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sarnai4 · 7 days

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College Days (and career plans)

After seeing a really fun Yona of the Dawn AU fanart with the characters in college, I started thinking about the Dragons crew.

Hiccup: Engineering. He's going to become an inventor and has already done some of that. He'll probably have his own company after graduation that makes just about everything. Need a replacement limb? Phone? Cylindrical item that will lead you to various reptiles and the journey of a lifetime? He's got you covered on all fronts. If it can be built, it will be.

Astrid: Law enforcement. She's eventually going to a police academy (cue the movie of the same name), so she wants to be prepared. She'll become a police captain in the future. It'll be very obvious why crime rates are plummeting in whatever city she's in.

Fishlegs: Zoology. He's always been into science, so he's going to become a zoologist to study animals all over the world. He absolutely loves his work and probably brings a few creatures home to study for a little longer before taking them back to the lab.

Snotlout: Drama. He's planning on becoming an actor. His work as Sir Ulgerthorpe has convinced me that he at least could be good on a stage. Plus, he's a drama queen. Maybe he'll get on the screen one day too. He's also considering if he wants to try out screenwriting and/or directing eventually. If he does become a director, he'll be one of the best and most bossy somehow.

Ruffnut: Digital communication and media/multimedia. She's honestly not here for any reason other than it's where Tuffnut and their friends are. That said, the twins are going to become YouTubers, so she figures she might as well become good at making videos.

Tuffnut: Crafts. He missed how Ruffnut's idea will actually be useful in their future job and thought this sounded fun. His reasoning is that he'll make some cool crafts to show off to their viewers. He's probably right, but there are still a dozen sighs directed his way because of this choice.

Dagur: Undecided. He's gone through business to see if he wanted to be an entrepreneur, then wasn't sure if he should just go to an entrepreneurship degree, had a few in between, and the latest one was psychology to try to understand his mind. At this point, he's hoping he sticks with something long enough to graduate on time with the credits. Can't say he isn't getting a well-rounded education, though. Just don't even get him started on career plans. He figures that he'll teach martial arts to pay for bills until he comes up with an idea he can keep for longer than a month.

Heather: Music. She's going to become a singer and probably be a vocal and guitar teacher later on. She's the only member of the group who we've heard sing and not sound bad (minus Snotlout surprisingly in my opinion. Oi oi oi), so I can see her doing this. She's not planing on being some superstar or anything. Just most likely at some venues and on YouTube, so maybe Ruffnut's new skills can help out.

Mala: Doctor of medicine for surgery. She's in the doctoral program (because I'm convinced she is a nice amount of years older than the others) and going to become a surgeon. This is something she's wanted to do for a while since she enjoys healing people. Meeting the others made her want to do this even more since she's sure at least one of them is going to be in a terrible accident one day and will need a good surgeon. Her bet is on Hiccup, the twins, or Dagur.

Throk: Criminal justice. He's already graduated, but he is receiving specialized training to become a body guard. When he gets free time, he comes around to spend time with the others. He's part of the bet with Mala and bets that Ruffnut will NOT need a surgeon because there's no way he's allowing such harm to come to her.

Atali: Women's studies. She's going to run a women's shelter when she graduates. She is also considering getting a master's.

Minden: Physical education. She's following her bestie and going to teach self-defense to the women Atali helps out.

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Gobber: Welding engineering. He loved this in his university days and started up his own company. This is how he got Hiccup into making things too.

Stoick: Political science. He joined the marines when he was younger and became a high-ranking officer before coming back home to care for Hiccup.

Johann: Law. He became a slimy lawyer who always gets the really dangerous criminals off and puts away innocent people.

Viggo: Economics. He wanted to be very shrewd with his spending. He owns a company that seems like it's a tech manufacturing company on the outside but is actually smuggling a bit of everything.

Ryker: Criminology. He did this to understand just what risks the criminals who work for/with him could face. He works for Viggo (because of course he does) and is the VP of the business.

Krogan: Business management. On the outside, it seems like he's got a weapons manufacturing company, but he uses it to work with the Grimborns and hurt people.

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nova-go-brrrr · 10 months

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It wasn't programmed to harm the crew

#dead by daylight

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auspiciouscat · 11 months

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absolutely noone:

Gabriel Soma: it wasn't programmed to harm the crew--

#every fuckin time i load in #cat talks #dbd #dead by daylight

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grumpy-zane · 11 months

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TitDV!AU - In which there is an anomaly

The snow didn't fall for very long after the funeral. She had hoped it would last longer, even though it wasn't very good for her. It was pretty when it fell, slow and numbing.

Life had returned to normal for her: assisting Borg, assisting tourists, the new hires, the maintainence crew. I was all so robotic to her, hard coded routines with barely any variance. Pixal let herself run on autopilot while in her mind she stepped back and let the world dissolve. Monotonous. Repetitive. Empty.

"Pixal," Cyrus called for her over a monitor.

"Yes?" She stopped in her tracks.

The doctor rubbed his gloved hand, "I need you to do something for me, something important that must be snipped at the bud. There is a discrepancy in the digiverse, and with your combat skills and easy access, I would like you to investigate."

Pixal stared before heading over to a terminal and plugging herself in. If it was the overlord again... his defeat would be a poetic end to her mourning.

her form loaded in through lines of blue code, turning white and green. The expansive matric beyond her swam in ever falling numbers, replicating the city in geometrical shapes. It was what the world looked like with its textures and added features stripped away, the back end visiual of it all.

She tapped away at the code, granting a minimap and marker to the anomally, as well as a virtual technoblade.

As she walked, she picked up on the various visial echos of people in the virtual space, their existence but brief distant-sounding mirages that waved like paper against her harsh footsteps. She was getting closer.

There was no need to hide. The overlord would know she was there, but would he be strong enough to fight back? Her grip on the blade tightened as she pondered the best approach. Destroying him without banter would be the best option, though she would like for him to know that it was out of passion and not just orders. She readied herself as she rounded the corner into an alleyway.

The discrepancy -anomaly- floated there with a wide eye. Its light blue body was barely that, being a collection of jumbled forgein letters and numbers. Its body was amorphous, though vaguely human. The hole in its chest linked to the hole in its head by a straight blue line. It smiled awkwardly, "who are you?"

"Who are you." She returned the question.

"I do not know..." its eye went to her hand, "I have been trying to figure that out."

"Are you the overlord?" Pixal stepped closer.

It shuddered and wrung its oddly shaped hands, "that name, it scares me."

"What am I looking at," Pixal mumbled to herself.

Cyrus replied, "I don't know, but its programming font isn't mine. In fact, there are others like this one, except much smaller and scattered about. Perhaps someone working in IT injected the wrong code into the server?"

She lowered her arm, "then this is nothing."

"It is something, but I am unsure of what. It's not harming anything, I'd hardly call it rogue-"

"Excuse me," it asked, "do you know the way around? I am looking for me, perhaps I would be able to answer your questions with some help?"

Pixal returned her attention to it, "I was hoping you were someone else... but it is my duty to assist."

"I need to find me, it is close. How do I get to it?" It offered a hand.

She stared before hesitantly grabbing it. Immediately she detected multiple attempts to share temporary data, though none made it through properly. They all displayed as jumbled nonsense, in which she neatly packaged and sent to Borg. It pulled its hand away, rubbing it.

"Remarkable..." Cyrus whispered through the line to Pixal, "I will need some time to try and translate this. I am afraid there is nothing more we can do now. I feel safe enough to let it be."

"Then I am to return to the real world?" She asked.

"Yes, I'll ready you for docking."

"You are leaving?" It asked.

"Yes. I am afraid I cannot help you until my father makes a translator." She said.

It politely folded its hands together, "I hope you return. You have beautiful eyes."

#Ninjago #titdv #Its relatively short but its the first meeting

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captainkurosolaire · 3 years

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Prompt 18 ~ Black Spots

Continuation from: #11 - Reclaimed Living - ♫Feel It Still♫

As Captain announced in a lively letter of his emergence attended to boisterous former descendants or relations of his old Crew. Within that crowd in his speech, as often in his world gave abundance of the untrustworthy. Enemies endlessly lurked awaiting. For every person connected and he drew with unity, another deathly foe surfaced onto a hydra. His existence was branded with a black spot alongside his original former and eldest people despite being cabin boy or otherwise, it's association and the same sail. Left targeted to a death mark. Although Captain readdressed inked over it with his south-seas tattoo cunningly, it didn't prevent outright save him in any peace. Android eye's hiding in a facade of a replaced, otherwise ordinary, humanoid observed and studied, exhibiting the behaviors of who once was herald dead. Through those programmed lenses far away in a compound a signal was being sent to a brain coexisting in chemically compounding aetheric-tank, sustaining life, but miserably, strictly only hatred of loathing and murdering that Goldbrand insignia from history. Revenge was a confession of pain. Bubble's vapor and fumed as the think-tank irritation translated messages back to its creations, mercilessly cybernetic killing machines. Set to right a wrong, that pirate living.

The dastardly one, didn't know intently or better, with awareness he was targeted out as the tavern's brawl came to many of the patron's, knocked out, or left. He stuck around strictly for an appearance of Shipwright's arrival. Who outside Captain was also a fellow member that dated back, from that era, who was a blemish and taint, possibly, even more-so. "O' matey, ye look parched need a pint?" He asked clueless only to notice a lost soul not getting their fill-in. The stare of the cyborg looked artificially correct, but gave unusual expressions, almost a peculiar stare. internal vocal commands started. Scanning initialized. Archives unpacking, acquiring data from base. Heritage : Seeker of the Sun Age : Approximately twenty-nine summers. ---- Error : Status - Dead ---Reworking Conflict: Rebooting diagnosis from administrator. Bypassed: CheckedIdentity confirmed: Kuro Solaire, secured. Scoundrel felt eeriness, uneasiness and tension. His heightened instinct's were in-question, this particular individual, was augmented. Intuition, kicked in as Captain leapt back with a knack, barely unscathed as the individual almost delivered a single throat slit from a hidden blade in the confines of his armament. It snapped Captain's collar off still. The pub's owner didn't play devil advocate. Towards whatever type of fight was about to break out but barely put together himself, from being drunk, "Take it outside! Ye rancid bastards." Wasn't often Captain wouldn't fuss a complaint but he was in furthermore agreement, plus didn't have the option, as he was on the defense. Back-flipping back then having to grab the elbow of the arm, of his deadliest assailant. Its mouth opens up, revealing a barrel, pointed-blank. He tucked his head far back before rolling barely missing from being met with a flamethrower. Leading outside gave the Seeker a lot less fighting options, as his methods were often in using surround-style based combat. But he wouldn't jeopardize his kindred people into this mess. "Here we go again." He exhaled a gassed sigh. Tossing his Tricorne hat from harm, the cyborg barraged past doors with a super charge. Leg boosters gave it a thermal boost, as it caught Captain by the throat and dragged him into the rugged pavement as heel's fought back to resist. With powerhouse strength and tail's assistant balance fought the turbulence velocity and roared in defiance. That hidden blade came back for a rematch, as the Seeker caught and shoved his connected other freed palm, hooked the two together. The bulky fighter sent them with a belly to belly cratering into a poorly constructed building as this settlement was barely functional in poverty. Clashing through to the rooftop as he rubble as his back hit hard table wood splintered against debris covering but they were distance, but that endurance of a machine was infinitely managed. Barely with any recovery as that blade came back already soaked in crimson root, the table's wooden stands used to blockade one striking plunge as the Seeker rolled back a full flip, with agility. Swiftness exchanging and dive boxing punches but they were being out calculated by the operational program as a staggering lethal punch hit the rib-cage of the Captain followed by a chest kick, the enhanced augments forced body drool and disbelief out of him, having to rebound his bearings. To stay afoot, capturing another punch as the entire arm of the captured prey started rotating and spinning with gyrations. He swatted and elbowed hard into his assailant delivering a fury of combination strikes, of oddities, even using his strong tail, to allow him to free-fall, and have his tail spring him back into a balanced elbow uppercut. Barely giving each-other room to maneuver in, he spat with a dirty flare into the machine's eye, which actually still messed with the obscured vision. Unhanding his bag of tricks he pocketed a handful of sand he had handy always and scattered it over. Though blocks preemptively, gave Captain a room to wedge a few more step's away. A secondary blood oozing

injury reached with a deft utility satchel to handful of spikes. He threw himself in closer quarters, to try provoking the machine to open its mouth again, as it was a two-way street of predictability and calculating. When drawn in he'd lob and hurl his spike in and then force a fist to punch up into the bottom jaw for the machine to deal with the constrict overflow and contraptions interfering into it's barrel. This cost a sacrifice stab again into the hip. If wound's had to be taken, it was always better to lead them into a place that may afford a survivalist, was Captain's bread-tactic. In fearless skull fighting. He narrowly withdrew, the machine's maw blew a chunk of it's own-self then a thermal cooling dissolved the flame's from erupting it entirely. This battle wasn't sweated out enough. Wounds covered held him room to fend off from blood loss but not much. His body motion's now all mattered in conserving. The assailant charged again viciously, this time, Captain used that built up momentum to await right before it connected with him to arm-toss and use that judo style to fling his deathly opponent overhead. Into a bundle of barrel's containing fishes that still some were kicking. "Sleep with th' fishes'" The machine was immune to taunt. And his witty-one liner the machine was about to recuperate before the weaponized arm was squished under the foot of the Seeker who unleashed a bloody stomping and fury spree. Mushing self-blood into the half face, into the skin of the machine was being removed. Animistic was only rampaging in the heated sensation awoke the Captain's primal wrath as he let out guttural fuss. To rip a fending arm for itself cleanly off the socket. Then even as the machine persisted to try fencing back it was constantly met with aggressive onslaught. Smashing the head and its visible arm's off, with its head disconnected, the Seeker heaved into his mind went blurry and hazy into double-vision, removing himself from the scene about to exit the building to hear the machine rattling again. He wasn't in any condition to turn or strike anymore, recognizing limits. The core stabilized the machine even headless, with now a desire to self-implode if it could capture the close-distance. A shot across the world could be heard over head through the hole in the ceiling they made, earlier. As his Crewmate managed to get a clean-silver shot in that only made the machine discombobulate in pure-counter. "Again, Captain? Having fun without me." A Garlean accented conscripted Raen mouthed with a fuss, The Seeker barely winced before collapsing into a self-staining pool of injuries.

#Prompt - Devil's Advocate #tw: violence #FFxivWrite2021 #FFxivWrite #The Riptide Corporation #FFXIV #Creative Writing #-Captain Kuro Solaire #Sol Akagane #Seeker of the Sun #Seeding more arcs #Sol Akami #Sol

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