#time the 50 gal came in

[swagging-back-to]

im actually floored by how well the girls are getting along. they're all running on the wheel together and just napping. they are literally so chill together rn it's insane

[fandomnerd9602]

Scarlet Proposal

Wanda Maximoff x Spider-Man!Reader

a Scarlet Webs story

Life was looking pretty good for you, your universe’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. You had the love of your life, two amazing baby boys.

Not too bad for a guy bitten by a genetically engineered spider. But something was eating at you.

You found yourself looking into a pawn shop’s window one day, a diamond ring caught your eye. You loved Wanda. You wanted her to be all yours and for you to be all hers.

Tony put a stop to that as soon as he saw which ring you wanted to get her.

“Absolutely not, Web-Head!” He argued.

“Why not? I love her, she loves me, she blessed me with two beautiful babies”

He held up his own credit card and handed it to you, “go to an actual jeweler’s store. Keep love alive”

“Thanks Mr Stark” you quickly gave him a hug and ran off.

Later that night you arrived at your childhood home and yours and Wanda’s home.

Wanda was so happy to have this. All of this. You. Her little boys. A home in Queens with a kitchen full of dishes and a fridge full of food.

Wanda had an oldies song playing on the little radio in the living room. You and her had redecorated the house to have a modern 50s kind of vibe. It was perfect in her mind.

Wanda was cleaning dishes, just enjoying the peace afforded to her. And then came the sound of whining coming from the living room.

Wanda walked in to find her boys fussing in their little play pen. Barely three months old and they had a lot to say.

“Oh detkas,” Wanda whispers as she kneels down to pick both her boys up. She carefully levitates them into her arms.

“My Billy. My Tommy.” She looks in their eyes with nothing but love and adoration. “Did you have a nightmare? It’s okay. Momma is here now and Poppa will be home soon too”

She began to sing a little Sokovian lullaby to them. In truth it was also a protection spell over them. She learned a couple things from studying with your universe’s Doctor Strange.

As the song came to its end, the young witch kissed both their heads, “I love you so much”

“You got a voice the angels would be jealous of” you smiled at your gal as you came in thru the back window.

“Welcome home, detka” Wanda giggles as she walks up and kisses you softly. Her lips were like touching heaven itself.

“You made it a home,” you respond. “And that’s all I could ever want. You’re all I ever want”

“Yes” she replies

“Huh?”

Wanda giggles, “your mind races when you’re nervous, detka. But please, do it!”

You chuckle before getting on one knee and bringing out a diamond ring.

“Wanda, my Scarlet Witch, I love you so much. You made my life infinitely better. You made my house, a home. You blessed me with your presence and two wonderful children. And all I wanna do is spend my life making you smile. Wanda, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” She says thru her tears, “yes! A thousand times yes!!”

You slide the ring on Wanda’s finger and she pulls you into her lips with her magic. She kisses you repeatedly, both of you lost in the joy of the moment.

Not bad for a web slinger or a scarlet witch. A little slice of paradise carved out in your little corner of the multiverse.

Tags: @ma1egamer @jacelion @jadenyukiyusakufujikiyutoduelist @family-house-of-m @supercorpdanbeau @scarletquake-n7 @holiday-house-of-m @lifespectator @aloneodi @abimess @ab1nsur @tokufighter @rroyale-109

[jhoneybees]

Desire

Hi!! Here's a sweet but also savoury fic that I might write a part 2 for🤭

Tagging: @elvisalltheway101 my doll🫶

Characters:50s!Elvis X Older!reader

Warnings/triggers: 5 year age gap (A/n: The fic is set in 1955 so Elvis is 20 years old and reader is 25)

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Elvis has always had a taste for younger girls and their chatty personalities but when his head did a whole 180 after laying eyes on a matured gal like you that is more quiet and not as chatty, he learnt what his real taste is.

His family knows you from living in the apartment next door and they adore how friendly of a person you are. His mama would often praise you during family dinners to his daddy and him which usually he would get embarrassed about her rambling on about girls that could be a potential partner for him but now getting to hear about what you said during a conversation you had with his mama, he didn’t say a thing.

Even though he sees you with his mama quite often, he doesn’t know a lot about you. He knows you came from a privileged family in Texas and when you graduated highschool, you moved to Memphis when you were 22 to have a fresh start into adulthood but that’s all he really knows from what his mama told him.

He finds you very pretty and your laugh and smile are so contagious but the thing that gets him almost trembling is how mature you look in those dresses you wear, it does…something to him.

Especially when he saw you from across the road as you were walking into the building complex you two live in, wearing that red halterneck dress with cherries on it.

His bottom lip just couldn’t help but fly in between his teeth, those damn curves are something else.

He’s had quite a big crush on you ever since you moved into Lauderdale Courts and for a long time he thinks he wouldn’t have the courage to confess to you because he’s scared that you might get disgusted and shut him down or go off telling his parents to scold him for having such feelings for someone that they look so dearly as a close family member so to save himself from that humility, he’ll just watch you from afar.

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“Nah, you guys can go on without me” his friends groan in disappointment, they asked him if he wants to go to a party with him but he’s already been to 5 in the past 2 weeks, he wants a break so with another shake of the head, he bids them a farewell and turns on his heel.

He hums quietly, he thought he would be running around Memphis for the night with his buddies for a bit of a laugh but he’s a bit disappointed to find out they want to go ogling at girls at a party over at someone’s parents’ house, knowing that the adults don’t know about what their kids are doing because of them being out of town.

It just leaves him the option of just walking back home and finding something interesting to do there.

As he walks along the footpath with his hands in his pockets and head lowered down, he watches as his shoes lazily scrape along the concrete. He sighs out of boredom, he’s bored so what could he do when he gets home?

Just then when that question pops into his head, his ears perk up to the sound of a piano. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he lifts his head towards the neon lit sign noticing he’s outside of a night club. Maybe he could go and have a bit of a listen to the music? he shrugs his shoulders.

Why not?

Quietly, Elvis scans his eyes around the dimly lit bar room, seeing only a few black middle aged ladies in their best attire, smiling and laughing with each other with dainty little glasses in their hands. It’s not as busy as he thought it would be.

Then as he hears a piano play again, he looks towards the sound and his breathing comes to a halt. You’re on stage with a microphone in your hand, he didn’t know you worked as a bar singer. He gulps as he sees you in that black sparkly cocktail dress and your hair flowing down your back. Good Lord.

Elvis shakes his head and realises he might be staring too much so clearing his throat, he glances around to find a seat.

He sits at a two person table and decides to keep his head lowered, he might embarrass himself somehow, he doesn’t know how but it’s better being safe than sorry but as Elvis presses his lips together, the gravity pull of your voice through the speakers just demands him to look at you.

Is he gonna be able to look away?

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen.. The song I’ll be singing for you tonight is a song that I have always called a favourite when I was little…and it goes something like this” you chime with a soft smile.

Oh that smile.

The piano starts the song off and as the bass soon follows after, the cheerful sounds of the song fills out the room. The first word you sing makes Elvis physically melt.

“I don’t want to set the world on fire”

You smile sweetly and the older ladies there cheer you on with “That’s my girl!” and “That’s right!”

“In my heart I have but one desire”

His eyes soften.

“I’ve lost all ambition, for worldly acclaim”

Elvis brings his arms up to rest on the table, grasping his hands together and looking at his hands to try to just listen to your voice.

“I just want to be the one you love…”

Oh your sweet fluttery voice

He really can’t look away.

As you sway your hips subtly and bring your hand up to rest on the pianist's shoulder, Elvis bites down on his tongue. Gliding across the stage you walk down the steps and onto the bar floor, Elvis’ eyes darting all over you from your jaw to your hips and down to your ankles.

He lets out a stiff sigh and leans back in his chair.

“I don’t wanna set the world on fire, honey”

You sing with a giggle, taking slow and elegant steps towards the bar where the other women are, yelling and giggling at your cheeky little smile.

Elvis’ hand twitching, he sighs again while he lifts his hand to drag down the bottom half of his face.

“I love you too much” you add, making the ladies whistle playfully.

Elvis doesn’t even notice how his leg is bouncing nervously under the table, all he can think about is his heart floating across the room to the palm of your hand for you to squeeze, break, just do anything with it.

“You see…way down inside of me”

His heart pumps loudly in his ears as you turn your head and look into his eyes, walking slowly towards him.

“Darlin’ I have only one desire….and that desire is you” His heart clenching in the softest way as you give him a happy smile, realising who he is.

The small thumps from your heels make him hold his breath, sensing you walking behind his chair, a shiver drips down his spine as you place your hand on his shoulder.

Feeling you bend down over his shoulder, he lets out a small breath through his slightly parted lips.

“And I know…nobody else ain’t gonna do”

His chest almost stutters as he breathes in, your soft, sultry voice sending ticklish waves into his ears and into his brain. Feeling your warm breath lingering below his ear onto his neck, his hands adjust over the center of his pants.

“Did you like that, Presley?”

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Read Desire pt 2 here!

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

ok ok 2k25 goals intentions etc.:

daily, success threshold met at 183 days: journal, meditate, log my little habits and other countables, work out, drink 100 ounces of water, experience art, do some kind of mobility work even just a little bit of moving my butt on the foam roller, digital tidying of any kind, floss, write or work on a piece of writing even if it's not ready for writing (ykwim), no Scrolling before 10 p.m. (Intentional Posting such as this doesn't count) room re-set (a habit i had in 2023 decided i didn't need in 2024 and hugely missed once i had buried myself in a horrible pile i did not feel capable of tackling for like three months); 10k steps average for the year by 11:59 p.m. on december 31st

weekly: 5 Life Tasks Of Some Kind; try out weekly self-planning sessions although this is not a resolution because well what if i don't like it!

yearly: read 50 books; work about a thousand hours although this is not so much a "goal" as the result of me looking at my time tracking app and seeing if i can use this data to organize my life in a way that makes me feel less stressed about what is essentially my part-time job so i'm not gonna sweat the difference too much in either direction; i'm not gonna put my income goal on the internet but i do have one.

unquantified intentions: eat more vegetables/get to a place by the end of the year where i don't feel the need to resolve this again; be better about apartment tidiness maintenance tasks (an ounce of prevention...); be a more considerate and more proactive texter; keep working on showing up even when it's a little bit scary; i know i have writing as a daily goal but i'm also gonna say that an intention is to get to the end of the year feeling like i have a sense of how writing fits into my life as a regular practice instead of my historical feast or famine approach (which, to be clear, i don't think i'm ever going to be a nice normal Write Exactly 90 Minutes A Day gal.... so mostly i'm talking about avoiding the famines); keep jukeboxing; keep listening to new (generally and also to me) music; get back into/better at tarot

vibe: one other thing that came up when i was reflecting on 2024 was how much fucking time and mental energy i poured into being Totally Insane about how repulsive i am in many dimensions... this is not anything remotely new but i'm deciding now that i am over it and thus determining by executive decision that actually i am a hot fun genius and everybody awesome wants to be my friend.

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader. Prologue.

“Cmon Y/N! We’re going to be late for our first day at this shitty job!” Ymir said fixing her uniform.

”Ymir! That’s 50 cents in the jar.” Krista exclaimed quickly turning back to fix her makeup.

”Fine.” Ymir said only to quickly shout. “Oi! Sasha stop eating all of the food!”

”Lets go now. I’m all ready.” Y/N said grabbing her bag and slipping on her shoes.

The four girls have been friends since they were young so it was no surprise when they all moved in together at an apartment and got the same job.

Whilst walking to your new workplace Krista talked about how we should be careful about this workplace due to the accidents and how we should carry around pepper spray just in case.

That soon led to Ymir laughing and saying how Sasha would just drink it all. The four of them giggled before finally reaching the workplace.

It had a faint smell of cherry which was different from the last time you came which was to give your resume and to do an interview in which you all succeeded.

Y/N led them to a room in which they signed in and got their land yards to open locked doors around the hospital.

“We have 10 minutes to spare.. let’s just stay here like everyone else.” Krista said as she sat down on a chair.

“Which ward did you guys get?” Ymir asked as she plopped down onto the couch in the lounge room. “I got ward 6 and it’s all the way on the other side of this crappy building!”

”I think there’s a reason you got an easy ward, Ymir..” Y/N said, earning a scoff from the freckled woman.

”Yeah Ward 6 is for slightly unstable people.. I got ward 4 and I think that’s for children who need help..” Krista said before sulking at the thought of children being in a mental hospital.

”I got Ward 3! I’ll be able to see Krista every now and then so it won’t be that bad.” Sasha said making Ymir groan in annoyance.

”I got Ward 1.” Y/N said bluntly making the whole room go quiet. “What?”

”Y/N, Ward 1 is where all the crazy shi- I mean uh stuff happens.” Ymir said. “Before we applied for this crazy job, so many doctors have died just by taking care of one patient in Ward 1”

”Ymir! Stop scaring us like that!” Krista said.

”It’s true! I’ve heard that one of the guys in there is so crazy that he just stares at you and you’ll want to die!” Sasha exclaimed scared.

”Sasha! S-stop it!” Krista exclaimed. “Y/N if you ever need to swap Wards I think you can ask the boss or some higher up.”

”I’ll be alright.. I think I got placed there due to my grades and experience.” Y/N explained with a smile.

”I heard only experts work in Ward 1 so good luck with those people.” Ymir said. 

*RING* *RING*

“That must be the bell for us to start working.. see you later Y/N.” Sasha said before waving goodbye and walking off with Ymir and Krista who also did the same.

I made my go Ward 1 only to be greeted by a tall, blue eyed man and a and goggled, brunette woman.

”You must be Y/N?” The tall man asked reaching out to shake her hand. “We are in charge of Ward 1.”

”Yes. I’m working in Ward 1, it’s a pleasure to meet you” Y/N said shaking his hand.

”I’m Erwin Smith and this Hange Zoe. I’ll be accompanying you for today to see how it goes.” Erwin said smiling.

”If you ever need me I’ll be in my office, pretty gal.” Hange said before smirking and walking off.

”Let’s begin, shall we?” Erwin said.

[kabillieu]

When we were in Atlanta last weekend, we found ourselves in a Gorjana jewelery store. I’ve bought Gorjana jewelry for years, since before they had any in-person stores at all. They used to have these ridiculous semi-annual sales where their jewelry would go 50-75% off, but they haven’t done that in a long time, since establishing themselves as an expanding national jewelry chain. I don’t buy from them very much anymore because I’ve been trying to buy mostly fine jewelry instead of demi-fine, even though it is difficult for me to justify the price. But I’ve found that while vermeil works great for earrings and bracelets, it’s not good for rings and necklaces because the gold finish wears off so quickly.

But Gorjana came out with a fine jewelry line a while back, so I took a look at it while we were in the store, and then it occurred to me that it might be special to buy a slender little ring for my left hand ring finger. I have two beautiful diamond wedding rings, and both (BOTH!) irritate my finger if I wear them all the time. But I wear a variety of these kinds of slender little gold rings (from Catbird and Mejuri) on my other fingers all the time and they don’t bother me. And I dislike not wearing a ring on my ring finger. So I bought one for myself. Or at least technically Dominic bought it because I had gotten mugged the night before. It has the teeniest little diamonds on it. Very cute! And now I can wear my big flashy diamond eternity band when I want to be fancy and wear this little gal the rest of the time.

[contrivedchaos]

I firmly believe that Carmilla would be overprotective to her girls when it came towards dating. But much to Carmilla’s dismay, the girls are both ladies magnets due to the fact they had learned how to flirt from Ozzie—meaning they are incredibly smooth with it. Sometimes the girls don’t even notice that they had flirted with someone until the person gives them their number. Another reason that the girls are ladies magnets is that they have money, looks and power—what more could a girl want in a gal?

(Emily is subtly impressed with how many women are willing to flirt with an overlords child much less Carmilla’s daughters considering that Carmilla is head overlord. Sera is a little worried but she wants the girls to have a love life so she doesn’t interfere. Carmilla just wants people to stop flirting with her daughters in front of her and in general.)

Carmilla is definitely over-protective of her girls, when they start dating. Clara and Odette can see right through most of the bullshit, though. Most people only want them for their status and money, but they probably get a kick out of it, especially the ones who think they can use them to get to their mom. Sometimes they flirt and make a genuine connection, but neither of them have been very serious yet.

If anyone tries to butter them up in front of their mom, they better be damn sure they can pull it off in one go. There's about a 50/50 chance Carmilla will kick their face through a wall if they mess it up or break their hearts. Carmilla will throw down with anyone for them.

I think Sera is still trying to process being in a relationship herself -- she had zero time for dating in Heaven, so this is all new to her. She leaves a lot of the girls' dating-related drama to Carmilla. The same with Emily. She's fascinated watching Clara and Odette, and learning how they mingle with other Sinners and navigate relationships. Maybe she'll find love one day. She's observing and learning, for now.

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[eretzyisrael]

by Debbie Weiss

At least one-third of the 136 hostages still in the Hamas terror group’s custody in Gaza are at imminent risk of death, a disturbing report released on Tuesday found.

The report came a day after several former hostages, who were released during a temporary Israel-Hamas truce at the end of November, testified that those still in captivity in Gaza had been subjected to extreme forms of violence, including sexual assault at gunpoint and amputation.

“The testimonies from those who have been released reveal severe mental and physical abuse. This includes brutal sexual assault (men and women) mutilation, torture, starvation and dehydration, and a lack of medical care, with no access to Red Cross representatives. The worsening health of these hostages, both men and women, is alarming,” the report, released by the Hostages and Missing Persons Families Forum, stated.

The forum was established by families of the abductees who were kidnapped to Gaza during Hamas’ Oct. 7 onslaught across southern Israel, as well as by the families of people who went missing due to the attack.

A third of the hostages are suffering from chronic illnesses that need immediate treatment, including diabetes, Crohn’s disease, cancer, and heart and kidney disease. The hostages suffering from those diseases include young people — such as 22-year-old Omer Wenkert, who has ulcerative colitis, and 35-year-old Dolev Yehud, who suffers from kidney and thyroid diseases — and older people, Israeli Jews and Arabs alike.

A chilling testimony by Agam Goldstein-Almog, 17 — who was released after 51 days of captivity along with her mother, Chen, 49, and siblings, Gal, 11, and Tal, 9 — was screened at a rally in Tel Aviv.

��One day we moved from a house to a tunnel, suddenly a door opened, and we met six girls. We realized that there were girls who were alone. Many girls experienced severe sexual abuse, they are injured — very, very serious and complex injuries that are not being treated,” she said. “They dress their wounds themselves, or we helped them.”

In captivity in Gaza, “you live death,” she said.

“You don’t know when it will catch you and how it will look, if it will happen through torture or if they will just shoot you or even if it’ll be by the bombings from the air force,” she continued. “You’re always thinking about what death will look like.”

Goldstein-Almog’s mother, Chen, a social worker, said she saw some of the female hostages still being held in Gaza during her time there, and they had suffered weeks of isolation as well as sexual abuse.

“There were girls who spent 50 days and more alone. When they were sad, crying, their captors would stroke them and touch them. They described accounts of sexual abuse under gunpoint on a regular basis,” she said.

“Some of the girls were badly wounded and haven’t been getting proper medical care. Gunshot wounds, even lost limbs. They said they can cope with the disability but not with the manner they were constantly violated,” she added.

Chen Almog-Goldstein’s other daughter, Yam, 20, and husband Nadav were among the 1,200 people murdered by Hamas terrorists during their Oct. 7 massacre.

Eighteen-year-old Ofir Engel’s testimony, in which he described the pride with which he was shown off like a trophy, was also screened at the Tel Aviv rally.

“In Gaza we were immediately brought to a home, as if they were proud to show what they managed to catch,” said Engel, who was released after 54 days. “We were constantly told that we won’t return alive, that no one wants us in Israel, and that our families don’t care about us. Every day, they broke us a little more, and then a little more.”

Tuesday’s report, which was released to coincide with the three-month anniversary since Oct. 7, was accompanied by a letter from eight Nobel Prize laureates who urged the UN, Red Cross, and World Health Organization to advocate for the hostages’ release and to facilitate access to medical aid in the meantime.

Prof. Hagai Levine, head of the forum’s medical team, issued a stark warning: “All the hostages face immediate mortal danger. Some will not survive 100 days in captivity without proper care.”

A day earlier, Israeli media reported that the Israel Defense Forces (IDF) is aware of the exact whereabouts of Yahya Sinwar, Hamas’ chief in Gaza, but is refraining from carrying out a strike because the terror leader was surrounding himself with dozens of hostages as human shields.

[echotunes]

"E saber tudo, Beatrice, é perder tudo."

[transcript:

And it's the creature's turn. In this movement, it grabs Orfeu… (rolling dice) [cracking, ripping noise] It breaks his neck. He stops— he screams desperately [EEEE], and falls, dead.

And Beatrice - the barrier opens. You start to remember. How much Paranormal Exposure do you have right now? (Triz: Uh… 20.) 25 now.

You see yourself. You're not Marked yet. It's the 12th of February 2011. You see a notice in the paper - Arnaldo Fritz, a famous actor, died in a plane accident. This was the man that had been in the orphanage. You ask your mother about him. She seems to dodge the question and avoid answering. (30% Paranormal Exposure.)

The years pass, and you start to notice that Clara is hiding something. You were always very curious, and started to become old enough to notice that she was taking too many "work trips" to just be an ordinary florist. You broke into her room, and you finally found - (40% Paranormal Exposure.) You found a drawer with a moon symbol that she always kept locked. You saw where she was hiding the key for this drawer this time, and decided to open it. You found numerous confidential documents from some kind of secret organisation of paranormal hunters, Ordo Veritatis. Your mother was leading a double life as an agent. She seemed especially interested in the case of the disappearance of Arnaldo Fritz, an old mentor and friend of hers. (50% Paranormal Exposure.)

Your own mother was lying and hiding something from you your whole life. You were furious, confused. You needed to understand more. You needed to know more. The documents had a place of interest that was mysteriously marked. St. Menefreda Orphanage, the orphanage where you grew up. There were various reports about a fire that happened there on the 11th of February 2009, one day before the death of Arnaldo Fritz - one day before it'd been reported to the police. She seemed to be looking for answers, and you also wanted them. You couldn't hold yourself back, you needed to know.

You start to see the memory of you arriving at the destroyed orphanage in 2017. Completely dark, just with a bicycle and a flashlight in this city to know what was happening. Entering the orphanage, you met various orphans that had never abandoned this place, even after the fire. All of them had simple clothing, lived in the dark and were full of tattoos. And one stood out amidst them. You remember him as Leonardo Gomez. He walks in your direction with a smile.

(70%. You see tattoos of text starting to appear on Beatrice's hands and neck.)

"Welcome back, Lilian," he says to you. "I see you came to the orphanage seeking knowledge. Know that you've arrived in the right place."

(You see the tattoos taking over Beatrice's entire body, including her face. 80% Paranormal Exposure.)

You ask, what's going on? What happened with Arnaldo Fritz, who was your mother, what was this Order? He answers calmly, taking you to the orphanage. He says: "Gal, take Lilian to the Deconjuration Room. She needs to know."

(90%. You see Beatrice's skin becoming thin and full of text, the eyes with a whitish tone.)

You see yourself, Beatrice, tied to a tattoo chair, a room full of texts around you. There's creatures, you know now they're Existidos, that surround you, and you're tattooed with horror stories and words of fear. You felt completely connected to the Other Side. You could feel all the knowledge, all the power, all the truth of the Other Side entering your mind. One specific answer starts to appear - the truth. The truth that was hidden within you. A truth so terrible, so terrifying, that it made Clara, your mother, surrender herself when she finally found you and saw what you had become. A truth so horrible that it forced your mother to give herself up to the Escriptas just to learn a ritual to be able to block this memory in your head, to be able to block this knowledge.

But… that block doesn't exist anymore. Orfeu is dead. The ritual was broken, and the door was opened. You remember everything. And to know everything, Beatrice, is to lose everything. And you know.

100% Paranormal Exposure. You no longer exist.

end transcript.]

[nerdythebard]

#57: Yang Xiao Long [RWBY]

[Art Credit: izumi_sai] ---

Let me explain:

The request to build a D&D version of everybody's favourite punny brawling bombshell, Yang Xiao Long, came from an anonymous reader as the most recent one. However, I have decided to make this a priority since the requestor mentioned they have a campaign coming and they wish to play as the iconic character from RWBY. If I'm too late, I am so sorry... but I will at least go out with a Yang! ...Eh? Eh?

Next Time: Back to our regularly scheduled program with Doctor Liao and the origins of Skynet!

Now then, let's see what we need to past this Hunter exam!

One Punch Gal: Yang is a master of hand-to-hand combat, but she's also quite proficient with her gauntlet guns, the Ember Celica, to attack enemies at a distance... with her fists.

Uno Reverse Hulk: Yang absorbs the kinetic energy from attacks directed at her (but keeps the pain) to reinforce her own attacks and protections.

One Woman Army: Early on, Yang's battle tactics were simple: walk in and own everything and everyone. As the problems in the world of RWBY evolved, so did her approach to resolving fights, but she still remains the strongest member of the team and its chief frontliner.

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As far as we know, Yang is a human; we will, however, use the Aasimar from Mordenkainen's Monsters of the Multiverse to represent her ability to use Aura and Semblance. We get a +2 and a +1 to two abilities of our choice (Constitution and Strength respectively), speed of 30 feet, Celestial Resistance to radiant and necrotic damage, Healing Hands ability that allows us to, once per long rest, heal a number of Hit Points equal to [our proficiency bonus]d4, and the Light cantrip.

Yang is a rather famous Huntress, known for her physical prowess, so we're gonna give her the Athlete background. We gain proficiencies in Acrobatics and Athletics, one language of our choice, proficiency with land vehicles (which means we can get our Bumblebee before we get the... other Bumblebee) and the Echoes of Victory feature; whenever we arrive at a new location, there is a 50/50 chance we will find a fan of ours, who is willing to share information or provide a shelter.

ABILITY SCORES

Strength will be our primary focus; we need to be able to effectively punch anything ranging from random bar thugs to giant nightmare werewolves. Constitution will be next, the other half of being the frontliner is the ability to take a hit. Dexterity is after that, Yang learns to evade and position herself a bit later in her career; plus, we need to take care of the physical stats first.

Charisma is next, her puns may be awful but Yang herself is rather charming (and quite intimidating when she needs to be). Wisdom will be on the lower end, because she still gets a good advice every now and then, and we're dumping Intelligence.

CLASS

Level 1 - Barbarian: Let's start with a solid base. Barbarians get d12 as their Hit Dice, [12 + our Constitution modifier] initial Hit Points, proficiencies in light armour, medium armour, shields, simple weapons, and martial weapons. Yang does not wear armour, and we will not use weapons (but we still are gonna get the Ember Celica, trus me) but can grab something simple just in case. Our saving throws are Strength and Constitution, and we get to pick two class skills from the list (Intimidation and Perception).

Barbarians start with their signature ability, Rage. As a bonus action, we enter a state of furious, gaining the following benefits provided we do not wear a heavy armour:

Advantage on Strength-related checks and saving throws

A +2 bonus to damage rolls of our Strength-based melee weapon attacks

Resistance to bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage

While raging we cannot cast spells or concentrate on them. Rage lasts for 1 minute or until we're knocked unconscious. It also ends if we do not attack/take damage from a hostile create for one turn.

We also gain Unarmoured Defense. When unarmoured, our AC equals [10 + our Dexterity modifier + our Constitution modifier]. We can still use a shield and gain this benefit.

Level 2 - Barbarian: We awaken our Danger Sense. If we're not blinded, deafened, or incapacitated, we gain an advantage on Dexterity saving throws against effects we can see, such as traps or spells. We also learn how to make a Reckless Attack; when we attack for the first time, we can declare it reckless and gain an advantage on melee weapon attacks for that turn. Unfortunately, all enemies have an advantage on attacks made against us for that time.

Level 3 - Fighter: Time to get some technique to our fists. Multiclassing into Fighter gives us proficiencies we already have, so we can skip those. We get to choose our Fighting Style, and it's a no-brainer to grab Unarmed Fighting for Yang. We can now deal [1d6 + our Strength modifier] bludgeoning damage with our unarmed strikes. If we do not use any weapons, the die changes to 1d8. We also get Second Wind, which allows us to heal [1d10 + our Fighter level] Hit Points as a bonus action once per short or long rest.

At this level, we also gain the racial ability Celestial Revelation. As a bonus action, we can unleash our celestial energy Aura and transform for 1 minute. With the Radiant Consumption option, we emit a bright light for 10 feet and a dim light for another 10. Until the transformation ends, each creature within 10 feet of us suffers radiant damage equal to our proficiency bonus, and we can add the same amount of radiant damage to one target whenever we attack it.

Level 4 - Fighter: We get Action Surge, which allows us to once per short or long rest take an extra Action on our turn in combat.

Level 5 - Fighter: We pick our first subclass, our Martial Archetype. We will focus on the power behind Yang's punches and pick the Champion Archetype. With Improved Critical, our weapon attacks score a critical hit on either a 19 or a 20.

Level 6 - Fighter: We finally get our first Ability Score Improvement. We need to increase our Wisdom and Dexterity by 1 point each.

Level 7 - Fighter: We now get Extra Attack. We can now make two strikes during a single Attack action.

Level 8 - Fighter: Our next ASI. We can finally put two more points into Wisdom and jump classes to refine our technique.

Level 9 - Monk: Unfortunately, once again we have to pass on some multiclassing benefits. Additionally, here is where we could gain Unarmoured Defense, but the one from Barbarian's side of the build is a bit better for us. We do, however, gain access to Martial Arts. While unarmed (or wielding a monk weapon) and unarmoured we gain the following benefits:

We can use our Dexterity or Strength when using unarmed strikes and monk weapons

We can roll a d4 in place of the regular damage dice for unarmed strikes and monk weapons; that Martial Arts dice changes as we level up.

When we use the Attack action unarmed or with a monk weapon, we can use our bonus action to make another unarmed attack.

Since Yang uses the long-ranged Ember Celica, we can replace that (for now) with a set of monk darts (or, you can ask your DM for a hand-mounted small crossbows)

Level 10 - Monk: Halfway through the build and we unlock the Monk's key feature known as Ki (hah!). We gain a pool of Ki Points that we can spend in order to gain some extra features. We start with three of those:

Flurry of Blows: Spending 1 Ki Point lets us make two unarmed strikes as a bonus action if we make the Attack action.

Patient Defense: Spending 1 Ki Point lets us take the Dodge action as a bonus action.

Step of the Wind: Spending 1 Ki Point lets us the Dash or Disengage actions as bonus actions, and it doubles your jumping distance for the turn.

We also gain Unarmoured Movement. As long as we're not wearing armour, our speed gains a +10 feet bonus.

Level 11 - Monk: We learn how to Deflect Missiles. When targeted by a projectile, we can use our Reaction to reduce the damage by [1d10 + our Dexterity modifier + our Monk level]. If we manage to reduce the damage to 0, we catch the projectile and can use the same Reaction to make a ranged (20/60) attack with it.

Here, we also pick our third subclass - our Monastic Tradition. We can now activate our Aura with Way of the Sun Soul. We can now fire off even more devastating bolts with our Ember Celica. With Radiant Sun Bolt, we gain a new way to use our Attack action: a special spell attack with the range of 30 feet, we are proficient with it and add our Dexterity modifier, the damage type is radiant and the damage die is our Martial Arts die. We can also make those attacks as our Flurry of Blows technique.

Level 12 - Monk: We finally get another ASI. Let's put two points into Dexterity to increase all the important stuff. At this level, we also learn Slow Fall - we can reduce our falling damage by [our Monk level x5]. Additionally, since we didn't get anything from multiclassing into either Monk or Fighter, I personally would allow to take the optional Quickened Healing feature, but discuss it with your DM.

Level 13 - Monk: Our Martial Arts die becomes 1d6 now. We also gain a new Ki option - Stunning Strike. When we hit a creature with a melee weapon attack, we can spend 1 Ki Point to attempt to stun it. The target must make a Constitution saving throw or become stunned until the end of our next turn.

At this level, the Monk would've gotten the Extra Attack. Since we already have it from Fighter, we wouldn't stack it. That being said, I would allow it to evolve, since this is around the time you would get Extra Attack Upgrade as a Fighter, and we do need to make Yang more punchy. Once again, discuss it with your DM.

Level 14 - Monk: With Ki-Empowered Strikes, our punches now count as magical for the purpose of overcoming resistances and immunities... which means you can punch ghosts now. Also, our Unarmoured Movement bonus is not +15 feet.

We also gain a subclass upgrade. With Searing Arc Strike, we can now spend 2 Ki Points as a bonus action immediately after an attack to cast Burning Hands. We can spend more Ki Points to raise the spell's level

Level 15 - Monk: Time for some strategic positioning both physically and mentally. With Evasion, we now take no damage if we succeed on an area-of-effect Dexterity saving throw (if we fail, we take half damage when we would normally take full damage). With Stillness of Mind, we can use our Action to end a charmed or frightened effect on ourselves.

Level 16 - Monk: Time for another ASI, and we're going to raise our Strength by two points to... pack more of a punch? ...Eh? Eh?

...Well, they can't all be winners.

Level 17 - Monk: With Unarmoured Movement Improvement, we can now run across liquids and vertical surfaces without losing our foothold (as long as we have enough movement).

Level 18 - Monk: Our Unarmoured Movement bonus is now +20 feet. We also explore more healing properties of our Aura with Purity of Body; we are now immune to all poison and disease.

Level 19 - Monk: Our Martial Arts die is now a 1d8. It's also time for another subclass upgrade; with Searing Sunburst, we can create an orb of light and hurl it at any point within 150 feet. Every creature within 20 feet radius has to make a Constitution saving throw or take 2d6 radiant damage. While it doesn't seem like a lot, we can spend some Ki Points to increase the damage (1 Ki Point for extra 2d6 to a maximum of 3 Ki Points).

Level 20 - Monk: Our capstone is Monk 12, which gives us an ASI. While we could max out our Strength, let's put two points into Constitution for better AC and extra HP before the big final fight with Salem.

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And that's the Goldilocks Berserker. Let's see how we did:

First of all, for someone who exclusively uses her fists, we've managed to compile quite a roster of damage-dealing. At our absolute maximum, in one turn we can punch twice as a standard attack for 1d8+4, add two more attacks with Flurry of Blows, and then use Action Surge to do that whole thing again for the maximum of 48 damage. And if that doesn't work out, we have some Ki-based Kamehameha shots and if it seems like we're getting too much damage we can easily heal.

Our unarmoured AC is 17, we have a +3 to our Initiative, 50 feet of ground speed, and the average of 181 Hit Points.

While we have a rather decent physical ability spread (18/16/18), our mental side is rather abandoned. We are also a single-purpose character: we need to punch stuff, and the few skill proficiencies we have are also geared for that.

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And that's Ms Xiao Long. That was fun, though I did not expect to make her so similar to the previous build. Anywho, to the anonymous person who requested this - I hope it meets your expectations and your campaign turns out to be fun. Enjoy!

-Nerdy out!

[thestudentfarmer]

Hello hello~

We finally had enough Egg from the gals to make a large meal so I did :)

They don't look as orangey on camera :'( but they are a nice deeper orange.

Decided since they came from our gals I wanted to save the shells for calcium for them.

To prepare it's suggested to wash your eggs well, I rinse them and then baked them at 350 for about 20-30 minutes. (I used an old peice of aluminum foil for this.)

All baked up, time to crunch em up!

All cronched! Next I'll just toss em out in the run/yard or in their feed. Doing this increases the hardness of the eggs the gals lay.

Usually bags of crushed oyster shell can be acquired at animal feed stores. (Sometimes regular pet stores carry them too just smaller bags and finer grind) usually comes in 25-50 lb sacks and last a long time for a small-to-midsized flock. I free feed it to the gals in a ceramic plate.

Tbh I bought a bag probably 3 yrs ago and still haven't gone through it all.

The eggshells are also useful for adding calcium to gardens or placed among beds to help deter pests animals. Also useful for making a calcium spray for plants. (Be sure to wash and bake/boil thoroughly for all applications and uses)

🥚🌱 Happy Homesteading 🌱🥚

9.1.2023

[kristyavsonhero2]

do you guys remambered when she got some superpowers: mind-control and telekinesis by touch it?

well, her superpowers of meteorite has somehow returns because kristy founds small meteorite Fragment. but she didn't have a small meteorite Fragment in the movie/AU. but after all this happened (after the movie), she'll be able to Discover it.

but right now, let's talk about the drasses of Gala of Good Samaritan Award gala in The Bad Guys AU: shining star arc.

the first drass of the gala: She was wearing a navy-blue dress with stars and her high heels are silver, but it's not real silver but still. In the front of the building of a museum of Fine Arts, this is where she and snake (in disguise) first met like wolf meets Diane.

The second dress of a gala: this is the second time of a gala of Good Samaritan in two weeks later. (I got lots of references from the pictures) The Gala themed is galaxy. after all, this is the gal of Good Samaritan Award, and she came up with a best themed ever. of course, she has nothing to do with Professor Marmalade's evil plot. The reasons why Marmalade wanted her along with meteorite is because she Accidentally absorbed some of the meteorite powers by 50%.

So, that's it for the drawing.

[robertfettuccine]

Killed a spider today. Felt very powerful. I had a spray bottle full of dish soap water and I was like Jason Bourne but for spiders.

Spider story:

Ok story time bc idk I think this is really funny

So I’m at a friends house and we’re talking in her basement and it’s getting late and I’m like man I should probably go but I really gotta pee I’m gonna use your bathroom before I go. So I get in to the bathroom and I turn the light on and I’m getting ready to go pee right? Like a normal person. And this roughly 50-cent piece sized black spider with super angular pointy legs comes crawling out from under the baseboards right at me. And so I’m like absolutely Not I am not gonna go pee with this spider Right Here so I exit the bathroom but I leave the lights on for spider seeing purposes.

Now my friend is absolutely terrified of spiders, like definitely it’s a pretty bad phobia. She does not do well with spiders she tends to just freeze up completely. So I’m like hey hon I gotta let you know there’s a medium sized spider in your bathroom. So she immediately gets on the piece of furniture farthest away from the floor and starts panicking. To make matters worse, she’d left her glasses upstairs and wouldn’t be able to see the spider anyway, so she’s freaking out.

Now I hate spiders just as much as the next gal (I’m pretty scared of spiders actually I won’t get within 5 feet of one if I can help it and they absolutely make my skin crawl. Nothing deserves that many legs) but I’m now thinking how can I fix this so my friend can sleep tonight. So I start looking around for dish soap or something in the basement but alas. All of a sudden this Bastard creeps himself out from under the bathroom door at Mach Jesus straight towards my friend and so I’m like hey don’t panic but spider has exited the bathroom. Naturally, she panics, so I grab the nearest cleaning supply looking item, which happens to be carpet cleaning spray, and I just hit him with it.

Carpet cleaning spray unfortunately does nothing to spiders, as I learned, other than make them wet. So this spider is now wet and annoyed and he beelines it for the really dark stained wood cabinets in the basement kitchenette. I no longer have eyes on the spider. So I just start spraying under the cabinets in the general Spider Direction, but this spray bottle sprays a nice cone shaped fine mist, not a solid line of spray, so that doesn’t do much. I finally get my friend down off of the table and standing on the floor (huge win) and we start Spider Bowling.

Spider Bowling is a game invented by Me in Today where if you know the general area where the spider is you ball up paper towels and throw them at that area until you see movement. We did this with terrible aim until we briefly flushed the spider out, but then we lost him again. About 0.5 seconds after seeing Bathroom Bastard under the cabinets, another of the exact same type of spider crawls out of the baseboards opposite the cabinetry. Enter: Baseboard Bitch.

So we’ve lost track of Bathroom Bastard under the cabinets, but we’ve got full eyes on Baseboard Bitch. Or at least I do, my friend still can’t see. Now I’m hesitant to spray this one bc the carpet cleaner doesn’t seem to be doing much, and it would just send this one back to that from whence he came. Not a fan of lack of visuals on spider. So I send my friend upstairs to go get her glasses while I keep an eye on the kitchenette for the two evil eight legged guys.

Unsurprisingly, Baseboard Bitch returns to his home under the baseboards, and I have now lost track of both the spiders. I don’t want to spray under the crack in the baseboards to get Baseboard Bitch to come out again bc what if there’s a lot more where he came from? These guys are incredibly fast for medium spiders and I am Not about to be swarmed by that many legs.

I turn my attention back to Spider Bowling under the cabinets, hoping for some sign of Bathroom Bastard, but I’m terrible at bowling. So I leave my friend downstairs on spider lookout duty and I run up to her kitchen to find a spray bottle and fill it with water and dish soap, which I Know kills spiders. As I’m screwing the lid on the spray bottle I hear very quiet screaming from the basement and run down the stairs to find Baseboard Bitch just confidently creeping his way towards my friend, now perched back on her Very Tall Chair.

From the stairs I had a perfect shot at the spider and, in what may be the coolest moment of my life, I triple-tapped his ass dead center with perfect aim and dish soaped him to death. The new spray bottle had a nice high-pressure stream of soap water, way better than the previous one’s sad mist cone. I felt so cool. Newly armed with Spider Gun, I hit Baseboard Bitch a few more times just to make sure he was dead.

We then went after Bathroom Bastard, which was much easier with the help of our Spider Gun, and he was soon vanquished as well. Now my friend can sleep in peace and I can feel cool knowing that I’m Jason Bourne for spiders.

Alas, now my skin feels spidery and I hate having hair. I was very brave though.

Bonus frantic google searches:

[catboytenya]

Just had to tear apart Butterbean's entire bioactive enclosure and put him back on carpet (as well as completely disinfect the entire tank)

He got some type of mold/fungus that supposedly isn't harmful 99% of the time that just comes in reptisoil sometimes. But he stopped eating for months and I was worried he might be having a reaction to it.

A lot of people online were talking about how clean up crews would refuse to eat it and it would grow unchecked, as I was pulling out the soil (I saved the soil because. My Isopods and shit. I love them I don't want to throw them out. And it's harmless to them so they get to stay) I realized just how badly it had spread in the spots of the soil I couldn't see

I was originally going to just wait until his upgraded tank was set up (I'm moving him into a 50 gal instead of his 20 gal, turning his tank into a baby tank) but it's going to be SO long until I can get the new tank that I decided to just do everything tonight.

I had to throw out like half of his decor because they were all natural woods and were seriously infected with it. When I lifted one of them up to check for mold it was CRAWLING with springtails and Isopods, not to eat the mold, but to eat the wood around the mold. (Thanks guys you're a real help)

Right now the pods aren't in the best of conditions so I'm also going to buy some new enclosures for my pods when I have the chance, but Butterbean is the priority right now obviously

He's in that "why is my dirt broken" phase of being on carpet where he doesn't get why he can't dig in it

Really disappointing since he was doing so well in the bioactive enclosure until recently. And unfortunately I think the mold/fungus actually came from the PLANTS I put in, not even from the soil that supposedly it came with!

Which SUCKS because if I hadn't put the plants in I probably wouldn't have had to do all this... And his dirt wouldn't be broken!!

But I guess you live and learn?

I did miss being able to see him moving around his tank better, so I guess silver linings?

[50-foot-woman]

Welcome friends and film enthusiasts to The 50 Foot Woman

Late in 2022, as the weeks edged closer to my birthday, I decided to buy myself a seemingly random present. My husband looked at me, bewildered, as I explained to him why I was on Ebay looking at a medium format camera called a Mamiya 645. While I have been making short films for the last eighteen years, and I could frequently be seen at family parties with a Holga around my neck, I had never really expressed a deep interest in film photography. Certainly not enough to warrant the amount of money I was about to drop on this camera.

After a moment, he shrugged. “Whatever, babe. Do what makes you happy.”

Of course, there was that 2-3 year period about ten years ago when I became obsessed with Super 8 film. While there was not a lot of information available, I scoured websites, visited forums, and plunked down $60 on my first Super 8 camera - a Bell & Howell 431. Six months pregnant with my first child, I shot part of my graduate thesis film with it - feeling the pressure that it was now or never. If I didn’t finish my degree soon it was not likely that I ever would once the baby came. (Spoilers: I finished the film and my degree)

As one might expect, my life took a dramatically different direction once my daughter arrived - followed by a brother, then another within five short years. The Bell & Howell came out a few more times to document my kid’s birthday or Christmas and then ended up in the back of my closet.

I eventually found my way back to making films, but I traded Super 8 for a much cheaper and more reliable format - digital. Don’t get me wrong - I am very proud of the films I have made on digital - but as of late I found writing difficult, my ideas dull, musty, and I was looking for a change. Holding the Mamiya in my hands felt like just the spark I was waiting for. 

Shooting with the Mamiya was great - even though I was terrible. On a roll of 12-14 shots, maybe two or three turned out something close to good. But I loved it. I wanted more. And before I knew it - I was pulling that Super 8 camera off the shelf too.

Without really knowing why, I started documenting my process - my wins, my failures, and what I’ve learned. I’m sharing that now as a weekly blog and video series called The 50 Foot Woman. So I hope you will join me for The 50 Foot Woman…one middle-aged gal’s odyssey into still photography and motion picture film.