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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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Hunter's Delight

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, violence, blood, coercion, and other elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: A peaceful getaway turns to horror when you encounter a strange man in the woods.

Character: Kraven the Hunter

Note: So, this isn't what I was planning as my birthday fic but my other fic was just not happening lol.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

The smell of cedar tinges the air. Birds wing across the pale blue sky and critters rustle in the twigs and leaves that trim the forest floor. Shadows nestle between the trunks and lend an ominous hue to any otherwise harmonious landscape.

It’s a long needed escape from urban crush. The fatigue of your nine to five recedes as your brief getaway frees you of the unseen cuffs of modern survival. There are no emails, no memos, or stuffy meetings. There is only you and naked outdoors.

Oh, and your friends.

You never traveled much. Most of the time you had off, you were too tired to do much more than the bare minimum. You hadn’t even thought of it until Larissa invited you. It just never occurred to you to spend the money or the energy. Now you’re more than happy you did.

You follow the snakish path that dips between valleys and over hills, up steep walkways and across sprawling plateaus. The lush green is endless, littered with patches of thick forest, and the occasion running river crested by an old wooden bridge.

Larissa chatters loudly about your eventual return to the cottage. She dreams of kebabs cooked over the campfire and some fruity sangria. You trail the others, four of you in all. Jodi and Cameron ahead of you as your host leads the way. Work friends, but you suppose more now that you’re here.

The river water sends up a fresh scent from behind the looming trunks and you glance over at the gleaming ripples, almost twinkling as you admire them between the trees. You could do this every day. Just wander until you can’t move anymore.

“I can’t believe this is your first time up north,” Jodi says, drawing you from your mind.

“Uh, yeah, never did much exploring I guess,” you shrug.

“Even as a kid?”

“Nope. I think we had one family trip and we didn’t even make it to the amusement park,” you chuckle dryly, “ah well.”

“Ugh, I remember one time, when we were camping, my brother, Toby,” Cameron begins, “he put a frog in my bag. I screamed so loud. My mother didn’t even believe me.”

“Damn,” you remark. Cam tends to do that. Everything in some way relates back to one of her stories.

“Oh, I have an idea,” Larissa stops and faces you, “we have to decide who’s cooking.”

“It’s fine, I said I would–” You begin.

“Boo, that’s no fun,” she snips, “we used to play this game when I was a kid. I always won. Whoever collects the least acorns in ten minutes cooks.”

“Acorns?” You look around nervously. “Where?”

“You shouldn’t get lost. If you go too far, just stay still and we’ll find you,” she brushes off your concern, “it’ll be fun. And I know all the best spots!”

“That’s no fair,” Jodie pouts.

“How about I start after you. I’ll only do five minutes,” she barters.

“How do we know time’s up?” Cam picks a fingernail.

“Like I said, if you don’t show up, we’ll come find you.”

“I guess…”

“Alright, how about, whoever collects the most gets princess treatment for the night. The rest of us will have to serve you drinks and get you whatever you want,” she offers with a smug grin.

You bite your lip but don’t argue. It’s obvious she’s going to win but you wouldn’t mind the chance to explore a bit more. Besides, you never complain about time alone. It’s so peaceful here, that might just be a reward of its own.

“Come on!” Larissa claps, “bragging rights are included.”

“Fine,” Cameron sighs, “I guess it’s not completely stupid.”

“It’ll be fun just to wipe that look off your face, Lar,” Jodi snorts.

You shrug and give a nod. You have little faith in your foraging skills but you don’t mind running to the cooler a few extra times that night. Besides, the cottage did get a bit suffocating with all of you there. This might be your only chance for alone time.

“Alright, on three,” Larissa declares, “one, two–” Jodi sprints off and Larissa holler, “I didn’t say three!”

Cameron runs after her and Larissa scowls. She puts her hands on her hips and drags her foot over the grass. You give a sheepish smile and awkwardly sway.

“Guess they won’t know if I start early,” she says and sets off in the opposite direction.

You slowly putter away as you head for the river. You have no intent of gathering acorns, you just want to watch the water. You weave between the trees and come out to the shore along the winding river. You watch the lazy flow and the little minnows flitting beneath the clear ripples.

You get closer and sit on your knees in the dirt. You drag your hands through the water and push your fingers into the silt. You bend slightly and look at your reflection. You're almost hypnotised by the ambiance.

You close your eyes and pull your hands from the water. You place them on your shorts and take a deep breath. You want to hold onto this moment, to remember it once you're stuck back behind a keyboard.

You smile and your lashes flutter open. You see your reflection again, then it suddenly darkens as a shadow comes up behind you. At first, you’re confused, but you assume it’s one of the girls trying to scare you.

“Very funny–”

You fly forward into the water, arms flailing out as you splash into the shallow depth. Your head is pushed down to the riverbed as a foot crush your skull. You cough and gag, gulping down water as your breath bubbles out of your nose. Your head begins to thrum as you choke until at last, the weight relents and you rip your head from beneath the surface.

A sharp boot cracks into your ribs and sends you onto your back. You heave as you land flat, keeping your head just above the water. A man stands above you, crystal blue eyes boring into you as a growl creases in his forehead. He squats and grabs your chin, unsheathing a large knife from his belt.

“Scream and I’ll cut your throat out,” he warns as he pokes the knife tip along your lip, hushing you as he turns it slowly.

You shut your mouth, eyes rounding in terror as you watch him. Who is he? What does he want? You can’t let him know about the other girls. At least, you hope he doesn’t already.

“Listen to me,” he traces along your jaw and down to your throat, “you will do exactly as I say.”

You blink, saying nothing. His voice is gristly and unbending. His dark hair curls behind his head and he wears a thick beard that thins to coarse stubble. Around his neck is a thick cord with a single fang hanging from it.

Your eyes nearly cross as you try to see the knife in his hand..

“Gold locket. Pearl set in the middle. Bring it to me.”

You stare at him searchingly. It’s like he’s speaking another language. Or your brain just won’t hear them as fear courses through your veins.

“She wears it around her neck.”

You see the golden chain around Larissa’s neck. You noticed it once or twice, never really thinking much of it. You just thought it must be sentimental. Your lip trembles as the man clutches the back of your neck and leans into the blade.

“Why?”

He chuckles, “you want to live. I can feel it. So no more questions and I might let you. The locket, midnight. I will wait here. If you do not come, I will come to you. And you can weep with their heads in your bed.”

You gulp as he smirks at you. You nod slowly as he loosens his grip. He releases you. You almost sink back under the water as he stands and you push yourself up. He swirls the thick knife then holds it up to reflect the sunlight.

“Such a beautiful day, it would be a pity if it were to end in blood.”

“I will bring you the locket. I promise.”

“I know you will,” he says as he struts towards the trees, “it is why I chose you.”

You sit dumbfounded, staring after him until you can see nothing but the trees. You shiver as the water stirs calmly around you, soaking you through to the point of discomfort. You climb out of the river and wrings out the fabric of your shirt.

As you look around at the serenity of the pastoral bliss, you can’t fathom that the man had ever truly been there. The tenderness in your neck assures you otherwise. He was and he will be back.

☀️

“What happened to you?” Cameron giggles as you appear from the trees.

“No acorns, huh?” Jodi boasts.

“I uh… dropped them in the river. Tripped,” you lie. You’re too stunned to explain further.

“You okay?” Larissa asks.

“Yep, fine,” you utter.

“Well, Jodi got eleven and Cameron got eight, and I… got twelve.”

“Cheater,” Jodi mutters under her breath.

You’re thankful they’re too distracted by their child’s game to be very concerned. You throw up your hands. “Looks like I’m cooking,” you resign dully.

“And I get to be pampered,” Larissa trills tauntingly.

“Whatever. You’ll be lucky if I don’t dump the sangria on you,” Cameron warns.

Larissa laughs. The girls might play up their cattiness but it’s just friendly competition. Another thing you never really had growing up. Friends.

They leave the acorns in the grass. You’re quiet as you follow them onwards. You look back just before you’re out of sight of the river. You don’t see the man but you have no doubt he meant what he said. He knew about Larissa and the necklace, that’s enough for you.

🌄

As a gracious loser, and a terrified individual, you volunteer to make a pitcher of sangria for the other girls. They happily accept the offer and go out to get the fire started. The night is quickly setting in as you watch the time on your phone. As there is only one solar charger amongst the bunch of you, your battery stays at fifty percent. Without reception, it isn’t of much use anyhow.

You mix the wine, brandy, lemonade and fruit together with a wooden spoon. You hear Larissa giving orders outside over the crackle of the fire. The locket with the pearl. You know she’s still wearing it, you looked for it and there it was, around her neck. What use is jewelry all the way up here.

Your thoughts are split by the snap of the spring door. Jodi tramps inside and huffs.

“Is the wine ready yet? She’s driving me nuts.”

“I’ll bring it out,” you assure her, “why don’t you grab the kebabs, they’re ready to go.”

You nod to the pan of skewers and she lets out a disappointed grumble. She takes the pan and leaves you again to ponder your impromptu mission. You’re not stupid enough to ask for the locket. You watch the oranges swirl in the wine mixture…

You can’t. Can you? You peek over your shoulder and peek through the window. They wouldn’t notice. You could say you used more wine than you thought.

You turn your back to the window. The girls can survive a few bendaryls, they won’t survive that man and his knife. You can deal with hating yourself. That’s never been hard.

You tiptoe across the kitchen. You don’t know why you think they’ll hear you, your guilt just makes you paranoid. You go down to the room and search in the lower bunk for your bag. You take out your box of emergency benadryl and slide out a full insert. Just enough for an edge, nothing deadly.

You sneak back out and drop the pills one by one into the sangria. You stir and you stir and you stir. Finally, you’re content that your potion is complete. Your curse is pharmaceutical allergy relief with a side of drowsiness. The girls are probably too thirsty to notice you’re not sharing.

🌙

Jodi stumbles back from the outhouse. You watch her cautiously, ready to hop up and catch her. She manages to make her way back to the fire and falls into the folding chair with a burp.

“Damn, that sangria is strong,” Cameron chimes.

“And it’s going right through me,” Jodi slurs into a giggle.

“Me too,” Larissa stands up and puts her hands in front of her shorts, “my turn.”

You listen to her go around the side of the cottage, her sandals scraping and scuffling. Jodi leans her head back and snorts, waking herself and lurching forward. You get up and keep her from falling out of her chair.

“Hey, you should lay down,” you say.

“Lightweight,” Cameron teases and gulps down a mouthful. You try not to cringe.

“Whatever, I’m fine,” Jodi babbles.

“Come on,” you get her up, letting her lean on you heavily.

She’s dragging her feet as you get her across the yard and to the steps of the deck. You haul her up and through the back door. Inside, you feel her slacken on your arm until you're pretty much carrying her. You get her into her bed and roll her onto her stomach, already snoring.

You check the time. It’s late. Just after eleven.

You go back out, the blaze of the fire obscuring your view of the yard.

“Not you too,” Cameron chortles as Larissa falls past the chair trying to sit.

“I think it’s time to call it a night.”

“Bleh, listen to the office administrator, she never gives it up,” Larissa sneers, “isn’t that right?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you agree softly. You want all the abuse she has to offer you. You deserve it.

“You wanted to be princess for the night,” Cameron calls over, “let her carry you to bed.”

You ignore Cameron as you steady Larissa and direct her around the fire. You take the same path with the same end, dumping her in the singular queen she claimed for herself in the main bedroom. You make sure she’s on her stomach and shake out your nerves.

You flip on the flashlight built into your phone and shine it over her. You apologise before you unclasp the necklace. It’s heavier than you expect. You tuck it in your pocket and leave her.

One more.

Cameron meets you at the door to your surprise. She’s yawning and staggering. You let her pass as she mutters about the fire. You follow her, making sure she gets to her bed before you go outside to kill the fire.

When all is dark and still, you look up at the moon and measure the journey ahead of you. What if you get lost? What if you can’t remember the way back? You think you do. Doesn’t matter. It’s almost half past and you need to get going.

You grip your phone as you come out around the front of the cottage. You remember that you came from the right… didn’t you? You turn on your flashlight again as the darkness consumes you. You tremble at the sheer endlessness of the night.

As you set off, you hear every twig snap, every branch sway, every bat squeaking from some hidden nook. You are exposed to the unseen. Easy prey.

You hear the low trickle of water, louder in the dearth of night. You use it to guide you, flinching as leaves brush against you. You shine the light around you, trying to get a glimpse of your surroundings. It only illuminates the shadows and adds to the depths of the blackness.

A noise rolls in the darkness. Thunderous as it grows louder, footsteps making themselves heard, a beast closing in. His laughter comes from all around you, dizzying you as you spin and try to find him.

At once, he quiets and you hear nothing but the stirring of the breeze. No footsteps, not laughter, only the frantic beat of your heart. You stop and squint as you shakily raise your phone, making out the thick trunk of a tree.

There is a sudden warmth behind you. His hand is on yours, squeezing before he rips away your cell. You hear it land in the grass. His other arm hooks around your middle. His breath seeps through your hair and across your scalp.

“Give it.”

You reach into your pocket, squirming as you dig out the necklace. You hold it up with a whimper and he wraps your hand up in his again. His rough skin sends a shiver through you. He hums above the soft tinkle of the chain.

“Very good,” he keeps you close, “you are an obedient little pet, aren’t you?”

You don’t move, you don’t speak. He has what he wants. Now you want to go.

“I’ve decided,” he says bluntly. You hold your breath, trying to decipher his meaning. You try to pull away and his arm hooks tighter around you. “I will take you too.”

“What?” You quiver and grasp his arm, shoving on it without result, “no, let me go–”

“You can scream for me,” he walks you forward until you collide with a tree, putting your hands out to keep from being crushed against the bark, “the louder, the better.”

Your fingertips curl painfully against the tree. He traps you against the tree as he lets out a grow, the heat of his breath and body enshrines you. You shake and whine as panic sinks into your chest.

“Please, let me go. Please, I did what you asked–”

“I’m not asking,” he snarls and grabs your shoulder.

He spins you so violenly you can’t help but fall back against the tree. The subtle friction of metal on leather cools your blood as a sliver of moonlight gleans off the knife’s edge. You brace the tree as you babble dumbly. You don’t want to die.

He brings the curve tip of the knife to the hem of your shirt and yanks up, shearing open the front so that it falls open, revealing the bralette beneath. He makes as quick work as that, slicing up the middle and exposing you to the night chill.

He stands over you, bearing in on you as he bends slowly. You gasp as he clutches a handful of your hair and pulls your head to the side. He leans in and grazes your throat with his teeth. You writhe, caught in the arrest of his gruff touch.

He bits down, pinching your flesh until you cry out. He snickers and unclenches his teeth, trailing further down, teasing along your collarbone and over the tender flesh of your shoulder, once more nipping into you. He tortures your flesh, sucking it until it throbs.

He goes lower, tracing his path first with the metallic cold of the blade, then piercing with his teeth. He bites into the curve of your tit, he leaves sore marks blazing all around, at last taking a nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirls around your hard bud, toying with it, sucking, flicking, until finally he bites again.

You sob as he sinks his teeth in. You feel the flesh break and the warmth trickles from you into his mouth. He hums as he drinks it in, unlatching to let your rough skin turn fiery in the open air. He tends to the next, just as cruelly, as your body wracks in shock and agony.

How can this be happening? It can’t be real. You don’t understand. Who is this man? Where did he come from? You close your eyes, trying to hide from reality as it nips at your flesh.

You drone as he leaves a trail of spit and blood down your stomach, biting again and again, a tortured trail down to the top of your denim shorts. Your legs shake, threatening to give out.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tisks and pinches your thigh, “you are weak but you will not give up, pet.”

He cuts along the seams of your shorts, left then right. You tremble with bubbling, teary gulps. The denim falls to your feet and he uses the end of his knife to play with the cotton elastic of your panties. He clicks his tongue but does not voice his amusement further.

He drops to his knees, a hand framing your hip as your legs quake. He squeezes, his thumb jabbing into your pelvis. He drags his knife down the front of your panties and hooks the fabric along the tip. He tugs until they rip, breaking through the fabric, cutting a line along your cunt.

He turns the flat of the blade against your flesh, grazing the folds before pulling it away. You bat your lashes as terror overflows. Your head lolls as your muscles twitch. You see the man’s faint shadow in the slats of moonlight breaking between the cedar trunks, you hear him lick the blade with a purr.

A silver shine reflects the eerie night glow as he raises his knife. You scream as he aims it toward you, stabbing into the wood just beside you. Your heart hammers to cacophony as he laughs at your fright.

He pushes his hand up your thigh, his calloused fingers mean against your soft skin. He feels along the shorn cotton and dips two fingers into the opening. He delves between your lips, flicking his fingers up and down your cunt. Your legs quiver and you clutch onto the divots in the bark, fighting not to fold into a heap.

He slides his fingers back and forth, feeling every part of you, doting on your clit, only to trail back to your entrance. You suck in air sharply and sob. Please just do it. Just let it be over with.

He pushes into you. Slowly, Deliberately. He leans forward and nuzzles the soft vee of hair along your cunt and sighs into you as he wiggles his fingers deeper and deeper. You groan as he stretches you. Even as your body reacts, even as the slickness welcomes the intrusion, it hurts.

He growls as he meets some resistance. You clench around his knuckles and he rams his fingers into you, to their limit. You shriek and your sandals slip in the dirt. Your nail catches in the veins of the tree and snaps.

The coolness of his tongue frightens you as it pokes out and slides along your lips. He tilts his head and glides between your folds, doting on your clit with furious flutters. You gulp and gasp, panting as a new heat blooms inside of you. Your pulse races with more than adrenaline.

He eases his fingers back then in again. Your cunt clenches around him, constricting as his tongue toys with you, flurries your nerves to an unbearable storm. Your insides clutch as rivulets of hot and cold gather in your core, mingling to a fiery roil.

You spasm, stunned by your own body. You stand on your toes as your muscles tauten and your nerves ping off each other. You cum with a raspy whine, forced over the edge by the battle of his thrusting fingers and diligent tongue.

His laughter rumbles through you as he indulges in your dissemblance. He slows as you heave helplessly. He slides his fingers out of you, leaving an emptiness there, and wipes your cum down your leg. He parts from your cunt entirely, a rocky snarl as he stands.

You smell yourself on his breath as he comes close again. He grabs the back of your neck and draws you away from the tree. Your legs tingle and shake beneath you. He turns and hurls you down to the ground. You land on your knees, hitting your elbows in the dirt.

He grabs your hips, keeping them up. He kneels behind you, one hand brushing up your back and forcing your chest down to the ground. You don’t fight him, you have nothing left.

He feels along your panties, hooking his fingers in the rent of the fabric and tears it further up your ass. He gropes you roughly, digging his nails into your skin and dragging them up, leaving hot scratches along your ass. He runs his hand from your shoulders to your hip, gripping you as his other hand retreats from your ass.

The air stills and your ears ring as each breath scalds in your chest. You stare into the deep void of the forest as his zipper splits through the silence. Time slows as dread suffocates you. This is it. This is really happening.

His fingers tickle along your ass and you twitch. He reaches your cunt, rubbing and spreading your lips, taunting you as he curves his fingers along it. He edges closer on your knees, pushing yours wider, and he pulls his hand away.

He prods you with his tip, making a slow path down to your entrance. He circles it as he groans, basking in the tension of that moment. He leans against you until his tip slips into you. You strain around him, heaving into a horrifying wail as he pushes deeper.

He reaches to your neck, pinning your face in the dirt as he jerks his hip, filling you with the single, agonizing motion. You cry out louder, your horror echoing into the sky. Your head quakes and your ears vibrate with the volume of your own grief, rising from you without restraint.

He slides back and snaps into you again. The slap of flesh underlines your breathy weeps. His weight puts an ache in your neck and down your spine. Your fingers dip into the dirt as you clutch at handfuls of dirt. He bucks again, again, again, each time growling with delight.

His palm cracks against the side of your ass, a new pain radiating through your hips. With each thrust, he smacks you, curling his nails into you, pinching, only to do it again. You whimper and wail, trapped in his fervour as you taste soil and the salt of your tears.

He bends over you, hooking his arm around your middle and the other around your neck. He sits up with you against him. His hand brushes up your side and kneads your chest as he rocks you in his lap. Your head lolls as you hiccup through your tears.

He ruts from below, splitting you in two as his muscle bulges around your neck. You wheeze as he squeezes tighter and tighter, until the world speckles to grey and black. You feel his final, jarring rams as they throb in your core, and the sudden burst of heat inside you. Almost soothing as it assures you of the end.

But it is not. He puts you on your back. Senseless, dazed, he’s on top of you, crawling over you like an animal. He fucking you against the ground, holding your leg bent against him, biting into the flesh along your shoulder. Torturing you from the inside until he’s spent again.

Not spent, not done. You’re on your side, the world flickering beneath teared-webbed lashes, each ruts shaking you. Legs together, he claps against your thighs until again he empties into you with a raucous roar.

Again, again, again. Until you’re smeared with dirt, grass, sweat, and cum. Until you’re left an empty husk across the forest floor.

Your eyelids part as he pulls the blade from the tree, a softer light emanating from the sky as the dawn approaches. He sheathes the knife as he marches around you, poking you with the dirt of his boot. He stops and squats at your side, a crooked smile on his lips.

“This hunt is not over, pet,” he reaches to brush a roughened thumb across your cheek, “I know you are stronger than this.”

He stands again and rolls his shoulders as he shakes out his mussed curls. He takes a step forward, then another, and another, striding into the sunrise without a look back. You lay prone across the lumpy ground, trying to untangle his words. They are more than a warning, they are a promise.

#kraven the hunter #dark fic #dark!fic #fic #kraven the hunter x reader #one shot #marvel

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katmaibearfan · 4 months ago

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Tw Bear Death, Bear Violence

more info under the read more (no pictures or videos, per my policy).

above the header warning: this is the a topic of discussion during the play by play today. The bracket announcement has been moved to tomorrow.

also, i will edit this post as updates come in. if a particularly large update occurs i will reblog the edited post.

Before i begin: This is very recent and there are still many questions. Mike Fitz (who i believe is a former ranger that currently works for explore) is reviewing the footage currently.

i did not see this incident live -- i tuned in as the camera was panning away. everything i know i have gathered from comments.

what we know:

- 469 Patches attacked and killed another bear, then dragged its body off camera -- likely, he is storing and guarding it as a food cache.

- The bear that was killed is 402.

- 469 Patches' behaviour appeared predatory in nature, not defensive or dominance related

- This occurred on the KRV camera around 1pm eastern/10am pacific on september 30th.

I will post official statements here as they are given.

- rangers have been informed and are finding out what they can about the situation. they have been told where 469 Patches left the camera's view and are setting up a perimeter around the area to ensure that no humans accidentally stumble upon the situation.

- According to rangers, 32 Chunk has now usurped the corpse from 469 Patches. This is expected -- Chunk is currently the most dominant bear in the area, and the body of an adult bear contains a tremendous amount of calories.

official statement from Mike Fitz, link here

Hi everyone. As many of you know, a bear attacked and killed another in the river mouth today. There is much we don’t know. For example, I’m not sure who the deceased bear is. I need to review the footage further and talk more with park staff. We know that it was not bear 94, who was in the vicinity with her cubs when the bears engaged in the water.

I can say with certainty that the dead bear was an adult. The bear that killed the other bear is 469. He is an older adult male that was first identified in 2001. In 2012, he was also seen on the bear cams guarding a dead bear as a bear does with a food cache. We don’t know if he killed that bear, only that he was there.

This is a difficult situation to witness. We love to celebrate the success of bears with full stomachs and ample body fat, but the ferocity of bears is real. The risks they face are real. Their lives can be hard and their deaths can be painful.

When we know more information from park rangers, then we’ll share that with you. For now, though, we don’t know who the dead bear is. Naomi, Sarah, and I will discuss the situation in detail during the play-by-play tomorrow. For the next hour at least, Naomi and I will be here to answer your questions as best we can.

and in a reply, which you can find here

I should add too, that 469's behavior in this situation looked predatory. That is, he wasn't acting in defense or simply to affirm his dominance. The prolonged attack, the fact that he dragged the other bear out of the water, and the fact that he made an effort to eat part of it all indicate this was a predatory situation.

#twbeardeath #twbearviolence

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illegalpaladin · 2 months ago

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HI KELLY i'm usually not very good at coming up with stuff/prompts soooo uh lemme think (yes this is live writing)

what about hmm kirk trying to surprise spones for valentine's day (or sth), and it going wrong because of mission stuff (?) and kirk sulking the whole mission long like "come on gentlemen let's wrap this up asap" and spones being confused cause that's not like him. and then the surprise goes wrong anyway and kirk is sad, spones console him and they end up cuddling?? or sth IDK i'm not good at this ok love you bye <3

Cam!! I had a very silly one planned for this where Sulu got really into ice sculpting, and so for their anniversary Jim had him make ice sculptures of all their heads. But I decided that was TOO silly, so here's something different instead. (Love you and thank you for the prompt <3)

This isn’t how any of this was supposed to go.

It’s Valentine’s Day. It’s supposed to be romantic.

So why is Jim trudging through the mud?

“Could we try to hurry things along, gentlemen?” He shifts his weight, and mud sloshes into his boots.

Spock looks up from his tricorder. “Captain, you are well aware that this sort of thing cannot be rushed. My readings must be accurate.”

“What’s with you, Jim?” McCoy has found the one dry patch of land, and he’s sitting cross-legged and dumping mud and grime out of his own boots. “You’re not usually one to rush a mission like this.”

Jim turns to scan their surroundings: mud, little hills of land, dense foliage. He turns back to McCoy. “This was just not how I planned on spending my Valentine’s Day.”

Nothing had gone to plan, really. Jim had been planning a surprise picnic for the three of them in a meadow, but a transporter malfunction had landed them in the mud instead.

And then, of course, Spock had said something about this swamp being a scientific anomaly, and he’d insisted on beaming down equipment to take readings on the area.

At least their sandwiches were still safely on board.

Spock’s head tilts and he raises an eyebrow. “Valentine’s Day?”

“What, emotionless Vulcans don’t celebrate a day of love?” McCoy scowls at the sludge coating his hands and tries to wipe them off on the grass.

Spock frowns and turns, and Jim can see him piecing everything together. “Jim, did you have plans to celebrate this holiday with us?”

“I–” Jim pauses with his lips parted, and then presses them together. He sighs. “Yes, Spock. I had intended for us to be in a meadow, not a swamp. And my intention was for us to have a picnic instead of taking readings.”

Spock blinks. His head cocks in the opposite direction, and then he lowers his tricorder back to his side. “I believe at least one of those issues can be remedied.”

Jim straightens. He pulls his communicator out and flips it open. “Kirk to Enterprise.”

Scotty’s voice cuts through. “Aye, Captain.”

“Scotty, send down that picnic basket I packed, will you? There’s been a change in plans.”

“Understood. Sending down.”

The whirr of the transporter fills the air, and a wicker basket begins to materialize–

–right on top of the mud.

It materializes, and the weight immediately drops it into the sludge. Jim dives for it, but it’s too late. Their sandwiches are toast.

Jim buries his face in his hands.

McCoy sighs. “Jim. C’mere.”

Jim raises his eyes to see McCoy on his little island, his arms outstretched. Obediently, Jim drags himself through the mud to go sit beside him. McCoy wraps an arm around his waist and leans his head against his shoulder.

“We don’t need a picnic to spend time together,” McCoy mumbles. Then, more loudly, “Spock, get over here.”

Spock steps through the mud. As he reaches land, he pulls his boots out. They make a distinct popping sound as they come free of the mud. Wordlessly, he settles himself beside Jim, with their hands resting on top of each other.

“You can go take your readings, Spock,” Jim mutters. Even as he says it, his head falls on Spock’s shoulder.

“The readings can wait, Jim.” Spock’s voice is quiet and gentle. “The swamp will not be going anywhere.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jim,” McCoy hums. “Glad we get to spend it with you.”

“Me, too, Bones,” Jim smiles. “Me, too.”

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #leonard mccoy #spock #doctor mccoy #james t kirk #captain kirk #mcspirk #my writing #my drabbles

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Hai popping in for a moment 👋 you've probably anzwered zomething like thiz in the pazt but what's your favorite pnf epizode(z)? in general or from a zpecific zeazon. or your favorite baljeet moment?

I've alzo been meaning 2 zay thiz zince we literally. became mutualz HAHAHA but it'z zo lovely to zee pnf fanz out in the wild. it had me a deep chokehold when I waz 14 and I mizz it dearly everyday. I need to plan my own rewatch rewatch eventually. anyway you're really cool and I hope you're doing good and ztaying zafe 👍

* hmmmm rollercoaster the muzical alwayz comez 2 mind first ! i LOOOOVE animated muzicalz so i believe in that episodez beliefz lol n itz just dumb fun !!!!! hell yeah !!!!!

* if i had 2 … think abt it 4 more than a second n pick a fave 4 each seazon - traffic cam caper in s1 , THE BALJEATLEZ (BASHEZ MY FACE IN2 A WALL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and invasion of the ferb snatchers in s2 , cranius maximus in s3 , and happy new year in s4 . thatz ignoring specialz cuz i feel like they hav an unfair advantage lol but i lov christmas vacation and the star warz special , az well az last day of summer !

* az 4 baljeet momentz , he iz literally . my special little princess idk how 2 pick just 1 BUT LIKE . when he performz gimme a grade in the baljeatlez episode GO LITTLE GUY GOOOOOOO , when he infodumpz abt space adventure in catu SO CUTE SO PASSIONATE !!!!!!!!! FUCK THOZE ALIENZ 4 ABDUCTING CANDACE WHAT ABT SPACE ADVENTURE MOVIE NIGHT AT BALJEETZ HOUSE !!!!!!!!!!!! thoze r 2 that i lov in particular , im also a biiiig fan of any scene where hez being sassy n petty good 4 him (“you know nothing abt women🙄🙄🙄” “oh i speak boring ??? and getting your whittling patch is soooo exciting !” “WHAT DO U MEAN U BLAME BALJEET . WHERE ARE U GETTING UR INFORMATION FROM DISEMBODIED REGGAE SPACE VOICE”) hez just so awesome . u could remove the entire cast of pnf n make it the baljeet show and it would still b my favorite show in the world

* also AEEEE !!!!! RIGHT BACK AT U ! i follow/know a lotta dwampyverse/pnf blogz but itz alwayz nice 2 find (or b found by) ppl who arent like Currently In the fandom tm or dont hav a whole blog dedicated 2 it but still care abt the show n appreciate my . bullshit n obsession HDHCBCJCJJ absolutely no pressure but yes u Should rewatch it . i am an unbiased source dont look at my url or name or anything i post DNCJFJJVJ ur really cool 2 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im glad we’re mutualz !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hav a great day/night bobbie !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#phinz askz #phinz friendz #there waz a point in time where i 2 waz like ‘hmmm i miss that pnf show i should watch it again’#and frankly it changed the trajectory of my life 4ever and i am no longer that same person #if u miss it if it bringz u comfort if it makez u happy watch that shit brotherrrrrr #SO SORRY IF I TALKED 2 MUCH . BUT ALSO U ASKED ME ABT PNF

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juiice · 1 year ago

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The Locked Tomb Fic Recs (7)

Part 1+ Links

Ok, I’m back with another fic rec, this time the theme is …

Nona The Ninth!

Mind the Tags like always.

We Need To Talk About Nona By peacockbutchboy Rating:T

Five times Nona and Joli were having two completely different conversations at the same time, and one time all the cards are laid on the table.

So funny, and i love seeing more of Joli and the school.

The safe water By: the_ninth_house_glared Rating: NR

They didn’t even know what set her off. Maybe it was the heat, or the cramped confines of the bathroom where they were waiting out nearby gunfire, or the fact that she had gotten one of her arms trapped underneath herself somehow, or a combination of all three.

Nona screamed, and the walls shook. A bit of loose plaster flaked down from the damp patch in the ceiling.

Cannon fill in, and very good.

the river remains By:Raxheim Rating: G

After the flame, when the stranger with strange eyes comes to her, Nona screams.

Two Weeks Fresh By: apocalypticTaco Rating:M

Pyrrha walks into the library in the morning, furious, and blocks Paul into the corner of two bookshelves with her arm. “You’re toying with me,” she accuses.

“Yes,” they say, and after a few seconds amend: “Just a little bit.”

Hee hee

post-canon cottagecore au 🌿 Series By:babiewomon Rating:E

V cute griddlehark with minor cameos by others. more of a post-cannon than during ntn.

Home and havoc By: the_ninth_house_glared Rating:G

"If Cam and I didn’t love you as much as we do,” said Palamedes, “we would take turns throttling you, then give all your magazines to charity.”

this one is brand new but i love it already.

What If Nona Was Dogs By:somarysueme Rating:G

For personal reasons, the rock that had become ugly meat (that had– for just a brief moment– become a beautiful, beloved child) was now six dogs. This decision, while admittedly made under duress, had nonetheless paid out in dividends. As she lay in sun beams, as she rolled around with herself across the soft ground, she liked to count the reasons why this had turned out to be a terrific idea.

BEST FIC EVER. i would read 1mil word about nona being dogs, but we only have 6,000. And i love them. Also check out the fic somarysume was trying to right when they wrote this one, Gideon Nav and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Resurrection

till to love and live be one By: patiencespardon Rating:T

a series of bucolic vignettes exploring a world in which everyone takes the opportunity to be just a little selfish.

or, the nona fix-it babyfic au absolutely nobody asked for. also, palamedes is alive in this one. sorry I don’t make the rules.

This one is very cute, and i love nona in this.

#tlt #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #fic rec

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unitedbydevils · 1 year ago

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Match Review: Manchester United 2-1 Chelsea

A... a good performance? A good TEAM performance? With this side? Seems sus - start testing piss.

A double dose of Scott McTominay put a disjointed Chelsea to the sword at Old Trafford on Wednesday night as Manchester United overcame Pochettino's Chelsea to claim a much needed three points.

The under pressure home side started the game strongly, and United were rewarded for their early intent with a goal for Scott McTominay inside the box on the 19th minute.

Erik Ten Hag has every right to be pleased and frustrated though, with United having several opportunities on goal that the likes of Antony and Garnacho really should have scored.

Match stats (above) show that Chelsea held more possession, but with a midfield three of Enzo Fernandes, Moises Caicedo, and Cole Palmer it was to be expected that they would have more of the ball when against the trio of Bruno Fernandes, Scott McTominay and Sofian Amrabat.

It was the Moroccan who really surprised United fans last night, putting in a shift that probably deserved Player of the Match. The midfield pivot for the night looked very assured in possession and for once actually fit - a potential season-changer for a United desperate to replicate last season's Casemiro who himself hasn't appeared this season (and is also injured and thus unavailable yet again).

The match was scarily end-to-end at times, reminiscent of a basketball game. The lack of control may have Ten Hag worried, but playing Scott McTominay always encourages such lack of possession. He is not there to shuttle the ball around - Mount, Casemiro, Mainoo and Amrabat are. McSauce is basically another 10 like Bruno, though personally I think his lack of flexibility should mean he takes the CAM spot and Bruno sits deeper - which I think his passing vision suits.

Beyond this it was another quiet night for Rasmus Højlund - but not for a lack of trying. One Twitter user said "I didn't realise it was Ramadan in Manchester because Højlund is starving and all he can do is pray". Garnacho's assist for McTominay's second was lovely wing play, and Højlund also went for that ball, but it's not enough service for the centre-forward. Moreso from Antony too. Both wide men had good games for United and worked hard; tracking back, making runs, playing quick 1-2 passes... but more attempts at crosses and through balls to the striker have to be found. He needs to start scoring, and that confidence will improve his in-game actions too. That snowball effect will buy a few extra percent improvement when it comes to duels, dribbles, and the odd extra goal comes from that. Not just that, but opposition defenders will actually start to fear a United striker again. We saw what Purple Patch Rashford was doing to defenders. It was sheer terrorism. We need more of that.

I don't think it's any coincidence that United put in what was probably the best senior level performance (we don't count Palace in the cup) and it's with Shaw back from injury and Amrabat fit. Ten Hag's style of football requires certain players to activate it, and beyond the first XI there are very few appropriate deputies at the moment.

This is where the issues of behind-the-scenes management come into play. United have the short-term issue of resurrecting their season and the long-term issue of overhauling the squad in the image of one manager. Erik Ten Hag has had his way with transfers, but there have been some failings, and this on top of poor results has got many fans on his back.

Sir Jim Ratcliffe & co. may be able to fix the latter, but we'll see. For now, Ten Hag needs to grind out results to quash the sacking/replacement rumours. Next up is Bournemouth. Another win will keep the confidence up ahead of Bayern, and a Champions League miracle there might upset the apple cart with our scary foray away at Anfield the weekend after.

Time to go Cherry picking.

#manchester united #man u #man united #man utd #manchester reds #erik ten hag #casemiro #sir jim ratcliffe #ineos #antony #andre onana #luke shaw #sofian amrabat #scott mctominay #alejandro garnacho #rasmus højlund

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garbagefarm · 2 years ago

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Mutucule Farm (#7)

2023-01-27, Mutucule Farm session #7!

cast:

me (@mothmute)

Belle (@snacco)

Cam (@amanita-spore)

Erin (@salamand3rin)

Highlights include, but are not limited to:

no way, I’m not taking notes for everything before the game even starts

(“maybe our premium patreon donors can have the pre show notes”)

Belle has dibs on the watering can (but little do we know)

I read out the invite code—FDCZA009H3A—before copying/pasting but Erin said she’d already gotten it (I’m skeptical)

we continue referencing cowtown

I go to the mines, get our first stardrop!! Yeah!!

Belle delivering Sebastian his daily Frozen Tears

Cam finds some glasses in the lava......?

(they’re Erin’s, I put them there)

Erin almost forgets Jelly Night!

It’s Jelly Night!!!

Pierre is ignoring his wife to focus on his true love, Money

(camily is endgame)

Level 6 Combat! Slegg press......

I overexert myself, fishing is now forbidden

Robin puts up the Special Orders board, Lewis tries to take credit

(I keep mistakenly writing my notes in two places, whoops)

Watering can!!

... wait, Belle already has a copper watering can. Okay, Erin gets it instead

I defeat another slloor

Belle bullies me into going into Joja on a wednesday to get more pumpkin seeds

(I’d literally completely forgotten you could buy seeds from Joja)

Vincent wants to watch the bug race!!

Pompkin in the pumpkin patch!!

Rosie (the cow) exploring

I’m planting so many trees! Don’t ask what happens to them later, it’s carbon offsetting!

Beach crate??? ... 5 mixed seeds, thanks

Erin throws me a hazelnut from across the farm

George wants green algae to roast for dinner. I can’t tell if George is the best cook or the worst

Studying the scientific benefits of moose-sniffing

put my axe in the shop!

I saw bread in the trash, asked “is anybody gonna eat that?”, didn’t wait for an answer

Emily wants fancy rocks

SKULL KEY

Concern about accidentally taking the wrong bus and ending up in the desert

Back-to-back cutscenes!!

Haley absolutely does not want to clean under the couch cushions. I tell her to suck up and deal and she throws a tantrum

Emily is having a psychedelic dream about me

I’m gonna end up with Penny ‘cause her name sounds like pasta

Penny alla vodka......

Eel Quest??

Penny wants an eel for her sore head (???)

(bitches love eels)

I have no reserve eels, it doesn’t rain in time, and we aren’t set up to get rain totems yet. Eel Quest fails :(

Why do people live here? oh hey, Belle gets a cutscene of Shane depression drinking about it

Belle and Cam pile into my bed. Erin wasn’t invited :(

(to be fair ... nobody was.)

I get a mail pizza from Shane

Cam talks about going into the woods and cutting down trees to blow off some steam. Paraphrasing:

“You took a life!” “yeah but what about all the fish?”

“They’re fine, you can just put them in an aquarium and they perk right up!”

Belle got her steps!

Marnie’s cows can have a little amaranth, as a treat

Special order for TRASH

we don’t even get to keep it?? is man not entitled to the trash of his brow???

“a real live new england fishboy”

I have a secret project, it is not a birdhouse. none of us seem very interested in the coop.

There’s grass all over, I’d like to speak to the plantager

We should get another silo! needs copper bars, we’ve only got raw, aaand the coal is missing

Belle only needed the coal for a second! unfortunately, I also needed it for that same second!

Robin is not available to build a silo :(

Tomorrow is workout day :( :(

We gather ‘round the fire for a portrait

Cam and I get so caught up doing a sword dance that EVERYBODY DIES, costing us several thousand G in robbery! on our own farm!!

NEXT TIME:

Silo?

Coop??

HOG BARN???

festival, grange????

tool upgrades???

#mutucule farm #stardew valley

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obigem · 2 years ago

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But this was no time to be frightened of the unknown.

Melody asked her to meet here so they could finally talk about everything, and Andrea was open to it. She wanted to hear what she had to say.

But before she could make that first step, her phone started ringing.

"Hey, beautiful! Are you OK? Did you make it there alright?"

"Cam, I haven't even been gone a full 15 minutes." She sighed playfully.

"I'm sorry, I just was worried. You're so close to your due date. The baby could come any moment, so you being away is nerveracking."

"Ya know, the offer is still good for Cordie and I to meet you there. It's like I said, we'll get a separate table at the opposite end of the restuarant so you and Mel can talk privately."

"Cameron, I'm not more than 3 miles away. It'll be fine."

"It's like I told you already, this is something I need to do on my own, just me and Mel. I want us to have this alone time to really sort through things and talk. If you and Cordelia were there, she'd know and be guarded and closed off. I don't want that."

"If we're gonna have any kind of chance of patching things up, we both need to feel like we can be vulnerable, so please don't come."

"OK. But you have to promise me you'll call if you start having contractions."

"Of course, love. This isn't my first rodeo."

#fletcher legacy gen 1 #ts4 #ts4 story #simblr #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 gameplay #Andrea Fletcher #Cameron Fletcher #New Beginnings

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artemismoorea03 · 1 year ago

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The Batfam had rules for every situation, but one general rule was the "Thirty Minutes of Silence" rule. If a call was cut short or somebody was alone they had to check in every thirty minutes or tell the team that they were going 'radio silent' which pushed this time to forty-five minutes. Even if it was just two taps on the communicator it would be counted as a check in because it was a deliberate action that proved they were still there and okay.

Nobody was more consistent with these check ins than Batman which is why when thirty-five minutes passed of silence the team - or rather Oracle - was getting concerned. The team had been spread thin with a new batch of unusual weapons being brought into Gotham, all powered by a green liquid that was nearly identical to Lazarus Water. Or rather 85% consistent with Lazarus Water. While the rest of the team was in charge of gathering the weapons up Batman was going solo to to track the largest of the energy sources the weapon put out that appeared in the nearby mountains.

But there hadn't been a checkin from batman in thirty-five - no thirty-six - minutes. Oracle was concerned, the rest of the team were starting to get concerned as they wrapped up their mission.

Thirty-seven minutes passed when suddenly the tracker on the Batmobile suddenly jumped to life as it began to rapidly fly down the mountain. Still though, there wasn't a check in.

"The Batmobile is on the move." Oracle reported to the team.

"Any word from B? He okay?" Nightwing asked.

"Nothing yet, patching into the dashboard cam now." Oracle muttered, sharing the findings to the Batcave computer as the image came into view.

Batman was in the passenger seat, his mask partially ripped with blood pouring down the side of his face as well as a multitude of other wounds covering him. As for who was driving it was a literal child, probably around 14 who wasn't looking much better off. He had a black eye, multiple cuts and bruises covering him, his black hair was sticking to his face, his blue eyes looking exhausted, but the bigger emotion was anger.

"I told you I had it covered, you damn furry!" The teen said, suddenly yanking the wheel one direction as their was an explosion behind them. "Ack! Hey! I'm not sure if this is insured, back off!" He shouted towards the window.

Oracle frowned, "Oracle to Batman, come in Batman." She said, not showing the cams from the cave or her area to hopefully leave the kid in the dark about the fact that they could see him.

"Oh shit. Uh... hello? Can you-" Another explosion as the Batmobile spun, then the kid straightened it out and tore off down the road at an incredibly dangerous speed for a mountain path. "Can you hear me?"

"Who is this? Where's Batman?"

"Uh... he kind of got between me and a Vampire. He's hurt - bad but he's with me and he's alive."

"A vampire?"

"Yeah. A vampire who needs to BACK OFF BECAUSE WHAT PART OF THIS IS THE BATMOBILE AND HE JUST FUCKIN' ATTACKED BATMAN DOES HE NOT UNDERSTAND, THAT'S AN UNNECESSARY RISK EVEN FOR HIM!" He shouted, opening the window this time as there was a laugh and talking that Oracle couldn't quite make out.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Danny, just Danny."

"Okay, just Danny. Tell me what happened." She said, sending the location of the batmobile to the team so they could go an intercept. "How did you end up with Batman?"

"I didn't mean to. I-I didn't even know we were near Gotham! I thought the Fruitloop took me to Wisconsin or Colorado like he normally does when he kidnaps me but this is risky, even for him. Next thing I knew I'm locked up and being tortured - fuck." The kid suddenly gripped the wheel tighter as the camera, mic and signal cut out for a second before it appeared on a lower path that was an impossible distance from where he'd just been, as though it had just sank through the ground and reappeared on the other side. "Ugh, doesn't he know when to quit. Anyways, Batman showed up a while ago, found me and freed me! I told him to leave that this wasn't his fight but that I appreciated the save, but he didn't believe me and protected me from the Fruitloop instead of just letting me take the hit."

"You keep calling this vampire 'Fruitloop' is that his name."

The kid laughed, sounding exhausted. "You know, it might as well be. Yo, Plasmius how about you change your name to Fruitloop! That way any dating sites you get on will know to stay away from your lonely ass?!"

Plasmius.

She quickly searched up the name and glared. Plasmius as a name wasn't common but when mixed with Vampire a result pulled up.

"Plasmius? Like the rumored 'Wisconsin Ghost'?"

"You've heard of him?"

"No, but I'm the Queen of Google. Tell me about him?"

"He wants my dad dead and wants my mom to marry him and for me to become his son. Basically he's a greedy selfish bastard who likes to kidnap teenage boys out from in front of their school during lunch." Danny said, as the Batmobile drifted down a sharp turn at a speed that was incredibly risky and unnerving for Oracle to see. "Or in this case from right outside of their House in the dead of the night. You know, typical Fruitloop behavior."

Oracle frowned and could already feel herself making a mental checklist of how many boxes in the Batfam Adoption Sheet this kid filled out.

"How old are you Danny?"

"I just turned 15."

Fifteen. Black hair. Blue eyes. Kidnapped more than once apparently. Tortured. More boxes.

She hummed, quickly running facial recognition on the kid as she asked the next question. "Okay, back to Batman, how's he doing?"

"Well considering you haven't asked until now I'm assuming you can see him, right? Head wound, probably a concussion, but Plasmius also punched him. I'd expect broken or bruised ribs as well as plasma burns if the suit doesn't protect from that kind of thing. Plasmius didn't get many hits in before I got to him though, so he should be-" Danny gasped as the car suddenly slid to a stop before something unexpected happened and his eyes glowed green as he glared out the window.

Finally Oracle could hear the voice.

"Come now, Little Badger, as fun as this chase has been we have business to attend to, and we very well can't let or new friends down, hm? After all think of all those innocent people in Gotham who could be helped by what we're doing."

"Don't go there, Plasmius! You don't want to help them or the Ghosts in Gotham! You just want more money, power and control than you already have by using me."

"What did you expect, hm? You ruined my plans months ago and took a position that's not yours to have. Your power should have been my power and since you insist on ruining my plans then I have no other choice but to work around your meddling. So, Your Magesty. Get out of the car or I will drag your new friend out of the car by his throat and show him just how dangerous we can be."

Oracle had many questions but more concerns. This Plasmius character was clearly more dangerous than they were giving them credit for.

"Danny."

"Yeah?" He whispered.

"Do you see that Blue button near your left thumb?"

"Uh... yeah, why?"

"That's the thrusters. Help is coming and will be waiting for you at the base of the mountain. The Batmobile is armored so it can take a tumble. Hit the purple button on the dash then punch the blue button."

Danny pushed the purple button as the seatbelts wrapped around both him at Batman, crossing over their chests in an X to provide maximum protection. Danny then smiled, gripping the wheel.

"Okay. Tell the bats we're coming in hot." Danny said, pushing the button.

Once again the Batmobile jumped to start, ripping down the road passing by Plasmius who let out an alarmed shout. Only then did the facial recognition finally ping.

Danny Fenton from Amity Park Illinois which was over 800 miles from Gotham City. He hadn't been reported missing by anybody, but his last check in at school was over two months ago.

Three days before the strange guns began to show up on the streets of Gotham.

Oracle muted her mic with Danny before she got on call with the others. "All bats be advised that we need to bring Danny to the cave. From the information we have he might be able to tell us about the energy signature as well as more about this 'Plasmius' but remember that this kid is a victim not a suspect." She said, then switched back to Danny who despite the speeds they were going seemed to be handling the speed and car well.

"Hey, Oracle..? You still there?"

"Yeah, Danny, I'm here."

"How do I stop?"

Oracle chuckled, "The breaks will stop you, even at this speed."

"Oh good... um... Batman and the Bats... they're good right? They listen? They don't just assume even if the information might say something is bad they'll listen..? B-because there's a lot of bad information out there. Information that could hurt people or cause a war... a-and I don't want people to get hurt because of it..."

Oracle frowned, "They'll listen to you Danny. We all will... I promise."

"Good. Good... oh! I see Nightwing!"

"Great, go ahead and pull up then stop. They'll take over from there."

"Alright. Oracle?"

"Yes, Danny?"

"Thanks for the save."

"Don't thank me, Danny. Thank you for saving Batman, you were a hero out there."

The look that crossed his face in that moment was one of surprise and relief as though she had just put a fear of his to rest. A look she hoped she would get to see again some day when they finally got him feeling safe.

Danny’s Wild Ride

Another week, another prompt.

Batman was out investigating a new weapon energy source while the rest of the Batfam was fighting those smuggling said weapons into Gotham. He took the Batmobile, which hadn’t been moving for the last few hours, and is now racing around the surrounding mountains, like a bat out of hell.

So they call the Batmobile. And instead of Batman, they see an bat-doption bait driving the Batmobile. With explosions going off in the background. And Batman with a bleeding head slumped in the passenger seat.

#dp x dc prompt #dc x dp prompt reply #still tired #still sick #but this was fun #I love Oracle I just hope I played her right #does it still count as Bruce adopting him if he was unconscious the majority of the time or is this Oracle calling dibs for him #whatever the case he's adopted now

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animal-lover-forever · 18 hours ago

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And Then There Were Five.

Wip #1

This is not one of the chapters- this is a wip- this is not tied to the "ATTWF." world that we have been following. Anyway, this is what I have of an alternate world of the "ATTWF." where Kai ended up killing Draxum before the first episode of ROTTMNT. I was going to continue this, but I don't even know where to go from here, so you guys can have this as it is.

He panted heavily as blood dripped from his beak. Drip, Drip, Drip. He watched as the blood dripped from his beak onto the body that now lays there, lifeless. His growling slowly turned into giggles– he did it. He finally did it– ehehehe– after all these years of torture, of abuse, of training, his creator was finally Dead. Baron Draxum is finally dead!

“I did it.” His voice was raspy as he spoke, but years without talking and the chains and muzzles that restricted his airways would do that– the dehydration and malnutrition probably didn’t help either.

“You thought you had control, but look at you now. You lay here dead. I used your training against you– you helped me achieve this.” He giggled once more. “I guess I should thank you for that.”

A clatter made him whip his head up from Draxum, to the origin of the sound. Two gargoyles filled his vision. They shook with fear, clinging onto each other like their lives depended on it. He stepped over the dead body and walked over to them– like a predator stalking its prey.

“P-p-please! S-subj-ject-5, d-don’t h-h-hurt u-us!”

They were so full of fear that they couldn’t even speak properly. As Draxum would say– “Truly a pathetic sight.” Subject-5 sat down in front of them, growling softly. “Tell you what, I’ll let you two live, but you listen to me now.”

They looked at each other before nodding quickly. “Y-you got yourself a d-deal… b-b-boss.”

“Good. Then let’s go.” The two gargoyles were stuck, frozen in fear for a moment longer before they moved from their spot in the corner onto Subject-5’s shell.

S-5 looked at Draxum’s body one last time– giggling– before walking off– he couldn’t stay here, not anymore, but that was fine; he didn’t want to stay in this God-forsaken Hellscape anyway. He limped slightly as he started to walk. He stopped momentarily to look at his leg– tsk– guess he broke his leg in the fight. No matter, it will heal. Though he should look for some medical supplies– they would be useful. S-5 continued his walk, hiding the limping so well, that you would have to be looking for it to notice.

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“Where are we heading, boss?”

S-5 gave off a low growl. “I don’t know yet.”

He had been walking for hours. He was hungry, thirsty, and his wounds were starting to really hurt– not that he showed any of this. He still hasn’t taken care of his wounds, and if he continues on like this, he’ll probably get an infection. But he has to keep going– he has to get as far away as possible from the castle, and Draxum’s lifeless body– ehehehe– that thought alone makes him giggle. S-5 sighed as he watched more and more stuff cling onto the blood that covered his body– a mix of his and Draxum’s blood from the battle– the battle he came out victorious in.

“You should really take care of your injuries and rest.”

“I know!” He growled loudly, snapping at Muninn. He couldn’t see them from their position on his shell, but he felt them shift to be closer together. They were probably clinging onto one another again. S-5 sighed once more. “I am aware of my condition, and I am aware of what I need to do. But right now, we need to get as far away from the castle as possible. We can’t risk being anywhere near there when they find the lifeless body of the ‘Great’ Baron Draxum– ehehehe.” He went quiet for a moment before speaking once more. “We’ll keep going for another few hours, then I’ll patch myself up, and we’ll rest. Then we’ll head to the surface; we’ll stay away from any humans– but that will give us cover from any yokai who are going to be looking for whoever killed Draxum.”

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Subject-5 finally came to a stop in an area in the middle of nowhere. As he looked around, his eyes landed on the creek that was in front of him– water– then to the nearby cave. “Huginn, scope out that cave over there.”

“Right away, boss.” S-5 felt Hugin leave his perch on his back in favor of checking out the cave.

Good, now he can finally have some water. When was the last time Subject-5 had water? Two days ago, he’s sure of it. He walked over to the creek, dipping his head in and finally taking a drink. The blood that resided on his beak started to wash off– tainting the water slightly, but he didn’t care. He drank the water greedily, not even lifting his head out of the water to breathe. It wasn’t until he heard Huginn making his way back to him that he finally lifted his head from the creek.

“The cave is empty, S-5.”

“Good. Then we have shelter and water for tonight.” S-5 licked the water that dripped from his beak. “Muninn, take the medical kit to the cave; Huginn, head back to the cave with him. I’m going to clean myself off in the creek; wait for me in the cave.”

“Yes, boss.”

“You got it.”

He felt the weight of Muninn leave his shell just before he saw the two gargoyles head to the cave. S-5 walked into the creek– the creek was big, just not quite big enough to be considered a river. He swam to the middle, starting to scrub off all the blood and everything that stuck to it, letting the gentle current of the creek whisk away the red-tinted, blood-stained water. Once he was done with that, he took a deep breath and let himself sink to the bottom.

He stayed at the bottom of the creek for well over two hours. As an aquatic turtle, Subject-5 could hold his breath for a long time. On top of that, Draxum had him doing breathing exercises, so that allowed him to hold his breath for even longer. He stayed at the bottom– relishing in the feeling of being submerged in water– until his lungs burned– begging for air– reminding him that he does actually need air to survive. S-5 surfaced and made his way back to land. He hissed in pain as he dragged himself out of the water, quickly reminded of his injuries. He shook himself dry before walking to the cave. When he entered, he saw Huginn and Muninn using rocks to play games of tic-tac-toe on the cave floor.

S-5 huffed, drawing the attention of the gargoyles momentarily before he grabbed the medical kit– that he took before they left the last town– and started to actually take care of his wounds. “Remember, we’re not sticking around; we’ll leave tomorrow,”

“Are you sure you don’t want to stick around until your wounds are healed?”

“No. That would take too long.” He hissed in pain as he tightened the gauze around the splints on his broken leg. “Right now, we’re ahead, and I plan to keep it that way. Draxum’s own training lessons allowed me to kill him, but I would be a fool to try and fight the police in my condition.” Once S-5 took care of his injuries, he laid down, closing his eyes. “Do what you want– but stay near the cave. Though I suggest you sleep.” He listened to the sound of the rocks the gargoyles had scrapping against the stone floor of the cave. Guess they decided to continue playing tic-tac-toe with each other.

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Subject-5 opened his eyes, looking around; right, he was in a cave– he killed Draxum. He smiled before pushing himself off the ground. “Huginn, Muninn.” S-5 looked over to the sleeping gargoyles when he didn’t get a response from them. He sighed before stalking up to them; he growled loudly, snapping at them. They yelped as they woke up in a panic; they clung onto one another for a moment before looking to S-5. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” He snarled at them before huffing. “Come on, we need to get going.” He felt the two gargoyles land on his shell as he began walking out of the cave. Walking on all fours had its benefits; he was lower to the ground and harder to see as a result; plus, he didn’t put as much weight on his broken leg walking like this compared to just walking on his feet.

“So we’re heading to the surface, right?”

“Yes. The humans are dangerous, but we can keep hidden. And it will make things easier by heading up there. I doubt anyone would be looking on the surface for Draxum’s killer– especially not me. Draxum was well known for his hatred of humans, so why would his subject flee to the one place he despises most?”

“But they will be looking for you– and us probably. We’re associated with him.”

“Yeah, they’ll probably be wondering what happened to us.”

“All the more reason to flee. We’re not there for them to find us when they find Draxum, which means they’ll start drawing conclusions. One, we were taken by the murderer; two, the murderer killed us as well but hid our bodies– less likely, but if they do go with that option, then why? Could they not hide Draxum’s body before the police arrived? Or did they leave Draxum’s body to make a point?– three, we’re the murderers; or four, we witnessed the murder and fled because of fear.” S-5 looked around his surroundings before he sighed; it was going to be a while until they reached the next town. All they had to do was make it to the next down– they didn’t even need to head very deep into it; they just needed to get access to the nearest portal to the surface, then, they will be home free.

Subject-5 listened to the gargoyles as they talked about this and that, occasionally speaking up when they asked him questions, but otherwise, he remained quiet as he walked to the next town.

“Look! That must be the next town in the distance!”

S-5 huffed. “Good– it only took five hours.”

“Look at the bright side, Subject-5; once we make it, you’ll finally be able to rest so you can heal.”

“Let’s worry about getting to the surface first, okay?”

S-5 walked for another 45 minutes before they finally made it to the edge of the town. Once there, he walked up to the first yokai he saw. “Excuse me, sir, where might I find the nearest portal to the surface?”

“Portal?” The yokai asked, looking down on Subject-5. “I don’t know anything about any portals to the surface. However, maybe an offering will jog my memory.” He smirked, clearly oh so full of himself.

It was the edge of town, so a lot of shady yokai resided around there– and shady yokai often want something in return when giving away anything. Well then, if it’s an offering he wants, it’s an offering he’ll get. S-5 giggled as he stood up to his full height on his back legs– the gargoyles shifted with him, moving to now rest on his shoulders like they used to do with Draxum. “Forgive me, sir; I must have forgotten my manners.”

“That’s what I thought.”

In seconds, S-5 grabbed his scythe and sliced the yokai’s hand clean off. He wiped that smirk off their face quicker than they put it on. The yokai screamed in pain as he finally registered his hand being cut off. S-5 licked the blood off the blade of his scythe before snarling at the yokai and putting his blade to their throat. “What I offer is your life! Now, tell me where the portal is, or you won’t live much longer to receive any more offerings! So what do you say, do you accept my offering?”

“O-of course! You can find the nearest portal to the surface one mile n-noth! Near the docks!”

S-5 smirked as he moved his scythe away from the yokai’s throat, putting it back where it belonged. “Now then, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He giggled once more. “Thank you for your cooperation, ‘good sir.’” He watched the yokai grasp their bleeding wrist where their hand once was, running off. S-5 huffed as he got back on all fours to continue his journey to the surface.

“Do you think he’ll ever do that again?”

“Maybe. But I bet he’s going to be a lot more careful the next time he asks for an offering after what S-5 just did to them.”

He growled quietly. “Quiet, both of you. We don’t need to attract any more attention to ourselves than we already have.”

He made his way to the location where the yokai had told him the portal would be– for the sake of his own life, the yokai had better have been telling the truth. Lucky for the yokai, he was telling the truth; the portal activated, and S-5 jumped through– guess the yokai will live another day.

Subject-5’s senses were overwhelmed as he entered the city on the surface. It was much brighter than he expected even though the sky was dark; it was incredibly loud, and there were so many new smells that it was throwing him off. It took him a moment to process what was going on. He looked to the building next to him and started to scale it. His injuries– and most importantly, his broken leg– made it hard to climb up the bricks; he kept slipping. Thankfully, Huginn and Muninn helped him climb to the top of the building. “Thank you.” He panted as he sat down on the edge of the roof, looking over this new city. As S-5 looked around, he spotted something interesting– a turtle– but not just any turtle; it was a yokai. Turtle yokai were incredibly rare, yet one was right there. He seemed young, too. S-5 watched the Yokai with interest, chirping quietly. Not too long after, three more revealed themselves. It wasn’t just the one– it was a bale of yokai. He mildly wondered if he would be able to join the bale– probably not, though. He could feel the gargoyles moving and shifting around his shell nervously as he followed after the bale of yokai– stalking them– but he was much too enticed by the bale to pay the gargoyles any mind.

The bale of yokai jumped across the roofs of the buildings across the road– he kept up with them no matter how much it hurt to leap from one building to the next. They finally came to a stop and hopped down into the alleyway. Once they were down there, S-5 opened a portal. He watched as the black portal moved and shifted– how pieces of the portal would break off into some more, smaller portals before shifting to join back up with the primary portal, over and over again. He walked through the portal and ended up on the building that the bale were just on. He peered over the edge of the building’s rooftop, chittering softly.

“Come on, guys, we need to get home.”

“Chill, Raph, it’s fine.”

The biggest turtle grabbed the metal plate from the ground, moved it over, and revealed a ladder that went down.

“Uhhh, guys?”

“What is it, Mikey?”

“We're not alone.”

The four turtles looked at the roof as the smaller turtle pointed at S-5. He hissed– he was so distracted that he didn’t even realize that the smallest turtle had noticed him. He hopped down to the alleyway, making sure to keep his distance just in case the bale were hostile.

“Is that… another turtle?”

“Ohmigosh!”

The smallest turtle quickly went to him. He shot up to his full height, standing on his legs, grabbing his scythe and pointing it toward the turtle– box turtle, red-eared slider, alligator snapping turtle, and he couldn’t tell what the fourth one was.

“S-5…” He growled softly as Huginn flew closer to the other three.

“Woah! Hey, you better point your weapon away from my little brother, or we’re going to have a problem!” The slider demanded as he pulled out a katana, pointing it toward S-5.

“Hey, it’s okay, I won’t hurt you; I just got a little excited– I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He looked at the box turtle before slowly lowering his scythe but keeping it in his grasp.

“Hey, Muninn, do you think it’s them?”

“You know, I think they might be, Huggin.”

“What are you two talking about?” He kept his eyes on the bale even as he asked the gargoyles the question. He snarled when they didn’t answer fast enough. “Answer me!”

“Hey buddy, you need to calm down!” The snapper said in warning as he grabbed a pair of sais.

“Do you remember the files? You’re not the only one!” Muninn finally answered S-5’s question.

The fourth turtle followed his lead, grabbing what S-5 believes is supposed to be a bo staff. “Files? What files?”

“Hey, are we going to have a problem?” The slider asked, going a few steps closer to him.

He giggled– maybe a little too violently since his body began to shake with the force.

“What’s so funny, buddy-o?”

“You–” S-5 managed to stifle his giggling as the gargoyles returned to their spot on his shoulders. “They survived?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re the other Subjects! You’re all alive!” He chirped softly, looking surprised to the box turtle when he chirped back. “Well then, this is quite the surprise. Let’s see: the alligator snapping turtle, the red-eared slider, the box turtle– which means you must be a spiny softshell.” They watched S-5, obviously very confused about what he was talking about. “What’s it like?”

“What is what like?”

“Living freely… You do live freely, right? You don’t have to train every day; you can eat and drink water every day; you’re not tortured every time you make a mistake; no muzzles or chains, right?”

Their expressions all turned to shock, then to horror. They all slowly put their weapons up, and S-5 put his up as they did.

“Ohmigosh.” The box turtle looked S-5 over with new understanding. His eyes landed on S-5’s leg, which was wrapped up with some sticks, making a splint for his broken leg. “Guys, he’s hurt.”

“No. Are you crazy, Miguel? This guy is insane!”

Tears filled the box turtle’s eyes, and he gave off a sad, pleading chirp as the slender started to make his way closer to the box turtle. S-5 reacted without thinking. He grabbed the box turtle, holding onto him tightly, hissing at the slider.

The slider grabbed his katanas, and S-5 snarled, giving off a warning growl. But before the slider could come any closer, the snapper put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

“Leo, wait; look at how he’s holding Mikey.”

Subject-5 hissed, shielding the box turtle from the slider.

“He has him in a protective hold… He’s holding him like Raph holds us when he’s trying to protect us from something– He’s trying to protect Mikey from Leo.”

“But why?” The box turtle chirped to S-5, and he chirped back to the box turtle.

“Raph’s not sure…”

“Uhhhh, S-5?” One of the gargoyles poked S-5’s face– that was a mistake. He snarled at him, snapping at the gargoyle. With a yelp, he quickly flew off S-5’s shoulder; the second one was quick to follow.

“Well, that’s not good.”

“What do you mean? What’s not good? What is he doing?” The snapper asked, worry lacing his tone. S-5 chirped to the snapper, chittering softly to him.

“Raph… he picked up on the worried tone you used. And he didn’t start acting like that until Mikey gave off that sad chirp. I don’t think he’s all there right now…”

“You would be correct on that.”

“Yeah, looks like Subject-5 is having an episode.”

The two gargoyles landed on the softshell’s shoulder; he looked at them, confused. “What do you mean, ‘having an episode’? What is an ‘episode’?”

“His mind essentially shuts off, leaving only natural instincts.”

“How long do these episodes last? How do we get him out of this state?”

The gargoyles looked at each other before looking at the softshell. “You can’t… not without Draxum.”

“Great, where do we find this Draxum?”

“You don’t. Draxum was killed not too long ago.”

The slider put his weapons away before carefully moving closer to S-5. He hissed at the slider, moving the box turtle away.

“Leo, what are you doing?”

“I have an idea.” Leo gave off a scared chirp, slowly coming closer to S-5. “Mikey, do a chirp call.”

He nodded, chirping to the slider, calling for him; the slider chirped back. S-5 chittered to the box turtle, watching the slider; after another calling chirp from the box turtle, S-5 started to slowly let him go so he could go to the slider.

“It worked; he let him go.”

“Thanks, Leo.”

“No problem, Mikey.”

S-5 went back to standing on his hands and feet; soon, he limped over to the softshell.

“Nervous chuckle. Uh, Hi, Subject-5, was it?” S-5 gave off a click as he looked at the gargoyles perched on the softshell’s shoulder. The gargoyles left the softshell’s shoulders and returned to S-5’s shell.

“Guys, please, we have to help him.” The box turtle gave off a calling chirp toward S-5. He looked at him before limping his way over to the box turtle, chirping back.

“Raph’s not so sure. What if he flips out again.”

“If it makes you feel better, S-5 shouldn’t become hostile unless he feels like there’s a threat.”

The snapper looked to the gargoyle before sighing in defeat. “Alright.”

“Raph?”

“Are we sure this is a good idea?”

“No, Raph’s not sure this is a good idea, but Mikey is right; he does need help.” The snapper crouched down, chirp calling for S-5. He watched the snapper for a moment before going to him. “Alright, now don’t freak out, cuz Raph is gonna pick you up, okay?”

Subject-5 tilted his head in confusion. He couldn’t understand the snapper. He kept hearing the bale and gargoyles making these foreign sounds– he couldn’t understand any of it; but they were also making sounds that he could understand. The snapper reached over and gently picked S-5 up, lifting him off the ground– he hissed, trying to escape. He heard a reassuring chirp from the box turtle, then another one from the snapper; he calmed down slightly, chittering softly. The gargoyles migrated off of S-5’s shell onto the snapper's shoulders.

“Come on, let’s get home.”

S-5 looked around as the snapper brought him down into the dark tunnel. The bale walked through the dark tunnels for a while before they came to a stop in a large area that was well-lit.

“Put him in the medbay; I’ll take care of him.” The slider walked ahead and the snapper and box turtle followed after.

They entered a room that was brighter than the room they had just come from, and it smelled of chemicals. The snapper put S-5 down on a bed. He chirped, confused, looking to the slider as he started to make his way over to him, holding a needle. He hissed at the slider. The box turtle came closer to him, giving off another reassuring chirp.

“It’s okay; he’s going to help with the pain.”

“Raph’s got this.” The snapper started to churr, drawing the attention of S-5.

Subject-5 chirped softly as he started to relax as he listened to the snapper’s churring. The snapper’s deep rumbling churr filled the room, telling S-5 that it was okay, that he was safe. He was so focused on the snapper’s churring, that he barely registered the fact that the slider had just injected something into him. He hissed, swiping his claws at the slider.

The slider backed away, putting his hands in the air. “Okay, okay. I’m done; I’m sorry.”

He growled a warning to the slider, hissing. He looked around the room, and soon, his eyelids became increasingly heavy. He did his best to fight this newfound sleepiness, but he was fighting a losing battle.

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When S-5 woke up, he quickly realized that his surroundings were different. His mind was foggy, and thinking was difficult, so he didn’t think when he tried to get up. He hissed in pain as he crashed to the floor. When he looked up, he saw a gargoyle in front of him. He huffed before trying and failing to push himself off the floor– it was like his limbs were made of jelly. His response time is low, too. He sighed. “Where’s Huginn?”

“Right, here, boss.”

He looked over to see Huginn perched on the shoulder of the slider. He thought for a moment; where were they? And how did they get here? “Where are we?”

“Well, it’s nice to see you can talk again. You’re in the medbay– in our lair.”

‘Nice to see you can talk again.’? What was the slider talking about? “How did we get here?”

“You don’t remember? … I guess that makes sense.” The slider picked S-5 up off the ground and placed him back on the bed. “Wow. You are way too light for size.”

S-5 glared at the slider. “You didn’t answer the question.”

“He brought us here.”

“Well, actually, the snapper did that.”

S-5 looked between the gargoyles. “Then why don’t I-...” He fell silent as something in his mind finally clicked. He growled quietly. “I had an episode, didn’t I?” He asked the gargoyles quietly.

“Yeah, you did.”

“You know that you wouldn’t have had one if Draxum was here.”

He snarled loudly, throwing a dagger at Huginn– he missed both the slider and the gargoyle, and the dagger hit the wall. “Don’t you dare bring him up!”

“Woah! Calm down! Don’t make me have to sedate you.”

“I don’t listen to you, slider! I listened to Draxum for 13 years before I finally killed him.”

The slider’s expression turned to horror as he heard the words that fell from S-5’s mouth. He quickly sobered up his expression, however. “You killed someone?”

“I have killed so many times it’s hard to count. Draxum was my creator– our creator. I Have my reasons for killing him.”

“And your other kills?”

“Training.”

“Leo?” The box turtle made his way into the room. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, Mikey, everything’s fine.”

The box turtle looked at S-5. “Oh, he’s awake.” He chirped to S-5

He sighed. “Munnin, grab my dagger.”

“Oh, he can talk again.”

“Yeah.”

Muninn grabbed the dagger and returned it to S-5. “Thanks…”

“So, how do you feel?”

S-5 looked at the box turtle. “I hurt, but I will get over that.” He looked at the gargoyles. “Whatever’s in my system has lowered my response time.”

“That would be the anesthetics.” The slider pointed next to the bed that S-5 was in.

He followed it to see the IV bag, realizing that he was attached to it. He pulled the IV out of his scales.

“Hey! One, that’s helping with the pain, and two, you have severe malnutrition and dehydration. That’s helping with those.”

“I’m aware of my condition, slider. But it’s already dangerous here; I don’t need my response time down.”

“Your response time is fine. You're fine.”

“Yeah, except I can barely move right now. Which means I’m not fast enough if someone comes after me. Everything should be out of my system by tomorrow– we leave tomorrow.”

“What?” the box turtle yelled. “You can’t leave! You’re hurt!”

“An inconvenience, yes. But we have to keep moving.”

“Why? We’re out of the Hidden City.”

“Yeah, and surely we’re far enough away from our town, so it couldn’t hurt to stay here, at least until your injuries are healed, boss.”

He glared at the gargoyles before he huffed. “Fine, we’ll stay for now.”

“Well, with that settled, let me just–” The slider put S-5’s IV back in. “There. Now, do me a favor and keep it in this time, K?”

“Why are you helping me?”

“Because you’re hurt?”

“Yet I saw that look on your face. So why continue to help me?”

“What is he talking about, Leo?”

“The fact that I’m a murderer.”

“What? You’re joking, right?”

“I don’t joke. Draxum got what he deserved. For 13 years, I’ve been abused and tortured. Weeks without food, days without water. I’ve had to continue on with my training with injuries worse than what I have now. Tell me, box turtle, Have you ever had to fight a failed subject that’s three times bigger than you? What about when you just got your shell cracked the day prior? Do you know why a failed subject is considered failed? Because they’re animalistic.”

“Then are you considered a failed subject? I’m going to guess no since your name is ‘Subject-5’ and not ‘failed subject-5’. Or am I missing something?” The slider looked at S-5.

“Hehehe. Because I’m not animalistic.”

“Yet that ‘episode’ of yours says otherwise.”

“But they are just that, episodes.”

“Yeah, and Draxum had ways to stop the episode.”

“Oh, Huginn, he did have a way around them, but when did they start?”

“When you were five.”

“Oh look, Muninn answered for you~. Ehehehe~. Draxum had a way around the episodes, but he was the reason I started having them in the first place!” S-5 growled at the gargoyles. “It doesn’t matter now. He trained me to kill, so I killed.” He sighed, looking to the slider. “You wanna know why I wasn’t considered a failed subject? Because I could be trained. The failures aren’t trainable– too aggressive, too idiotic. I’m also a different breed of subjects. I’m one of five.”

“And we’re the other four?” The box turtle spoke up for the first time in a while.

“Yeah, it sure seems that way. Five subjects, all of different species. Subject-1: Alligator snapping turtle– deceased. Subject-2: Spiny softshell– deceased. Subject-3: Red-eared slider– deceased. Subject-4: Ornate box turtle– deceased. Subject-5: Northern red-bellied cooter– survived. The first four subjects were thought to have perished in the explosion– I was thought to be the only survivor.”

“You said that you were a different breed of subjects. What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means, slider, that we were made with something the rest were not– human DNA.”

“Alright– we have names, you know. My name isn’t ‘slider’, it’s Leo. And his name isn’t ‘box turtle’, it’s Mikey.”

“Hey, guys, pizza’s here.” The snapper walked into the room holding a box. He looked at S-5. “Want some?”

S-5 just watched the snapper for a moment before looking away. “No. I’m not hungry.” He soon heard the sound of choking.

“What do you mean you’re not hungry!? You literally just told us how you’ve gone weeks without food! And you’re malnourished and underweight!”

“I’ve learned to survive with little food, slider. I was allowed to eat three days ago.”

“Uhh, actually, by now, it’s been four days since your last feeding, boss.”

How long has he been out of commission for? “Huh. Either way, I’ll live.”

“Mikey, as the chef of the family, I’m going to need you to make some food that’s high in protein and high in calories so that S-5 here can gain some weight and not be malnourished.”

“Okey-dokey!” The box turtle gave the slider a thumbs-up before hopping out of the room.

“You sure ya don’t want any pizza?” The snapper asked once more.

“Yes, snapper, I’m sure. Besides, that’s not even remotely close to what my diet looks like.”

“And what does your diet look like– when you eat of course.”

“Draxum usually has Subject-5 eat the opponent he just killed.” Huginn answered the slider’s question for him.

“I’m sorry, you eat your kills!? Ohmigosh…” The slider looked in horror to S-5– he’s been doing that a lot– before his expression sobered once more. “Right, well, starting now, you won't be doing that, and you’ll be eating real food.”

He huffed before he yawned.

The slider sighed, looking at S-5. “We’ll get on that tomorrow; you should get some rest for now. Come on, Raph, let’s go.”

He watched as the slider and snapper walked out of the room before looking to the gargoyles that had just landed on the foot of the bed that he was on. “If it weren’t for the fact that my reaction time is down, we would be leaving now.”

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#dakota rambles #And Then There Were Five.#wip #koda's oc(s)

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INCIDENT REPORT #S-I/(Selaluna)/10

1 || 2 || 3 || 4

EVENT 1A: MISSING STAFF MEMBER

EVENT 1B: VIOLENT/DEFECTIVE STAFF MEMBER

EVENT 2A: ESCAPED BLACKBLOOD

EVENT 2B: BLACKBLOOD ATTACK

EVENT 3A: CIVILIAN DISAPPEARANCE

Current Status: UNRESOLVED (MONITORED)

Summary: [AMALGAMATE #2] has overtaken Selaluna.

Following Incident #S-I/F-2/08, staff member [REDACTED]—main handler for Amalgamate #2—stole a vehicle and left the facility with the Amalgamate in tow. As Security personnel gave pursuit, the Amalgamate fired on their vehicles with the same magic plant pods originally found in the Scarecrow’s repertoire. The vines and bushes it created tangled the cars’ tires before growing through and tearing apart most of the engines. More cars had to be dispatched to assist them, and one officer managed to send a single glove to act as a tracker. The culprit’s vehicle was tracked to a farm outside of Selaluna and found empty, surrounded by stalks of corn on the side of the road.

As a precaution, a drone squad was sent over the town, and undercover staff were alerted to potential danger while five small security teams—with one in plain clothes—entered the area. All of them were given orders to find and destroy the Amalgamate’s Heart, as patches of corn could be seen in various alleys and random yards and patches of grass. Several civilians spoke of the strange corn patches: people disappearing into them, and more surprisingly: “people” emerging from them to snatch anyone that got too close.

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The following footage was recovered remotely during the incident; consult the transcripts as needed.

DRONE FOOTAGE

[Four cameras fly over quadrants of the town. It’s unusually still, even for a weekend; not many cars are on the roads, and several groups of people seem wary as they move. There are a handful of moments where, as a drone passes overhead, civilians are suddenly dragged into patches of corn, vanishing completely no matter how small the cluster appears. In more secluded areas, figures (Harvesters*) can be seen emerging from patches of corn, walking slowly toward or into buildings on the central streets.

These unknown figures all wear coveralls similar to the Amalgamate’s, with their heads and faces obscured by hats, and several of them can be seen with sickles in their hands. The armed ones seem to take care to stay hidden.

One of the drones flies out over Lake Selena, and [Subject 090547]’s shadow can be seen in the water circling around the lake’s perimeter. Cornstalks occasionally sprout from the ground near the lake, only for the serpent’s head to lash suddenly from the water and rip them out with its teeth. The stalks wither to dust when removed from the ground, but the ears of corn fall into the water, quickly disappearing in [Subject 090547]’s mouth. As the drone starts to fly back into town, there is a glimpse of a figure stepping out of corn, followed by a glint of light as the drone is knocked out of the air. Its camera is destroyed before it hits the ground. With its destruction, several of the unknown figures in other feeds can be seen glancing up before running back into the nearest patches of corn.]

BODY CAM. FOOTAGE (Group 1—Group Leader)

[As the group reaches the central area of town, the area is oddly quiet.]

G. Leader: [approaching a pair of civilians: an elderly woman with a younger man beside her.] Hey, excuse me, ma’am! Uh, we just got back in town. Seems awfully quiet for a Saturday, doesn’t it?”

Civilian 1: [She eyes them warily, but she looks around.] Quiet isn’t the half of it. All this magic nonsense has been getting worse and worse.

Security 1: Yeah, what’s with all the corn everywhere? The Hearthlight Festival isn’t for a few months yet.

C. 1: Don’t even mention the Festival; I swear, two years, and ever since that day, it’s been out of control. People acting weird; goin’ missing for days; and don’t even get me started on that thing in the lake. Gods, when that thing showed up—

Civilian 2: [He pats her shoulder gently] Whoa, now; okay, Ma, don’t get worked up.

C. 1: [She huffs a little and rolls her eyes, glancing curiously into a window they’d been passing.]

C. 2: I, uh, can’t say she’s wrong though. Just today we’ve seen a bunch of these weird folk. N-Not really people, but like—[His gaze wanders; he suddenly taps the Leader’s shoulder and points] There; guys like that.

[The camera turns, catching view of a figure (Harvester) sort of shambling through the square. Another one, in matching clothes, approaches it quickly, seeming to help it straighten up and pulling its hat slightly over its “face” before walking away. At this angle, over a dozen of them can be seen wandering or behaving nonchalantly: including some sitting on benches, lying in the grass, and a few smaller figures climbing trees or following behind the larger ones.]

Security 2: No way…

G. Leader: Ah, um… How many of those did you say you s—

[Suddenly, all of the figures look up toward the sky, pausing for a few seconds before they’re all running back to corn patches or hiding under trees and buildings.]

Security 3: Captain…

G. Leader: [He grabs his radio as it beeps loudly. He speaks just a few seconds later, his voice weighted with urgency.] Sir, can you carry her?

C. 2: I-I—Well, yeah. What—?

G. Leader: [He turns to his team, pointing at each of them] You two; take them to the checkpoint. Pick up anyone you see on the way. Prioritize the civilians; you’re cover fire. The rest of you, with me. We’ve got one chance. We push for—”

[They flinch as the town storm siren starts to wail, and screams can be heard in the distance along with loud cracking sounds getting closer to them.]

BODY CAM. FOOTAGE (Group 3—Security 2)

[The camera’s holder is underground alone, walking along the maintenance paths in the sewer system while referencing a map on their phone. They move a bit faster as they approach a green door with chipped reflective paint and lettering.]

Security 2: Blue, checking in. I found the Town Hall access. It doesn’t look like the door has been touched. Preparing to breach.

[They take a deep breath, drawing their gun as they pull the door open. They climb a set of stairs, opening another heavy door leading into a wide-open basement. The area is dimly lit with a few ceiling lamps, and it’s more or less a maze of pipes, machines, and storage shelves. “Blue” walks as quickly as possible without making noise on the stone floor, reaching another flight of stairs and pausing as they get to the top. The door has a mostly frosted window, and vague orange shapes can be seen through it. Blue seems to hesitate before they slowly push the door open.

The door opens into the main floor of the building, and more specifically into the massive main chamber. A handful of desks with computers are scattered around, along with several pieces of art and decorations for the upcoming fall season. Everything is in disarray: desks turned over, decorative pieces broken on the floor, and parts of the tile flooring ripped up by the thick roots growing through them. The entire room is a labyrinth of roots with over a hundred visible pumpkins connected into them. At the very center of it all, a pumpkin sits pressing the railings of the top floor paths, with its stem nearly reaching the ceiling. The area is silent, with no corn anywhere in sight except through the windows.

Blue can be heard breathing nervously, and they move slowly between the roots to an office marked ‘Radio Station HQ’ with a large window beside it. They struggle with the handle, picking the lock and pulling open the door. They quickly lock the door again breathing heavily as they lean on the desk. The room is completely soundproofed, with most of the older radio equipment untouched save for the new computer and microphone setup on the desk. A button with a bright red light sits in a case attached to the far wall.]

Security 2: This is Blue. I-I’ve located the Heart in Town Hall. I…We need to evacuate the town. …Yes, immediately, I—You haven’t seen this place. We aren’t going to be able to destroy this thing with civilians around. Sir, respectfully… [As they were speaking, the camera spots a crow outside the office window; it lands on the nearest desk to the radio office and seems to stare into it at “Blue”. They shift closer to the door, closing the window blinds before grabbing their gun.] I saw dozens of pumpkins in here at just a glance. With the number of people it has—W-What? Guys, no. Do not send people here; I’m serious, you need to get—

[They pause as something starts tapping the window sharply. Short, quick taps that seem to multiply as several shadows appear behind the blinds on the other side of the window. Within a moment, the shadows disperse, and a new, louder tapping starts on the door’s window.]

Security 2: Evacuate the city. Now.

[The door’s window suddenly shatters as a scythe blade swings through it, and the door cracks loudly as a barely visible Scarecrow starts to rip it from the wall. “Blue” spins quickly, and the footage blurs as they swing their gun at the wall. Pieces of cracked plastic start to fall as “Blue” hits the button before they’re pulled away from it.]

COLLAR CAM. FOOTAGE (Group 4—Familiar: Valek)

[Security Group 4 lingers around a bus as several civilians are loaded onto it, with Valek’s handler helping lift a wheelchair through the emergency door while her crewmate secures its owner in a nearby seat. The camera shifts suddenly as Valek turns to bark loudly at an approaching Harvester. It pauses, placing its hands in its pockets and kicking at the dirt as Valek growls. He lunges shortly, a flash of bright blue light fills the camera’s view as a blast of ice strikes the Harvester’s leg. It struggles to move, letting out a sort of hiss as it drags itself back toward a patch of corn.]

Handler: [She leans to call to the front of the bus] Everyone’s locked in, right? We’re ready?

[Someone starts to answer when the storm siren goes off. The air is filled with noise as dozens of crows fly out from Town Hall’s roof, and the street starts cracking loudly as stalks of corn burst from the ground.]

Handler: [She slams the door, pounding on the side of the bus.] Go! Go, now! Valek, come!

[The bus starts to drive off, accelerating as the corn surrounds it. Meanwhile, Valek and his handler start sprinting off of the main streets. Within seconds, they’re surrounded by corn as well, pushing forward as they follow beside the broken sidewalk.]

Handler: Valek, we need a Frost Rush!

[Valek barks and runs ahead of his handler, and the corn around him becomes brittle and withered as ice settles on the stalks. After barely half a minute, Valek’s handler cries out, and he slides to a stop to turn around. The camera finds her getting caught by roots and vines coiling up her legs and waist. She flails as Valek starts to move closer.]

Handler: Stop! Don’t get c-close, you’ll—! [She struggles to keep her arms out of the vines’ grasp as laughter starts to slip into her voice.]

[Valek barks at her, making false lunges as if the roots could be intimidated. Any ice that settles on the roots just causes more roots to replace them.]

Handler: Stay back! Ack, heh—Dammit. [She rips her dog tags off of her neck, one of her gloves taking them past Valek’s head.] You need to run; Go!

[Valek hesitates for a second, but he turns to run, his handler’s voice and laughter fading behind him. Underneath the sound of the storm siren, another alarm starts going off: the standard retreat signal from one of the vehicles beyond the perimeter. Valek turns to run towards the alarm, picking up speed until he suddenly stops. He looks around quickly, shifting back and forth while huffing softly.]

??: [a soft, weak voice, vaguely childlike calls nearby] …Help…Please?

[Valek barks toward the voice, scratching at the dirt and nearby corn to make noise.]

??: H-Help…

[The corn parts slightly as a small figure approaches, and the camera catches the boots and overalls before Valek seems to notice them. A Harvester wearing a child’s torn parka lunges and grabs at Valek, and in the ensuing struggle, there’s a flash of orange light as a sickle appears in the Harvester’s hand. Valek barks and snarls, whipping his head aggressively until the sickle comes down. The camera’s angle falls awkwardly as the collar’s latch breaks away, and Valek can be seen grabbing his bag by its newly torn strap to drag it with him as he starts to run again.

The Harvester doesn’t follow him, but the angle shifts to the sky as it waves the camera over its head. A single crow dives down and snatches the collar from its hand, and as it flies in a wide arc over the town square, the camera can glimpse the corn spreading out for miles beyond it, filling up the streets and surrounding buildings and houses into the horizon. The storm siren grows louder before the sound distorts and dies, and the camera falls into a spin until it’s caught by the collar. The frame is filled with a view of a white coat, and there’s an audible clicking sound before a disappointed sigh. The camera is lifted up, revealing the Amalgamate’s main handler seated on the roof of Town Hall. She has one arm wrapped around her knee, and she glances sideways at the camera as she plays with the cigarette between her fingers. She heaves another sigh as she reaches to turn the camera just enough to observe the overgrown town.]

[REDACTED]: A Ram loses his Ewe, to the bleak jagged stone, so he goes to the farm with his children in tow. He returns to the mountains, leaping alone, in the hopes that his efforts they will never know. With horns sharpened by turmoil—forced to bleed others’ sons, others’ daughters—he returned from his deeds, to find all his lambs slaughtered… [She sighs, pulling the camera to focus on her again.] It is such a beautiful mess, isn’t it? Serendipity…

[She breathes a wisp of flame from her mouth that lights her cigarette, and her eyes glow as she glares at the camera, with a crow landing on her shoulder and following her gaze. The Scarecrow can be seen climbing the roof to join her as swirling black markings rise up on her skin. Her eyes flash orange, pupils narrowing before she breathes a plume of flame that engulfs the camera.]

[REDACTED]: [The audio is distorted as the camera dies] I̷̧̧̦͇͎̖̟͈̥̱̣͙͠’̴̮̰̩̻̹̮͚͊̽̿͑̊̿͘m̸̡̲̹͖͔̙͌̑̓̀ ̵͙̭̟͐͛̚̕s̶͉̐̇̂͝͝o̶̡̼̬͔̱̖̓͒̈́́̽̂̇̕r̶̨̧̦̙͎̲̩͈̮͈̓͜r̸̲͇̭̂̉̌y̶̱̰͛́̈́̄̾͝,̶̖̤̜̖̞͙̂̄͒͠ ̸̡̥̣̬̪̦̤͖̮͕̣̿̂̊̌̔͘ͅD̸̡̙͍̙̪̭̼͈͕̮̥̫̅̽̌̽͐͐́̀̊͒̓ȅ̴̞͎͉̰͈̖̮̳ͅṛ̸̨̨̡̟̲̺̫̗͐̅͛̃̇͊̉̑͘͘r̸̛̫̩̰̰͆̈́̌̍̾͘͠i̷̺͚̥̘̙̘̜͎͎͎͋͆̃̓͒̔̀̃̿̔̿́͜c̷̳̯̘̙͎̞̺̬͈̿͘͜k̶̰̘̞͕̃̍͆̓͒͂̒̀…̶̧̢̩̠͖̥͚̂̂̏̾̈́͂̏̄̾͠͠

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Of approximately 2,500 known civilians residing in Selaluna, 135 were successfully evacuated.

Of 50 staff members sent into the city center, only four were successfully evacuated.

All of the familiars that entered eventually returned unharmed, but without their handlers.

The Amalgamate’s cornfield stretches to nearly every edge of the city, even crossing the highways on both sides. Roadblocks are being set up to prevent unauthorized entry and divert civilians around the area. Any Harvesters that are seen near the perimeter are to be terminated with extreme prejudice. Maintain a safe distance from the corn at all times, and always make sure someone is always awake and alert at your station.

Current orders are to maintain constant observation. Deploy drones into the city at least once a day to search for activity. An operation to extract Subject 090547 from Lake Selena was successful; he was moved to Sector H for alternate testing and containment.

Alerts have been sent to staff in neighboring sectors, facilities, and cities to evacuate immediately if they see corn spreading near their location.

We would like to remind all staff that we are grateful for all you do for the Prince’s cause. Your Presence, Your Loyalty, and Your Sacrifice.

Selaluna is lost.

#a panda writes a thing #tickling #the power of laughter #the blackblood files #The Maize

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crystalelemental · 5 months ago

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Cyber Sleuth! I haven't been talking about it much, but have been playing constantly. I'm around...45 hours in? Or so? And great news! I have only 37 mons left before the whole database is filled, and I think am very few away from having everything that doesn't require Hacker's Memory to complete!

"Wait, you're not at Hacker's Memory yet? How...how far in are you?" Chapter 13. ...look, I got distracted, Avalon server was a good place to level so that took like a full day but I needed to alter natures before I could get some others and Chapter 13 gave another good grinding spot and I could buy the patches so we're doing round 2 now. It's fine.

I mention all this for context and as a warning. Everything I say must be filtered through the lens of me objectively playing the game wrong.

See, Digimon feels very distinct from other monster catching games, in that the sense of collecting all of them seems to be outright the wrong thing to do. Sure, Pokemon has similar issues, but more because of version exclusives, obtuse evolution methods involving trades, and the horrors of actually catching a legendary Pokemon. Digimon approaches things a bit differently.

In part, this difference is due to two stats: CAM and ABI. CAMaradarie is a measure of friendship. You increase it by 1 every battle they frontline, and can feed them Digimeat which is exorbitantly expensive for the shit amount of CAM it provides. It caps at 100%, and some evolutions require varying amounts, usually 10% for low levels, 50% for mid-tiers, and 80% for later tiers, but 100% is needed for two monsters that fuse together.

ABIlity is a measure of...uh...evolution? It goes up when you evolve up or down, with more points being added every increment of 5 levels. ABI requires 20, 40, or 80 in most situations, though there's the rare occurrence of 100 and 120 for really high-tier stuff. Mostly your solution is to evolve up then back down repeatedly to generate ABI, because it is not getting where it needs to go off a straight shot.

As someone who has spend [REDACTED] hours grinding levels for evolutions, these two scores are the bane of my goddamned existence. ABI feels like it's the significantly harder number to work with when playing normally, because the values are incredibly small, and 80 is a tall fucking order when you've reached endgame and have like 37 points on your starter (thing that happened to my wife). When you grind, however, CAM is your mortal enemy. Man, I am not rotating around who's in the front, I have PlatinumNumemon x2 and Angewoman for we can maximize EXP yields while still having someone who can fight good. Everything else is in the back. CAM sucks ass, because it's stupid slow if you don't already have the numbers working in your favor. Needing two at maximum then fusing them together is extra frustrating.

But even worse than that is the stats demanded of some evolutions. To some degree, I understand this. There are clear evolutionary paths. Lunamon -> Lekismon -> Crescemon -> Dianamon is a very clear bunny promotion in the same vein as most other monster catching games. However, given the wild branching of Digimon evolution, you can jump ship to another form along the way, should your stats be good enough. At times, this results in just needing to level more, while at others, it is outright impossible to achieve without training. This is sometimes understandable, but without any means of showing what else evolves into the thing you're missing, it's basically impossible to tell what the intended path is at times. Like...I forget what it became, but I had this little egg with legs mon that, with enough SP and INT, could evolve into something I didn't have. Eggmon is not good at either thing, but it came close at level 99. The only means of getting to that evolution would be finding something else entirely that somehow loops to it, or forcing the issue with training.

Problem: training is incomprehensible to me. At best, I understand a few factors that influence how Digimon train. See, to train, you put up to 10 Digimon in your Digifarm, and set them to train. They are unusable during this time, though you can interrupt to swap them out.

Step 1: set the level of training. Basic takes TWO HOURS and doesn't give a ton, but it's neutral otherwise. Because the harder training also drops CAM. So god help you if you need both stats and CAM.

Step 2: Set your Farm Equipment. You can boost how much stats go up when you train by setting equipment that boosts a particular stat. This equipment is fucked expensive.

Step 3: The equipment is basically useless unless you're already training that stat. See, it ups numbers, but does not determine what everyone trains. No, they train potentially two stats at once. The first is whatever the stat of your Leader is. If the Leader has, say, Lively, great news! Egg digimon is training its SP! But this also means that even with HP boosting equipment, your Infermon you needed to get a little more HP out of won't gain fuckall unless your leader has Durable. But wait! There's another means of training a stat, and that is by your own nature! Yes, it will only train the stat you are already good in, and the stat of your designated leader! Nothing else. As far as I'm aware. Nevermind that my wife somehow managed to evenly train a ton of stats, I'm assuming that's because they were Searcher or Builder.

Step 4: come back after half an hour and losing all your CAM to find that your stats stopped increasing anyway. Yeah, turns out your bonus stats are capped based on your ABI. At 200 ABI, which is a fucking disgusting number by the way, you get the maximum of 150 bonus points. Less ABI, less bonus stats. So unless you also farmed the ABI, those bonus stats may well not even apply anyway!

If it's not clear, I despise this system. It's excessively irritating and creates multiple obtuse roadblocks to finishing the database. Systems pull back and forth at each other and nothing feels like it'll stay done when you have so many areas of need.

But this is where we have to talk about why I'm playing the game wrong. See, again, Digimon is not much of a monster catching game. It's a RPG with a massive rotating cast. Their intent, I assume, is to just use the ones you attach to and beeline toward higher stages. If something requires high ABI, well, that's for NG+. You can loop back around that way if you'd like. But you're not, I don't think, supposed to sit here grinding for ages to boost up your ABI. You're supposed to look at Lilithmon as something unattainable without NG+ to build up ABI and stats. Because yeah, Lilithmon is one of those with stats legitimately too high without training.

In essence, if I had been playing this game correctly, I would've taken my Palmon, Lunamon, Renamon, etc. and just pushed them up the evolutionary paths, accepting whatever I got along the way, and only doubling back if the next step up had an ABI block or I didn't like the look of that route. It's a little more streamlined that way, and you're less likely to encounter the three-hour progress annihilator I hit.

See, evolution and de-evolution sets your level to 1, and regardless of how much of anything you built up, without bonus stats, you are still very much level 1. For much of the game, being high tier enough offsets this. But eventually you'll hit a boss that can't be hurt badly enough and you learn that you apparently haven't saved in three goddamned hours and lost a ton of progress OOPSIE DOODLES

It's also...probably supposed to be a measure against what I do, which is try to get coverage. Like okay, Palmon's main line is all Plant stuff. But! If I go up MudFrigimon -> Meteormon, I can get a magic Ground type attack, and that's Coverage. Which...does not matter. As it turns out. The Data/Vaccine/Virus designation is significantly more important than the type matchup. There are typeless mons that aren't in that triangle, and I guess that's when the element comes into play, but it feels largely like a waste. I'm also just kinda unimpressed with buffing broadly? Like, it's fine, but is a 10% off your base stats. Which is not very much most of the time, as it turns out! So mostly, all you need is one good attack (and a lot of final forms have signature moves of a different type than their main, so you'll have two anyway), some good heals/revives, and...that's kinda it. So yes, I am willing to admit I wasted my time "optimizing" some favorites for combat.

On the plus side, the story's pretty good. Yuuko is my favorite, to no one's surprise. Really wound up liking both Arata and Nokia, too. Suedou is hilarious, kinda love this dude. And now that the Digimon are present, I'm kinda here for the conflict with the Royal Knights and everything they've got going on. I think that's a lot of fun, in the same way it was a lot of fun when Nexomon had things like the Tyrant Wars or the Abyssals.

I should get back to story, but...I gotta get these mons in the dex. I gotta. I'm so close, you don't understand. It's like right there, I gotta do it.

#digimon cyber sleuth

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stoookes · 8 months ago

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Ok, I have gotten inspired by your anons and thought of some more VK headcanons 🙈🙈🙈

So first of all, VK is a big baby when it comes to taking medicines. He CANNOT swallow a tablet whole. It needs to be broken into little pieces. Every time he gets sick, he throws tantrums about the medicines and someone has to likely force the pills down his throat.

However, his own distaste of medicines notwithstanding, VK is THE person to go to if you're ill or injured. He just fusses over them at every opportunity. VK is a pro at traditional Indian herbal remedies. Someone has a cough, hes immediately boiling up some lemongrass tea for them, or giving them honey or cloves. One of the kids like Shubman or Cam has a fall and scrapes their knee, he's immediately rubbing some turmeric into the wound. VK's healing skills come in major use during Pat's injury days

Despite the amount of money VK earns, he bargains with every shopkeeper over the price of items. He'll fight with the vegetables seller over a matter of 1-2 rupees! And VK has this extraordinary, inexplicable talent of buying an item of 500 rupees at 50 rupees. Nobody knows how he does it!

VK hates chores with a passion. He feels he's too glamorous to do menial jobs like doing the dishes, sweeping the floor, hanging the clothes out to dry, ironing them, etc. it's not like he can't do any of these tasks, he'll just prefer not to.

VK cannot, for the life of him, understand Aussie accents, and it nearly makes him go crazy when he moves to Aus after his marriage

VK is obsessed with fashion, owning his own clothing brand and all. His wardrobe is always full of the latest, trendiest clothes from all the top brands. During his wedding to Pat, he insisted on wearing a different kurta for every single ceremony of the wedding, and spent at least a week choosing the perfect kurta for the actual marriage.

Aww yay! I’m loving these as we get closer to VK/Pat’s fic 🥰

Awww bless him - although I can see this annoying Patty at the beginning…

Ooooo, interesting. Because Pat’s injuries are primarily during the beginning of their marriage when they go through their rough patch….

Ahaha - always after a bargain! 😂

I can definetly see him hiring someone in for this.

Aww nooooo - it’s already gonna be hard enough for him 😭😭😭

Ahaha well of course! Cue a fashion show where he tries to get Pat out of his T-shirts and sweats 😂

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calosphace · 10 months ago

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[WIP] Intro to Bromeliads: Surprising Tropicals for the Zone 9a Garden

Bromeliads are a special family of flowering plants from the Americas that have many adaptations for low-water including CAM-photosynthesis (like cacti). Some are terrestrial like your typical plant but others are able to grow on trees and rocks, scientifically known as “epiphytic” and “lithophytic” respectively. Many bromeliads are great both for beginner gardeners and snobs (me) alike.

Bromeliad categories:

Dyckia & Succulent - Dyckia, Puya, Hechtia, Encholichreron are (somewhat) common genera in circulation these are the bromeliads tend to be more terrestrial or lithophytic, growing in low rainfall areas kind of like an agave or a standard cactus

Airplant - Tillandsia species - these are often wispy plants which gather water from special hairs on their leaves rather than roots which gives them usually a silvery appearance. Airplants are found from South America into the mid-Atlantic USA in a variety of habitats with some even growing on cacti in deserts such as the fragrant and quite large Tillandsia duratti.

Tank & Urn broms aka “classic broms” - common genera are Neoregelia, Aechmea, Billbergia, and Vriesea, these are the popular idea of a brom, plants with stiff leaves that often store water in their centers (known as the “tank”) most of these are native to tropical and subtropical forests in Central and South America.

Note on Hardiness:

For all marginal plants, especially “tank” bromeliads and mounted plants, the rule of thumb is to provide oak canopy or a similar reliable, evergreen cover. This is crucial in climates like Deep South where freezes typically are short in duration, occurring briefly during cloudless nights in winter. The oak canopy functions as a blanket for the plants and keeps the cold (which comes from above!) setting in and potentially also keeping any morning dew from freezing into frost. Bromeliads cope much better with “dry cold”. London is zone 9 just like my area, I’ve visited and seen our native Cabbage palms growing big in London, but they cannot grow half the bromeliads we can. This is because the UK has a wetter and longer-lasting cold. [If you are in UK reading this: look on inat at Tillandsia species growing in Argentina and at Aechmea recurvata].

Photo caption: A collection of bromeliads underneath a native Sand live oak (Quercus geminata)

Photo caption: Billbergia nutans mounted to a Southern live oak, this patch has endured temperatures of 23F and several nights in mid-20s after that. It gets no irrigation or fertilizer.

Siting Bromeliads:

Most bromeliads grown are from humid forests where they evolved to grow on trees. Dappled shade and part sun conditions are almost always best for them for this reason. As mentioned above, the canopy cover is also important to protect the plants from extremes in weather temperature.

If growing in the Southeast, you tend to not have to worry about increasing humidity but I also find localized areas of increased humidity benefit bromeliads and other epiphytes.

Examples of increased humidity areas in my garden:

Tree over a paved surface (water evaporating off paved surface)

Near an air conditioner (these drip out water all day)

Over my small frog pond

Look for lichens and other epiphytes as evidence of suitable areas for humidity-lovers.

Bromeliads that can be grown both terrestrially and epiphytically are perfect for areas of dry shade/high root competition such as at base of native Cabbage palm or particularly thirsty trees like my Red maple.

Caption: A bed with extreme root competition at base of native Red maple (Acer rubra) and Cabbage palm (Sabal palmetto) featuring many bromeliads.

Mounting bromeliads

I recommend using aluminum wire or a natural twine for mounting bromelaids where needed. Plastics like synthetic rope and fishing lines are dangerous to wildlife and, especially synthetic fibers, degrade into microplastics and nanoplastics which are so small they can cross the blood-brain barrier (if you wouldnt bite into a credit card, you shouldnt be using that stuff basically).

Sometimes with the bromeliad shape you can get by just putting it on and using Beard airplant wrapped around it. Some also use wood glue but it is important not to cover too much of the plant if it is an airplant as the plant needs to get water through its leaves.

Bromeliads and other epiphytes including orchids tend to favor the following characteristics:

Furrowed bark (easiest to grab onto)

Evergreen canopy (protects from temperature extremes)

“Leakiness” (tree releases more minerals than average = more fertilizer for epis!)

Live oaks satisfy all three of those characteristics which is why they are draped in beard airplants in the Deep South.

Cypress are also “leaky” and favored by airplants but they do not have furrowed bark nor are they evergreen so outside of zone 10b+ they are not as good for marginal species.

If you are unable to have a full-sized Live oak, I recommend the extremely under-utilized small native oak species Quercus myrtifolia (the record largest is 39 feet but typically they are shorter than two storeys). For reference, the common as sin Japanese Waxleaf privet is a much bigger plant than this and much quicker in growth rate yet I also see it planted right next to houses. You also could try a native holly like the Dahoon or a Weeping yaupon and keep them as small trees.

As far as exotics go, Bottlebrush has furrowed bark and I can recommend it for all day sun to part sun conditions. For no more than 8 hours of sun, Pineapple guava is great but it does have flaky bark so attachment may not occur.

Good Beginner Tank Broms:

Androlopsis skinneri 'Paradise', very nice huge brom for warmer zone 9a

Aechmea caudata, e.g. 'Santa Catarina' perhaps my favorite of the established zone 9a species

Aechmea disticantha warning that it is a vicious bastard of a plant, but probably the hardiest of the larger Aechmea species to my knowledge Aechmea recurvata "matchstick" bromeliads e.g. Aechmea apocalyptica Aechmea cornata Aechmea cylindrata Aechmea gamosepala (probably the most common) Aechmea x 'Burgundy' hybrid with disticantha parentage but much smaller and less vicious with good foliage color Billbergia nutans Other Billbergia hybrids might be hardy as well, a plant that appears to be the cultivated hybrid 'Hallelujah' bloomed through 3 days of mid-20s night temps under oak in a very sheltered location (notably firebush in same area was of course knocked to the ground). Many Neoregelia hybrids, at work the following had little to no damage during mid-20s: Neoregelia Cruenta Neoregelia Super Fireball Noid that lookes like Neoregelia Raphael Noid that looks like Neoregelia ___

Nidularium innocentii

Androlopsis x Aechmea disticantha = O'Rourke very nice intergeneric likely hardier than Androlopsis parent thanks to disticantha but this also makes it a bit more brutal to handle than Androlopsis

Airplants for zone 9a:

Showy species native to North FL Tillandsia bartramii Tillandsia x floridana Tillandsia usenoides aka "Spanish moss" (i call beard airplant)

South TX Tillandsia baileyi "Southern Cone" airplants such as: Tillandsia aeranthos Tillandsia albertiana Tillandsia stricta Tillandsia tenuifolia

Misc. species Tillandsia ionantha

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