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[niyanoireee]

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[captainstrawberrywings]

Damn it Morgana you told Ren to go to sleep now he sleeping in battle

[legomocfodder]

Vanguard Squadron from Star Wars Squadrons

Keo Venzee, Frisk, Lindon Javes, Grace Sienar, and Gunny

I know Squadrons isn't really relevant or played much anymore, but that's never stopped me from making minifigs before

[orienteddreamerrr]

You Confess to Your Crush Who is Feresk Tassat!

(If you don’t feel that way, let’s just say you do!)

(STAR WARS: SQUADRONS!)

(KINDA LONG!)

(I apparently listened to this song named “Know About Us” by Sionya while I created this…it kinda fits, don’t yah think?)

Rating: PG for…brief drinking and fluff!

(Feresk Tassat X Female Reader!)

Flying through space seems to be your main go-to when you want to get your mind off things. Flying with your X-Wing, you effortlessly maneuver around some space debris. You were at this part of space in a system called the Hydrax System, with a planet in view, called Meva. You’re on your way to the planet when a familiar voice came onto your comm link. “Missed me sweetheart?”, You roll your eyes, sighing to yourself. It was your wing mate Feresk…and nobody knows you have a crush on him. Sure, he’s your friend, and part of the Vanguard Squadron, but ever since you met him, you were instantly head over heels for him…his charm and ���handsomeness” got to you! And yet, he would usually call you sweetheart when both of you are alone and away from privy eyes. “Ohh, Frisk, what are you doing here?”, You ask him through your comm, looking over in the window to see his X-Wing was flying steadily beside yours. “Lindon wanted me to join you—he says it’s not safe to fly alone…”, You sigh to yourself again, seeing that Lindon was being extra cautious today and that he wasn’t wanting you or any part of the squadron to be killed or injured. “What about the rest of the gang?”, “They’re all kinda doin’ their own thing…Gunny and Keo went out to take care of some Imperials…and Grace, well, y’know, she’s stuck at base helpin’ out…”, “Alright…wanna go to Meva with me then? I plan on finding a cantina there…well, if there IS one!”, You hear Frisk growl happily a little in response. “I’m all in if you are…”, You can’t help but giggle at his quirkiness as you push on your throttle, making your X-Wing fly faster towards the planet, seeing Frisk was tailing right behind you.

You flew in the atmosphere for a while before landing at this docking pad nearby. You opened the roof of your X-Wing, hopping out to see Frisk landing his X-Wing a few feet away from yours. A woman walks up to you—looking like she’s a part of the rigger crew. “Hey, new to Meva I see?”, She greets you, smiling a wide smile. You smile back to her, looking behind you to Frisk had just hopped out of his X-Wing. You look back to the woman, nodding to her. “Yeah…just here with a friend of mine…do you know the nearest cantina?”, She nods back at you, pointing in a specified direction in front of her. “It’s just down this road…leads up to a village called Kassala…”, “Thanks!” The woman waves a final goodbye before jogging back over to her colleagues that were waiting for her by her post. You turn around just to see Frisk walking up to you, smiling his toothy smile. “Come on, the cantina’s this way…”, You beckon for him to follow you as he does, as both of you make your way to the settlement, seeing there weren’t a lot of people, which was convenient. You finally found the cantina after some time looking around, with Frisk opening the door for you, being a gentleman. You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks get warm as you slowly enter the cantina. There weren’t too many people either in the cantina which was surprisingly weird. You go up to the counter, sitting yourself onto one of the barstools, with Frisk taking a barstool next to you. A female bartender comes around to greet the both of you. “Hey…hey Frisk! The usual?”, “Yeah, make it a double…”, He looks over to you, flashing his toothy smile at you. You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks heat up again. It seems like he’s known around certain cantinas! After a moment, two glasses were placed in front of you, with the bartender smiling a little before leaving to tend to other guests. You look at your glass, scrunching up your nose at the strong stench that emitted from the drink. “I forgot…it’s that Trandoshan drink, right?”, You look over to see Frisk was drinking on his. He places his glass onto the counter with a thud, chuckling at your unease.

“Yep! It’s the best stuff in the Galaxy…you should give it a shot, see if you like it…”, You only look at him with disbelief as you grab your glass and took a good sip on it. An instant stinging sensation could be felt in your mouth as it overtook your senses. It wasn’t too bad, but it was meant for only Frisk’s kind and other people who could take down a strong drink. You place your glass back down, pushing it off to the side as you turn to face Frisk. “Yep, strong stuff indeed…”, You see Frisk giving you a smug smile as he waved for the bartender to give him more. You suddenly develop this pit in your stomach, thinking that this was the right time to tell him your thoughts…but what should you say? Just as Frisk placed his glass down, you spoke out, “Feresk, I wanna talk…”, You see Frisk instantly turn around to face you. “What’s up?”, You look to the floor, going through your mind on what to say. You look back at him, seeing his yellow Trandoshan eyes staring into your own. “I know we’re part of a squadron, and you’re my closest friend and wing mate, but ever since I met you, I had this feeling that…”, You paused to see Frisk had tilted his head slightly. He must be wondering why you’re saying these words to him. You look to your finger, starting to nervously pick on it – “…I had this feeling that it was a little bit more than friendship—look, what I’m trying to say is that…I…”, “There you two are!”, A voice called out. You both turn looking over to see Grace, one of your squad mates, walking through the doors of the cantina. She walks over, smiling her usual smile at the sight of you two talking. “Ah, Grace, I was wonderin’ when you’d come around…”, Frisk said those words upon turning around his barstool to face her fully. Her smile widens slightly in response. “What are you doing here?”, You ask her, turning around in your barstool as well to face her. Grace turns serious as she looks to the floor before looking back to the both of you. “We gotten this call from one of our support freighters, saying they need help with repairs…but they read Imperial Rebels on their radar, and it seems they can’t get those repairs done without getting rid of them first…”, You look over to Frisk who was looking at you with raised brows. “Do we leave now?”, You added, seeing Grace quickly shake her head. “No, it’s not really a pending mission right now, Lindon says, but just to keep it in mind, we’re leaving soon…out of this system…”, You gave Grace a nod, seeing Grace’s smile returning as she nods back to the both of you before turning to leave. You couldn’t help but sigh as you turn back around in your stool, sulking onto the edge of the counter.

You heard Frisk growl under his breath as he leans against the counter as well. “Well, at least they won’t know what’s comin', that’s for sure…”, Frisk was discretely trying to help lift your mood. You straighten up as you turn to face him, only nodding to him. “Yeah…of course…”, You still felt that feeling…and now you weren’t sure if Frisk was even interested on what you have to say anymore. You hopped off your stool, attempting to walk away when you felt three taloned fingers grab onto your arm. “Hey, about what you said…”, You turn to face him as he lets go of you, seeing him hop off his stool as well to stand in front of you. “You could say that I gotten that feeling too…cuz’ every time we would go to the briefing room, I was always hoping to see if you would show up…it kinda surprised me…”, You felt your eyes widen slightly as he steps closer to you, seeing him cross his arms. “I may have hid those feeling from you though…as I didn’t want the squad, or even Lindon, to find out—that I had feelings for a certain wing mate…which was you, and…as time moved on, and as I got to know you more, I started to think that you weren’t as bad as I had first imagined….the point I’m trying to make is that…I like you too…”, You didn’t know what to say or how to react as Feresk just confessed to you. You quickly wrap your arms around his neck to embrace him, feeling him embrace you back just as tightly. You both embraced for a moment before releasing, feeling your own cheeks and body heat start to rise up in heat. You could faintly see Frisk was blushing too, as it was only noticeable by you. You both walked over to the lounge nearby to relax for a bit, with Frisk forcing you to sit in his lap. His arms wrap around your waist tightly as you did, feeling his head snuggle into your neck. You crane your head over, giving his muzzle a quick peck. He returns the gesture as you felt his long skinny reptilian tongue quickly glide along your neck. Your body tenses up in response as you squirm a little. “Hey, that tickles!”, You couldn’t help but chuckle afterwards as Frisk chuckles along with you, his hold tightening on you. “Mmm, you taste sweet…”, He licks your neck again once more, wanting to have more of your sweetness as you squirm again in reaction. “Frisk, I swear if you don’t stop…”, You turn in his lap to see his cunning toothy smile. He growls some as he takes a lick on your cheek, feeling those butterflies of yours swarm in your stomach. You guess that he’s attempting to be flirty right now! You embrace him again, feeling his arms tighten as well. “I’m guessing we should go back, huh?”, You mutter that to him as you release him, seeing Frisk was nodding. “Yeah…don’t wanna keep Lindon waiting…”, You smile as you get up from his lap, seeing Frisk get up too as you both walk out of the cantina, hand in hand, silently hoping that Lindon won’t scold the both of you into asking of your whereabouts. Sure, this must have been a coincidence, but you never knew Frisk had felt the same way as you did with him. You just hope the both of you can continue to make a good cause…together!

The End?

(Yes, If I put a question mark at "The End" for my fanfics, it means there's a 2nd part...which I will post later! Hopefully you enjoyed because I tried yet again!) 😊❤️

[itzjoseph04]

There's my Xtale Oc:

Name: X-Joseph Dreemurr

Soul: Determination

Rank: Great Admiral

Race: Human

Headcanon VA: JP:Yūichi Nakamura (same va of Gojo); EN:Philiph Reich (Same VA of Giorno Giovanna); ITA:Renato Novara (Same of luffy)

Story: Joseph was initially a orphan who at the age of 6 the Dreemurr family adopted him, at the start he gave great raport with his brother Asriel, instead of frisk and Chara, who they saw him like a "Fourth wheel" of the family, but time later they accept to live with him.

He joined the royal guard, at age of 16, and at 18, with permission of his father, he took half of the new recluses of Royal guards and found the navy part of Royal guards, named "New Advanced Vanguards of Loyalty" aka "Navy".

Now at age of 19 he's the top rank of the Navy, and top of him there just the rulers, his parents, and under at him, there are the Three admirals (Yes, is a one piece inspiration), whose role is to protect the people and the royal family

[chaoticlatexknight]

ULTRAMagic Alternate Character Rules

Given how there is mature art for UMAE, I am going lay some ground rules.

Rule of Thumb: If I haven't drawn a character and they are not appropriate for mature art, they won't appear here on this blog and I will be not drawing mature art of them... FOR OBVIOUS REASONS.

Rules:

List of Characters:

Some things to note:

These changes are only retroactive to characters on the SFW only list. Unless I SPECIFICALLY ask you to take down art, you are fine.

If a character in my gallery is not listed here, it is most likely a retired character. Please do no draw them until I decide to use them again (my discretion). Note that this mainly applies to older characters. Some characters may not be ready to be placed on the list yet. This applies to newer characters. And I may have missed a character or two (let me know if that is the case)

I will not change my stance on the SFW characters, so don't even bother asking. I also reserve the right to move characters into the SFW category at my discretion.

Unless I specifically asked you take down art made prior to the list, assume you're fine

There is a lot of characters on display here, but just remember the following: This list covers multiple series, many characters are important to other characters, and there is overlap with younger and alternate versions of certain characters

Some of these characters will only ever be mentioned

All characters can be found in their respective folders.

Yes, I am fully aware this can potentially spoil future characters. And YES, I even alphabetized this for easy reading and reference. Also this will be updated as time goes on.

SFW Only characters:

Aoife Crawford/ULTRAMagic Devil

Bethany Briggs

Brendan (child + wolf)

Charles Blackwell Ford

Cynassa (young) (UMAE)

Dark lord Kris

Deadlock/Zas (young)

Dr. Ethan Luminate

Elaine "Ember" Gabriella O'Nessie

Eldritch Frisk

Gabriella Pari

Grendel Bombastus Scarfe

Leonardo Hammond O'Nessie

Orion

Randalph Theoprastus Scarfe

Stolas (young)

Terrus, Toa of Shadow

Trevor

ULTRAMagic Ex

ULTRAMagic Revenant

Will (child)

Zelgo (Pre-reboot)

Verdict: These characters are either too young, not human, are legitimately not into NSFW, or are a unique situation. If I find NSFW art of these characters, I will expect you to take it down ASAP.

Please refrain from NSFW/Mature art of:

Buster Ash

Brendan (adult)

Captain Roger

Cynassa (UMAE)

Ellen the Wayward

Ignatius "Infinity" Daren Ford

Kyu #9

Lucifuge Rofocale (UMAE)

Olivia Briggs

Stolas (UMAE)

ULTRAMagic Walker

Vladislav Velimir Faust

Verdict: I am not saying no, but I'm also not saying yes. Please refrain from drawing NSFW/Mature art of these characters.

NSFW/Mature art wouldn't make sense for:

Abraham Van Helsing (UMAE)

Adrien Irons

Af, Angel of Anger (UMAE)

Antares Briggs

Archangel Raguel (UMAE)

Auda

Baphomet (UMAE)

Barna Schindewolf

Chernobog (UMAE)

Dark Queen Dunja (UMAE)

Desislav Robles

Dr. Adalph Wolfgang Faust

Dragoslava the Indomitable

Empress Eliza-Rex

Englehart Schindewolf

Gilgamesh, King of Uruk (UMAE)

Heinrik Rofocale

Hemah, Angel of Rage (UMAE)

Hermes Trismegistus/Nicolas Flamel (UMAE)

Lady Blood Rose of Grishnakh

Lapsus Spiritus Fausta

Loki (UMAE)

LBRX - HALVAR

Marin Schindewolf

Mercurius II

Monsterlock

Professor Marcel Matheo Germaine

Quetzalcoatl (UMAE)

Set (UMAE)

Sir Odo, Knight of the Unlight

Spiritus Magni Antonia

Spiritus Magni Athena

Spiritus Magni Drusa

Spiritus Magni Octavia

Spiritus Magni Vita

Sun Wukong (UMAE)

Thaddeus

Trumna Wintergate

ULTRAMagic Blood Wraith

ULTRAMagic Boulder

ULTRAMagic Daemon

ULTRAMagic Desperado

ULTRAMagic Disciple

ULTRAMagic Dreadnaught

ULTRAMagic Entropy

ULTRAMagic Frost

ULTRAMagic Hunter

ULTRAMagic Lance

ULTRAMagic Magistrate

ULTRAMagic Master Skull

ULTRAMagic Reaper

ULTRAMagic Thunder

ULTRAMagic Vanguard

ULTRAMagic Ultimatum

Unlight Will

Victor Von Frankenstein (UMAE)

Vlad III Dracula (UMAE)

Weaver Craddock

Will (Red Lantern)

William "Tusk" Willfort/ William Owyn Von Hohenheim

Zal-Rint

Zoltan Tenebre Raphael Dracul

Verdict: NSFW/Mature Art would not make much sense for these characters. Some reasons are as follows:

Some are well beyond carnal desires

Some have no interest in that stuff

Some are evil and are not to be trifled with

Constructs and Robots have no interest

Eliza-Rex has no time for that nonsense

Some characters are emotionally unstable

TL;DR You better have a GOOD REASON for why you're drawing this kind of art for these characters.

Characters I'm neutral on:

Abezithibod (UMAE)

Cynassa (Adult) (UMAE)

Dark Queen Dunja (Floralia Alternate)

Durlexxy "Lexxy" Golumms

Farrow

Faustus

Haunt

Mira

Samantha

Spook

Will (Absol/Adult)

Will (Carnage/Adult)

Will (Inque/Adult)

Will (ULTRAMagic Alternate/Adult)

Verdict: I don't mind with these characters, just be mindful of who they are, what they're like, and what setting they come from.

Acceptable NSFW/Mature characters:

Alfonso Devious

Antonio Pari (+ Spiderlock)

Celena

Cheryl Garnier

Deadlock/Zas (Adult)

Dolus & Iocus

Erika Storm

Hel Jessica Ford

Iden Athenon

Lerissa Bloodfang

Marion "Tanya" Elizabeth Devilfay

Maya Athenon

Max (Eloslime)

Morrigan Devilfay

Ms. Phantasm

Ornias of Aquarius (UMAE)

Stark Devious

Turvy-Topsy (Adult)

Valentina Pari

Will (Floralia Alternate/Adult)

Will (Phantasm LLC/Adult)

Will (Gorgon/Adult)

Will (LD/Adult)

Zelgo (Reboot)

Verdict: These characters are acceptable for NSFW/Mature art. They are all adults and appear as adults. They are either my characters or characters I have permission to use. In regards to characters I have permission for, check with the owner regardless before drawing.

[pyreflydust]

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[niyanoireee]

OHMY GOD IM SCTEAMJNG RN

also the reason you can’t find anything about them is bc it’s a custom made au ; it was formed by me and my friends SOO LMFO. IDK WHERE U FOUND A BATTLE SPRITE FOR THEM? BUT I LOVE THIS SO MUHHC KISSES AND LOVES TO U XOXOXOXO

New drawing after I'm not even sure how long

I've researched this character for 30 minutes and i can only find a battle sprite and 3 posts by @niyanoireee so credit to them.

[darth-memes]

HAPPY MAY THE 4TH!!!

[cosmik-homo]

I feel like I'm nearing the end of the star wars squadrons story mode and it's making me so sad... I'll miss my vanguard squadron buddies, y'know? Fighting is fun in multiplayer too but I need my found family ok

[fatehbaz]

The perfect storm had been building for some time. Ferguson is at the bottom of the income spectrum and has acted as a sort of vanguard for the outward march of suburban poverty. [...] [T]he dwindling population, fleeing industry, and plummeting property values had created a budgetary crisis, forcing many of the area’s small municipalities to rely less on their shrinking tax base and more on extra-tax fees and fines, enforced by the police and facilitated by the city’s arcane court system.

The result was that Ferguson and similar suburbs existed in what the Huffington Post called “a totalizing police regime beyond any of Kafka’s ghastliest nightmares.” Out of a population of roughly 21,000, over 16,000 Ferguson residents had arrest warrants issued. And this number only counts individuals with warrants, not the total number of warrants. In 2013 this figure was a staggering 35,975, roughly 1.5 warrants per person in the city.

These warrants were part of a complex racket designed to impose unrelenting fines on the poor population in order to fund the city government, which itself had largely been redesigned to facilitate this predatory practice.

In 2013 fines, court fees, and other such extortions accounted for some 20 percent of the city’s budget. These fines were disproportionately applied to the city’s black residents, with black drivers twice as likely to be stopped, searched, and arrested as their white counterparts. [...]

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These funding systems are not unique to St Louis, but instead became a national trend as more and more municipalities found themselves in dire conditions after the last crisis. The suburbanization of poverty and skyrocketing incarceration rates have thus been paired with growth in these massive, extra-tax extortions applied to the poor -- and particularly the suburban and rural poor, who are more likely to live in small, cash-strapped municipalities (or counties) with a dwindling tax base and less access to federal aid. In most places, this takes the form of an expanding net of legal search, supervision, and harassment that essentially extends the walls of the prison out into the new suburban ghetto.

Increasingly expensive incarceration is gradually replaced by a predatory probation system composed of extra-carceral monitoring, fines, and seizure of property, all amplified by the fusion of public budgets and for-profit probation companies. 

Many of these are relatively recent trends, with Ferguson’s dependence on probation funding skyrocketing after 2010. But rather than an unfortunate exception, Ferguson is a window into the future. As low growth, deepening crisis, and general austerity continue [...] [t]hese cities will be forced to find new sources of funding, and the easiest way to do this is for better-off residents to utilize existing legal resources in order to prey on the poor.

As the economic situation becomes increasingly dire, similar patterns emerge at greater scales: the county, the state, and the federal government will all turn to such predatory practices, facilitated by growing armies of police and preexisting legal mechanisms for debt collection, surveillance, and incarceration.

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These patterns are piloted in the poorest areas, applied first to the most disadvantaged social groups. In Anaheim, California, the poorer, predominantly Latino neighborhoods in the city have seen a series of gang injunctions, allowing plainclothes police to arrest and open fire on residents for things as simple as their clothing color or gathering in a crowd. In 2012 a sequence of police shootings in the city led to nights of rioting just outside D!sneyl@nd. In the poorer parts of New York, stop and frisk policies and the enforcement of laws against minor offences (such as selling loose cigarettes) have allowed for similar practices, resulting in local riots around the killing of Kimani Gray in Flatbush in 2013 and national riots around the killing of Eric Garner in 2014. Similar practices have long been applied to the rural poor, including the black residents of regions such as the Mississippi River Delta, Native residents of reservations such as Pine Ridge, Latino farmworkers across the country, and the white poor in places like the coal-mining towns of Appalachia.

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Text by: Phil Neel. Hinterland: America’s New Landscape of Class and Conflict. 2018. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]

[niyanoireee]

Hiii!! Rlly interested abt what vanguardtale is about, like is chara physical? How? Does the au still take place in the underground? Or well whats the overall idea? Love the art btw ♡

hi okay so!! this will be a short summary!!

Vanguard!Tale starts at the very end of the pacifist route. Instead of the barrier breaking, It had stayed completely shut for currently mysterious reasons. Asgore would have normally sacrificed himself so Frisk can pass, however Frisk talked him out of it, as she assured him that she'd find another way.

KEEP IN MIND THE STORY IS STILL PROGRESSING cuz.. everyone who’s part of it is insanely slow.

— > Frisk is female in vanguardtale , Chara is male.

For the next 7 years, Frisk stays underground. She's now 17, soon to be 18. During this time, War rages out on the surface which further prevents the monsters from leaving the underground. Due to war and the danger of humanity on the surface, The seven souls are currently kept under even heavier containment as Asgore decides what to do. . . The name vanguardtale comes from the fact that Asgore will eventually give 6 monsters one of the 6 souls; So eventually they can go on the surface and not have to worry about being attacked by humans. This is just a lil summary there’s so much more lore :3 but that’s like the jist. As for some of the MAIN characters. . .

FRISK

Frisk starts off as 10 almost 11, but is now 17 and soon to be 18. Unknown to most, She's done numerous genocide runs years before her final Pacifist run, only to be remembered by Chara. She is, at her core, a murderer. But with the power of DETERMINATION, she came to a realization that she has the ability to change who she is. She will always have the urges to start another route, however her willpower to be a better person and change lives is much stronger than the halfhanded urges. She now resides at New Home and has somewhat replaced Sans as "The Judge".

TORIEL

Toriel has remained basically the same with the slight addition of a new nickname; Cari. Even though shes very similar to UT!Toriel, She has become slightly less reserved in fights. She will only kill when provoked by someone who's proven to be irredeemable, in which she will not hesistate or falter. She excells in almost all fields above most monsters, however shes especially skilled in defense. As for appearance, she looks far more royal than before. She wears purple underneath her white cape and white DELTARUNE symbol connecting the jacket/cape together

SANS

Sans, appearance wise.. is the same. Literally the exact same. He's lazy, did you expect much different? However he DID find a "blue heart sticker" that hes worn ever since. (Possible redesign soon) As for personality, he's much more canon than fanon. He will, in fact, NOT push out a blaster at the slightest inconvinience! With Frisk now taking the job of Judge, he's pretty much living carefree.

CHARA

Nope! Chara is not physical as you asked! He’s a ghost and god knows how he ages. Chara HATES Frisk; And that’s alot coming from someone who would kiss the ground she used to walk on. Any route they took, Chara would support. Every genocide she did, Chara was rooting. But eventually something changed. After Flowey had completely given up on trying to stop Frisk; Chara took a step up and began that job. Not because he hates Frisk for what she’s done; but because they’re insanely tired of being in this world. Imagine how many resets of genocide and then some random ass postponed pacifist. Yea, he’s fucking fed up.

the whole au generally requires a lot of explanation so if you have more questions about something u want more detail on lmk. ALSO IK I DIDNT COVER EVERY CHARACTER BUT THERES SO MUCH TO COVER AND I JS WANGED TO GIVE A QUICK SUMMARY OF WHATS MOST IMPORTANT

[dissociativedaydream]

I'll Come Back to You

Pairing: Feresk Tssat "Frisk" x gn!reader

Word Count: ~1.5K

Tags: Mostly fluff, little bit of reader being a worrywart, tiny bit of licking lol

A/N: I don't know too much about the character other than what I found on the wiki and recounts of people who played the game 😅 hopefully it's not too OC - also sorry it's kind of short but I thought the ending was cute so I'm sticking by it.

“Hey if it isn’t my favorite bartender!”

You sigh, there weren’t too many regulars around these parts but one Trandoshan was determined to get your attention every time.

“Hi Frisk, the usual?” You put on your best customer service smile, flinging the towel you were cleaning the bar with over your shoulder.

“You know me so well.” He chuckled as he plopped himself down with a noticeable sigh in his usual spot by the bar well.

Weird. No flirty compliments or trademark smirk on his face.

“Bad day?” You asked, placing a glass of Trandoshan ale in front of him.

His eyes flickered across your face briefly while he nodded in thanks before glancing down at the drink, his face not betraying anything.

You backed away, kind of surprised by his mood. For the last several months he’d been coming here it’d been nothing but flirting and compliments, he always seemed to be in an upbeat mood despite his work with the Vanguard Squad.

More patrons walked in and you moved to serve them but kept stealing glances over at the lumbering man. His mood didn’t seem to change as the night wore on, you were careful to keep his glass full. Eventually, the bar quieted down and you could stop and pry.

“Did I do something to deserve the quiet treatment?” You teased, leaning over the bar a little bit away from him, not wanting to crowd him too much.

“Not a thing sweetheart,” he replied, not looking up from his drink.

You waited a beat, not sure how to proceed or if you even should. You decided against it, instead opting to move down the bar doing some cleaning. After a little bit, you had the feeling someone was watching you.

“Do you have a story for me Frisk?” You asked, peeking over your shoulder in time to see him drop his gaze back down to the counter.

He started tapping his claws against the bar for a moment before putting some credits down. “Not today dear, I just wanted to see your face before I leave.”

“What's going on?” You wouldn’t normally question a bar patron like that but you couldn’t stop yourself. The Trandoshan turned to look at you seemingly surprised at your question.

You laughed nervously, wondering what the hell was wrong with you. He chuckled in response, “I’ll be back sweetheart, I’ve got a mission to do.”

Your heart dropped a little bit. He was worried about a mission? From the stories he told you were a little surprised. He’d always been so confident in his flying skills and for a guy with the Imperial death mark on his head, he always seemed so carefree.

“You’re not getting soft on him are you?” Your coworker came behind you, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.

“Don’t scare me like that!”

They smirked, “that sounds an awful lot like deflecting. So you are getting soft on him! I knew you would!”

“No, I’m not! Why would you think that?” You turned away, worried that they’d somehow sense the heat that was currently radiating from your face.

They snorted at your statement, “right, well. No one is blaming you, if he dates the way he flirts he’d probably worship the ground you walk on.”

You let out a breathy laugh, trying your best to return to your work but your mind wandered to the albino pilot and whether you’d see him again.

~

It had been weeks since you last saw Frisk. While that wasn’t unusual you couldn’t help but jump to conclusions and think the worst. You almost hoped he died in a dog fight. You didn’t even want to entertain the thought of him being caught by the Empire. Bad enough he had been in trouble for the stupid counterfeit painting with the Imperial officer, but now also aligned with the rebels?

You groaned, leaning back in your seat. You were supposed to be doing the budget for your supervisor but you couldn’t focus. This was stupid. Since when were you worried about Frisk? It wasn’t that long ago you were complaining about his long-winded (and probably embellished) stories and his insistence that you be the one to hear them all. But now you’d kill to hear one. Even if it was another of his famous repeats.

Groaning again, before dropping your head onto the desk. The musty smell of old flimsi filling your nose. Stupid old fashion owner wanting to use this stupid old book when a datapad would be so much faster. You wanted to get back out to the bar instead of sitting here alone with your thoughts.

A familiar voice drifted into the office from the bar, interrupting your thoughts but you could only catch your coworker’s response.

“Sorry, she’s working in the back tonight. Can I get you anything?”

You sat up straight suddenly, there was only one person that would ask for you.

“Yeah, a Trandoshan ale please.”

You stood up fast enough to hit your leg on the low desk, mumbling a quiet swear you didn’t stop, you had to confirm that you weren’t dreaming.

Sure enough, sitting by the bar well was your favorite pilot. He was drumming his talons against the bar like he was nervous watching the other patrons at the bar. His eyes wandered before falling on you standing in the doorway, his body posture perking up.

Your feet moved before your brain could catch up.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing the budget?” Your coworker asked, a knowing grin on their face.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You mumbled in response, eyes focused on the man in front of you.

He chuckled as you threw your arms around his neck, his own arms going around your waist.

“Now that’s not the welcome home I was expecting but I’m not complaining.” His breath tickled your ear, his body warm against yours.

“I thought you weren’t coming back.” You murmured back, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

You inhaled deeply, he smelled like sweat and something metallic, he must’ve come straight here after getting back. His hands on your back started to trace patterns and he nuzzled into your neck.

“I’m enjoying this sweetheart but pretty sure everyone at the bar is staring at us.” He relaxed his grip, giving you a chance to move away.

Instead, you pulled him tighter to you. “I don’t care. I was worried about you.”

“Sweetheart,” Frisk released your waist and grabbed your arms to position you for him to see your face. “Seriously. You don’t need to worry about me. I’ve made it this long.”

You glared at him. “You were acting weird before you left. I assumed you were worried about your mission. You’re never worried.”

He sighed before chuckling again, “I’m a damn good pilot. You don’t need to worry your pretty little head about me.”

You made a face at him, after months of hearing him talk and getting to know him you could tell he was holding something back.

“It was a little more dangerous than the usual mission,” he relented. “But nothing the Vanguard Squad couldn’t handle.”

“Don’t scare me like that again.” You dropped your voice down to a whisper as your coworker approached, drink in hand.

Frisk’s eyes softened, “I honestly didn’t think you’d care.”

You smiled, “You came in here regularly, telling me all those stories and flirting but didn’t expect anything to come of it? Really?”

You had to stifle a giggle as his eyes lit up. He pulled you closer, bumping his forehead against yours. His comlink started beeping, an uncharacteristic growl coming from him.

“I’ll be right back, it’s probably the general.” He mumbled before moving to the far side of the bar, giving you a wink as he answered it.

“Aww look at you.” Your coworker finally interjected with a smirk on their face. “Finally admitting to your lil crush.”

You rolled your eyes with a smirk, “Yeah, you got me. Guess I should probably finish that budget.”

“Nah, I think you’re not feeling too well. You’re all feverish and loopy, acting weird and stuff, you should probably go home.” They grinned before leaning in, dropping their voice to a whisper. “I’m not going to say if it’s with anybody.”

“You’re a dork and I appreciate you.” You whispered back, returning your attention to the Trandoshan at the back of the bar.

Frisk notices your shift in attention and winks again, curling a finger to beckon you over. As you walked closer you could hear fragments of the conversation, it sounded like they were talking about the next mission.

“Got it, I’ll be there first thing in the morning. Goodnight General Syndulla.”

“Bright and early start tomorrow?” You asked.

An arm curled around your waist, effectively pulling you into his lap. Nuzzling your neck, he doesn’t answer right away, seemingly enjoying your closeness.

“Frisk?” You prompted.

He sighed against your skin before briefly trailing his tongue along part of your exposed collarbone, causing your breath to get caught in your throat.

“Some of the Imps got away on the mission, the general wants us to see if we can find them.” He murmured before nuzzling into the crook of your neck again.

“Is it dangerous?” You asked, your brain honestly not working too well with the Trandoshan’s hot breath against your neck.

“It’s war, my dear, it’s all dangerous. But I’ll come back to you, I promise.”

[stephenjaymorrisblog]

Today’s Pig is Tomorrow’s Bacon

Thursday, June 11, 2020

 By Stephen Jay Morris

©Scientific Morality

       History to some is a boring subject.  The way it was presented to me in grade school was all about memorizing dates and peoples’ names you didn’t really care about.  It was about the mid term, and then the final exam.  Public school curriculum was always a tug of wag between progressive methods and conservative techniques of education.

So, who won the war?  Neither ideology won.  It became a compromise of mediocrity.  Most subjects in school were anemic because of censorship by various groups on the left or right; mostly right wing Christian groups.  That is why science classes were so flimsy.  You couldn’t teach that the world was billions of years old because it contradicted the bible.

History is not boring! You remember your own name and birth date, don’t you?  Well…I am going to lay down some history on you: my own!  My history parallels social history.  Back then I wasn’t just a spectator of history, but a participant.

In the late 60s, what was happening in the black community was a daily ritual of police brutality. If you were black and walking anywhere, you were stopped, frisked, searched, and asked for identification. Were you to show any disrespect to the cops, you would “accidentally” fall down on your face and cause injuries to your body.  It was their word against yours.

Other non-white people suffered the same injustices by the police.  And, so did white hippies!  Long hair meant you were on dope and you were a “nigger-lover.”  I had my share of police harassment.  My long hair covered my face, so my white skin privilege was suspended until I got a haircut.  “Are you a boy or a girl?” a cop would ask.  There was also penis privilege, of which mine was revoked because I had long hair.  There used to be heterosexual privilege; mine was canceled until I got…well, you know. If you had long hair, the cops would call you a cock sucking queer.  All I had to do was get a haircut and all my problems would be over.  However, for those who were Black, it was a constant, day-to-day struggle.

Enter the Black Panther Party.  The Panthers were not some ideological or political group.  In the beginning, they were a militant Civil Rights group, which ultimately became the vanguard of the New Left revolution.  They supported Third World resistance and uprising against Imperialism. They were in support of the Viet Cong and others.  Their focus was on police brutality.  The Panthers went on street patrols, armed with rifles and law books.  When they saw cops harassing someone, they would stand nearby, shouting instructions to the victim on how he should legally respond. They put a halt to police harassment for a couple of years.  It was illegal to call a cop a curse word, so the Panthers would call them “pigs.” That word was and is protected by the First Amendment of the Bill of Rights.  Once, I used that word to some cops.

In 1970, I was on my way home, walking.  I was in the alley that ran adjacent to my house, when some unmarked cop car stopped beside me.  Inside, there were two plain-clothes, white cops in dark sunglasses, with sideburns and mustaches. They looked like characters from the sit-com, “Reno 911.”  They were dressed in casual clothes, like male models out of a department store ad in the Sunday paper.  The driver asked me, “Have you seen a Chicano wearing khaki pants and a yellow shirt, about 6 feet 4, walk by here?”  Now, I was a stupid, 16-year-old militant, so in a reflex action, I replied, “I didn’t see shit, pig!”  Both of them were clearly exasperated, plus they were wielding giant flashlights that cops commonly used as Billy clubs.  They slowly exited their car and approached me.  One of them asked softly, “What did you say?”  I felt a surge of adrenaline invading my belly; I knew that I was going to get the shit beat out of me!  Just then, behind me, I heard my mom open the front door of my house. With great relief, I turned around and said, “Hey, mom!”  She didn’t say a word, but she looked concerned.  The head pig said to my mom, “Ma’am!  Tell your son to watch his mouth!”  They both got in their car and sped off in pursuit of their suspect. What was even scarier was that this incident occurred right next to my house on Martel Avenue!

That’s just one of many encounters I had with the cops.  This next anecdote took place in my high school history classroom.  My history teacher enjoyed holding class discussions of current events.  One day, were talking about police brutality and how to stop it.  Now, this was 1969 and the network news nightly showed film clips of cops bashing and whacking the hell out of student demonstrators with their batons.  By this time, I was in solidarity with the Black Panther Party, who’d proposed having community control of the police department.  I said to classroom, “We should abolish the police department!”  One girl’s eyes popped out her head and she shrieked, “Are you out of your mind?!  Who is going to protect the public from crime?”  To this, I replied, “The community peace patrol, I imagine!” Then she had the nerve to recite this bumper sticker text, “Well...if you don’t like the police, next time you are trouble, call a hippie!”  It turned out that her dad was a cop.  The bell rang and my teacher said, “What Stephen said is a valid point.  Good day.”  Wow!  No teacher had ever validated anything I said!

So here we are.  It seems a million years since the Chicago cops assassinated Black Panther Fred Hampton, and it’s been just 15 days since a cop murdered George Floyd.  His murder started a wild fire of protests and riots around the world.  There are calls now from the Black Lives Matter movement to defund the police.  I also heard some anarchists calling for the abolition of the police department.  Bam!   Some ideas never die.

So, what do I believe now? Since the police are part of the working class, they should be revolutionized toward progressive values. They should take off the uniform and not carry guns.  They should be trained in the martial arts.  They should be peace officers not police officers.  Progressive unions should represent them.  I say abolish the police department and transform it into a community peace force.

The white-wingers (formerly, right-wingers) claim they are pro-police.  They are not.  They only support the cops when they violently abuse some poor victim.   Now, should the cops go on strike for higher wages, you will not see one conservative on the picket line with them. Conservatives are not willing to pay higher taxes to support their local police.  Hell, no!  They’d rather privatize the police force and have them guard and protect the white rich and their acres upon acres of property.  Here’s one argument worth contemplating:  Abolish the police so they can never be privatized!

Okay, Boomer?  

 Take a listen to this song I wrote in 1980 about the Los Angeles Police Department:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpIzWoS0Vto

[orienteddreamerrr]

Finally getting into typing up the Frisk imagine sequel…even though the first one does NOT have too many likes…but I’ll type it up anyway! And I originally created this a day BEFORE my birthday last year sooo…yeah…

You And Feresk Go On This Mission…But You Almost Risked Your Life!

(Part 2 of the Feresk Tassat Imagine!)

(Feresk Tassat X Fem Reader)

(STAR WARS: SQUADRONS!)

(KINDA LONG)

Rating: PG for…brief violence and fluff!

Your mission was the most dangerous one yet. And it happened to be on your birthday. But once that day came, you had gotten your birthday wishes from the Vanguard Squadron and from Lindon himself. But he told you the festivities will have to be later. Just after the briefing ended, you see Lindon was gesturing towards you, wanting for you to come talk to him. You look over to Feresk standing next to you, his brows furrowing in concern, but you told him you’ll meet up with him in the hangar. As he left, you walk over to Lindon as he gave you a pained smile.

“I’m pretty sure you know who we’re dealing with?”, You gave a nod, sighing slightly. “Yeah…my day is totally ruined…”, Lindon shook his head. “I wouldn’t say that…like I said before, we’ll celebrate once this mission is over…do you know what fighter you’ll be taking?”, “My X-Wing as usual…”, “Good…you should get a move on then…be careful out there…”, You gave a firm nod to him as you left out of there and to the hangar. You see your X-Wing already getting prepared by the mechanics…right next to yours is Frisk’s bomber X-Wing. You walk over to him, seeing he was lost in thought. You softly hit his shoulder as he turned around to notice you. He smiles his toothy smile as you smile back. “Hey! You okay there!”, Frisk nods slightly, looking to the floor.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m just worried about somethin’…”, You furrow your eyebrows at this as you step closer to him, seeing his toothy smile fade away. “Alright, what is it?”, Frisk only looks at you, his eyes having a look of dread. It almost looked like he didn’t want to tell you. He was about to speak when someone had calledout, “Alright people! Let’s move out!”, You could only sigh at this as you quickly wrap your arms around Frisk’s neck as you felt his arms wrap around your waist, embracing you back. “I’ll be fine, okay? This’ll be over before you know it…”,

You tell him that after releasing him, seeing Frisk smirking at your words. You smirk back as you make your way over to your X-Wing, climbing in and flipping on some switches, preparing for takeoff. Pulling on the throttle, you and Vanguard squadron were up and out of the hangar, making your way to your hyperspace jump position. Once after traveling for some time through hyperspace, after you got out, you see you were at this dismal looking part of the galaxy, as one of your squad mates came onto the comm…it was Gunny. “Alright squad, do we all know the plan?”, There was a moment of silence.

“Yeah, but no sign of the Empire rebels anywhere…”, Grace had spoken through. “Oh, they’ll come soon enough…just need to blow up that abandoned station and they’ll come a runnin’…”, “Well, friendly reminder, a planet is nearby…we don’t wanna get caught in a whirlwind…”, You say that into your comm, hearing Frisk growl in response. “She’s got a point, the planet looks deserted, and a storm is brewin’ up down there…gotta be careful…”, Your stomach formed butterflies when he said those words for some reason. “Which is why we need to get this over with…let’s go Vanguard!”, You can see Gunny take the lead in flight towards the station as the rest you and your mates follow as well.

Using the X-Wing blasters, you shoot up the station, making space debris fly everywhere. “I think we did it!”, You hear Keo say that through the comms. It was only for a moment when out of nowhere, those Empire rebels came out of hiding, and overwhelmed you and the squad with their fire power. “Where’d they all come from?!”, You yelp into the comm as you try to maneuver about them, trying to get a target. You were able to take a few out as your comm fizzled on. “They were probably waiting for us…use what you’ve got!”, You heard Grace say those words as you take a breath.

This was probably the first wave as you take out a few more, all without knowing of an Empire Frigate had just come out of hyperspace. You only took one look to see they fired a missile. And it was coming right at you! “Get out of fire!”, “It’s gonna hit her!”, “Watch out!”, All these warnings were coming from your wing mates. You pushed on your throttle to get out of the way, but not fast enough—the missile was aiming for one of your turbo engines. It made impact, sending your X-Wing into a daze, spinning out of control. You were too dizzy to call for help through the comms as all you could do was endure.

You realized your X-Wing is spinning towards that planet you mentioned out earlier, seeing you were getting closer and closer by the second. Just as you passed through the atmosphere, you reach for the eject button as the roof of the X-Wing gives way, sending your seat jolting out of the cockpit. A parachute comes out of the chair, making the speed of your free fall become much slower. All you can do was watch as you see your X-Wing hit the ground with an explosion. Your comms makes a crackling noise as it sparks back to life. “Y/n? You there? It’s Frisk, I’m comin’ to get yah!”, “Alright…”, You could only get that word out as you landed safely onto the sandy ground. You disconnect yourself from the chair, kneeling onto that sandy ground as you try to catch your breath.

It was for a moment when you hear slight rumbling in the distance. It grew louder as you look to see a familiar Bomber class X-Wing fly across the sky. It was Frisk! You quickly stand to your feet as you start walking, watching as Frisk makes a landing ahead of you. You were closer to see Frisk hopping out and jogging towards you. “Feresk! I’m okay!”, You tell him, seeing him come up to hug on you. You wrap your arms around his neck to embrace him back,, feeling his heart was racing. It slowed down some though as he released you, resting his forehead against yours. ”Thought I lost yah back there…”, You hear Frisk mutter that as you both lift your heads to look at each other, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Yeah…this birthday is somethin’ else…”, Frisk chuckles at what you say as he leans in to lick your cheek in affection, feeling your heart flutter as you smile. You lean in to return the gesture, kissing his scaly skin as you hug on him again. Once releasing, you see Frisk point behind him. “C’mon! I’m here to take you back…Lindon wants to know if you’re okay…”, You furrow your brows in slight confusion as you take a glance at his X-Wing. “But it only fits one pilot…”, Frisk smirks slightly as he places his three taloned fingers onto his hip. “Not unless you’re sitting in my lap…”, He growls slightly afterwards, making your face feel like it’s on fire as you roll your eyes. You watch as Frisk climbs his way back into his X-Wing as you climb in after, plopping yourself onto his lap.

You see him flip some switches as the roof of the X-Wing closes. “Hang on!”, His arms slip under yours as he grabs the joysticks, feeling yourselves lift up off the ground. Frisk maneuvers his X-Wing into the atmosphere, flipping on more switches, preparing to go into hyperspace. Once traveling and getting out, you could see the hovering freighter base up ahead. “Is everyone okay?”, You ask Frisk, feeling him jump slightly at the sound of your voice. You smirk to yourself in reaction. “Yeah! Everyone’s alright…”, You can’t help but sigh a relief as Frisk makes a landing in the hangar pad. Just as the roof opens up, you quickly climb out to see the Vanguard squad standing off to the side with Lindon waiting alongside them.

You gotten your birthday wishes and hugs from them again as Lindon praised for your bravery. You still had to talk with him as you follow him to his office. You look behind to see Frisk standing there, his brows furrowing in slight worry. You smile to him, letting him know you’ll be back as you catch up with Lindon who was ahead of you. Just as the automated doors close behind you, you see Lindon turn around with his eyebrows furrowing. “Look, I know that was brave of you, but I can’t have you risking your life like that…”, You look to the floor, feeling guilt swell up inside you at his words. “I’m sorry captain…”, “Don’t call me captain…I should be calling you a hero…if it weren’t for you in the way of that missile, lives would’ve been lost…that missile was originally aimed for a settlement on that planet…”,

You look up to Lindon, smiling slightly. “Thank you Lindon…”, You see Lindon smiling back as he walks up to you, patting your shoulder. “You are very welcome…now go and celebrate your birthday…you deserve it…”, Your smile widens more as you rush out of his office and back to the hangar pad. You could see a small table was laid out with festive goods on top. “Y/n! You made it!”, You turn to see Keo coming up to you, a grin on their face. “Hey Keo…we’re starting, right?”, “Yep! Come on!”, Keo grabs your hand, leading you over to the rest of the squad to start the festivities. You were able to celebrate, getting gifts from everyone especially from Frisk…and you could not have asked for a better one. Also with Lindon calling you a hero, it’s an honor above all and everything else!

The End!

Did you enjoy? Good! Thanks! Leave a like as usual…I feel like this is NOT my best work…I can do better.

[thepnictogenwing]

brief reflections on music, being bad with music, and being bound up with music

we have a curse of sorts, as a plural system: music.

in our “real life” childhood (as opposed to all the other childhoods we’ve experienced), we developed a great love of classical music very early‚ fortified by a school field trip to the concert hall in San Diego to see a performance. we devoured library books about composers and musical instruments. we daydreamed about becoming a composer or a concert violinist or even a conductor.

in vain. we lack a good sense of left-right coördination; we do very poorly in tasks that required concerted effort with both hands, and that rules out most musical instruments. our attempt to learn violin met humiliating failure at the hands of a sarcastic 6th grade music teacher, and while we made a couple attempts later in life to learn a musical instrument—trying piano lessons and guitar lessons—nothing ever “took”, and eventually we gave up the dream as dead. the entire subject was becoming too painful to contemplate.

we’ve also never really learned about musical structure, composition, or anything of that sort. possibly we don’t have the brain for it, or maybe our traumas hinder us—in any case, the subject has remained opaque to us.

so it’s been profoundly ironic that our system has come to depend so heavily upon music. part of our substance, you might say, includes the pieces of music that help define our characters: “Undertale” music, “Deltarune” music, “Fate/Zero” and “Fate/Apocrypha” music, many other pieces of music. we listen to this music, we try to attune ourselves to it—and yet, we don’t really know how to talk about it. it’s not like film or literature; we can explain (roughly) why we respond to some films and stories, but not others. we can’t do that with music.

it also seems quite fitting that I’m the vanguard of the “Undertale” presence in this system; I introjected well before anyone else, and I have been by far the most active UT fictive introject in the Pnictogen Wing...and yet, I have no theme music. Azzy does, Undyne does, other do; even our introject of Frisk considers “Ruins” to be more or less theirs.

not me, though. Toby Fox gave me nothing. I exist as a hole in the game, a cypher, and that goes for the game’s music too.

~Chara of Pnictogen