#gotta keep them sniping skills up

[brewed-pangolin]

I've seen a lot of people headcanon Soap as driving something small and compact while on leave. And as much as I can respect that, I just can't see him in anything smaller than an SUV. Especially being the outdoorsy man that he is. And he needs the trunkspace for his gear when he goes to the range.

So, I'm putting my Soap in a 4Runner. Great off-road capabilities, compact enough for city living, and plenty of space for all the gear he needs for a day of gunpowder and sniping practice.

Soap image credit to @yumethefrostypanda

I'm also writing a fic where he takes you to Poundtown in the backseat. And there ain't no way in hell I'm doing that in the back of a fuckin' Jetta.

4Runner Wingman Masterlist

#i need to do some more random headcanons #he's a big camper #honestly loves anything outdoors #and spends possibly a bit too much time at the range #gotta keep them sniping skills up #my soap #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #john mactavish #call of duty #cod #4Runner Wingman

[isa-ghost]

was reading through your q!phil hc masterpost and was wondering if you could add any of your codebreakers/etoilza headcanons into the fray…? :3

YESSSS I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK THIS LONG TO GET ASKED /LH

qPhil headcanons masterlist

RESTATES for my and your convenience (heads up, there are suggestive/mildly explicit mentions!!):

--He's FWB with Etoiles. Extremely QPR, Etoiles is an aro king --He and Phil started out as friends and that has Barely changed if at all, but sparring matches get a little too homoerotic sometimes and neither of them can resist the other when they're popping off extra hard. Things have. Escalated a few times. If yknow what I mean. Of all Phil's harem members polycule partners, he & Etoiles have absolutely ZERO emotional investment in the Spicy(tm) things they do together. It's simply a very intimate way of showing each other their respect & admiration for the other. What they have going on is a "*spanks you* good game, let's hit the showers team" kinda deal. They're the type of mfs to finish in bed then shake hands like "gg." Casual sex is >>>> to these two, but it happens waaay less between them than it did Phil & Fit, Fitza was habitual (pre-Pac). Codebreakers is a once in a while thing --Etoiles has 100% asked Phil who fucks the best out of the polycule bc like everything else, it's a competition & he Must win, he Must have the best dick game. This amuses Phil very much --Phil is attracted to Etoiles the same way he's attracted to Fit, HOWEVER, the reasoning is different. Etoiles has raw skill and talent, but it's the way he wields it and demonstrates it that makes Phil wanna act up. Also Etoiles is fucking hilarious. Who can resist a good sense of humor? Those dramatics make Phil swoon --Etoiles is one of the people who is best at catching Phil's Tells for when something is wrong --Etoiles is one of few people who can convince (or goad) Phil into doing something he normally wouldn't, especially if he's drunk --Speaking of Phil being drunk around Etoiles, the way he can still absolutely body someone or snipe smth from miles away makes Etoiles want to kiss him stupid --Etoiles left a scar on Phil's back during Purgatory when he killed him Day 1. Phil didn't know for the longest time, but it took him a while to show him his wings after that. --Phil was genuinely afraid of Etoiles (& Fit) for a while after Purgatory --Sometimes Phil's laughs and startled yelps sound almost like squawks. Also his hiccups. It's very rare, but whenever it happens, he gets teased for it. Especially by Etoiles. --Phil goes back and forth on gifting one of his shed feathers to Etoiles --Technically all of the Polycule vs Ender King hcs apply to Etoiles in some way --Phil could listen to Etoiles teach him about French culture for hours

And now the new stuff :D

Etoiles's dramatics can get Phil in tears laughing. His sides and stomach will hurt before it's over, and Etoiles can go on for MINUTES. Sometimes he'll keep going purely because it has Phil dying so hard and he loves seeing what a kick Phil gets out of it

Etoiles is (playfully) salty that Phil is such a My Kids Come First kinda guy bc GOD does he want Phil to be down to do dangerous pvp and dungeon busting shit without the "euuu we gotta make sure it's safe" aspect more often. He wants that Angel of Death. Etoiles is the #1 Dadza (Derogatory) islander /lh

See, Fitza is more explicit and deadass about their,, Time together. Codebreakers is more subtle. Yknow that "media literacy is knowing when something that isn't gay sex is gay sex" post? That's Codebreakers. Sparring, dungeon busting, whatever high-risk high-exertion thing they're doing together. That.

It should go without saying how down Etoiles would be to throw hands with Ender King. It would be the most exhilarating fight he's ever had

Phil's still lowkey lost about the whole resistance thing. And schedules lately have not been kind to the two of them, so he hasn't had a chance to talk about it with Etoiles as extensively about it as he'd like to

Btw he's secretly concerned as hell smth bad is gonna happen to Etoiles if more of his body becomes corrupted by code :)

They 100% refer back to the time Etoiles said this regularly, and similar things like it. The same can be said for Fitza but my god the extent to which these two are more than willing to kill for each other. OUGH.

Phil does not realize how much pent up stress and emotion he can vent out via sparring or hitting something really fucking hard. Etoiles is going to fix that one day.

Phil's Etoiles impression has made Etoiles attempt to learn how to mimic Phil in retaliation but he cannot for the life of him get the hang of Phil's fuckass accent. Geordies stay winning to this man's dismay

Etoiles is frustratingly yet fascinatingly hard for Phil to clock sometimes. It's difficult to gauge exactly how he's feeling or what he's thinking. And yet as inconvenient that can be sometimes, something about it is incredibly attractive to Phil at the same time. Which is funny because unpredictability is usually not something his survivalist brain would like. Something about how he trusts Etoiles and therefore his being a wildcard is not so scary,,

Etoiles 🤝🏻 Chayanne - Wanting Phil to take them on a flight

I don't know if I'd call Etoiles an anarchist the same way I would Phil, but either way he is SO DOWN to fuck with the Feds if it entails any kind of pvp or the need to be geared up

Ok listen I have to call back to the gay sex subtext thing. Things that are more sex than gay sex to Codebreakers: Sparring, adrenaline, battles of wit, flexing powerful gear, thinking too much about what an absolute potential killing machine the other is, watching one another be in The Zone during a fight

Phil has more physical strength than skill with weapons and Etoiles has more skill with weapons than physical strength. Ok now imagine that while they're in a 2v# fight

I would not put it past Etoiles to pull a Missa and say smth wildly out of pocket and suggestive so fast in French that Phil doesn't catch it.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qphil headcanons #qsmp etoiles #q!etoiles #etoiles #codebreakers #qsmp codebreakers #q!codebreakers

[windywriter]

Random camp counselor nightowl HCS

Camp counselor nightowl who's in charge of arts n crafts and keeps inviting you/giving you lil necklaces/nick knacks he makes during activities.

Made a matching bracelet for you and blushes every time he sees you wearing it.

Sends the kids on snipe hunts so he can steal kisses with you.

Tries to act cool about it but everyone knows that he’s a fool for you. Even two2.

Always tries to sit next to you at the campfire.

Actually pretty good with kids cause he has the energy to keep up with the younger ones. Impresses them by showing off his cool art skills and teaches them to draw.

Had to stop wearing his dangly earring cause it got caught on a branch while he was hiking.

Okay but, Life guard MC and camp counselor nightowl where nightowl keeps trying to impress you by doing cool jumps off the diving board but he keeps belly flopping. Also that man can barely swim so you gotta bail him out when he challenges xyx to see who can swim out the farthest.

Whenever nightowl tries to hit on you xyx interrupts him by picking him up and throwing him into the pool. (Not cause he's a lil jealous naurrrrr)

“WAIT CUTIE, I JUST WANTED TO ASK IF YOU WERE FREE LATER-” *SPLASH*

#nightowl is MY BLORBO AND IM NEVER SHUTTING THE FUCK UP ABOUT HIM #blooming panic #bloomic #bp nightowl #blooming panic hcs #nightowl #might do the others

[unseelie-grimalkin]

hewwo! i juwst wanna awsk: since fwan iws based own cuchuwainn, have u evew thought abouwt twiona being emew? touches fingews togethew i think vewy cute yes thawt'd be vewy cute

There are so many layers to answering this, UwUnon (I'd take credit for dubbing you that, but that'd be @bella-daonna).

So, in a way: yes. Yes, Tríona has some inspiration from Cu Chulainn's wife, Emer, because I read a very fascinating essay breaking Emer down (you can find this here). However, in the same breath, I gotta say that my girl has some Láeg in there too.

Which, yeah, does mean I've been reading Láeg/Emer/Cu Chulainn fic because Tríona/Flannán is basically that trio but in two people.

From Emer, Tríona gets a spine of steel, a "No Nonsense Please" attitude, and this sort of narrative framing to have her parallel Flan, in the same way, Emer parallels Cu Chulainn: both have their spheres of influence and skills and they're both very good at them (showcased as experts in their respective fields that others learn to defer to, eventually; Cu Chulainn with warriors, Flannán with his court, Emer with noble ladies, Tríona with druids). In the same way that Cu Chulainn is a hound at war, Emer is swift to keep ahead of him (not up with him; from my understanding, Emer is always ahead of her husband, in some capacity), and that's something I try to reflect in Flannán and Tríona both.

But from Láeg, however...you get "One Foot Stuck in the Mounds" as a character trait, you get "I would traverse horrors for you", "I am at your side no matter what idiocy you're getting yourself in" in Tríona. There is this post about Láeg that really, really nestled its way into Tríona's vibes overall, one that I'll let speak for itself (I'm certain that, if a certain someone reads that post, I will get DMs yelling at me for hurting her wife). From Láeg being a spiritual parent of Tríona, you get this sense of loyalty that is very "I am extremely respectful of you [Cu Chulainn/Flannán] in my acts of service, but I will snipe you disrespectfully with barbs, maybe even especially when you're being an unmitigated ass", which is often met with Láeg/Tríona being given titles of respect for it from Cu Chulainn/Flannán ("a mo phopa Láeg"/"a mo draoi Tríona").

My big moral takeaway, for anyone reading, is that being a fan of Flannán is an entry gate to reading the actual Ulster Cycle, Ulster Cycle fanfiction, and Ulster Cycle shitposts.

#ship: the fox and the hound #caitríona rowan #flannán mac lugh

[sporadically-writing]

Nyla Sixx

Basics

Full Name: Nyla Sixx

Nickname(s): TBD

Age: 20 in Star Wars: A New Hope

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Appearance

Species: Human

Skin Tone: Tan

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Hairstyle: Loose ponytail

Makeup: None

Build: Brisk and Agile

Height: 5′ 3″

Style: Hiking/Nature/Exploring style clothes that usually coincide with the colors and temperatures of the places she is surveying

Personality

General Personality Traits: Strong Willed, Determined, Adventurous

Strengths: Intelligent, Strong Minded, Tenacious

Flaws: Aggressive, Combative, Prideful

Habits and Mannerisms: She often goes out exploring by herself when she has down time, she has a bad habit of not telling anyone when she is leaving. She always manages to be back in time for anything to happen though; Taps her foot when impatient or thinking; Paces; Has a tendency to yell; Mutters rude coments to herself

Secrets: She would never tell anyone how scared she gets sometimes. She doesn’t want to doubt the work the Rebellion is doing. She believes in it very strongly and for sure wants to see it through, her brain just plagues her with “what ifs” far too often

Regrets: She never looked for her family after they got separated, she might have been able to find them but she had assumed they’d died, she didn’t even look for them (and she definitely won’t now, the rebellion is too important for her to get distracted, but it bothers her)

Skills/Talents: Surveying areas, Survival skills, Stealth, Nature Exploration, Biological knowledge, Theatrics

Likes: Exploring, Quality time with friends, Puzzles/Challenges

Dislikes: Being trapped, Tedious talking, Inactivity

Sense of Humor: Sarcastic

Guilty Pleasure: Hugs

Defining Moment: Deciding to step outside the box of her scout job and actually do some fighting for the rebellion with Luke, Han and Leia when they all first met

Relationships

Friends: Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Chewbacca, R2-D2, C-3P0

Family: K-9S519 or Skip (Dog shaped droid), Rhyssa Sixx (Mother), Sidias Sixx (Father), Javin Sixx (Younger Brother), Rey Skywalker (Daughter - eventually)

Enemies: The Empire, The First Order (eventually)

Lovers: Luke Skywalker (eventually)

Relationship Status: At the time of A New Hope, single

Reputation: She gets the job done to the letter that she is required to do so. She is good at what she does and is nearly a perfect soldier in terms of abiding by the mission she is sent on

Miscellaneous

Current Residence: Yavin 4 (in A New Hope)

Collections: Photos of her family; Small toys for Skip; Maps she’s drafted of various terrains; Surveying/Survival tools; A knife and a sniping blaster

Accent: American

Voice: Raucous and Authoritative

Signature Quote: “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Song: Wolves of the Revolution - The Arcadian Wild

Backstory

The Sixxes were a family that tried to make the best of what they had in the age of the Empire. Things were tough but they made do, living a modest life, trying to keep themselves out of harm’s way. That is, until one day, the empire made that impossible. There was a crack down on their home planet and in the ensuing chaos, Nyla was separated from her family. Not knowing where to go or what to do, she ran somewhere she knew she would be safe, the woods. She knew those landscapes better than anyone, having explored them with her brother practically all their lives to that point.

She waited, all the while beating herself up for her own cowardice, before deciding to return home. When she got there, things were not the same. Her family was nowhere to be found and Stormtroopers were everywhere. She was caught shortly and forced into a mining operation until she and her fellows rose up and found a way to escape. This rebellious activity and the rest that followed, brought her on a few adventures eventually leading to her coming to Yavin 4, the Alliance’s main base. She, given her skill in navigation and stealth, was given the rank of Scout and was sent on many missions for the rebellion like this, surveying areas either for hideouts or to ensure that an empire occupied area was truly deserted.

It was on one of these missions that she came into contact with a droid. She had been tasked with inspecting an abandoned town. The whole place was deserted, all Nyla could find being some leftover supplies the rebellion could use. She was about to leave when she heard some mechanical whimpering around a corner. Nyla cautiously inched toward the area, blaster in hand and ready to fire in case things went south. Instead, she found a small, clearly injured, K-9 droid, one clearly meant to be a companion to a child. It looked like whatever had cleared this town out hadn’t noticed it or didn’t care. Nyla brought the droid home with her, bringing him to someone who could fix him up. K-9 unit S519 is what the collar said. Huh, Nyla thought, that kinda looks like “Skip.” The little droid followed her around everywhere and everyone just assumed the robot was her s at that point, so she brought him with her on missions, utilizing his skills like any other dog’s. They make a great team.

Nyla and Skip were eventually sent on a different kind of mission. They were usually just sent for surveillance or mapping, anything she brought back would be very appreciated but it wasn’t the primary reason she was sent away. This time they were sent for retrieval. See, Princess Leia Organa had given the plans to the Empire’s super weapon to another little droid. The droid, in the chaotic attack on the Princess’ ship, was lost. Someone has to find it before the empire does. So, Nyla and Skip set off on a mission to Tatooine, wholly unaware of the adventure and the people that await them there.

#nyla sixx #star wars oc #original trilogy oc #luke skywalker x oc #luke skywalker x reader #star wars x oc #star wars x reader #original trilogy x oc #original trilogy x reader #sw oc #my oc stuff #oc bio sheet

[dayinthelifeofadragon]

Day 2, Part 2, Far from Home.

Continuing down stream, the pain in my leg where I was stabbed was throbbing. I'd never been stabbed before, not in my past life at least. Who knew it could be so painful. I had to rest every so often and at this rate, there was no way I'd find humans. Even if I did, they'd probably try and kill me. I couldn't exactly talk to them, but I guess I could try and act harmless.

Taking a look at my status, I had a minor bleeding de-buff under my health. Even tho I had wrapped up my wound, things weren't looking good. My health wasn't dropping yet, but I knew eventually it'd start to if I didn't do something. I remembered watching old war movies in my past life and sometimes when a soldier would get shot, they would rub dirt on the wound. I couldn't help but think that this would just give me some type of infection though.

I guess I should try and find something other then the goblins loin cloth to wrap this thing with. Look around the forest but staying close to the river, I used my appraisal skill to see whats around me. Hopefully this will also help level up my appraisal. Maybe if I could learn to communicate again and have a high appraisal skill, humans could see that I'm a cultured Dragon and not an enemy. I couldn't help but try and find the positive in the negative.

Little flowers were scattered here and there, but nothing that could be used to wrap up my leg. I couldn't exactly press down on my leg while walking either. Walking on all fours had it's upsides but not having opposable thumbs was incredibly frustrating. Picking at the flowers and grass was a challenge in itself. I decided to sit down and consider my options again. It seems that pressing dirt in the wound as a temporary fix was my best option. Either that or sit and wait for the bleeding to stop, but if I wait too long then daylight will pass me fast.

Grabbing a claw full of dirt and pressing it into the open wound, I winced a little as I really pressed it in. I kept my eye on my status while I did so, waiting for the minor bleeding to disappear. It didn't take long after I re-wrapped the cloth around it for it to go away. Once it did I continued on my way down the river. Sipping the water from the river every now and then, I couldn't help but wonder if I ever would find a town or city but as I thought this I heard distant ramblings of Goblins.

I stopped in my tracks and lowered myself to the ground. Crawling up to a tree I peaked around, but wasn't able to see anything. I dug my two front talons into the tree and attempted to climb it. I couldn't use my injured leg, but thankfully I didn't need it. Albeit it was much more difficult with only three limbs. Once at the top, I could somewhat see what was around me and immediately the sight of five Goblins appeared. One of them was the one that I allowed to escape.

I can't say I'm too surprised, but it seemed as though it was frantically explaining to the others what had happened earlier. As the Goblin was blabbing on, a slight whistle then a 'THOK' sound startled me as a Goblin on the far left had an arrow pierce it's neck and it crumpled to the ground. I almost fell out of the tree in shock. The other Goblins must have been more startled then I as one of them let out a shriek.

A human wielding a short sword popped out from the tree line and dug his blade into the back of the Goblin that had once escaped me. A human! My excitement for a human was overtook my shock of a Goblin being sniped from afar.

"Wait up!" A female voice made itself known, but I couldn't understand what she had said.

"You've gotta keep yer head in the game if you wanna hang with the big dogs!" Another man jumped out from the bushes followed by a girl who was huffing and puffing behind them. The man had a scruffy beard with brown pulled back hair. He had a bow in his right hand and an arrow drawn back while a quiver adorned his back.

The girl had medium length blonde hair and shortened bangs. She was carrying a book and adorning long white robes that had symbols sewed on them. She was also carrying a backpack which seemed quite heavy.

The Bowman let loose a few more arrows that found their targets in the legs and arms of Goblins while the Swordsman followed up, cutting down his targets with a disturbing grin. The girl just sat back and watched. She must have been either a Mage or a Healer. I looked closely at her and tried using view status. The little black box popped open with all of her stats. Her name was Elena and she was a level 5 Cleric. She had 40/40 HP and 60/60 MP. Her abilities were Protection, Lesser Heal and Remove De-buff. She was quite useful it seemed.

The other two had cleaned up the rest while I was inspecting her. They started talking again while looting their kills, to which they didn't really find anything of use. I used my view status on them as well while they were busy. The Swordsman was Desmond. He was level 10 with 100 HP and 30 MP. He seemed quite strong. The Bowman was named Rell, level 6 with 50 HP and 40 MP. I didn't get the time to view their abilities as they had already started walking away causing the menu to close.

I waited a second before scrambling down, digging in my front claws to ease the speed. Keeping my body low I stalked the adventurers through the forest. Elena stayed in the back while the two men lead the group. I couldn't understand what they were talking about but it seemed like Elena was just the pack mule for them.

The Bowman was observing the grass and markings on the trees while they moved. After a few minutes of that, they discovered a small cave and suddenly it clicked. They're looking for the Goblins den! and it seemed that they found it. A small wooden totem sat outside, almost as if a warning to those who came near. The two men hollered in excitement while Elena just looked more nervous.

"This is it, let's exterminate these pests and collect out reward. You just stay close behind us and carry any valuables." The Swordsman waved at Elena, who just sighed in response.

The two men lead the way in, not hesitating even for a moment. I peaked over a bush, watching them disappear into the darkness of the cave. I decided to camp out up in another tree until they came back out. I needed to discover where they lived and concoct a plan to befriend them. Being up here will also help keep me out of sight from predators.

I found a comfy position to lay in up in this tree while waiting for them. I couldn't hear any fighting of the sort, so the cave must of been quite deep for how small the entrance was. Time seemed to pass by slowly and the injury in my leg was bothering me more and more. I couldn't exactly tell what time it was, but if I had to guess it was a little past noon. Meaning that they'd been in that cave for almost two hours.

Maybe I should take a peak inside... If something happens to them, I'll be that much further from getting help. I guess I could always retrace their steps from where I first saw them, but who knows if that would work. I waited a few more minutes before stumbling down the tree again.

I won't go too deep and at the first sign of trouble, I'll leave. Nodding to myself, I took my first step inside. I was only a couple feet tall, so I didn't have to duck inside like they did. However, I could hardly see what was in front of me. The air was stale and smelled of dried blood. The ground of the cave was cold and unforgiving. Clutching the wall, I only took a few small steps at a time. Thankfully, I spotted a lit torch on the wall ahead of me. I guess even Goblins needed to see. I made my way towards it and grabbed it between my teeth and continued on. My bare talons slapped against the rocky floor until a small clang caused me to halt.

In what seemed like an instant, I heard a man yell out in pain and a woman's scream. I stopped in my tracks for a minute out of fear until the clashing of metal snapped me out of it. They were close and sounded like they were in danger. I sped up my movement, the cold wet floors no longer bothering me. Turning a corner I came upon a sizeable room. There laid the Bowman in front of Elena who was trying to cast something on him. There was a ton of blood pouring out of him and the Swordsman didn't seem to be fairing well either. They were surrounded by at least ten Goblins. They were all wielding an assortment of weapons, from daggers to clubs to pickaxes and shovels.

There was one however, in the background who was adorned in robs and wielded a staff like a Mage. I used my view status on him to see that he was a level 5 Shaman who could cast buffs on his allies. I looked over to see the Swordsman who only had a sliver of HP left. The Bowman had died and Elena had a few cuts on her as well, but still past half HP but almost no Mana. Every other Goblin in the room was level 1 or 2, but their numbers were too much.

I realized I was kind of standing out here with the torch in my mouth, so I placed it behind me around the corner. When I did, the Swordsman cried out, causing me to rush back around. Multiple Goblins were stabbing him in the back while Elena watched in horror. The moment he was done for, the other goblins started to slowly surround Elena.

I had to do something, I have to move now. My legs were trembling and I could feel acid in my throat. I took a deep breath in through my nose and out my mouth. Looking one more time at my own status, I saw that I still had enough MP for two more casts of Dragons Breath. Alright, let's do this. I charged in using Intimidating Shout, causing everything in the room to look at me...

| Authors Note: I need to review these before I post, but I usually don't have time due to work. I'll get on that when I can. Thanks for reading. |

#fantasy #isekai #adventure #short story #fiction #oc #Dragons #Dragon

[emperor-palpaminty]

Heart Song (2)

In which Tech grows closer to his soulmate and his training deepens his understanding if who he is.

Tech was in a good mood. He had narrowed it down to two reasons:

1. He was doing more specialized lessons and training, meaning less time getting dirty looks from the other boys.

2. He had all the words to his soulmate's lullaby figured out. She had sung him the one about whiskey several times, and would be overjoyed that he had learned it.

Tech was humming it over breakfast today, stirring the unnamable food on his tray with his spoon, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Someone's in a good mood." His blonde brother remarked. He'd said he would go in for special combat and sniping training later today, so he was less snide and sarcastic than usual.

Tech nodded, shoving the spoonful in his mouth. "Excited for training, that's all."

"You're telling me!" Wrecker cheered. "I get to throw things all day."

The most average looking out of the four of them nodded. He didn't say anything- he didn't have much to say, typically. He hadn't said much about what he was apparently specialized in- but he'd started sleeping with eye and ear coverage since he'd met with Nalaa Se.

"Apparently, I'm going to be running through programming and artificial anatomy today." Tech's leg bounced and he wondered if he should tell them about the lullaby. Not yet, at least, he decided. "Then we get to do training together later."

Wrecker laughed, smacking the table. "I hope you guys are prepared! I'm thinking I can throw one of you at a droid."

"Please don't." The blonde one mumbled, lowering his spoon.

Tech grinned, pushing up his glasses, chuckling. "Let's see what they give us. I wouldn't mind being thrown."

Wrecker cheered, leading the oldest of them, the most normal looking, to chuckle and pick up his tray. "I've got to run. I'll see you later."

"Bye." Wrecker waved, and Tech and the blonde one repeated after him. Wrecker shoved the last bits of the gelatenous pile of nutrition in front of him into his mouth, swallowing mightily and jumping up. “I’ve gotta run too.” he waved at his brothers and practically sprinted out, giggling gleefully about throwing heavy things.

Tech stirred his food, standing after a moment, walking in a haze to the appointed training room. What did his soulmate look like? He sighed, happily, thinking of her voice. Maybe her hair was long! Or curly! Did she have glasses too? 

There was an obvious pep in his step as he entered the training room, mechanical mind engineering all the faces she could possibly have. No matter how she looked, his little heart was already pledged so deeply to her that he was scared if he took it away he would simply die.

Tech sat down at the screen, fingers flying over the keys, embracing each click as a musician does his instrument. He found his leg bouncing under the pristine table to the song he had memorized.

What will make the dumb talk, what will make the lame walk, what's the elixer of life-

Tech blinked as the screen flashed, them went blank. He looked up at the Sargent standing behind him. "What happened?"

"You finished." The Sargent offered him a half smile, taking the headset Tech removed from his ears. "Good job, kid."

Tech stood, quiet, nodding softly. He paused and looked back. "Sargent, sir?' A grunt acknowledged him, and Tech inhaled. "Is there any way I can... find music?"

The Sargent hummed in thought, glancing at the boy, brow piqued in... concern? Question? Tech felt his face flush. "If it's no trouble-"

"No, no. Cadets don't usually ask. That's all." The Sargent rubbed a finger along the headset, pushing his lips together in thought. "There's a few spare radios in the hangar bay. Gonna be shipped out and thrown. If you can fix one, it's yours."

Tech perked up. "I can?"

"Yes." The Sargent smiled, shaking his head softly, but the curious glint had been replaced with amusement. "Go on, now. You're due for combat in an hour."

Tech thanked him before marching away as quickly as he could, doing all in the world he could to not skip. He paused, looking around, and then whispered, "Song bird?"

There was a pause, and then a gleeful giggle responded. "Smarty pants! Calling so early?"

Bobbing his head in a nod, Tech smiled. "Yeah. I wanted to ask you something. The Sargent said if I could fix one of the radios, I could have it. I want to listen to music. Maybe I'll know lullabies too."

"Please!" She gasped. "You would learn songs for me?'

The joy in her voice alone was enough to send the boy spiraling again, imagining the smile on every face he could imagine. "I would learn all the songs for you," Tech sighed, narrowly avoiding bumping into a rather stern-looking trainee, smiling apologetically, the rose haze of infatuation lifting briefly.

"You're so sweet!" The girl gushed, squealing. "Who knew my soul mate would be such a sweet heart?"

"I thought I was smarty pants."

"A sweet-smarty-heart-pants."

The words didn't make much sense, but Tech conceded, making his way into the darkened hanger. "I did lots of training today."

"What kind?"

"It's pretty boring," Tech admitted, sheepishly, as he tugged at a cable.

"You want to listen to my songs! I want to know what you know."

His heart was near exploding, it was beating so quickly. "You... do?" Other clones steered clear of the nerd, and his brothers could get easily frustrated with Tech talking about things they just wouldn't understand. Mechanics and physics were beyond them, though fascinating to him. "No one ever wants to know."

"Well," She reasoned, and Tech imagined her puckering her lips in thought. "If we're going to spend the rest of our lives together, I want to know more about what you like."

The rest of our lives.

His face went red again, and Tech made an involuntary noise, joy washing over him as he finally heaved up a smaller, clunky radio from the pile. "That sounds incredible." He clutched that device to his little chest, heart racing, and almost slumped over.

He stood and walked, a sense of purpose in his heart. "Can I talk to you more tonight?"

"You can talk to me any time." She sighed in response, sounding almost as smitten as Tech felt. "What are you going to do now?"

"My brothers and I are going to the arena. We're practicing combat today." He picked up his pace, dispensing the radio at the foot of his bed. "We're trying to be soldiers. Training is important."

"Do your brothers know about me?"

"No." Tech inhaled. "I'm technically not supposed to be talking to you."

She sounded horrified, appalled. "Will you get in trouble? Why?"

He shrugged, adding "I'm not sure, I just shouldn't," a little lamely. "But I really want to keep talking to you. We can have a secret together! Just one you and I know about."

She laughed, in affirmation, stating it sounded so romantic and thrilling, like some story her fathers read to her. Tech could only smile as he hurried down the hall to join his brothers for their combat training.

___

It wasn't that Tech hadn't believed Nalaa Se when she stated they were an experimental batch of specialized troopers. As far as he knew, the Kaminoans wanted the best for him and his brothers. It just shocked him as he watched the four of them, himself included, in action.

The blonde one was deadly accurate with a shot, taking only a second to scale upwards, aim, and take down a series of AI. Wrecker abandoned his gun for throwing droids at each other, practically invincible in his cadet-regulated armor, and the oldest one, the normal looking one, wove away from his brothers quickly and between the barriers, making his way quickly towards the droids.

Tech was stunned. For all the engineering, for all his brains, he lacked skill and brawn. He stationed himself behind the barrier, shooting at the droids that stalked up. He grimaced, looking around. His batch was too far, and he was alone.

He exhaled, hands shaking on the training pistol. He thought that the mechanics, the autonomy, were all he needed-

Tech paused. He lowered his gun, glancing around. "Wrecker! I need that commander droid!" He saw Wrecker give a brief grunt of agreement, and then he ran towards Wrecker, who was currently yanking down the commander droid.

Tech yanked the droid down and pried open its head, tugging around at cords and wires. "Wrecker, cover me!" He grimaced, fingers working at the cords, small brain working to try and remember what did what.

The droids shut down, and Wrecker cheered. "This is the end of your training session. Please return to the point of entry."

Tech felt his shoulders slump, abandoning the droid's cranium. His plan- it hadn't worked. He just wasted his time. The room was littered with remnants of practice deoids his brothers had easily taken down, and here he was, struggling with one. Tech stood, slowly, and followed his brothers, shuffling in behind them, shame covering his face, and he reluctantly moved his helmet from his head, eyes downcast. His glasses slid down his nose as he tried to not sniffle.

Stupid glasses. Useless clone.

___

He tinkered with the radio, quiet, waiting for his soul mate's voice. It seemed to be the only thing that would bring him comfort.

Even his oldest brother's encouragement wasn't enough. "It was a good plan, Tech! You'll get the hang of it." Tech had only mumbled in response and let the blonde dissuade Wrecker (who was dramatically reenacting the training), leading the others out to go watch a spar between some older cadets.

The door opened, and only a muffled step responded. "Tech?'

The boy grunted a soft hello to 99. He didn't bother glancing back, frustrated tears still pricking his eyes. Good soldiers don't cry.

Tech heard 99 approach, and felt the weight of his bed shift. The older clone was kind, caring- especially towards this batch. Perhaps he was some of himself in them. "What's wrong, Tech?"

"Nothing," Tech whimpered, trying to inject venom in his words. It was a pitiful attempt. His grip on the radio slipped and it collapsed on the bed. Tech sniffled, reaching up to rub his eyes, still not looking at 99. "I'm useless."

"Now, Tech, don't go saying that." 99 reached down with a knotted hand and gently patted Tech's shoulder, letting the boy sniffle as he hugged his pillow. "What makes you believe that?"

Tech inhaled, shakily, removing his glasses and rubbing his face. "W-well," he gulped in air. "I was tr-tr-training with my brothers," His voice warbled, and he swallowed to contain it.

Good soldiers don't cry.

The older clone offered a gentle smile, nodding and humming in encouragement.

Tech gave a sob. I'm not a good soldier. "I tried to do something during training. I saw Wrecker and- well, they don't have names yet, but they were all doing these amazing new combat skills." Tech's face went red and he rubbed at the tears, now breaking past their barrier. "And I just... sat there. I thought, maybe I could re-program the commander- but- I- I-"

Tech broke. He buried his face in his little hands and began sobbing. His fingers felt soft, and he drew his head away in disgust. Wrecker already had blisters from lifting weights, and the other two were forming callouses from their specialized combatative training, with knives and rifles. "My hands are wimpy, even." Tech whined, pulling his knees to his chest.

99 kept his hand firm but easy on Tech's arm. He patted the boy's back, listening to him gulp in air and try to control his breathing, and waiting patiently. "Breathe deep. You'll want to, because I have something to say."

Tech sniffled, picking his head up and inhaling through his snotty nose, then exhaling from his lips, thick from crying. His face was still warm, and his eyes felt dry, but his chest felt lighter. He glanced at 99, who was smiling softly, the comforting weight of his hand still on Tech's shoulder. When he finished, 99 scooted closer, hands moving to shakily pick up the radio. "You aren't useless. Would you call me useless?"

"Never!" Tech drew away, fingers gripping the glasses in his hands. "You're not!"

99 chuckled gingerly, adjusting the radio to sit in his lap. "My point exactly. None of us are useless, Tech." His knobbled fingers traced the old radio, thoughtfully, as if trying to draw words from the stations not playing on it. "One way or another, we live to serve each other. We all have a purpose. It can be hard to find. You seem to know yours, Tech, and you should value it. You're smart and I don't know any other clones who would think of running out into battle to try and hack a commander droid." He reached to his chest pocket, tugging out a small and thin cylindrical object. "Sometimes, though, you need tools to get you there."

Tech's sniffles had subsided. He was down to taking a few occasional shaky breaths, watching the clone work gingerly on the radio. "So, I need tools?"

"Everyone does." 99 stated simply. "You're all good kids- gonna be good troopers, too." 99 tapped the know, smiling slightly in victory when it crackled to life. "You're just gonna need to have to right tools to make your purpose happen."

Shoving his glasses on, Tech scrambled to the radio. "You fixed it!" He bounced on his knees, turning the dials with a loving unfamiliarity. "Thank you."

"Any time," 99 stood with a grunt, hobbling towards the door.

Tech rotated towards him. "99?"

"Hm?"

"Can I tell you a secret? It has to be between us, okay?"

Chuckling, 99 slid the door shut again, sitting down on the bench. Standing for a long time was hard on his body, and Tech scooted his legs under him. "Sure, Tech. I'll keep it between us."

"I met someone." He grinned, fiddling with the radio. "She's wonderful."

"She?" 99 blinked. "General Tii?"

Tech shook his head, excitement bubbling in him. "My soulmate." He grinned widely. "I have a soulmate! She's wonderful," he repeated, knees bouncing. "She likes to sing and she listens to me."

99 grinned, crow's feet by his eyes wrinkling. "Tell me about her."

"Well, she sings to me.' Tech's chest tingled, and he felt like a fog, a good fog, was closing in on him. "I don't know her name, though. She doesn't know mine." He paused, setting down the radio. "I really want to meet her some day, 99." Tech adjusted his glasses, pausing. "I'm not going to be useless to her, I hope."

"You won't be." 99 smiled, standing. "Not a lot of cadets are familiar with soulmates, here." He paused. "And I'm not good with girls myself, but if you need anything, let me know." He grinned and stood, grunting with effort. "We all deserve a soulmate. I'm glad you have one."

Tech exhaled in relief, assured that the soulmate would be kept between the two of them, and he turned on the radio, listening for songs to learn just for his soul mate.

Tech quietly curled up in bed, awaiting for her voice to fill him.

But it didn't. Not that night.

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[roguesandsaviors]

Brock Rumlow drabble

This one wasn’t requested but since I have flooded @thefasstasticvoyage​ ‘s box with requests, I figured it was only right that I return the favor and try to write a few extra things. Besides, who doesn’t love some Grillo characters? The prompt I used for this was “I just like proving you wrong.”. I hope you enjoy.

The bet had been made in a moment of weakness. Being on the STRIKE team, there was always a little ribbing and playfully poking fun at one another. It was what kept everyone bonded and some of the mood light. So much of the time was spent in tense situations that it was needed for the sake of keeping their heads above the water. Some of it might be what others considered a little morbid but it went hand and hand with their chosen living.

Prior to joining the team, you were a sniper, a top marksman among all branches of the military and it was a title that you wore with pride. Not many women were able to gain that sort of title. Then again, not many women did trick shots with their fathers in the backyard when they were six.

Brock was the one that ended up throwing out the challenge, which had really been the only surprise of the evening. He had seen you shoot, maybe understood better than the rest of the team what you were really capable of. It felt like a call out and your feathers bristled a bit at the entire situation. You weren't sure what he was trying but decided that two could play at that game. You issued a challenge right back and it had turned into a bet, the entire team suddenly taking sides and making wagers.

The firing range was set up outside city limits, where there was plenty of space and no one could happen upon it. It also gave you the chance to do some long range shooting. You had shown up early, deciding to spend the time cleaning your gun and get into the right mind set. It wasn't like heading out on a mission but this was one bet that you did not want to lose, under any circumstances.

Making sure everything was cleaned and in working order, you looked up just in time to see the few SUVs pull up.

"You're out here a little early. Nervous?" The teasing comment brought a laugh out of you.

"Not a chance. I just like proving you wrong. So I thought I'd come out and get set up early." Brock smirked but didn't say much else. It wasn't like you were planning on wiping the floor with the man. He was a hell of a marksman in his own right but you knew, you just knew you were better. There was some joking among the others and some smack talk going back and forth. Sadly, most of them had gone with Brock, believing that you couldn't make your shots since Brock had made the challenge. How sad they would be when they lost their money.

The shots were gone over, a couple long snipes and then a few more enjoyable trick shots. Some easier and progressively getting harder. That was really going to be your wheelhouse, where you could play and have some genuine fun with the bet. Not that you minded the longer shots. It took as much skill and understanding of the mechanics of the gun and shooting to hit those shots. And Brock wouldn't be messing with those, so you were free to have as much fun with it as you could.

You were first up and as you settled down onto your stomach, you let out a slow breath. Looking down your scope, you tried to make the subtle adjustments necessary for the wind. No one was with you to give you all the measurements for the precise adjustments but you had been shooting long enough to have an idea of what needed to be changed. Another slow breath, inhale, exhale, squeeze the trigger. The familiar kickback hit your shoulder and you grinned as the bullet landed right where you wanted it to. There was a murmur beside you, Brock realizing that he was going to have an issue. It brought another smirk to your face, though you were quick to cover it so that he wouldn't have more to grumble about.

His shot landed but not quite as clean as yours. A tick in the column for you.

That was pretty much how each shot went, minus them last where he was all but a millimeter more towards the center than your shot was.

It was clear who had won the bet, the team being laughing and cheering, those that had made money at least. A few weren't thrilled having lost money but all in all, it was a good outcome for you. There wouldn't be any blowback for beating your commanding officer, thankfully. He should have known better really, should never have made the bet and you would remind him of that later, when it was just the two of you.

Now though, it was time to have some fun. Setting aside your rifle, you shook out your hands and took a second to stretch out. The guys were trading money and Brock stood next to you.

"Like I said, I like proving you wrong."

"Yeah, yeah. Know I shouldn't have made the bet. Least it got them loosened up." He nodded towards the rest of the team. You nodded, knowing that it was needed after the last few missions you had gone on.

"Just wait until they see the exhibition shooting I have in my pocket."

"Gonna put a hole in a dime?"

"Dropping it from shoulder height. Gotta showcase those quick draw skills. Then got the ole playing card to split edge on." He chuckled, a sound that you were happy to hear. Now you could play around and look forward to the dinner that he was going to have to buy later.

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[another-cancer]

Chapter Eight: What's a period?

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Masterlist ao3 

Summary:

Trouble is brewing back at the order as Marinette learns some awkward information in Gotham.

Notes:

Back from hiatus!

Welcome back friends, with a revised outline I can finally confirm the story to be sixteen chapters! This story has grown a lot from the original Maribat march outline that started it all. Thanks for joining me as we continue this journey.

Updates will be back to the regularly scheduled Tuesdays.

This can also be found on AO3 @another_cancer and Wattpad @another_cAnCeR

Enjoy!

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Stealing was almost second nature to Marinette. After leaving the order, burglary became her way to survive. With her skill set, it was easy. After all, all, once you kill people to survive there isn’t much that is considered challenging within the realm of crime. It was an outlet for the violent side she developed with the order. One that didn’t cause any real harm. She stole from the rich. They weren’t missing any of it anyway, and half the time that didn’t even notice.

She typically pawned the items off to the strangest people and never to the same one. While she may be dead as Ladybug, Marinette has contacts all over the world. Under false names of course. She was extremely paranoid. The girl could rival Batman in paranoia.

On one particular heist, she had a run-in with another thief. However, she wasn’t quite concerned about her surprise partner when Catwoman was standing in front of her.

“Hello,” Catwoman said with curiosity.

Marinette just stared.

“Quiet, huh, well either way that bag looks pretty full, hope you won’t mind if I take from this place too.”

Catwomen took jewels, that was a lot more noticeable than the stuff Marinette took. It would leave a trail. A trail Marinette didn’t need to be connected to her.

“Please don’t take anything noticeable,” Marinette mumbled.

“What was that kitten?”

She repeated slightly louder, “Please don’t take anything noticeable.”

“But what would be the point of stealing unless to piss off the rich people who live here?” Catwoman asked with a grin, “Unless you’re taking for your own personal gain.”

Mental note: Catwoman didn’t like people stealing for their own gain. Marinette wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

“I have kids relying on me, I can’t let this shit trace back to me,” Marinette carefully explained.

Catwoman examined Marinette. Truly taking the girl in by slowly scanning her body. She noticed the slightly raggy clothing she wore. Marinette didn’t wear a mask which made her look like a bit of an amateur to Catwoman. However, when the woman arrived at the house earlier no alarms had been triggered suggesting the girl did a good job sneaking into the house. It was risky, the girl clearly wasn’t new to this.

“You live on the streets,” Catwoman said.

It wasn’t a question, just a simple statement.

She continued, “You’ve stolen before. And you aren’t native to Gotham.”

All statements.

“Correct,” Marinette simply offered in return.

“Fine, let's get out of here and you can explain more to me,” Catwoman said as she headed the way she entered.

Marinette followed. She wasn’t quite sure why, but it felt like the right thing to do. On the other hand, Marinette was confused by the fact the notorious thief ended up taking nothing, had the woman really been so easily convinced by her.

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B a c k i n T i b e t

“Masters,” a teenager greeted as they were welcomed into the elders' chamber.

“[REDACTED] you have been called upon by the gods, we hope you will accept the honor and visit them. They will give you a mission that you shall complete.”

Once again the unspoken words being: if you don’t do it you die.

“Thank you, I will visit them immediately.”

No one was ever called upon by the gods. At least no one is normal. In [REDACTED]’s lifetime, they could only remember one person who ever got the chance to meet them. Ladybug. And now Ladybug is dead. [REDACTED] assumed they were becoming the new golden child. Oh, how wrong could they ever be.

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B a c k to G o t h a m

They were in a warehouse, mostly abandoned. It would be a good place to kill someone. But Catwoman wasn’t going to kill her and Marinette gave up that lifestyle a long time ago. In conclusion, no one was going to be killed, but Marinette’s paranoid brain kept reminding her this would be a good place to kill someone.

“How long have you been stealing?” Catwoman asked seemingly out of nowhere.

Against her better judgment, Marinette replied, “When I was nine.”

“You’re a runaway.”

“Technically an orphan, but runaway also works.”

“You're not even from around here, god the whole system is broken if kids not from Gotham are running away to Gotham,” Catwoman muttered.

“I’m not a kid,” Marinette corrected.

“You look ten, you’re a kid, who is looking after other kids, god that makes it so much worse.”

“I’m sixteen,” Marinette lied, she wasn’t going to give the woman her actual age.

“I wasn’t born yesterday, you’ve barely hit puberty, kid have you even gotten your period yet?”

“My what?”

Shit. She did not mean to ask that out loud.

Catwoman didn’t expect that. Fuck how was she supposed to explain puberty and periods to this girl?

She decided bluntly, “It’s when you bleed from your vagina.”

“That’s natural? I thought-”

It had never been explained to Marinette in the past. She thought something was wrong with her, but then it stopped. It had only happened twice so far, and the bleeding was always fairly light.

“Kid I think it’s time you had a talk.”

Catwoman gave a basic rundown on periods and puberty, she even pulled out some pads and tampons she had stored in the warehouse. By the end, Marinette had a bag filled with period products and a new talk to give some of the street kids.

“I never caught your name,” Catwoman said.

What the hell she had already told the vigilantes mine as well tell the rogues too. It’s not like they would be able to find anything on someone who doesn’t exist.

“Marinette.”

“You’re a good thief Marinette,” she complimented.

“Thank you.”

“I’ve been considering taking in an apprentice lately, you know, try and imitate the bat a bit. And you're the girl who keeps picking fights with Scarecrow right?”

How the hell did she know that. Never mind, it didn’t matter, Marinette had to turn down the offer anyway. She worked alone and wasn’t interested in being a sidekick.

“I won’t be your sidekick, I have things of my own to worry about.”

“Aw too bad, I was really hoping you’d say yes, show that Bat he’s not the only one who can have a bunch of kids following him around, but I get it you gotta keep yourself safe and those kids you said you look after. Good luck!”

And with that, she was sent on her way. What a strange day.

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B a c k i n T i b e t a g a i n

“Tikki, are you sure about this?” Trixx asked.

“I am sure,” they replied, hushing the other god, “Lila Rossi please approach.”

The teenager kneeled.

“Lila Rossi, you have been called in front of the god due to your mastering of illusions. My chosen Ladybug has managed to gain balance in her soul. Ladybug now holds destruction that rivals creation. You will retrieve her from Gotham City and return with her alive. Do what it takes as long as she lives.”

Lila was stunned.

“But Ladybug is dead.”

“You humans are fools, she never died, I allowed her to roam without informing anyone to see if any of you incompetent fools would notice. However, she has gotten too powerful recently,” Tikki explained.

“I understand,” she stuttered.

Trixx moved to the front of the room, “From this day on you will leave behind the name Lila, and you will become Volpina.”

There was a bright light and then darkness. Volpina was outside the chamber.

“Lila,” an elder started.

“Volpina.”

There was an understanding, the elders bowed down to her, and Volpina’s mission started.

///

“I really don’t like this sugar cube.”

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion on my chosen, Plagg,” Tikki sniped back.

///

Notes:

Next week: Marinette has a couple of stalkers and a backstory that goes further back than she remembers.

#living among the regular people of the world trying to blend in #damienette #ml #maribat #enemies to lovers #ml x dc #dc x mlb

[tonystarktogo]

Could I pretty pretty please get some more on the time travel crack au? Maybe when it gets out that Steve, Bruce, andThor are technically from the future?

As much as I’d love to jump to that part, I think it’s funnier necessary to cover a few other tidbits first. For example:

Tony misses whatever discussion follows Thor’s -- hah, got it right in one, he hasn’t lost his touch completely yet -- arrival before the god carries his brother off towards a containment cell with the sort of cheer that causes Tony to carefully keep at least two people between himself and Thor, lest the asshole tries to hug him again.

Not that it can be that big a loss considering they all -- sans Loki -- end up back in the command center of the helicarrier, where Fury glares balefully at the most recent invader of his precious aircraft that clearly isn’t meant to stand in the way of gods.

A glare Thor aggressively doesn’t notice. Likely because he’s too busy partaking in the on-going discussion on what to do next.

And by ‘what to do next’ Tony doesn’t mean the expected we-were-invaded-by-a-mindcontrolled-alien-nutbag-and-there’s-probably-more-out-there-seems-like-the-kind-of-oh-shit-situation-we-should-plan-for. No. That would be reasonable and expected and Tony’s spent all of three hours in the company of the esteemed Captain America and already he can tell you that Rogers is none of that.

[Which, not cool, Capsicle. Dazzling and befuddling people with crazily brilliant ideas is his job.]

[continues under the cut]

So far, Tony’s been paying attention for ten minutes. In that time, Rogers and Thor have gotten into an argument over how to handle Loki -- which holy shit, that went from a calm, rational discussion to a battle to the death between two superhumans on a sugar high in zero point four seconds -- that Tony is so not gonna touch. [Nope. Let some other fool [i.e. Rogers] throw himself head-first into norse god family drama, Tony’s own feelings concerning his family are complicated enough.] That conversation devolved into a not-openly-fighting-while-totally-fighting stand-off between Rogers and Banner over a way too bitter comment from the latter [something about ‘you’d know all about choosing one brother over the other, wouldn’t you’ which what?], which in turn gets derailed by Banner needling Thor about the merits of beheading over stabbing.

Romanoff had the good sense to disappear -- probably to interrogate Loki while his apparently protective big brother is distracted, now that Tony thinks about it. 

Unfortunately that still leaves Tony stuck here, having to play the role of the mature adult because no one else fucking will. Tony hates being responsible. It’s like being back in high school and being left to do all the work on your own in group project.

[Tony failed that project. Got a straight up zero on purpose because spite is a wonderful motivator. Which, now that Tony thinks about it, doesn’t say anything promising about the current situation.]

Tony leans even further back in his seat, only balancing on the backlegs of the chair, to give Fury a very sharp, very judgemental look.

These are the people you’re betting Earth’s survival on, that look says.

Fury’s already pissed off expression darkens further, which brightens Tony mood substantially. That one of the suit’s sensors flashes green twice in quick succession less than a minute later really just makes for a delicious cherry on the top. Or more precisely a good excuse to ditch this trainwreck of a match-making attempt.

“Whoops,” Tony says, clearly audible but not too loud to draw real attention from the three [still arguing-while-pretending-not-to] stooges on the other end of the room. “Looks like I gotta take this call.”

He jiggles his fingers at Fury. The guy rolls his eyes -- probably jealous that he doesn’t have an excuse himself, that bitch face doesn’t fool Tony -- but no one tries to stop him.

“Alright, J, what do you have for me?”

*

Tony pretends not to notice the shuffling footsteps. Glances at the disturbingly normal clock on the wall that is so not up-to-date with the rest of the technology in the room, it must be an inside joke. Tony would love to meet the SHIELD agent behind it -- it can’t be easy, being the only person with a sense of humor in an entire agency.

30 minutes.

Well. That’s longer than Tony thought he’d get. JARVIS still hasn’t cracked the last layer on SHIELD’s really fucked up dirt -- and given what he’s already found, that says a lot -- but it’s only a matter of time now. Besides, Tony’s got a job to do.

“To- Stark.”

“Rogers.”

Tony doesn’t turn. Neither does he stop typing.

“What are you doing?”

Tony scoffs. He’s not in the mood to pander to inferior minds -- not when they’re so fucking frustrating, don’t make any sense and worst of all make him do all the work. 

“He’s tracking the Tesseract, using the scepter as a point of reference,” Banner says after taking one look at the screen over Tony’s shoulder.

Tony raises his eyebrows, impressed despite himself. Banner’s credentials clearly don’t do him justice -- and they were pretty damn good to begin with.

“Huh,” says Rogers.

Thanks for playing. Now buckle down and make yourself useful or fuck off, Tony wants to snipe but doesn’t get the chance to because the gods -- this god at least -- just aren’t on his side.

“Even without my brother’s help, a weapon of the tesseract’s might should not be underestimated,” Thor speaks up. “Should we not make haste and collect it?”

"Great idea.” Tony’s voice is dryer than the sand dune he crash-landed in back during his fun little trip to Afghanistan. “If only I’d thought of that instead of inventing fifteen new algorithms to try and get a read on SHIELD’s precious magic eight ball while you were busy defending your brother’s honor. Speaking of, I’m pretty sure Romanoff is a greater danger to his virtue than Captain Shockfreeze over there, so why are you still here?”

Okay, maybe poking the hornet nest that is godly family isn’t his smartest move [didn’t he just say he wasn’t gonna touch that?!] but damn if Tony isn’t curious. And also too annoyed to care about unimportant, subjective things like good manners and tact.

He sort of regrets his cavalier attitute a little when Thor sobers. At least there are no tears in sight. Tony is the last person on Earth who should be left unsupervised around crying people. It just never ends well.

“Ah.” Thor sighs heavily, stems his body against an unfortunate table that creaks dangerously. "I’m afraid I can’t afford to see my brother right now.”

It’s the way he says those words, the weight they carry more than anything that tells Tony he needs to drop this issue right now. Talk about one huge trigger button.

Must be inconvenient to have siblings. Tony totally can’t relate.

“Well, in that case, unless you have a magic trick with which you can pull the Tesseract’s position out of your sleeve, how about you sit as far away from these delicate instruments as possible and don’t touch anything while I work my magic, hm?”

Tony doesn’t let his gaze linger on the crushed edge of the table. Thor hasn’t even seemed to notice. He’s too busy lighting up at Tony’s snappish response. Which is surprising. Tony’s aware he’s a bit of an asshole right now. In his defence, he’s an asshole most of the time.

Rogers leaps across the room -- almost crashing into the previously mentioned delicate sensors as he does so -- to slap his palm over Thor’s mouth.

Tony stares. [How quickly can you develop a new habit again? Because this starts to feel like a new habit.]

“That sounds like a great plan!” Rogers beams at him, so wide and fake it must be physically painful for the epitome of all that is good and holy. At least Tony hopes it is. The supersoldier his father worshipped is still clinging to their resident god of thunder’s face.

It’s.

Tony resolutely turns his back on both of them because their madness doesn’t seem to come with a refund-ticket and if Tony doesn’t finish this program, no one will.

Not even Banner -- whom Tony had been kind of hoping for. Speaking of, the man’s been awfully quiet for a while now.

“You alright there, Brucie-Bear?” Tony turns around -- a little because it’s polite to face people when you talk with them and mostly to have an excuse not to watch the ongoing doomed wrestle-match between Blonde 1 and Blonde 2. His awesome nicknaming skill doesn’t get so much as a twitch.

To be fair, Banner is so busy staring straight ahead with the most epic rendition of the World’s Most Thoughtful Expression™ Tony has seen in a while that it doesn’t seem like the man heard him. At all.

Until he suddenly speaks up.

“I think we’ve forgotten something.” Behind Tony the impromptu wrestling comes to a sudden halt.

Probably something negligible like how to focus on a mission, the sarcastic voice in the back of Tony’s mind drawls. Though it should be noted that Tony’s consciousness only comes in sarcastic or not at all. Sorry, everyone, all the other flavors are out.

Banner’s frown deepens. “Something- Something important.”

Right on cue an explosion rocks the aircraft.

*

There’s a bit more tension in this part than the previous ones. On Tony’s side it’s because he’s smart enough to pick up on Something Is Seriously Wrong, both consciously and subconsciously and also because he feels the pressure what with everyone else apparently not taking this whole thing very seriously.

[Excluding Natasha who, believe me, takes Clint’s fate very serious indeed.]

On our time travellers’ side, they experience the frustration of being unable to talk openly, surrounded by people they don’t trust, trying to play along to the script of a movie they watched like 12 years ago and never revisited. Needless to say they’re failing horrenduously.

#ReRe answers #archangel-of-peace #if you know the future why are you such an idiot 'verse #Tony Stark #Steve Rogers #Bruce Banner #Thor Odinson #Loki #Thor's and Loki's complicated relationship #Tony is done with this shit #Steve continuous to fail at being subtle #Thor continuous to out-do him #fic #shit this got long #me: i'm gonna write a three line text post on a hilarious time travel au #also me: *what feels like 2k later but is hopefully an exaggeration* fuck #ReRe writes #time travel shenanigans #lovely people

[tigerkirby215]

5e Ezreal, the Prodigal Explorer build (League of Legends)

(Artwork by Suke “hugehugesword” Su. Made for Riot Games.)

In my constant and continued effort to deny Ezreal’s existence I finally had to get around to building him. Again it’s not that I don’t like him... I mean I don’t. But I kinda forgot what I was going to build him as. Lol.

Dorans & Dragons also made a build for Ezreal back in like... early 2020. Christ that’s before the world went to shit, ain’t it? Well regardless they also made their build before Tasha’s Cauldron came out and I think I can make a build that is different enough to warrant my build existing alongside theirs.

In short: this is an elaborate excuse for me to make another Artificer build.

GOALS

Gawk at this! - We need many a glowing projectile to spam at foes before blowing them up. Ezreal isn’t the type to just autoattack.

I always know a shortcut - Flash on a 15 second cooldown is nice. We’ll need to be able to blink around constantly throughout the entire fight.

Time to show 'em who's best - Nothing’s more dangerous than a well-placed Trueshot Barrage sniping through the entire enemy team.

RACE

Back to good ol’ Variant Human. As a Variant Human you can increase two of your ability scores by 1: increase your Intelligence and your Charisma, to be the hot smart twink you are. You also learn a Language of your choice along with a Skill of choice. You spent plenty of time studying The Void so Abyssal would make sense as a language, and for your skill Perception would help you spot traps or incoming ganks... as long as you remember to ward.

For your feat we’re going to be grabbing Arcane Shift as fast as possible with Fey Touched so you can start Flashing. (Not like that!) You can increase your Intelligence score by 1 and also learn the Misty Step spell. You can also add a Divination or Enchantment spell to your list and a little Heroism never hurt anyone. You can cast both of these spells once without spending a spell slot, and can then spend spell slots on them after the fact.

ABILITY SCORES

15; INTELLIGENCE - Archeology is a lot of history and facts... If you do it the boring way, that is!

14; DEXTERITY - Repeat it after me: “something something Medium armor.”

13; CHARISMA - You’re a pretty boy twink who got at least two girls on the Rift to fall for you.

12; WISDOM - Traveling through ancient temples and traps takes a degree of common sense. Not necessarily common sense you have, but a bit of boost never hurt.

10; CONSTITUTION - You’re an ADC, which means you’re squishy.

8; STRENGTH - Twink.

Feel free to swap Constitution around with another stat for better health but worse roleplay.

BACKGROUND

“Archaeologist” is just the nice way of saying Tomb Raider, which is the mean way of saying Adventurer! You get proficiency with History and Survival (hey you’ve gotta tough it out in the desert sometimes!) You also get proficiency in a language of your choice (I went for Dwarvish because Dwarves seem to have built most ruins) and proficiency in either Navigator’s Tools or Cartographer’s Tools... “Who needs a map?”

You spent enough time in ruins to pick up some Historical Knowledge on ancient dungeons and temples to know who made them. And if you find anything that belongs in a museum you know how much it’s worth to the museum!

(Artwork by Sangsoo Jeong. Made for Riot Games.)

THE BUILD

LEVEL 1 - ARTIFICER 1

Starting off as Artificer to “borrow” a few inventions. But also because you get training in Arcana to know your magical artifacts, Investigation to find said magical artifacts, and Calligrapher’s Tools to slay Ascended and Darkin alike in one blow. You also get Magical Tinkering to wave that gauntlet of yours around on some Tiny objects, making them glow or play sounds or do all sorts of things that Prestidigitation would probably do better. But at least you can play your own theme music too!

But of course the main appeal of being an Artificer is the Spellcasting. You can learn two cantrips from the Artificer list like Message to coordinate with your support and Guidance to help yourself find treasure! (Or help others I guess.) You can prepare a number of spells equal to your Intelligence modifier plus your Artificer level (rounded down.) Cure Wounds will let you summoner spell Heal yourself or your Support. Faerie Fire will serve as a more basic version of your Essence Flux, making an enemy easier to hit (therefor making them take more damage!) And Feather Fall is always useful in a pinch!

Also yes you don’t have your gauntlet yet so you’re going to have to use a Light Crossbow for now. Feel free to take a combat cantrip if you want but you don’t really need it.

LEVEL 2 - ARTIFICER 2

Second level Artificers can make Infusions, special definitely-not-stolen magical treasures that make them more awesome than everyone else. For a little more AD an Enhanced Weapon is useful to have. You can also put those goggles on your head to use by making Goggles of Night to see with your dumb human eyes. A Mind Sharpener may feel like a cheat, but I’m not going to say no to keeping Concentration in check. And for your final infusion? A Rope of Climbing might be useful? Honestly the more impressive stuff comes after you’ve done a bit more exploring.

You can also prepare another spell like Alarm, just in case someone’s planning to steal your... legitimately earned treasure.

LEVEL 3 - ARTIFICER 3

Third level Artificers get to choose their specialty and Armorers don’t have to wear an entire suit of armor; just a gauntlet! Along with proficiency in Smith’s Tools you can turn any suit of armor you find into Arcane Armor. The armor has a variety of benefits: no Strength requirement, the inability to have your armor removed against your will, the ability to take it off or put it on as an action, and some replacement limbs. But notably it works as an Artificer spell focus!

There’s two different Armor Models and we’ll be going for the Infiltrator variant for a Lightning Launcher. This makes your Gauntlet a weapon that deals a d6 of lightning damage, with a regular range of 90 and a long range of 300 in case you want to go for long ranged snipes. Additionally once per turn you can pop Essence Flux to do an extra d6 of damage on hit! And I didn’t even mention the best part: this works off your Intelligence! So no more need for the crossbow.

You also get your boots for Powered Steps, increasing your movement speed by 5 feet. And thanks to your Dampening Field you can hide in bushes with free Stealth advantage! I’d recommend trying to get a Breastplate because that’s the best armor you can get that doesn’t also impose stealth disadvantage, but even with Half Plate you can still be sneaky! Heck, you can even wear Platemail if you want! "And my boots are not waterproof. Fantastic."

Oh and you get some Armorer Spells! Magic Missile will autoaim for you like your Arcane Shift projectile, and Thunderwave is helpful for some self-peel.

LEVEL 4 - ARTIFICER 4

4th level Artificers get an Ability Score Improvement: seeing as we have uneven Intelligence take the Observant feat for +1 Intelligence and a boost to your passive Perception and Investigation to watch the minimap for people to snipe! Additionally you can spy on the bad guys if you want and read their lips to gain knowledge of all their secret plans!

More Intelligence does also usually mean more spells prepared but I’m going to wait for...

(Artwork by Xu “Crow God” Cheng. Made for Riot Games.)

LEVEL 5 - ARTIFICER 5

5th level Armorers up their Attack Speed with Rising Spell Force, gaining an Extra Attack with the attack action!

You also get Mirror Image and Shatter added to your list of Armorer Spells, and can prepare spells like Rope Trick for a safe place to rest for awhile, and Heat Metal to really lay in that Essence Flux.

LEVEL 6 - ARTIFICER 6

6th level Artificers get more Infusions which is what I was waiting for! A Radiant Weapon is all the fun of an Enhanced Weapon but it also doubles as a flashlight for your dumb human eyes! And Boots of the Winding Path will let you Arcane Shift back to safety in case you accidentally run into danger.

Feel free to swap some of your old infusions around too. A Lantern of Revealing or Cloak of Elvenkind would be helpful... and Gloves of Thievery never hurt anyone.

And finally you can prepare Aid, as your natural awesomeness rubs off on your allies. "Oh, please, don't die. I can't lose a sidekick. Not again."

LEVEL 7 - WIZARD 1

You didn’t think this would just be a pure Artificer build, did you? Even if that would’ve been stronger I’m legally obligated to needlessly stick multiclass levels into all my builds. And Wizard is definitely a good multiclass for more slots to do Spellcasting! You learn 3 cantrips and six leveled spells as a first level Wizard:

CANTRIPS

To help your allies land their shots take Mind Sliver to weaken an enemy’s saving throws.

Prestidigitation will let you do a bunch of simple magic, and if you want you can have your own hero music too!

Finally Friends is good to make friends you don’t mind losing after they tell you where the ancient ruins are.

SPELLS

I basically just took everything with the Ritual tag. Alarm (yes you have it as an Artificer spell but you can swap that out), Comprehend Languages, Detect Magic, Identify, Tenser’s Floating Disk... and sure why not Find Familiar too? Seeing as you can ritual cast at will most of your early level stuff is going to be reserved for Ritual Casting, as you’re probably going to be spending most of your first level slots on Magic Missile and Faerie Fire anyways.

You also get Arcane Recovery, letting you recover spell slots equal to half your Wizard level (rounded up.) So right now you can get a first level spell slot back at the end of a Short Rest! And later on you can get more!

LEVEL 8 - WIZARD 2

Second level Wizards get to choose the school that their parents left them in before disappearing in the jungle, and the School of Evocation has a surprise tool that will help us later. Along with being an Evocation Savant (allowing you to copy Evocation spells into your spell book with half the time and cost) you can Sculpt Spells so that they only hit the bad guys: when you cast an Evocation spell (from any class, not just Wizard!) you can choose a number creatures equal to the spell’s level + 1. The chosen creatures automatically succeed on their saving throws against the spell, and they take no damage if they would normally take half damage on a successful save. This will be really useful when we get our (pseudo-)Global ultimate; wouldn’t want to fry your pals now would you?

We may as well grab some of those Evocation spells, right? Earth Tremor will let you hit an AoE Mystic Shot because Riot decided that Tiamat should have a cleave I guess, and I mean... Shield is never a bad thing to have?

(Artwork made for Riot Games.)

LEVEL 9 - ARTIFICER 7

Back to the big brain plays: 7th level Artificers can make the biggest brain plays thanks to Flash of Genius, letting you boost an ally’s skill check or saving throw with your own natural perfection. The boost is equal to your Intelligence modifier and you can use this reaction a number of times equal to double your Intelligence modifier.

LEVEL 10 - ARTIFICER 8

8th level Artificers get another Ability Score Improvement? Well seeing as Intelligence still controls just about everything we do it would do good to increase that by 2! That does mean you can prepare more spells (both as a Wizard and as an Artificer) but I’m going to wait for...

LEVEL 11 - ARTIFICER 9

Every ADC dreams of being six-slotted; now you can be with Armor Modifications! Your Armorer armor counts as 4 separate items for the sake of your Infusions: the chest piece, boots, helmet, and the armor’s special weapon can all be infused. Far more importantly however you can have two extra infusions! Those infusions have to be on your armor, but you can put the Radiant Weapon (weapon) and Goggles of Night (helmet) onto your armor and save your other infusions for your allies! Or for yourself; yourself works too.

And we can’t forget the third level spells! You get Hypnotic Pattern from your Armorer Spells for an AoE stun, but far more importantly you get Lightning Bolt which will serve as Trueshot Barrage! And since you’re an Evocation Wizard you can shoot past your friends without blowing them to bits. "Oh, a plan. Yeah, I totally have one of those."

You can also prepare spells like Haste for more DPS (just don’t get stunned), Blink for some Duskblade invisibility, and replace Alarm with Revifify... Ya know: just in case.

LEVEL 12 - ARTIFICER 10

As an ADC it would be good to get six-slotted, and Magic Item Adept lets you get your 4th Legendary item! That’s because you can now attune to 4 magic items at once! (And can also craft Common and Uncommon magic items more easily.)

Speaking of Infusions, we can make more of them, such as a Cloak of Protection or Winged Boots! These are just generally useful but not really Ezreal specific; they’re mostly for your allies. "The gauntlet's for show... the talent's all me."

You can also prepare another spell like Fly which is just universally useful, and holy shit you get another cantrip. Take Mage Hand and maybe try to be a little more cautious when tomb raiding?

(Artwork by Bo “chenbowow” Chen. Made for Riot Games.)

LEVEL 13 - ARTIFICER 11

Do you want a lot more Mystic Shots? 11th level Artificers can make a Spell Storing Item and put an Artificer spell of first or second level inside. What’s cool about this is that anyone can use it, allowing them to cast the spell as if they were you!

My recommendation? Give them Mirror Image. It’s an amazing buff that doesn’t require Concentration. Even a low DEX Paladin will appreciate the chance to not be hit, and a high DEX ally can really get value out of Mirror Image. Yeah the Barbarian technically can’t cast while raging, but they can use this before going into a Rage to be very hard to hit!

And speaking of spells you can prepare another one, so how about you grab Create Food and Water to keep yourself sated on longer archeological trips. "Why didn't I eat before I got here...? Ezreal, why?!”

LEVEL 14 - ARITIFCER 12

12th level Artificers get another Ability Score Improvement... we got all we need in terms of stats (Intelligence lol) so now it’s time to really make some impressive trick shots: the Sharpshooter feat will let you attack at long range without disadvantage and ignore cover bonuses, but most importantly you can take a -5 to your attack roll for a whopping +10 to damage! Don’t use this on high AC targets obviously but if you think you’ll hit why not go for the one-shot? "No applause, please. ...Okay, maybe just a bit of thunderous acclaim. ...A little?"

LEVEL 15 - WIZARD 3

I do still want more spell slots, as well as more spells known! Truthfully there isn’t too much I want from second level, so take Locate Object to find hidden treasure and Augry (added to the Wizard spell list thanks to Tasha’s!) to know what to expect in the next dungeon... sorta. "No plan survives first contact with me."

LEVEL 16 - WIZARD 4

4th level Wizards get an Ability Score Improvement: we got all the abilities we wanted really, so why not Get Lucky? The Lucky Feat will give you a bit of anime protagonist power to guarantee that you make the perfect daring escape. Feel free to take Warcaster or just increase your Constitution however; by this point Ability Scores don’t matter too much.

You can also learn two more spells like Melf’s Acid Arrow for another Essence Flux-esque DoT ability and See Invisibility, in case you need a Sweeper Lense to deal with any clowns.

LEVEL 17 - WIZARD 5

Ima be honest I kinda just wanted third level for Thunder Step to get an Arcane Shift that does damage. Artificer 18 / Wizard 2 (or even just Artificer 20) would’ve been a fine build for Ezeal too, if you don’t think this one spell is worth a 5 level class dip.

Anyways you also learn another cantrip and I mean... you may as well take Shocking Grasp for some defense up close? You also get one other spell and I’m gonna suggest Galder’s Tower this time which is like Tiny Hut... but awesome. And really small. This is mostly just a way for me to talk about a fun spell and also recommend my homebrew fix for it.

(Artwork by Alvin Lee. Made for Riot Games.)

LEVEL 18 - ARTIFICER 13

You got third level spells as a Wizard, you can now prepare 4th level spells as an Artificer! Fire Shield and Greater Invisibility are both available as Armorer Spells, one of which is far more useful for you than the other one. Bro imagine how crazy Evelynn would be with Evelynn’s passive. But yeah feel free to swap around your prepared spells a bit for more 4th level spells, since you definitely have the slots to do so.

LEVEL 19 - ARTIFICER 14

14th level Artificers are Magic Item Savants who can attune to 5 magic items at once, meaning that along with your boots which are technically magical but whatever you can finally be properly six-slotted! But far more importantly you can attune to any item, regardless of any class or race restrictions tied to the item!  "I can't get hauled into wizard court again. Technically I don't have a permit for the gauntlet."

Speaking of more attunement: more Infusions. An Amulet of Health will let you boost your bad Constitution from a 10 to a 19, giving you a solid 76 health boost near max level! Other than that more movement speed is never a bad thing, and Boots of Speed may give you more value than your other magic boots.

But holy shit forget all that because you finally get your 4th Artificer cantrip! Grab Mending because somehow we don’t have that yet; gotta keep your outfit in check! Oh and you can get around to preparing another 4th level spell! Truth be told though the 4th level spells for Artificer are kinda... bad? But at least Tasha’s gave us Summon Construct which is a surprisingly strong summon!

"Last time I was in Shurima, I decoded some glyphs. Something about a jackal head... End of times... The usual. All I wanted was this ruby scarab. It looks great on my mantle."

LEVEL 20 - ARTIFICER 15

Our final level is the 15th level of Artificer for the Perfected Armor Armorer capstone. When you shoot an enemy you mark them with Essence Flux, giving them disadvantage to hit you. In addition the next attack (including your own I’m pretty sure!) has Advantage against the enemy while they’re marked with  Essence Flux, and if they’re hit they’ll take an extra d6 of Lightning damage!

FINAL BUILD

PROS

Blast 'em, gauntlet! - With your capstone ability you do 4d6 + 10 damage with your Lightning Launcher, and that’s before using Sharpshooter. Even without your capstone 3d6 + 10 is still really good damage output, especially when you can cast spells for big bursts of damage.

See if you can handle this! - Speaking of spells your slots go all the way up to 7th level, and while you’ll mostly just be upcasting a 12d6 Lightning Bolt is nothing to sneeze at! Not to mention other options like a 7d8 Fire damage Heat Metal or +30 HP Aid.

If anyone asks, I didn't see any of these priceless artifacts for sale - It goes without saying that having two more attunement slots than the average character is massive, especially when you can stick infusions onto your armor to maximize the amount of treasures on your person.

CONS

I wasn't strong enough? - Investing fully in INT gives us maxed out combat stats but it leaves a lot of our other abilities lacking. We’re nowhere near Charismatic enough to sell (somewhat) illegitimately gotten gains, and while Infusions can help augment our health (and even our Strength if you grab a Belt of Giant’s Strength) your Wisdom and even your Dexterity are rather mediocre, which is bad for both skill checks and saving throws.

Impossible comebacks are sorta my specialty - Most of your coolest stuff is tied to spell slots and other Long Rest dependent mechanics, and while you have a lot of spell slots (as well as Arcane Recovery to get some of them back) they are still quite limited. You’re perfectly viable as just an auto-attack and Q spammer, but who doesn’t want to shoot lasers and explosions, ya know?

Never met a problem that I couldn't blast away with magic... that I don't even understand - 5 levels in Wizard give us big spell slots but that’s about it, and yeah a 7d6 Lightning Bolt (that won’t hit your allies) is nothing to sneeze at but for the most part you are more of a Martial character. Just saying that level 18 of Artificer would’ve given you Magic Item Master for a whole 6 attunement slots! And level 20 of Artificer would’ve given you Soul of Artifice, essentially operating as a +6 to all saving throws and a 6 time use Guardian Angel.

But if a teamfight breaks out you’re more than a capable ADC. Artificers are the masters of magic items and it doesn’t matter if you make them yourself or “borrow” them from an ancient tomb; you can be the hero mom and dad always wanted you to be! Just concentrate on your farm in the early game and don’t take unnecessary risks. You may be the perfect man of magic but you’re not immortal, despite what the ADCs I’m forced to support always seem to think.

(Artwork by Jennifer Wuesting. Made for Riot Games.)

#dnd #dnd build #dnd guide #League of Legends #League of Legends Ezreal #you belong in a museum #dnd artificer #dnd wizard #twink

[welldressedllama]

Fave characters from the last 5 things I’ve watched/read/seen/etc:

I was tagged by @a-lil-bi-furious forever ago, and I’m finally doing it. Yay. Go me. Long rambly post ahead.

1 - Isabelle Lightwood (Freeform’s Shadowhunters)

Izzy, Izzy, Izzy. There are so many good things to say about her. I love that she's so versatile; she's one of their best warriors, she's the Weapon's Master, she's a skilled forensic pathologist. She's incredibly intelligent and strong and also unabashedly feminine. She's faced demons and warlocks and rogue shadowhunters, and she beat them all in five-inch heels.

I love that she's so in control of and unashamed in her sexuality, despite her mother's and other's comments and snipes about it. She's gorgeous and enjoys sex and she owns it, and I'm so proud of her. I wish she got better love interests (like Clary), because I realize I didn't particularly like Raphael or Simon.

One of my favorite things of the whole show is her love for her family, most showcased with Alec. Her unwavering support in him, and trying to help him be his best, authentic self, is so pure, and her supporting him and Magnus is so refreshing compared he rest of their family just...not.

2 - Bonnie Bennett (The CW’s The Vampire Diaries)

Bonnie was my favorite from the moment I started (and probably one of my favorite characters of all time), and it broke my heart how the show treated her. She was a bold, brave, and powerful black Bennett witch who was controlled by racist writers and manipulated by selfish vampires.

But even with those obstacles, she did some incredible feats. She went up against (and beat) Originals multiple times, the first after she'd only been a practicing witch for a few months. She singlehandedly held back hellfire for a time and saved Mystic Falls (and all its residents' undeserving asses) numerous times and never got the appreciation she deserved.

She deserved her happy ending with Enzo and I will never forgive Plec (or Stefan) from taking that away from her. Even with everything she went through, she was kind, she was compassionate, she was understanding, and she was more forgiving than she probably should have been. Her interactions with Nora in season 7 warmed my heart.

3 - Maria DeLuca (The CW’s Roswell, New Mexico)

As Liz said, “Maria DeLuca is her own savior, every damn time.” And it's really unfortunate that the show (and the fandom) really make her keep proving it. This woman has so much on her shoulders, a sick mum and running a business. She's constantly alone, left out, and used as a prop for other's stories, and I hate it. Making her the obstacle for the fandom's favorite-gay-ship™️ was a bad move on the writers' part, and the treatment Heather Hemmens has received in playing her is horrendous.

With all that, Maria is still lively and outgoing and fun. Her wit is phenomenal, and any scene with her and Isobel snarking at each other is a hoot. Her little interactions with everybody are my favorite honestly. She's fiery and strong and bold, but I also so appreciate when we get to see her vulnerable. (Also, she looks like a goddess in that first gif.)

Full disclosure, I had a hard time deciding between Maria and Jenna Cameron as my favorite, and they literally have had like two scenes together at the end of S2 but I ship them hard. So if the show could just get on that, that'd be appreciated.

4 - Olivia Baker (The CW’s All American)

Words cannot describe how much I love Olivia. Just gotta get this out of the way, Samantha Logan is exceptionally gorgeous, and even my gay ass can't decide if I should pay more attention to Olivia or her brother when they're both on screen. But that's not important.

Something about Liv and her story just really resonated with me, and episode 1x12 had me bawling. Watching this good, kind, bright girl feel so alone and isolated was heart wrenching. She deserves the world, and I'm glad she's finding a good support system.

My favorite thing about Liv is how much she cares. If she sees something wrong or unjust, she does not hesitate to call it out, and if something is happening to her family or friends, she does everything she can to help. And that's a good thing, but I worry she focuses to much on others, at the expense of herself. I'd love if, in the coming season(s), she learns how to and is allowed to work on and take care of herself.

5 - Anissa Pierce (The CW’s Black Lightning)

My kick-ass superhero baby. She's a black, lesbian medical student and part-time teacher. Her love for her family is undeniable, as is her hatred if injustice. This drives her to become a vigilante superhero after only days/weeks of discovering her powers, and she fought her dad to a standstill (neither of them knew who the other was, but he was far more experienced than she was).

She's shown to be perhaps the physically strongest in the show (which I fucking love), and her fighting prowess is near unmatched. So like, that's obviously all cool, but it's only part of why I love her so. She's a force to reckoned with no matter what identity she's in (Anissa, Thunder, or Blackbird). She's passionate and loving.

Speaking of loving, her and Grace own my heart. An interracial wlw badass superpowered couple is basically everything I could want. They (and this whole damn show) are SO GOOD.

I'm tagging @rosaortecho and @wonderdoves, but like, no pressure. Or anyone who wants to, just say you were tagged by me so I can see y’alls opinions.

First Bonnie gif is from @bob-belcher, second from @imaginingxmen. For some reason I cannot get the formatting done with hers, just the others, so.

#i watch too many cw shows #shadowhunters #the vampire diaries #roswell new mexico #all american #black lightning #isabelle lightwood #emeraude toubia #bonnie bennett #kat graham #maria deluca #heather hemmens #olivia baker #samantha logan #anissa pierce #nafessa williams #tag games #llama's tagged #pretty women

[cartoon-savant]

Ducktales "Let's Get Dangerous" Watch Ramblings

Okay, so. That was amazing.

WHO DID THIS!? WHAT MAD GENIUS SNIPED IN BONKERS!? I CAME TO THIS PARTY FOR SPECIFICALLY INFORMED FUN AND THEN THE HOST JUST THROWS GOLD AT MY FACE!!

- The episode feels like a proper dedication to everything Darkwing Duck. The atmosphere of St.Canard still feels like Gotham City so much. If Launchpad is doing double time moving between Duckberg daytime and St.Canard nighttime it’ll hold that vibe the city and DW have. But I can’t help but believe this is the start of his transition to St.Canard. The responsibilities may just be too big to juggle together. Also, this found family of Drake, Launchpad, and Gosalyn is just too good together. Like Launchpad creates a different vibe for himself when he’s with him. He just taps into a whole different side to care for and support them.

-  So yeah, I’m glad Darkwing is still somewhat underappreciated in St.Canard since it didn’t seem like anyone knows about his efforts in the lab. Gizmoduck didn’t even make it halfway across the bridge into the city and gets all the credit. So now we get to see DW work towards that recognition he deserves.

- It was the best blending of nostalgia and new age. They drop a massive Easter egg in one of my favorite scenes, from one of my favorite episodes “A Whale of A Bad Time”, of my favorite story arc where Scrooge and Glomgold race to deliver their fortunes for weighing in a bet to win a lucrative contract. Also love the Fluppy Dogs shot-out. Wasn’t my jam but I gotta respect that attention given.

- F.O.W.L. involvement made the Missing Mysteries tie-in more logical. Huey is getting more involved here since this season is supposed to be this triplet’s turn in the spotlight. I bet this encounter spurs him into action now that F.O.W.L. is exposed to have interest in the mysteries. Speaking of exposed, poor Bradford. Like he would be more successful in his organized bureaucratic villainy if everyone who works for him didn’t revel in the theatrics.

- With Taurus Bulba falling out with F.O.W.L. it leaves me to believe he’ll stay in St. Canard to be a recurring villain for him. If he keeps the “Bulba’s Super Villain Solutions” thing I expect something like the Spectacular Spiderman animated series. Like Norman Osborn he’ll turn out villains for profit while acting behind the scenes and exploiting the chaos. Bonus points if his cybernetic enhancements keep coming in via collateral damage like with Major Bludd in G.I. Joe: Renegades. Since only Megavolt, Quackerjack, Liquidator, and Bushroot seem to be the only returning OG villains (aside from a couple of cool cameos from some C-Listers, haha) now the writers have a nice say in picking and choosing who gets rolled into the reboot reality. Negaduck is basically confirmed as a reboot villain now since they called themselves the Fearsome Four and Justice Ducks got a name drop but not who’s in it. Gizmoduck was a member but is here as a reboot character and they can just grab Neptunia, Stegmutt and Morgana. Real talk, they’ll probably redo all their designs but I hope we keep Morgana’s vibe close to her original which had such a wonderful goofy Elvira feel. Also let’s get a good Batman/Catwoman thing going.

- Bushroot’s redesign and dialogue silence may have been out of respect to his original voice actor Tino Insana’s passing, also the same year the Ducktales reboot came out. Everyone else is alive but the only reprised role was Michael Bell’s Quackerjack and everyone sounded great. Still hope he left like a seedling clone of himself behind so we can explore more of him.

- Gosalyn was well handled. I loved her reboot personality still feeling like OG but with more smarts and skill. Giving her skill with a crossbow was great (she gets a matching outfit and Huntress much) as well as leaning into the Batman & Robin parallels by making her a proper partner/sidekick, instead of a stubborn tag-along.  I want to see her meet Webby because I feel like she will complete a certain dynamic. Webby is an all rounder being good with magic, quite smart and a top fighter. Webby doesn’t hold top mark in any particular area. Lena is basically becoming sorceress supreme and Violet is very intelligent and composed with her reading situations better than the others. So I want Gosalyn to be surprisingly good at keeping up with Webby in a fight.

The second other series that may actually get this kind of dedication in the reboot feels to me like Talespin.

- We have plenty of mentions of Cape Suzette and a Don Karnage. I say “a” because the Season 3 poster revealed what looked like an older Kit and Molly. This leads me to believe the OG Talespin adventures do take place decades prior to closer match the aesthetics of the OGand current era Karnage is a descendant. Della may have also learned to pilot from or was a fan of Baloo so that can be a good background to add to her character. I feel like Shere Khan will be a David Xanatos type character. He was already a fierce, morally ambiguous self serving businessman. But give him that Xanatos pizazz, keen intellect and foresight to make him be the sharpest of the sharpies that Scrooge will ever deal with.

- So all in all it was everything I didn’t know I wanted and gives me such joy for heights this show can reach being this successful in its ambition. I hope further inclusions from other Disney Afternoon characters will start building themselves up in this reboot just as well. I’m excited for more of the world explored from the sides of the Rescue Rangers and Goofy’s suburban slice of life. Oh, and of course cop/detective work from freaking Bonkers! Like this is how you know your reboot is in good hands. When you keep the appeal of and appreciate the old while introducing well defined new takes, bridging the gap between generations so everyone enjoys it. Man, I need that Animaniacs reboot right now.

#ducktales 2017 #darkwing duck #ducktales #launchpad mcquack #drake mallard #gosalyn mallard #disney afternoon #let's get dangerous

[okay-what-if-rumir]

Who is Jamila?

The Two Prince’s Discord is going a bit Jamila-crazy right now, so before we start getting into that, let’s talk about who Jamila is!

This is from Kevin Christopher Snipe’s (KCS) q&a on Instagram from March (thank you @oftheflamingheart​ for keeping track of all the q&a’s!)

And of course the Discord fell in love:

Jamila was a character KCS cut out of season 2

So she's ours now.

Seems reasonable.

Jamila head canons: And Go!

She's from the East and probably close to Amir's age

I'm picturing her as just Amir but with longer hair and green eyes for some reason??

What if she was Romani?

Indian!Jamila, especially darker skinned is generally what I think of.

With green eyes (I'm a sucker for green eyes, sorry)

I mean the Romani people originated from Nothern India… so yeah! And green eyes! Yes!

I've always hc'ed that she has a beautiful singing voice

She's also smart as a whip so she and Rupert really enjoy roasting each other and trading insults.

She sings Disney songs in the shower

She radiates smol energy

Do we HC Jamila as lesbian or…?

I'd say she's pan.

I HC her as bi or pan

Jamila can speak Spanish.

So can Rupert and they talk smack together in Spanish!

Amir speaks some basic Spanish at them once and then they make up their own language just to talk smack in front of him.

She has super, super long hair.

Loves: Yellow, Amir, and small dogs

As soon as Jamila sees Fitzroy she just melts and confesses her problems to him

Dark skin? Dark skin.

I'm envisioning her with a high ponytail

She's smart and witty.

Serious, skilled with light weapons, but knows all the things that make Amir smile.

She and Amir would have made a good couple.

She would have made a good queen

Maybe she and Amir shared some Moments before he went off to the forest.

Maybe she convinced him to go!

Atossa certainly didn't

Jamila definitely knew he was going and kept his secret.

She was banking on that earning his full affections.

But then, Rupert Fitzes in.

She was scared for him but kept the secret.

She pretends to hate Cecily. But secretly wishes she could be more like her.

She talked about kids too early, and that put Amir off. Not that he didn't want to do his Royal Duty, but she was more into it than he was.

Do you think it was a "royal duty" thing for her (of course we'll have heirs) or like a "I can't wait to be a mom! I love kids!" sort of a thing?

Maybe both? She thinks he's concerned about heirs (always plural) and secretly she is so into being a mom.

Do you think Amir knew she liked him? Do you think he liked her back?

I think he was probably a bit oblivious. Thought she was too young to be serious.

Liked as a friend? Well we know he never had time for those. But as someone he interacted with? Probably, but he never could open up to her and she knew he was holding back something.

They were probably really close as young kids, and then he had to be little Mr. Best Prince and she always kept trying to get back onto his level.

She joined in his lessons just to have more time with him.

But he was always too busy to notice/appreciate that she was there. She's got to be a daughter to either a high-ranking lord or official. So he probably just put it down to her trying to be the best heir to her father's lineage.

She's gotta be super competitive.

I just wonder what his level of trepidation would be at introducing Rupert to her as his fiance.

He probably would think she'd be excited for him.

I'd like to see her come to terms and accept Amir's relationship with Rupert. See just how good Rupert is for Amir and how free Amir is with him. That's what she never got from Amir. But Amir is more himself with Rupert than he was with her.

Then she sees this goofball knight's kid and decides to see if she can find herself a Rupert.

Wow, Percy x Jamila

Jamercy? Permila?

Permila, the token hets.

That does mess with my "PJ was a closet case" headcanon, but I just want the worst people to be happy for some reason.

Bi PJ?

That is a Percybility

PJ also pines for Amir and he and Jamila bond over it? They make a bad decision one night and kiss. They never speak of The Incident again.

Wait if Percy and Jamila got in a relationship, it would be another East & West relationship brining the nations even closer together. AND Percy was very anti-East before so maybe seeing Jamila made him think "okay maybe Easterners are really super cool"

Do you think she and Rupert would eventually be friends or just constantly passive aggressive at each other (at least from Jamila's end)

I honestly see her always having a bit of a sore spot when it comes to Rupert. And Rupert knows and it makes him feel uncomfortable even though they are cordial to each other.

Amir is oblivious to the tension.

I feel like Rupert would try really hard to be her friend.

Jamila is a Slytherin.

Absolutely.

Okay, how do you pronounce her name?

Ja-meh-la? Ja-mih-la? Ja-mee-lah?

(thank you to @peace0of0art​ for actually asking KCS about the pronunciation!)

Also, check out @oftheflamingheart​ ‘s awesome Jamila fic on AO3! Title: Settle Down Rating: G Summary:  Jamila, Amir's childhood friend, comes to visit the Heartland Castle and reconnect. Amir is not excited. The rest of the gang are eager to hear what Amir was like as a kid from someone who grew up with him. Now all they need is to get along with Jamila long enough to let that happen. What does Jamila want? What does Amir want Jamila to want? And when will things ever settle down?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26082766/chapters/63439687

@dailydoseofrumir​ @oftheflamingheart​ @spoopdeedoop​ @fwufferson​ @chinesetakeout16​ @peace0of0art​ @cat-copnt​ @cloudcover23​

#two princes podcast #jamila #hc #fanfic

[atelier-dayz]

Mando’paru (Part Two)

[Part One]

***Disclaimer once again: I am by no means an expert in martial arts, and my knowledge on Mandalorians is a work in progress. Please only take my words as they apply to Jate’kara ‘verse and/or my fics***

My imagining of what Mando’paru looks like is, of course, inspired by Temuera Morrison and the martial arts of the Maori. 

See: 

Martial arts of the Maori

Part about their Weaponry School

About the Taiaha

Temuera Morrison with a prop lightsaber

Youtube is a friend for more videos! :D

The actual teaching part:

My headcanon is that Mandalorians begin combat training at 5 (or the equivalent in non-humans). Whether they start later than that is totally up to the purview of their buire, but the consensus is around 5. 

(Aside: let me tell you tiny five-year-olds learning martial arts is the cutest thing in the world.)

The very basics would include stretching techniques, footwork, stamina training, the basic stances, the proper ways to punch, the different types of kicks, some basic common sequences (like a punch-punch-kick or a punch-stance change-punch), and the likes. 

They then start with barehand combat forms, because you gotta walk before you can run, and barehand techniques can then be translated into forms with weapons. Just like how there are multiple barehand forms even within just the standarized form of wushu with varying levels of complexity, and just like how the Jedi have multiple forms of lightsaber combat styles (Forms I - VII), I imagine the Mandalorians have similar variations in their combat forms (at least four, but seven if I really want to push the parallels LOL). And because they start at 5, and motor skills at that point are not the best, they’d start with a form that’s more basic -- simpler, shorter, less complex -- and one that serves as a foundation for everything else. And they build on that with the subsequent forms.

While Mandalorians use a whole arsenal of weapons, there’s surely an emphasis on being able to fight with your bare hands if you’re unarmed or out of weapons. (See: the fiasco that was Galidraan and Jango killing SIX Jedi with his bare hands.)

After barehand, they’ll move onto weapons. I believe the basics would at the least include knives and a staff/club (I’m imagining here the taiaha but could be others). These basics would also have multiple forms that progress in complexity, building upon each other. The training might then vary based on preferences and the times, such as whether they learn to use a sword or two, an ax or two, a spear or halberd, or even the totally awesome bes’bev. Which might then also have multiple forms based on different teachings.

Other weaponry they’d be trained in that might not include any forms: wires/cables/rope, jetpacks, shields, grenades/bombs, and whatever little gadgets are stored within their vambraces, like the whistling birds. The tools of their trade.

They would of course learn how to shoot blasters and determine if they’d prefer one or two, a rifle, or a heavy artillery type of blaster weapon. They would also learn through trial and error how to incorporate their personal combat training with the use of the blasters. (I’m not saying gun-fu, but totally gun-fu, but less...agile than in the movies considering they’re in armor and Mandalorians are less acrobatic.) 

The combat forms teaches them the movements, helps them build in the muscle memory to perform the movements on instinct. They also need to practice actually fighting, to gain practical combat experience. So of course there are practice fights, either their buir fighting with them or them fighting with other children within their clan or from neighboring clans.

Related though not combat training, they would learn to care and maintain their weapons and armor. They’d likely learn rudimentary forging to fix blades or make small armor adjustments, and if any of them showed propensity, they may progress to become an Armorer through a formal apprenticeship.

At 8, the kid is apparently old enough and trained enough to be taken on missions/bounties but I imagine this is also up to the purview of their buire. I also imagine these to be milk-run types of bounties because CHILD SAFETY. 

A Mandalorian is legally by their standards an adult at 13. So they should be fully trained by then, but that would vary based on when they started their training, and I totally imagine some buire keeping them close by for a few more years because THIRTEEN.

How this all applies to Jate’kara:

Obi asks Jango a bunch of questions while he’s teaching Anakin some of the basics in Mando’paru. And Jango realizes that Obi was not trained in Mando’paru by one Mandalorian, but by multiple trainers based on the specifics of the questions he asked --  “on the positioning of a hand, on the degrees of rotation on a kick, on a variation on a sequence of movements”. These are all variations that would be seen in different styles, from multiple teachers. Obi did not learn a style standardized by ONE clan. He instead learned from multiple trainers from multiple clans (who all totally sniped at each other because the “proper” way of doing a form and tried to one-up each other), leading him knowing a mixture of forms. (Jango would very much like to know exactly what the kriff went down on Mandalore during Obi’s visit and also who those trainers were 8D)

#miya rambles #mando'paru #my worldbuilding #mand'alor and his jetii #notactuallyadeviant #LONG post

[haro-whumps]

🐮🐸🐵🐦🐤 (cow, frog, monkey, grey bird & yellow bird - in case emojis don’t cross over) - bethany & galo

🐮: Favorite kinds of torture?

Bethany tapped her acrylics against her antique side table. “Caning is my go-to,” she said at length, “But there’s nothing quite like the joy of humiliation. Anyone can hurt the surface, but it takes skill to harm the mind, which makes it all the more gratifying.”

-

Galo reared back in disgust. “NONE! God, none, zero, zilch! Nada! No! Why would you even ask that?”

🐸: How do you treat your pet when they are bad and disobedient?

“Well, I suppose it depends on the precise nature of the disobedience, but,” Bethany said with an airy laugh, then brought her cane down on her palm, “I am a woman who knows what she wants, after all.”

-

“They... aren’t?” Galo said uncertainly, “Well, gah, there was that one time with Evan,” he said, rubbing the heel of his palm against the side of his forehead. “I think that was more of just, Evan being a product of how he was raised though, you know? Like, yeah, definitely a huge jerk-move that hurt, and definitely didn’t happen at a good time, but a lot of people say transphobic shit just cause they were raised to be transphobic, and he seems to have gotten over it...” Galo blinked briefly. “Anyway, not actually the question. Uh. I mean, I guess the one time it happened I tried to ignore it, and when it didn’t go away on its own I just... caved and had him do recitations? While kneeling?”

Galo pawed at the back of his undercut. “Yeesh, saying it out loud makes me sound like kind of a jerk, huh?”

🐵: How do you treat your pet when they are good?

“Well, Greyson and Nyla are the only ones of those stupid little wretches who are actually capable of being good,” Bethany sniffed, “Greyson I reward when he Attends me, and Nyla gets privileges as the head of the staff, and I have her wait on Guests less often. I know she doesn’t like it much. That, and when she asks me for things I’ll let her have them, as long as she’s good when she asks and doesn’t pester me.”

-

“God, I don’t know? All these questions are weird! I treat them, like, I dunno, people?? I guess?” Galo huffed and made himself give thought to the question. “Nyla likes headpats and being told she’s a good girl, Sasha I have to speak gently to and she likes her right shoulder touched, Greyson seems to like being touched on the back or chest? I guess? He’s hard to read. Evan I gotta mostly just use my words for but he doesn’t really like it when I address him at all so I try to give him space? And Lilah likes backrubs and praise, though sometimes I don’t think she knows how to react to it.”

🐦: Do you use your pet for NSFW reasons? As furniture? Or are they simply meant to be some kind of a companion?

“Yes of course,” Bethany said with a wave of her wrinkling hand. “That’s what I bought Greyson and Evan for. Greyson’s very good at it, even though he’s past his prime nowadays. Evan’s got good looks--and he’s lucky for that, the little snipe--but he’s laughably terrible with technique. Always needs me to tell him what to do and when and how to do it.” She huffed. “I do use them as furniture. It is always a riot and keeps them in their place. Good for humiliation, too. The rest of the time they’re here to work, not something as stupid as companionship. Why would I need slaves for that?”

-

“No and no! Geeze! What’s with these questions!? I know none of them want to fuck me and would be terrified and miserable if we even edged that direction, I’m not going to do that to them! And why would I use them as furniture that’s so stupid--I mean, no kinkshaming, if you’re into that you can absolutely do whatever you want with your partner but I am not anybody’s partner and definitely not into that and, again, I’m not doing that sort of shit with them!”

🐤: Oh no! Your pet managed to run away but after a while you caught up to them! What punishment do you give them once you return home for running away?

“I’d have to be careful at the start. The bureau is particularly nosy right after an investigation, and runaway investigations are treated quite seriously--not that I’m supposed to know that, mind. Isolation, I think. Isolation and sensory deprivation. Remind them that if they want to be removed from this place and their little friends, I’m perfectly capable of giving it to them myself.”

-

“Scold them, obviously! I’d be worried sick! Why would they do something that reckless--I mean, unless they were intending to be, like, a runaway, which, I mean. I guess? I don’t know why they’d want to, though, they’d be leaving their friends behind too, and I don’t think I’m... that bad, to make them want to get away from me like that. Right?”

#I can tell you asked these on mobile bc the desktop emojis don't line up with your descriptions of them #answers #thanks! #bethany #galo #gw #icannotweave