added colours by using orange and green pastels which I pinned across from the original charcoal.

Here is yet another pattern which I created using that technique.

I painted a triangular shape in the middle of it using my textile tools and also drew pink lines using my pastel tool.

[dufgufrkdgh]

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무림의 실권을 놓고 정파(正派)와 사파(邪派)가 대립하고 있던 혼란의 시대. 사파 무림지존인 천마신군의 6번째 제자인 한비광은 뛰어난 경공술을 지닌 무술의 천재이지만, 천성적으로 싸움을 싫어하는 평화주의자이다. 어느 날, 우연히 남장을 한 여검객 담화린을 보고 사랑에 빠지게 되는데... 그녀는 정파최고의 고수 검황의 손녀. 이때부터 한비광의 좌충우돌 무림기행 시작되는데...*<열혈강호> 최신 연재는 '챔프D [격주간]'에서 먼저 만나보실 수 있습니다. [화별 단행본 분량 안내] | 1~35화(1~5권) | 36~70화(6~10권) | 71~105화(11~15권) | 106~140화(16~20권) | | 141~175화(21~25권) | 176~210화(26~30권) | 211~245화(31~35권) | 246~280화(36~40권) || 281~315화(41~45권) | 316~355화(46~50권) | 356~396화(51~55권) | 397~433화(56~60권) | | 434~468화(61~65권) | 469~506화(66~70권) | 507~543화(71~75권) | 544화~최신화(연재) |

The second-generation Elantra Avante (Project J2/RD) [24] was released on March 16, 1995, and was equipped with a 1.5-liter Alpha engine and a 138-horsepower 1.8-liter Beta engine.[25][26] Sepia and Espero fight fiercely with a sleek design with prominent waterdrop-shaped curves without a ra열혈강호 다시 보기 무료보기 TXT 만화책 (완결)diator grill, output and performance that does not lag behind Elantra, wide interior space [29] and stable driving feel [30] A monumental model that has risen to become the absolute No. 1 in the semi-mid-size market, and has kept the undisputed No. 1 in sales in the semi-mid-size class to열혈강호 다시 보기 무료보기 TXT 만화책 (완결) this day. Here, with a localization rate of 99.9%, it is the second fully localized model following the Accent, and is considered the best masterpiece of Hyundai Motor Company. Hyundai Motor Company made it with great care as a completely independently developed model with the Accent, and thanks to this, it received the best evaluation among all Avantes.[31][32] This video is a video showing a stunt with the Avante by the Namyang Research Institute team in 1996, and the driving skills of the development team and the fantastic d열혈강호 다시 보기 무료보기 TXT 만화책 (완결)riving of the Avante are perfect. The group acrobatic driving and drifting reminds me of the 2nd generation Isuzu Gemini CM.[33][34] As shown in this video, you can see that the durability and solid driving performance of the old Avante is not an exaggeration. As soon as it was released, it sold 3,669 units from the first day, causing a sensation, and enjoyed great popularity enough to exceed 10,000 units for the first time with a contract number of 11,600 units. In December 1995 alone, 25,232 units were sold, and in 1996, it recorded an astonishing sales volume of 192,109 units, the number 1 record in annu열혈강호 다시 보기 무료보기 TXT 만화책 (완결)al sales of a single domestic semi-mid-sized single car that has not been broken until now. As it is, it has become a byword for the semi-medium class.[37] This popularity continued not only in Korea but also abroad. In 1995, at the Moscow Motor Show, it won the grand prize by beating Japanese cars and other imported cars that are famous 열혈강호 다시 보기 무료보기 TXT 만화책 (완결)for their strong fan base and basic skills. In October of the same year, it was selected as the best car selected by Auto Moto und Sport, a German automobile magazine, and received favorable reviews from all over the world. The following year, in 1997, when Nubira appeared as a strong competitor, it slowed down a bit, but as the situation and image of Daewoo Motors deteriorated, it regained its place. At the time, it was the first in its class to be equipped with dual airbags (optional),[38] and for the first time, a 2DIN CD player with an ANTI-THEFT system[39] option was also applied to high-end specifications.[40]

The lineup consisted of three types: 1.5 GLS, GLS DLX PACK, and 1.8 GLS DLX, but in May 1996, a low-cost model, the 1.5 GL, was added, and in May 1997, the 30th anniversary of Hyundai Motor / 50th anniversary of Hyundai Group , the 50th anniversary special model [41], which was differentiated with a 5-spoke wheel and equipped with a leather gear knob and steering wheel, appeared, followed by the top-of-the-line GOLD trim, which was added in July. Wood grain was adopted, and a gold-plated Hyundai emblem, gold-plated A V A N T E lettering, and premium hu열혈강호 다시 보기 무료보기 TXT 만화책 (완결)bcaps, rear spoiler, and side molding were added to the existing special edition wheels. At that time, the car price of the GOLD trim exceeded 10 million won for the first time among semi-mid-size vehicles. Later, as limited sales of the special edition ended, the specifications appli열혈강호 다시 보기 무료보기 TXT 만화책 (완결)d to the special edition naturally moved to the DLX PACK trim as an option at the end of 1997 and continued until just before discontinuation. It was added to the driver's seat only in the special edition and gold, but it was extended to the driver's seat in the 1998 model year.

In the early days of its appearance, the eyeball-shaped brake light was also a significant issue. The curved design emphasizes femininity, and at the same time, the middle of the brake light has a structure that does not light up, because there is a reflector in its place. When viewed from a distance, it looks like a raised eyeball, so it was evaluated as a cat's eye color.