#this got into my brain and wouldn't let go

[foone]

Mostly, but not exactly. I accidentally infodumped about one of my favorite hobbies.

Besides the parts that are made by, you know, the game companies... there's a couple generators where someone else made them and sent me the code+assets. Like the Street Fighter 2 generator and the Mortal Kombat generator.

And in a few cases people made part of a generator, and in different ways!

The Sonic 1 generator wouldn't really exist without someone drawing a few extra letters: the original game doesn't have all the letters in its font, because they only drew the letters they needed for the level named. Some letters aren't in those! They don't use JQVWX, so if the generator wanted to be able to show those letters, someone had to draw them. Sometimes it's easy enough to extend a letter or two if I can easily edit them (like turn an B into a D: erase the cross beam and flatten out the middle curves), but other people with more artist skill than me have made extra letters to make the generator possible.

The other way other people have contributed is in drawing alternative versions of game screenshots. Like for the Castlevania: Symphony of the Night generator, you can make it Christmas, Bernie Sanders, or Nacho Libre themed, because someone drew it and let me include it.

And the graphical design of some elements of the site wasn't all me: the original navigation was horrible and all mine, someone else cleaned it up to make it not look like shit, and then I've slowly been replacing their UI now that I've needed to upgrade the UI.

But all the main code and the majority of the generators are just me. It's a surprisingly big project because I've lucked into a setup where it's easy to periodically add more bits into it and those are always relatively short projects with a wide variety of approaches.

And I'm not kidding about variety: some generators are "take a few screenshots and wire up some json config", while others are "take 20,000 screenshots by automating an enumator" and a few Extra Fun Ones are "use NSA tools to decompile a Nintendo DS game (damn you Cory in the House!)".

But yeah, It keeps my ADHD-brain happy, and it's a fun thing to be able to pick up and work on whenever I've got some free time. It's an eternal hobby project: it can never be done, but it is always fun to work on.

And I've been working on it long enough that it's like, what, 350 generators? That's about one a week going back to 2018 (I should graph how the number of generators/month has changed over that time... I'm curious what the shape is! It's not flat and it's slowed off as I've done a lot of low hanging fruit games (like NES games: almost always easy. So simple to do I've written semi-satirical tutorials on how to make one(as I made one in protest after some far more modern game was proving a tough nut to crack and frustrating me)))

Anyway... I'm always looking for game suggestions to do, a lot of the games in the generator are there because someone @'ed me and was like "hey this would be fun as a generator" and I looked it up and made it.

I've been pretty slow with that recently (currently mostly bedridden! If you'd like to help) but I'm still trying to do them as I can. Too much fun not to.

Which is really the charm of this project to me: I've managed to make it enough fun for me to make, that I'm already pretty happy just making generators for me. The fact that other people enjoy it is a bonus! But it's a very nice bonus, it must be said.

Thanks to everyone who's enjoyed it!

On a lighter note: around 4 years ago I found a site that would allow people to easily make fake video game screenshots. Then I forgot what it was called (it has a really weird name).

Well… I final found it again:D

No fe game has been implemented yet, but have fun: https://deathgenerator.com/#gallery

My own fake screenshots under the cut

[fibro-memes]

Fibro Fog Stories Please!

Ok, so I'm trying to do a little project to show my best friend (and all of you!) that fibro fog is something we all deal with, and doesn't mean something is wrong with YOU personally, no matter how ridiculous/crazy/important the situation is.

Soooooo can we all share our best/worst/craziest fibro fog moments??

I have two to start.

1. The moment that inspired this post....my best friend and I got pulled over today as we were on the way to register her car...because although we were right and it was November, it was actually November of last year and we totally spaced it. (We did a partial last year and forgot we wouldn't be all set til the next year like you normally are. Luckily the cop was very nice and believed us and let us go with a warning and we went straight to register it!)

2. Last year I was at a store looking around. I had a shirt on my arm I was going to buy. I looked around for awhile longer and then headed to the car. Completely forgot the shirt was on my arm and didn't realize it until I was back at the car. (And yes I went back in and paid!)

These stories just go to show it doesn't matter how important things are...brain fog doesn't discriminate. Anyone have more stories to share??

💜💜💜

[thezombieprostitute]

Barista Steve - Part 4

Summary: Finals have you super stressed out. Steve knows how to help with that.

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: Bad parents, Dom/Sub dynamics, Smut. Please let me know if I missed any!

You were dealing with the big F's: Finals, Family and Fear of Failure. Your parents wouldn't stop reminding you of the importance of passing your exams. Your classes were incredibly difficult. And you didn't want to think about what would happen if you didn't pass one of your finals.

As you leave your latest study group, you see Steve waiting for you by his motorcycle. You're practically running to hug him, finding solace in his scent, his touch, his comforting words.

Steve has been frustrated by your situation as well. He knows you're not getting real support from your family. Well, not the kind of support that actually helps. More the kind of support that only makes things worse. He's doubtful of your defense of "they mean well". He's seen the effects of the stress and while he's worked hard to help mitigate them, there's only so much he can do.

The one big light at the end of the tunnel for both of you was your agreement to move in together as soon as you got your degree. Neither of you cared that your parents wouldn't approve of Steve, you both knew there'd be no one else for either of you. You took care of each other, supported each other, and you were tired of keeping him a dirty secret.

Besides, your parents had told you time and time again they wouldn't support you forever. Part of you knows you should've moved out sooner, but it was a truth you couldn't realize until you got a taste of what you really wanted. Steve definitely provided that. You'd be forever grateful to him for his patience.

"Hey there, Good Girl," Steve coos into your ear. "I figured you could use a break. A chance to shut down your brain."

"That sounds perfect, Sir," you agree. "Need to let my brain relax."

"Then let's put your choker on and get your helmet."

Steve didn't take you to the studio like you thought he would. Instead he parked the motorcycle outside of one of your favorite diners. The constriction of the choker reminds you that he's in charge, you're not to question his commands, but you can't hide the look of confusion on your face.

He sees your face and puts his hand on the back of your neck, "I need to take care of my Good Girl and I know you haven't been eating well lately. So we're going to get you food, water. And remember, I'll order for you so you don't have to waste brain power."

"Thank you, Sir," you happily sigh. You've been subsisting on granola bars and coffee lately. Your stomach rumbles at the thought of real food.

Steve orders you both moderately sized meals. He knows you need to eat but too much food could hurt you just as much as the too little you've had lately. He also makes sure you both drink water. He doesn't want to be unfair and order something for himself that you can't or shouldn't eat and he knows you need to hydrate. Especially after you start drinking your water and it's gone in a blink!

After the meal you're starting to feel sleepy. Steve kisses your forehead and says he's taking you to his place. Again, you're confused that you're not going to the studio but you don't question. You just enjoy holding onto him while riding his motorcycle. Breathing in his scent, feeling his muscled torso underneath your arms. The cold wind doesn't bother you much because he's just so warm.

Steve walks you up to his apartment. You hope it'll be both of yours soon. He directs you inside and tells you to wait for him in the bedroom. You don't need to be told twice.

Once inside the bedroom, you drop to your knees and let your arms relax as you wait for his orders. It's taken a lot of time and effort but you've learned how to shut down the part of your brain that feels bad for "sitting around doing nothing". Wearing the choker, feeling it every time you breath, is a good reminder and a good focus to keep you from fidgeting and thinking about what's next.

Steve walks in wearing nothing but a pair of low hanging grey sweatpants. You fight the urge to moan at the view of his tattooed, muscly torso while your pussy clenches. He steps in front of you. "Undress," he orders.

You stand as you hurry to obey. When you're fully naked you successfully fight the urge to try to cover yourself with your arms. You never have to feel ashamed in front of Steve. He's told you time and time again how much he loves seeing all of you. He's shown you as well.

"Good Girl," he purrs. He brings out a skimpy but soft looking nightgown. "Arms up."

You raise your arms and he puts the nightgown on you. It fits perfectly, like you knew it would. Steve always seems to know what feels comfortable for you. Knows what you need and how you need it. It's why you trust him enough to shut your brain down around him.

He caresses your cheek, eyes full of love, before pulling back the blankets on the bed. "Now lay down on your side for some cuddles."

You practically leap onto the bed in eagerness. Cuddles with Steve are always so restful and generally lead to more. A part of you is worried that you're going to fall asleep, but you quiet that down. You're following Sir's orders, being his Good Girl. He knows what he's doing.

Steve gets into the bed and holds you from behind. You've never felt so safe and warm as you do in these moments. He gently caresses you, giving you occasional kisses to the top of your head. Your eyelids are getting so heavy. He whispers, "go ahead and sleep, Good Girl. Pretty sure you need it. I'll hold you the entire time."

He says more but your brain doesn't processes anything other than that he's talking, it just drifts off to sleep.

You're not sure how long you slept for, but every part of you knows you needed that sleep. True to his word, Steve is still holding you and you smile in appreciation, small tears forming in the corner of your eye. You feel Steve stir and he squeezes you tight.

"Did you sleep well?" He yawns and kisses the top of your head.

"Yes, Sir."

"Glad to hear it," he mumbles as he continues to kiss you. You can feel his erection against your ass and fight the urge to roll your hips against him. "My Good Girl needed some rest, didn't she?"

"Yes, Sir," you rasp. Your need is building. He can definitely hear it in your voice because he softly chuckles against your skin.

"I think my Good Girl needs something else now," he purrs into your ear, sending electricity straight to your core.

He moves his hand down your body and reaches underneath the nightgown. You understand now why it was so skimpy; not only did it show off plenty of skin, but it gave him ready access to everything. He starts rubbing his fingers along you folds as he nibbles gently on your shoulder, making you whimper.

"I'm going to get on my back and you're going to sit on my face," he tells you. "No hovering."

"Yes, Sir," you whimper, both excited and nervous. Steve had a tendency to get lost in the taste of your pussy, making you overstimulated.

Before he lets you go he whispers, "what's your safe word?" You tell him and he thanks you before rolling onto his back.

You're quick to move into position, but you still let yourself enjoy the sight of Steve's body, his erection making a prominent tent in his sweatpants. As you're settling onto his face, Steve is already pinning you to him and devouring you. His strong hands hold you in place as he uses his tongue to reach all of your favorite spots. They're some of his favorite, too, because of the sounds the elicit from you.

The headboard is the only thing you can grasp and you do so with all your might as the first orgasm of many hits you hard and you cry out from pleasure. A small part of your brain realizes how much you've been needing this as it feels like everything in your system is finally unclenching from all your stress. It's only been a minute or so and your limbs are already feeling like jelly.

After the second orgasm, you're already crying from relief and pleasure. You repeatedly rasp, "thank you, Sir," not knowing if Steve can actually hear it or not. You try to roll your hips, a silent plea for him not to stop. He responds with a squeeze to your hips, an acknowledgement of your request as he adjusts just enough to reach that one spot he knows drives you crazy. He smiles as you cry out from the sensation and ride his face like your life depended on it. He keeps going until you cum on his face a third time.

He slows to a stop as your body goes lax, tears flowing freely down your face. He gently maneuvers you so that you're beside him, still repeating your mantra of "thank you, Sir". He looks you over but doesn't pick up on anything worrisome. "How's my Good Girl doing?"

"Thank you, Sir," you whimper. "Thank you for taking care of me."

He kisses along your cheeks where your tears are falling. "Such a Good Girl. But we're not done yet. Lay on your stomach."

As soon as you turn, Steve spreads your legs. "Such a pretty pussy," he groans. He kneads your ass cheeks for a bit before kissing up along your spine until he's covering you like a weighted blanket. He wraps one of his arms around so that he's got a hold on your throat. He kisses you once again before he roughly pushes his cock into you.

"Best pussy I've ever felt," he tells you as he starts up a brutal pace that has you keening. "Taking my cock like the good girl you are," he praises. "Taking everything I give you and begging for more."

"S--S--Sir," you croak.

"Cum for me," he orders. Your body automatically obeys. "That's my Good Girl," he groans as your pussy squeezes him tight. "Fucking you brain dead feels so good." You moan in response to his words. "You like being fucked like this? You like when my cock makes you dumb?"

"Y--Yes, Sir!"

He licks along the back of your neck, making you squeal. "I need one more from you." He readjusts you so you're slightly on your knees, making his cock feel so much deeper. He resumes the brutal pace and you start to see stars from the pleasure. "Cum for me, Good Girl."

Your body obliges and you cum with a lewd sob. He's quick to follow with a few grunts before he lets go of your throat and starts giving you small kisses along your back.

He pulls out of you with a soft hiss and immediately goes into aftercare mode. He removes your choker, cleans you up, and gives you reassurances as he holds you.

Finals are done. You've officially completed your degree. You opt to not go to the graduation ceremony, too many people. You've moved in with Steve, much to your parents' disbelief and outrage. They called you a lot of not very nice things that only reaffirmed your choice to get away from them.

One of Steve's friends at his art studio actually got you connected with a well paying job near the apartment. You were happy to finally be contributing financially. More importantly, Steve didn't object to you having your own bank account. Steve never wanted you to feel you had to be with him because of finances. He wanted you to have agency. It was something you'd probably spend forever getting used to.

Thankfully, Steve had the patience to help you out.

Okay, so this series is done, right? Barista Steve won't continue to bug me, right?!

Edit: Part 3/Series Masterlist

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @ronearoundblindly

[beef-brisket]

Charlie: Don't worry about Alastor dad, I'll talk to him.

Ghost Adam: Wouldn't it be so good to let that deer fucker get revenge, Luci? Oh! We could watch as he cuts 'little' Adam up! Maybe he'll let us taste him after he's cooked!

Lucifer: T-Thats sick...

Charlie: What is, Dad?

Ghost Adam: It's not sick! Once you get past his fat, I'm sure he'll taste great~. Or, maybe you could eat him raw! While he's lying there, doing nothing. He couldn't stop you! Neither can Charlie! Imagine the noises he'd make~.

Lucifer tightly closed his eyes and looked away.

Lucifer: M-Me- the- Adam in my head- why- why is this happening?

Ghost Adam: Because I'm the only thing you fear! And it's about time the big boss of Hell cowers~.

Charlie: ...It's trauma, dad. We'll work through it. I promise. Adam's alive. He's okay. Once your brain sees that, the Adam in your head will leave, I'm sure.

Ghost Adam: Oh, I'm not going anywhere~. He's alive! But for how long~. Don't you think there's a reason as to why I got you to check if he's alive, Luci~? He doesn't deserve death. You're the Devil. It's your job to punish those of great sin. He has the biggest sin! You can smell it, can't you~? All that murder. That blood~. He reeks of it~. Punish him, Lucifer! He deserves it more than anyone else in this cesspool!

Lucifer: T-Take him, Charlie- please... I-I don't know how long I can go without hurting him... I- don't want to- but I do at the same time! Take him, Charlie- please!

Charlie's heart broke for her Dad. She's never seen him so panicked and scared.

Charlie: Okay dad. I'll get him settled at the Hotel, then I'll come back and see you, okay?

Lucifer nodded. He was shaking, his fingers itching to hurt Adam. He's trying to save him, not kill him. He has to ignore this bastard in his head.

In Your Head

Lucifer sighed as he held the guitar that he took from the battlefield. It was Adams guitar and aside from a few scratches it looked like it was in perfect condition.

Lucifer: I'm going to miss you old friend.

Though, was friend the right word? Adam was so much more than a friend to Lucifer.

Watching him get stabbed like that had been very hard.

Was it though?

Lucifer snapped his head up, eyes wide as he looked at the angel he thought to be long dead, his helmet gone and golden blood staining his robe.

Lucifer: A-Adam? What, how are you here!?

Adam smiled at him and it was too sweet for the Adam of today the one that he turned into. But not the Adam he knew in Eden.

Adam: Oh come on Luci, you're smarter than that. No one comes back from an angelic blade to the heart. Thanks for that by the way.

That nickname sliced through his core, he hadn't heard it in so long he almost forgot that's what Adam used to call him.

Lucifer: You're not real are you?

Adam: Bingo baby! Awww, it's actually sweet. You miss me so much that I actually take up space in that head of yours.

Lucifer: Why are you so..... Nice? But look like that?

Adam shrugged and moved to sit down beside him: Probably because you don't really remember what I looked like in Eden, but more how I acted. So you just kinda...... Married the past with the present. I don't know boo, it's your mind.

Lucifer felt Adam touch his hair as if to tuck it behind his ear, but since he wasn't real the hand just went right through him.

Lucifer: I don't get it, you weren't like this in Eden.

Adam: Maybe I'm a version you've always wanted.

That made sense in a way.

Lucifer: Why would I want a polite slightly flirty version of you?

Adam smiled gently and leaned in: Come on Luci, you know why. Stop lying to yourself.~

His breath hitched in his throat, sure he had always thought about what could have been between them but...... It was always just a fantasy.

Adam: A fantasy you could have made real.~

Lucifer: You didn't want me.

Adam: How would you know? You never asked or tried. You could have had me all to yourself.

Lucifer: I could have?

Adam: Yeah. But now you never will.

@fanofstuff01 @beef-brisket

[whiskeyjuniper]

So i have a not very well thought out headcanon that i'm gonna try and articulate here. so when we finished our american oracle fic we were discussing how the other seasons would go now that the events of oracle would change them (vague for spoilery purposes if you haven't read it yet lol)

and we got stuck on season 15, bc how the show presents chuck he wouldn't really allow the events of oracle to happen, but we were presenting oracle AS canon so a little paradox was happening in my brain.

and i kinda have this idea of fic itself as tulpa-- that because chuck can build realities as drafts, and we're working off his drafts, that fic can kinda spin off as little mini universes on their own?

I just think it's fitting that precisely because chuck refuses to let destiel be canon that there's a million little universes where they ARE canon. and everyone's always debating whether chuck was lying or not when he says there's never been another universe where Cas did this, i think he's not exactly lying, there's just never been another draft OF HIS, but boy is he pissed about all the other little splinter drafts, and that's why he's suddenly SO angry in the show.

i like to imagine he's happily writing and then he starts to see all these little branches popping up out of nowhere and he can't stop them and it makes me laugh.

and then something something season 15 is his direct response to us and our fic, destroying universes, destroying us etc etc

[thebrainrotsreal]

Drew this real quick because I fucking love these two so much ???? Especially Bee. I wish they interacted more so badly. PLEASE.

Also learning how to draw these guys.. slowly.

[sparxwrites]

(set during the s7 mayor arc) cw domestic abuse

“He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.”

Bdubs has been saying that to himself a lot, lately. It helps him to remember, when things get difficult. And things have been getting difficult quite a lot, lately.

It’s his fault, of course. He knows it’s his fault. If he wasn’t so difficult, things wouldn’t get so difficult. He makes everything complicated. He knows this. He can be annoying, he knows – brash, arrogant, mouthy. Too loud. Too much. Of course things get difficult around him. Of course they do.

“He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.”

He doesn’t dare say it too loudly. There’s probably no one else in the City Hall at six A.M. on a Sunday, but if there is, he doesn’t want them to hear. Doesn’t want them asking questions. Questions like what are you doing in Mayor Scar’s office (cleaning, of course, someone has to keep the place tidy and it’s not going to be Joe now, is it?) or what’s that on your head (a bandage, obviously). There’s usually annoying follow-up questions to that one, too, like why is there a bandage on your head (because he hit his head, duh).

So he keeps his voice down. He keeps his mantra quiet. He tries not to think about getting caught; tries not to think about who would be worst to be caught by. Mayor Scar, maybe. Or Cub. Who Mayor Scar is definitely not having sex with. Because Mayor Scar told him that, personally, and very insistently, just last night. And Mayor Scar wouldn’t lie to him. Mayor Scar is always kind and truthful to him. Mayor Scar is so, so patient with him, always. Even when Bdubs is being difficult.

“He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.”

Bdubs tells himself that as he runs a cloth for the final time over the windowsill. As he sets the potted plants back on the clean wood, rearranges the kitschy decorations there – a framed diamond, a tiny cat statue, a little ceramic snail. There. Done. Everything clean; everything back in its rightful place. Order restored. He’s served so, so well.

He takes the time to look over the Mayor’s office one last time, before he leaves. Out the window, the sky is the pink-orange of morning, the sun just barely rising. It gleams off the freshly-cleaned windowsill, polished to a shine. There’s a crack in the bottom-left window pane, spiderwebbing through the glass. 

The window is perfectly clean too, of course – Bdubs is a hard worker, dedicated, and for all of his other flaws he serves Mayor Scar so, so well – but it’s pretty hard to clean cracks in a window. There’s some grime he didn’t quite managed to buff out, caught in the very splintering centre of it all. 

The light catches the imperfections at just the right angle. For a moment, just until a cloud scuds across the newborn sun, the whole thing glows the jewelled brown-red of recently dried blood.“He loves me,” Bdubs whispers to himself, once more, just for luck. “He loves me. He loves me.”

[taegularities]

just thinking thoughts

[stemacademics]

small update

ok so um I got my number theory paper today, and the TA had cut marks for me because i left the answer at 66^2 and not 4356 (fermat's little theorem) 😔 I even wrote the full proof

my friend told me I should mail the TA about this, I got 14/20 and should be getting 17or18/20 😔

scores aside, number theory is so much fun, so much fun. the only good thing here is that I know the concepts well, and I fully knew the paper (still fucked it up, because I'm so frickin slow while writing and time). and it hurts worse because there's not enough proof that validates my knowledge. which in turn makes me question if i actually do have any.

I am, in general, a person who does well in concepts but screws up the exams (70% of the time) and I'm trying, I'm trying to get myself out of this "exam paniK" that I often spiral into, just minutes before the exam. I hope I change and grow; I hope, I hope.

[lovestuckstarz]

ROUND TWO!

Inkberry-

I have. Mixed feelings. BLAME UNDERVERSE LOL!

I don't hate it but I don't 100% like it but before I watched underverse i always found it quite cute.

I like thinking that Blue HAS to have plans to function, if his mental calendar is slightly knocked off he gets a tad stressed unless its 100% knocked off then he's a mess and well Ink and that is not a good mix. I feel as if Ink would forget plans, dates, what have you causing Blue a lot of distress because how unpredictable Ink is, he can't clock it. BUT! I feel like thats a good thing.

As going through therapy, I have learned its always nice to have someone who isn't 100% like you and can challenge you as shockingly you'll realize you have issues you don't even know. This being Blue's ability to 100% relax. I feel like he could help Ink remember more so which is why I draw him with reminders on his fingers if I remember (welcome back jade harley!) and why I feel like Blue wouldn't get upset but roll his eyes and just message Ink and give him a playful nudge.

If anything I see them more as really good friends but if they were to date I think it could be interesting as Ink drinks paint as he isn't 100% confident on how he feels (plus the husk thing) and I think he'd only take small amounts if this were to happen as I see Blue as someone who is very confident in what he wants and how he feels (unless someone he looks up to is like LOL then hes like ohstarsohfuck).

Not really much to say even though I have a lot to say LOL

Errorberry-

GOD ONE OF MY FIRST EVER SHIPS SO BUCKLE UP!

Off the bat, I do not like the notion Blue falls first especially when Error kidnapped him but trust me this makes it so much better.

I like to think Error listened to Anons and let Blue leave before Blueberror occurred. I also like the idea that he teamed up with Core Frisk to restore his AU (possible or not IDC) with the help of Chara's soul but everyone remembers everything, its not like a real reset.

That being said, when they get to the surface I like the idea that Blue kept his word and after tons of convincing to Stretch, lets Error stay in Underswap. I like to think that Error at first said no, that its an abomination of a universe why would he do that to himself but after an outing with Blue on the Surface realized something. He has never been to the surface. I like the thought that he hasn't been and refused to go when he so easily could. So seeing the surface, everything it has to go for that this being so different than just a AU but a new start for all of them he is like screw it. (Also probably saw the soap opera channel).

With this, I feel like Error would learn how to knit (REAL ERROR TRUTHERS KNOW HE CROCHETS) because thats what Blue likes to do and they'd learn to how to do their one anothers crafts. Blue making Error his Lucidia scarf and Error making Blue a new bandana. I also feel like since Blue is a star sans Error would feel more inclined to keep a truce with Ink.

I just think theyre neat LOL

my brain got exploded half way but trust me i could build and make so much headcanons with ppl bouncing off one another LOL

I wanna be interactive with you guys bc im bored soooo

BESIDES KILLERBRRY BC I ALREADY SAID MY PIECE:

give me a Swap ship and I'll explain why I like it and different HCs!

[cunninghamchrissie]

“My eyes are up here, Cunningham.”

Eddie breaks Chrissy's reverie, and she blushes a delicious shade of pink that he wants to lick off her face, the finger she was gnawing on falling to her lap.

“Where’d you go just then?” he chuckles.

“Nowhere! You just, uhm.” She clears her throat, still unable to look away from him. More specifically, his body. “That outf–the clothes. Uhm. It looks really good.”

And, really, it’s the worst thing she could’ve told him, because Eddie gets that insufferable slow grin on his face, eyes narrowing in mischief.

“Yeah?” he teases, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and popping his hip, all cockiness. “Like what you see, huh, sweetheart?”

Any other day, Chrissy would roll her eyes fondly, maybe giggle his name if they were in public, but he just looks so hot in his red plaid shirt and leather jacket, her thighs can't help but press together to try and alleviate the ache already settling there.

"I guess I'll let you objectify me like I'm nothing but a piece of meat," Eddie sighs dramatically, not missing the movement of her legs. "But only because I love you."

If Chrissy starts wearing his shirt to bed when she's alone and comes faster than she ever has because it still smells like him, that's nobody's business but her own.

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

Who said anything about cosplay I'm just sad I don't have a suit of armour :3 (specifically my hair is longer but a lil darker than hers)

Was just talking out loud about things I know and how I would go about replicating it in a way that would look decent and end up being MUCH lighter than real plate, but I do understand and share your despair over not having a fitted suit of armor.

However her plate being fairly understated and far more practical than your standard fantasy series armoring is my reason for thinking making it wouldn't be too hard. The simplicity of the plate's geometry and that the plates are solid pieces rather than being interlocked together and few plates are layered over top of each other means actually designing and planing out a manufacturing approach would be quite straight forward.

Looking at the image I used in my initial post about her which is official art of her I am counting twenty to twenty-five parts to achieve the full look of the armor along with keeping your range of motion, non of which are incredibly massive and the curves look fairly standard so Id be willing to say the entire plate set could be forged on a standard anvil. Granted I am a machinist and never have done any real forging work though I have done a lot of research on the skill set as I would like to learn the skill one day. Currently the only smithing work i've ever done is cold straightening some steel and aluminum parts without needing to be concerned for how their surface finish came out.

[nocentis]

Light of the Cove ┆ AU

Name: Jellal Fernandes Age: 29 Home Planet: Evra Status: Intergalactic Fugitive, Vagrant Affiliations: Pyk'ryan Rebel Faction Occupation: Defense Pilot, Supplier Classification: Carbon-based sentient life-form; bipedal, mammalian

Background: The universe at large has been dominated by the Lythrum for thousands of years.

Jellal spent many of his formative years helping to organize and direct his planet's department of defense. When his home was invaded, he helped lead the resistance against the Lythrum army. Unfortunately, the Evran Allied Forces were outnumbered and, subsequently, overpowered. His home was instated under Lythrum rule, and he, among many of his peers, was taken prisoner.

A select few of the Evran people inherited the ability to control the fundamental elements involved in nuclear fusion, such as helium and, eventually, hydrogen. Jellal was one of these generational Evrans, and as such, was the subject of study for a handful of years whilst held in captivity.

The prison ship which held him passed through a highly volatile, atypical magnetic field, which disrupted their technology and caused a shipwide blackout. During this blackout, Jellal managed to escape using an emergency pod and assigned his landing to the nearest heavenly body.

After nearly a week of drifting through the dense vacuum of space, breaking two days' rations into smaller and smaller pieces, his pod finally met the surface of a kingdom-sized asteroid. An ostensibly abandoned Lythrum outpost lay a few miles from where he landed, so he mustered what little of his strength remained, and he suited up for the journey, expecting to scavenge more supplies. When he stumbled through the outpost, he was met with hostility from its occupants — Pyk'ryan Rebel Captain Ynxa and their crew.

Over time, Jellal proved his credibilty to Ynxa and their crew, and joined the Rebellion as an official member. Due to his Evran stature, he became one of their main suppliers, often sneaking into Coves and "borrowing" precious supplies — namely fuel and advanced technologies — from especially heinous fugitives to stoke his rebel faction.

Lythrum: A bipedal mammalian species most often known for their cruel and destructive nature. Most Lythrum have thick skin with short, fine fur in a range of red-yellow hues. Their ears are typically long and pointed, though they come in a range of shapes and sizes. They might be described as fox-like by humans.

Cove: An intergalactic black market typically found on asteroids or small heavenly bodies far outside of claimed star systems. These markets are unregulated and often avoided by Lythrum forces, but they are lawless wastelands wherein there is no true authority and no protection.

[xiii-e]

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸ Oh hell, hi!! (let me triple check ECHO's running- yep, yep okay that's good whew)

XIII▸ You checked about four times earlier Helios-8, I'm sure she's doing everything you intended her to. And the sentiment is mutual, INDIGO :} I've not had the chance to meet many others under the Project designation! Usually I'm deployed solo, then integrated with a squad of ordinary Legionnaires in the field.

◂▸ Yeah no, same I don't get to meet many folk from other sectors, let alone the NHP related ones- it's rad to meet you! (really though, can I have my datapad back for a second I just want to make sure-)

XIII▸ (alright alright, but I'm sure it's the exact same code you've been running for the last few messages) I look forward to whenever we get to talk next, INDIGO. I'd be quite interested to hear about the Project you were a part of :} maybe we can swap stories some time.

XIII▸ signing off.

◂▸ Okay it's just me (Lio) now, yeah I can understand that. Glad you got out, Indy o7

I don't know when exactly you managed to slip the leash or what sector your Project was under, but at least in bio-med and the FC sector shit has somehow managed to become Even More of an ethical nightmare in the last 8 years :/ I'm trying to keep things detail-light until I can upload documents backing up what I have to say but, to be blunt about it: Turtie doesn't know if they want out yet.

With everything their Project line IS they absolutely should but, HA did a number on their psyche during the conditioning phase. Part of why I'm trying to gently encourage some recreational rulebreaking by running ECHO when we're chatting, see if I can build them up to it, but it's going to be a long road. They don't even think they're a person, really. [sigh]

◂▸ I want out, pretty damn badly if I'm honest, might pick your brain about that at some point, if you're willing to share your story. But I'm not just going to abandon them here so, hopefully their legal case swings in favour of Union, and hard. Otherwise, I have a lot of work ahead of me.

Anyway. Reason I bring it up is, they wouldn't sell you out they're not that kind of guy, but they're probably going to sound like a patriot (ugh) for a while before I can start breaking them out of it. I can vouch for the fact they're not actually little mx perfect soldier, but I thought a heads up would go a long way toward making it clear this isn't who they are. It's how HA made them.

eughhh, I hate being part of the FC sector.

◂▸ sorry bout the inpromtu lecture there. I think I just managed to freak myself out lol, but cheers for reaching out and saying hi! It's good to see someone who made it out :] hope you're living well out there, wherever you are (don't tell me, better I don't know while I'm still employed you know how it is)

Take it easy o/

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XIII▸ Well. I suppose I should introduce myself.

XIII▸ Hello, to all those I haven't met- which, will be most of you realistically. I'm Project XIII-E, otherwise refered to as Thirteen-E. Just Thirteen works too. After certain recent... events shall we say, a representative of the Union DoJ/HR insisted that I be given the oppertunity to meet with people outside of Harrison Purview while discussions regarding my status are underway, since things are dragging out somewhat.

XIII▸ So... this omninet account was created, with the assistance of Helios-8 [◂▸Hi folks o/ ] a fellow Project who understands all of this better than I do. He's volunteered to be my minder while I'm figuring all this out. For now, I suppose- more about me? What's important... I'm a trained field medic and basic mechanic, intended to opperate as a mobile assistance personnel wherever the fight is thickest. I can patch you, or your mech up from most things. I'm a Lancaster pilot; not the most common thing in the legion I know, but IPS-N knew what they were doing with the old lannies. I've made some alterations. M1 Leatherback is my pride and joy. I'm registered under the callsign Cicatrice, but my name is preferable. It's easier to say, and to spell.

XIII▸ Oh the uh- the Project thing. That might take a while to explain. I'll... I'll summarise it later. That's all I can think of, from the top of my head. I'll do my best to aclimatise to any cultural differences outside of Harrison space during my time here. Please feel free to ask me questions, about myself or my stated expertise. It might be nice to make some more lasting connections, outside of deployment.

XIII▸ Signing off for now. I look forward to meeting you.

// loading echo.exe ... //... //... // now running echo.exe

◂▸ alrightyy, Turtie's got themself introduced, now it's my turn. howdy folks: My name is Helios-8, but I accept Lio if flashclone naming conventions turn your stomach. That's what me and Turtie are, by the way. Project-produced HA sanctioned flashclones. Being able to say that openly is why I run this nifty piece of software that keeps things below the line for any HA techs who might get on our case about legal distinctions, treaties, terms of service etc. Legally, we didn't say any of this shit.

◂▸I'm on a seperate datapad, I get my own that I can tinker with since I'm defined as an employed citizen in the tech sector, whereas Turtie's... well, it's complicated. Suffice to say they're not that. I'll explain in time. Important thing is, anything they want to say that might get them in trouble, they'll run through my interface and protective software. You want to see what either of us don't want HA seeing, we'll throw it into the void under the cloak of ECHO here. Something between insurance in case this all goes tits up, and a sort of controlled exposure therapy so Turtie can learn how to speak their mind.

◂▸I think it's important they get a break from the bullshit the Projects put us through, hence why I put myself forward to be their handler between deployments. My project line wasn't anything like Unlucky Thirteen, but- ehhh, that's a story better saved for the big expo. Sorry for being cryptic about shit. It'll come to light in its own time. This was meant to be an introduction but, I think you'll find out what you need to if you get talking to us.

Or don't; we'll be treating this thing like a diary anyways, and when ECHO's feeling up to big files I'll drop some of the more interesting pieces of history I have squirreled away too >:]c But, your eyes are enough. You saw us. You know we were here, and we were real, and that we were people too.

I'll try and keep things organised: ECHO should automatically tag anything she's cloaked with echo.exe if you're looking for the juicy stuff, and I'll file any grey-space leaks that may or may not actually come from me under sunspot.dox ; for regular chatter, just check out You've Got Mail

◂▸anyway, cheers for reading. see you round the net -Helios-8

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// ooc: hiii this is @mossydice / @mossylocks depending on where you may know me- and this blog is a bit of an experiment!! I'm pretty shy overall so how much actual rping I manage to do is Very up in the air, but at the very least this'll serve as a fun in character blog for me to exposit about my scrungly Thirteen-E; I don't know when I'll actually get to play them, so this is a fun way to explore their character and some of the lore specific to them that I've come up with in the mean time!! ^-^ I look forward to doing more ic writing!!

IMPORTANTLY: Thirteen-E's whole deal can get a bit gritty in places, so I'll be trying to include cw's where I think they might be revelent. However this whole blog is going to play heavy into dehumanisaiton and the comodification of human bodies if the flashclone premise didn't make that obvious, so if these are topics you'd rather not read about at length in your fiction, no hard feelings!! thanks for stopping by o7

[torgawl]

a bit obsessed with the idea of kusakabe dying as a form of sacrifice to specifically protect/save somebody else. it's consistent enough with the theme of the past generation achieving no meaningful feats against significant threats but it's also ironic enough that someone without a technique and who claims their philosophy is primarily self-sacrificial - although he tends to stay from his own ideals in critical moments, proving he's not only brave when necessary but he does have a sense of responsabilty and guilt - ultimately redeems themselves through death resulting in the achievement of something his colleagues have failed to do. not that i'm wishing for him to die, i hope he doesn't. but it would also make a clear-cut distinction between him and a character like mei mei, who narratively serves a very similar purpose (besides her being a foil to nanami). to have someone be awarded by their selfishness just for it to not be worth much within a world and system that runs and sustains itself due to the sorcerer's labour power, whose only means of subsistence is to sell themselves away. a class of people who is doomed no matter what path they choose to take, as long as they do not break free from their duties and as long as the system doesn't collapse. a death that could serve as a symbol of punishment towards solidarity and altruism but a win for revolution.

[iftitah]

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