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aquaquadrant · 11 months

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Why do I feel like Etho and Patho would actually really get along well. Like there'd be a minute of "oh shit" then they'd be making some weird machine together.

Also any chance you would be willing to share the story about Patho's clock and maybe info on Hels Bdubs?

(honestly? true. patho isn’t bothered enough w the concept of being a doppelgänger so he’d be chill w etho if etho was chill with him. and etho’s like. always chill. anyway idk if this’ll answer ur questions but here’s uhhhh something)

~*~

patho pauses at the top of the netherrack hill, boots hissing briefly as he shifts off a magma block.

xyz: -12,485.167 / 67.09835 / 253,295.942

the coordinates ever-present within his field of view tell him he should be another hundred or so blocks away in the z axis, but he can already see the jungle’s grown since his last visit. it’s been slowly overtaking the neighboring nether waste biome for a couple decades, now. rate of growth has held constant, unchanging. that's something, at least.

patho slowly scans the horizon. words and numbers flash across the left half of his vision as his cybernetic eye rapidly processes new information based on visual input: netherrack, netherrack, crimson nylium, grass, jungle wood, jungle wood, jungle leaves, weeping vine. light level 3, 3, 3, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. there's a lava pool eleven blocks over in the x axis; light level 15.

he starts walking again.

153 fps t: inf fancy-clouds b: 15x15 3 tx 3 rx c: 695/41672 (s) d: 16, pc: 000, pu: 00, ab: 42 e: 23/109, b: 0, sd: 9 p: 18 t: 109 error fc:0 xyz: -12,487.331 / 65.21091 / 253,375.987 block: -12,487 65 253,375 chunk: -780 15 7,835 facing: south (towards positive z)(1.5/5) client light: 5 (0 sky, 5 block) biome: error:nether waste local difficulty: 6.75//0.00 (day error404 not found) sounds: 5/247 + 0/8

the data shifts with every step. he's learned to tune most of it out by now, only paying attention to the biome indicator as he crosses the chunk threshold.

biome: error:crimson jungle

particles and sounds immediately jump up a couple degrees. glowing red specks dance slowly in the air, mingling with the ambient noises; hoglins rooting around in the brush, parrots calling unseen from the canopy above, lava bubbling in a pool nearby.

p: 35 sounds: 23/247

the temperature is warmer here. patho shrugs off his jacket, letting it hang at his elbows as he picks his way through the jungle. he doesn't even need to think about where he's going, coordinates left ignored at the edge of his vision. he's taken this path many times before, and he never has to wander very long.

his boots crunch softly on the nylium and grass terrain. jungle leaves and crimson fungus alike brush at his shoulders as he ducks underneath branches, taking care not to get tangled in weeping vines.

this is his favorite jungle. it's not the only crimson jungle he's ever come across- not to mention the warped jungles- but out of all the biomes he's seen, it's the one with the greenest leaves. something about this jungle sustains the normal trees just as well as it does the fungi, allowing the grass and leaves to stay bright and full instead growing in wilted and brown. it makes a lovely contrast with the blood red fungi.

not for the first time, he's thankful that the jungle is far enough away from spawn to be left alone. if other players knew about this place, with its well-sustained passive mob spawning and greenery, they'd destroy it for resources for sure. but he never worries too much about that possibility, because no mob or player sets foot in this jungle without permission from-

a weeping vine suddenly sprouts from the ground and lashes around patho's leg.

it's quickly joined by several more, snaking out from the undergrowth to wrap around his other limbs. before he can blink, he's lifted off the ground and pulled up into the trees. he doesn't struggle, doesn't panic- this is nothing new to him. the vines string him up among the highest branches, where a familiar figure is crouched in front of him, nothing but a pair of glowing red eyes beneath a heap of moss.

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"hey, dbubs," patho says casually.

the figure straightens up, hood falling back to reveal his face. his huge red eyes are sparkling with excitement, despite the dark circles lining them, and his mouth falls open in a wide, sharp-toothed grin. vines of varying shapes and sizes curl lazily around his body, small tendrils sprouting from the mossy cloak he wears. a couple veins of red discolor his skin, crawling up his neck and across his face. his messy hair is a bit whiter than the last time patho saw him, tinged red at the roots. a clock hangs around his neck, to match the one hanging from patho's hip.

"patho!" dbubs practically shouts, throwing his arms out.

sounds: 24/247

before dbubs can say anything else, patho asks his usual question. “what’s your name?”

“what’s my-” dbubs blinks, works his jaw for a second. “GODSLAYER666,” he proclaims loudly, puffing his chest out. then he pauses, frowns. “wait, no, i- i don’t know why i just said that. uh…”

it’s somewhere in the middle, then. not as bad as his worst days- at least he’s aware he’s lying, even if he has no control over it. and patho has to admit, that's one of the most entertaining responses dbubs has ever given to his little test.

"uh huh." patho shifts in the web of vines. they're holding a bit tighter than normal. of course, he could still easily break out of them. if he wanted to. "did you miss me, dbubs?" he asks instead, his voice teasing.

dbubs throws his head back to let out a sharp laugh, sending a shower of red particles fluttering through the air. "what?" he demands incredulously, his eyes blown wide. "miss you? i d- eugh, n'you stupid- i- i didn't even notice you were gone!"

patho hums with amusement. "then you don't wanna, like, kiss me or anything?"

"no," dbubs insists stubbornly, even as he comes closer. he steps boldly into patho's space, hands coming up to grab his face. "no, no of course not, i don't..." his long eyelashes flutter as he looks patho up and down. he smells like moss; like old vegetation and decay. there's soil and dried blood caked under his fingernails. "why would i- you ha- you have a lotta nerve..." dbubs tugs at the left strap of patho's mask, tilting his head. "do i- uh, do i get to see ya?" he asks, expression suddenly eager.

"yeah," patho chuckles.

dbubs grins widely, pulling patho's mask down. for a moment, he just looks at him. his calloused hand scuffs along the metal parts of patho's face- the entire ramus of his left mandible and most of his cheekbone, lost in the explosion that took his eye. the remaining skin is rough with scar tissue. dbubs strokes his thumb along that, too.

"i lo- um, i- i hate your stupid face," dbubs mumbles before he finally kisses patho. he seems to process his words a second later, breaking away with a small gasp of "oh! i d-", but patho simply leans in again, reclaiming his lips.

he knows what dbubs meant.

~*~

dbubs spares patho the trouble of walking, simply having the vines carry him to the hideaway. it's a difficult base to categorize: part tree house, part nest, part garden. in some places the floor is made of wood- in others, just a thick layer of leaves. there are potted plants and hanging vines everywhere, interspersed among stacks of barrels and moldy bookcases. little red mushrooms sprout from walls made of thatch and tree trunks. a couple of shroomlights provide gentle lighting as glittery particles drift through the open air; red, from the biome itself, and green from the spore blossom that patho brought him last year.

the vines unceremoniously drop patho onto the makeshift bed- a mat of moss and old, shredded banners. he's barely gotten settled, pulling his mask up and pulling his jacket off, before dbubs flops onto him with a heavy wuff.

"so!" dbubs starts loudly, propping his elbows up on patho's stomach. "what brings ya to see ol' dbubs today, huh?"

patho huffs a laugh. "what, i can't just stop by to say hi?"

"oh sure, okay." dbubs rolls his eyes, one of his vines flicking through the air dismissively. "you j- yeah, okay, be all secretive, then! see if i care." his haughty demeanor doesn't last long, though, as he shimmies up a little further, arms folded on patho's chest. "d'you- uh, do you wanna hear what i've been doin'?"

patho sighs good-naturedly, shifting so he can tuck his arms behind his head and lean back against the wall. "alright, go ahead."

dbubs beams at him and immediately starts telling lies. he tells patho about all the amazing things he's built (the jungle looks the same), all the incredible battles he's fought (no one's entered the jungle in years), all the wonderful places he's gone (he can't leave the jungle).

but patho doesn't mind that it's all lies. he's content to listen anyways.

they carry on like this until dbubs suddenly pauses, scrambling for his clock. "uh oh! gotta schreep."

patho glances at his own clock; dbubs is right on time, as always. that's one thing he never lies about. "okay, okay," he says, pushing dbubs off- he hits the moss with a soft thump. "lemme get my anchor."

"well, hurry up already!" dbubs shouts impatiently, vines swatting at patho's arm as he pops down his ender chest.

after placing the anchor and setting his spawn, patho reaches up and presses his finger directly into the center of his left eye, shutting it off.

he doesn’t regret putting a data processor into his cybernetic eye; the information it’s given him is invaluable. but every now and then, he needs a break from it. even when his eyes are closed, the display is still active, showing blank values on the back of his eyelid. turning the eye off is the only way to make it go away- of course, at the price of half his vision. so he only does it if he’s sleeping somewhere fully secure, and if he’s alone.

the jungle is an exception. dbubs has full domain out here- no mob or player can come close to his home without him allowing it.

"finally," dbubs huffs as patho settles back down. he's quick to cling with both his arms and assorted vines.

patho can't help but chuckle. "what's that you said about not missing me?"

"oh, shut up!"

~*~

patho abruptly reenters consciousness, emerging from a deep, dreamless sleep. with a soft groan, he fumbles to turn on his cybernetic eye, wincing at the sudden influx of data.

149 fps t: inf fancy-clouds b: 15x15 3 tx 3 rx c: 695/41672 (s) d: 16, pc: 000, pu: 00, ab: 42 e: 1/109, b: 0, sd: 9 p: 52 t: 109 error fc:0 xyz: -12,587.412 / 96.77253 / 253,401.623 block: -12,587 96 253,401 chunk: -783 15 7,845 facing: north (towards negative z)(1.5/5) client light: 7 (0 sky, 7 block) biome: error:crimson jungle local difficulty: 6.75//0.00 (day error404 not found) sounds: 27/247 + 0/8

"goooood morning!" dbubs calls, over on the other side of the little nook. he's busy rummaging through barrels, perhaps trying to find some breakfast. it’s unlikely he has any food stored; when he’s hungry, he hunts, and the jungle always provides.

"mornin'," patho says, rubbing his face. he sits up- and then pauses. there are weeping vines wrapped tightly around his legs. he sighs. “dbubs, you’re doing it again.”

“what?" dbubs manages to sound surprised. "no! no, i’m not, i’m- i’m just over here, minding my own business, crafting a loom.”

“a loom,” patho repeats flatly.

“yes! for um, for banners.”

“do you even have any wool?”

“do i ha- uh, of course! yes, of course i do.”

“can i see it?”

“no. no, i- i just ate it, actually. um-”

“you ate it?”

“yeah. sorry.”

patho sighs again. he kicks the weeping vines away. "i uh, i didn't mean to be gone for so long," he says, rising to his feet. "but, you know, i- i got held up with a job."

"a job?" dbubs glances over his shoulder at patho, squinting. "what kinda job?"

patho stretches his arms above his head, hearing both his natural and mechanical shoulder joints pop. "some guys out west are tryin' to make a portal out of hels."

"a portal?" dbubs's mouth falls open. "oh, for goodness sakes- and you call me a liar!"

patho knows better than to take offense. "it's true. they've got a player who came here from another world."

"uh huh." dbubs scoffs, but he can't quite hide the anxious shimmer in his eyes. "yeah, yeah, sure... so- i mean, did you do it, then? make them a portal?"

"basically." patho shrugs. "i uh, i told them everything they needed to know, to make one."

"right. you told th- okay." dbubs nods, bites his lip. "um- you didn't stay? to see the portal? or, uh…”

patho chuckles, crossing the distance to put his arms around dbubs's waist. "nah. i mean, come on, you know me, dbubs. i'm a- i'm a hels player, through and through. what's the rest of the universe got that's better than this place, right?"

dbubs grins at that, slotting his arms through patho's. "oh, you- you're such an idiot! y'know, i uh, i've been outside'a hels before and i- um, let me tell ya, you're missing out!"

"mhmm." patho smiles even though his mask is on. he knows dbubs can tell.

"yeah! "dbubs nods vigorously. "and, uh, there's- i got a whole world that's just mine!"

"is that right?" patho rests his chin on the top of dbubs's head. "tell me about it."

"it's a beautiful world, of course. my perfect builds, i ha-"

"of course."

"- uh, hey! quit interruptin'!"

"sorry, sorry."

"i di- thank you. so i um, i built a big ol' crastle, with a- hyeugh, a sorta um, horse course... y'know, with th- with the fastest horses anyone ever saw, one-stick horses, and- and uh, everyone was really impressed…”

this won’t last forever. it’ll only be a matter of weeks, months if they’re lucky, before patho won’t be able to ignore the itch to wander again. before the comfort and familiarity of the jungle becomes unbearable. before dbubs grows so used to his presence that the jungle itself tries to overtake him, the way it has dbubs- vines and veins of red.

he’ll leave without warning in the middle of the night, while dbubs is sleeping, because trying to leave while dbubs is awake never ends well. he’ll leave without a word and try not to think about the frantic whispers he knows dbubs sends him on lonely nights, despite knowing patho will never receive them (it’s the only time he regrets fusing his communicator with his arm- but how was he supposed to know he’d hear it in his mind? how was he supposed to know that disabling the chat was the only way not to lose himself completely to the endless flood of data?)

he’ll stay away long enough for dbubs to shatter apart, losing himself to the wildness of the jungle, and come back together. he’ll wait until dbubs has recovered from his grief, so that the next time dbubs sees him there will only be joy. because no matter how many times patho hurts him, dbubs always forgets it eventually.

“… so, you see, ol’ dbubs been workin' on a new technique, using the uh. grade- uh, gradient? block palettes... to create depth. ah hah! so- so listen, now, to teacher! it all starts with the color scheme..."

this won’t last forever. so for now, patho closes his eyes and listens.

error fps t: b: tx rx c: (s) d: , pc: , pu: , ab: e: , b: , sd: p: t: error fc: xyz: / / block: chunk: facing: ( )( / ) client light: ( sky, block) biome: error: local difficulty: // (day error404 not found) sounds: 1/247 + 0/8

~*~

#hels to pay au #HTP fic #hels hermits #hermitshipping #ethubs #<- i mean SORTA #pathbubs #in case it’s not clear patho’s mech eye basically acts like a debug screen #like when you press F3 in mc to see a bunch of data and stats #he can always see that info. prob less cluttered tho bc there aren’t any computer specs for him to look at LOL #anyway don’t look too much into the data values i was pulling them out of my ass #except for dbubs player data. DO look into that :3 #ALSO ty everyone for the asks i’ll get to em soon #my writing

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thevoidisscreamingbackatyou · 11 months

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DUDE I WATCHED SPIDERVERSE AND. AND AND AND.

!!!!!!!!!!!! HAPPY STIMS HAPPY STIMS :D

EEEEEEEEEEEE

big thoughts rn:

PROWLER MILES OMS. THE P O S S I B I L I T I E S

"YOU ARE THE ORIGINAL ANOMALY!" that line is never leaving my head i swear

that one post about miles and spot being underestimated i. understand it so much better now

is it bad i got. i got attached to gayatri instead of parvitr my faulttttt she just seems so cool :000 she knows btw 100%

hobie

GWENNNNNN

so many "coming out to your family" vibes im so sorry

rip miles telling the wrong mom

miles with braids looks good ngl

agh my shellshocked brain go brrrr ☠️

#spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse #spiderverse spoilers #shellshocked #spiderman into the verse #spiderman #miles morales #gwen stacy #mikey x miles #hobie brown #gayatri singh #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse

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fatehbaz · 2 months

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[T]hey frequently transgress the spatial boundaries imposed by humans to organize and govern spaces […]. [W]etlands spread out and do not conform to the straight and consistent lines between land and water. […] The smells of wetlands, of decomposing vegetation, of sulphur, were […] off-putting for [British] settlers in Aotearoa […]. Soon after the British-led military invasion of the Waikato region in 1863 and the confiscation of 480 000 ha of Maori lands, [...] [t]he ‘great swamp region of the Waikato’ was described as a picture of ‘desolation’ and ‘stagnant water’ where the ‘ground quaked and quivered beneath’ one's feet, and opened up unexpectedly to suck people down into ‘horrible depths of [the] black, stinking bog’. […] The omnipresent dangers of ‘damp vapour arising’ were deemed ‘highly prejudicial to residents’ health throughout Aotearoa. […] The ‘tepid swamps’, it was reported, poisoned the ‘otherwise pure air’ […].’ The Napier Swamp Nuisance Act enabled local government officials to ‘fill in’ (meaning to drain, establish levees, and build up the soil) any parcel of land deemed a muddy watery odorous ‘nuisance’ without the consent of the landowners. […] [P]oliticians suggested [that Aotearoa] be decontaminated through strategic interventions to remove and remake wetlands […]. Such ideas, which fused medical and socio-economic theories, justified indigenous dispossession and drainage works […].

Text by: Meg Parsons and Karen Fisher. “Historical smellscapes in Aotearoa New Zealand: Intersections between colonial knowledges of smell, race, and wetlands.” Journal of Historical Geography Volume 74, pages 28-43. October 2021.

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On 24 December 1928 Italy’s fascist regime launched […] a fourteen-year national land reclamation programme aimed at [...] Italy's ‘death inducing’ swamps […]. The Pontine Marshes, a marshland spreading across 75,000 hectares south of Rome was given top priority […]. [T]he fascist regime used an extensive propaganda machinery to promote the programme […] as a heroic quest for producing an 'ideal' [...] landscape [...]. Newsreels documented step by step the struggle […], with Mussolini himself often featuring, overseeing the project, or even working the land. […] Nearly 3,000 newsreels and many documentaries were produced [...]. This was [...] [among] Italy's most important public works project[s] [...], a transformative enterprise that [...] would engage with an "untamed" natural environment and [force] it into a sanitised version of ideal fascist nature. [...] [The marshes] were linked to the idea of wilderness, [...] undisciplined, uncivilised, and unproductive [...]. This policy […] aimed […] [at] removing “unhealthy” [...] areas, through the process of sventramento (disembowelment). […] The construction of New Towns [...] in the Pontine Marshes [...] aimed at producing the 'ideal' settlement [...]. [These newly constructed] municipal buildings often boasted prominent towers [....] reigning supreme over the Marshes [...].

Text by: Federico Caprotti and Maria Kaika. “Producing the ideal fascist landscape: nature, materiality and the cinematic representation of land reclamation in the Pontine Marshes.” Social & Cultural Geography Volume 9. 2008.

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[I]n Recife in the Northeast of Brazil [...] the transformation of the city was predicated on [...] [a] notion of whiteness that required the enclosure of wet, amphibious space to make dry land. [...] Racialised groups – of black, indigenous, and mixed heritages – and the houses, marshlands, and mangroves where they lived, were subject to eradication [...]. [F]rom the 1920s to 1950s, during the rise to hegemony in Brazil of [a form of eugenicist, modernist nationalism,] [...] [the] idea's heartland [was] the Northeast. [...] Recife is also a centre of Brazilian black culture [...]. One of the key sites in Brazil's slave and sugar trades [...], the city was [...] [a] hub. Many of these people lived in what came to be called mocambos, a word that designated an informal dwelling, but came to mean much more. [...]. Mocambos were seen as [...] the place where exploited labour was kept out of sight. [...] They were also [...] the inheritance [...] of the quilombo - the community of escaped slaves. [...] In July 1939, the proto-fascist administration [...] of Agamenon Magalhães, put in place by Getúlio Vargas' repressive Estado Novo, launched the Liga Social Contra o Mocambo (Social League Against the Mocambo, LSCM). The League emerged out of a tellingly named “Crusade” against the mocambos. [...] Mocambos were characterised as repellent, unhygienic, and dangerous: “the mocambo which repels. The mocambo which is the tomb of a race … a sombre landscape of human misery … which mutilates human energy and annuls work" [...]. These were the decades of the embranquecimento of the Brazilian population through public policies of immigration, miscegenation, and sterilisation [...]. This white supremacist ideology was inseparably a politics of nature. Magalhães wrote [in 1939]: The idle life, the life that the income of the mocambos provides [...]. It is a life of stagnant water. … [that] generates in its breast the venom of larvae, which are the enemies of life. Enemies of life, as are the mocambos and the sub-soil of cities, where the polluted waters contaminate pure waters [...]. Attempts to “cleanse” the city functioned through a distinct process: aterramento, the making of land. [...] Or as 1990s mangue beat [mangrove beat] musicians [...] put it, “the fastest way also to obstruct and evacuate the soul of a city like Recife is to kill its rivers and fill up its estuaries” [...].

Text by: Archie Davies. "The racial division of nature: Making land in Recife". Transactions of the Institute of British Geographers Volume 46, Issue 2, pp. 270-283. First published 29 November 2020.

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burialbird · 8 months

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TRANSCRIBED THIS!

DD 000 RRR SSS 000 SSS D D 0 0 0 0 R R SS 0 0 SS DD 000 000 R R SSS 000 SSS disk /dev/sdb: 120.0GB. 120034123776 bytes 75 heads, 63 sectors/track, 49617 cylinders, total 23441648 sectors Unit - sectors of 1 - 512 - 512 bytes Sector size [logical/physical]: 512 bytes / 512 bytes I/0 disk [minimum/optional]: 521 bytes / 512 bytes Disk identifier: 0x00000000

Device boot Start End Blocks Id System /dev/sdbi 2048 23441647 117219800 83 Doors05

Command: [? for help]: ? Command action a toggle a bootable flag b edit bsd disklabel c toggle the dos compatible file d delete a partition l list known partition types m print this window n add a new partition o add a new DDS partition table p print partition table q quit without saving changes s create a new empty disklabel t take a gander at earth u change display/entry units v verify the partition table w write table to disk and exit x exit functionality [l33t IT nerds only]

SRCHLIST "PRGR(or PRGM) CORE CORRUPTION" [EXECUTING] . . . . [100%]

DISPLAY RESULTS: -> ACCELSYS [PRGR HANG] . . . [RESOLVED] -> BOOTKERNEL [PRGR HANG] . . . [RESOLVED] -> ABSOLV [ERR] ---> TERMINATE [REBOOT] ---> SYSFAILSAFE [DISABLED] ---> SYSSELFDESTRUCT [DISABLED] ---> PGRMREPORT [DISABLED] ----> PRGMDIAGN [DISABLED] . . . [FATAL ERROR]

#murder drones #murder drones episode 6 #murder drones ep 6 #murder drones spoilers

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choco-pudding · 2 years

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Space Channel 5 Gyun Gyun Book p. 101-102 and 116-117. (Translations by myself and checked over @lavoszero. Edit by myself.)

Some of the character profiles. The official translation are pretty close to the Japanese for most of them so they were pretty easy.

Imgur link to all of the Gyun Gyun Book translations we’ve done thus far.

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p.101

Character Profiles

Page Navigation On the top is the character's name and profile. Meeting Place refers to which reports the characters will appear in game. Additionally, places marked with an X means the character will only appear at that place if you make a mistake there.

p.102

Main Characters It's a whole lineup of reporters with shining personalities! Ulala's profile is registered from the start, Pudding's and Jaguar's will register after clearing Report 3, and Blank's will register after clearing Report 4.

NO.000: Ulala Channel 5 reporter, she's been with the station for two years. Born on May 30th and currently 22 years old. Blood type is B. At this point, she's not sure where the path of a reporter will lead her but she dreams of "becoming the best reporter in the whole galaxy!" one day.

Meeting Place -

NO.001: Pudding Channel 42 reporter. Former Idol. 19 years old. Blood type is AB. Her hatred for losing really shows off her two-faced nature. She has an excessive and intense rivalry with Ulala. Backed up by her bodyguards, she appears to interfere with Ulala's reporting. She's been a reporter for four years.

Meeting Place Report 1: Control Tower - Act. 3 Report 3: Morolian Base -Act. 1

NO.002: Jaguar Space Pirate Broadcasting Station reporter. 35 years old. A risk-taking man that will reach the truth by any means. Coming and going like the wind, he reports all over the galaxy through guerrilla-like tactics. His past is a mystery but there's rumors it has something to do with Channel 5…

Meeting Place Report 2: Dining Hall - Act. 3 Report 3: Asteroid Belt Area - Act. 2 | Head Office -Act. 3, Act. 4

NO.003 Blank Channel 5's Chief. He's a man that claims that seeing the ratings go up is life itself and the ultimate pleasure. There's always some sort of dark rumor about him. With his position he's able to freely control the station's broadcasting system. He is an ambitious person whose ambition can never be satisfied.

Meeting Place Report 4

NO.004: Space Michael A Super Star that rocked the galaxy, a Super Dancer that transcended space and time. 500 years ago, he used his Dance Energy to prevent a crisis that would've led to the Earth's destruction; he's really famous. Currently, he is contracted as a reporter for Channel 5.

Meeting Place Report 4: Boardroom ~ Corridor - Act. 2 (first round and subsequent rounds if the rating are above 90%)

[Note: meeting place can be more literally translated as meeting condition. Pudding has an error in her profile and lists she appears in act. 2 of the Control Tower. She actually appears in Act. 3 so I fixed it accordingly.]

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Boss Characters

NO.073: Coco★Tapioca Dancing Robot Invader No. 1, it appears in at the Launch Pad in Report 1. It has a huge “purplink” body. The ring beams it creates from its antennas and the line-dancing robots (officially named Yellow Submorons) stored inside its body are something fierce.

Meeting Place Report 1: Launch Pad

NO.074: Morolina~ ♥ The Slightly-Perverted Dancing Robot” sent by the Morolians to attack the Luxury Spacecraft G. It attack-tack-tacks Ulala with its tongue and tentacles! Because it’s holding space primary schoolers hostage, you must attack very carefully.

Meeting Place Report 2: Observation Platform

NO.075: Morolin! Monroe! The Strongest Dancing Robot our heroine faces, these twins appear inside the Secret Base in Report 3. It emerges from the TV monitor and attacks while transforming again and again in three stages. This robot may be too tough to fight against by yourself.

Meeting Place Report 3: Head Office

[Translator’s notes: they use the word “mecha” rather than “robot” but robot rolls off the tongue a bit more and is what official translation call them. Purplink is portmanteau of purple-pink.]

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NO.076: Evila The Perfect Reporter Robot created from studying Ulala's abilities. It reports solely for the sake of increasing the ratings. It commands the Channel 5 Security Robots and challenges Ulala. It's quite the powerful foe.

Meeting Place Report 4: Main Antenna

NO.077: Giant Evila A gigantic robot pet controlled by Channel 5’s Chief, Blank. The space relay ship the Astrobeat is kept hostage, with the director trapped within. Attacks won’t be effectively unless you input the opposite of what it says and then press the A button.

Meeting Place Report 4: Main Antenna

NO.078: Blank TV A robot that broadcasts a brainwashing signal, controlled by Chief Blank. The innards of Giant Evila and Blank’s true self (?). This robot can broadcast its brainwashing signal to all corners of the galaxy using Channel 5’s system.

Meeting Place Report 4

[Translator’s notes: The question mark in Blank TV’s profile is part of the original text.]

#space channel 5 #ulala #Pudding #Jaguar #Blank #Coco Tapioca #Morolina #Morolian Monroe #Evila #Giant Evila #translations #Gyun Gyun Book

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kagurabells-coinings · 4 months

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Unknownarceusic (unknown-arceus-ic) Gender that relates to the typically never seen ???-type form of Arceus, which existed exclusively in generation 4 games and/or its properties (Being unaccesible in any normal way, existing exclusively as a placeholder, being completely neutral on all type matchups if the form was fully programmed, etc)

DPBoxic (D(iamond)P(earl)-box-ic)

Gender that relates to generation 4's ID 000 pokemon ----- (which is not to be confused with generation 5's own ----- and unlike generation 5 counterpart is nicknamed "DPBox" by the community) and its properties (Being literally ID 000, unable to be properly studied due to literally being null data perceived as a pokemon and thus dissapearing from any sort of containtment, having its own sprite not being generated by the artist or the game itself, but by the compiler, etc)

P.S: The image used for this flag was extracted from the files of Pokemon Diamond and thus looks differently from how it actually renders in game.

Glitchhybridic (glitch-hybrid-ic)

Gender that relates to the glitch pokemon in generation 4 games that exist outside of the pokedex and/or their properties (repeating sprites of existing valid pokemon in a pattern, being highly unstable, having exactly the same battling cababilities, etc)

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chlodavids · 2 years

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Not a request but for my own sanity I'm posting this because it has been in my mind for weeks now

Pairing - Sebastian Stan x Reader

P. S. If you want to see more of these. Please send me an ask with the celebrity you want and the face claim and a little description of what you want to see

Face claim - Madison Beer

Scenario - photoshoots and simping

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vacantgodling · 10 months

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formatting this is gonna be a bit wild however some sixteen candles nonsense. for those unaware this is a wip that is all based in a group chat (think discord) where the names of threads, usernames, etc all change. but the main point is they’re all queer besties who’ve known each other for 16 years and they get up to Shenanigans!!

(if u need anything else clarified just ask. remember: all typos are there for a reason so if things are unreadable i’ll also clarify)

the proposal

tw(s): mentions of sex, drug use, cursing, bad spelling, lots of slang

usernames:

Nanette Rosenfeld -> Nanette

Ranger Pellish -> ranger danger

Vanilla Vega -> VaniVee

Roger Grant -> no

Tucker Hayes -> TUCKerware

Nanette: So I have some unfortunate news to bring to the class.

TUCKerware: oooOoOoO stry tme!

ranger danger: did ur teacher spring a surprise mid-term on you lmao

VaniVee: or!! :000 you had a overnight shift at work you didn’t want to do because your supposed to be spending time with us this weekend!!!

no: What happened nan?

Nanette: My girlfriend broke up with me.

VaniVee: OH NO NETTIE ; 3;

TUCKerware: shld i bet some1 up?????? was she a bicth?

ranger danger: b i c t h

ranger danger: god i hate u lmaooooo

TUCKerware: if i hd th gif i woulda put it hre

ranger danger: found it

ranger danger: i have that shit SAVED

no: Am I the only one who Didn’t know nan had a girlfriend?

no: Just me?

no: ok.

ranger danger: no lol i was going to ask the same thing

ranger danger: young lady, you didn’t even tell the class you h a d a girlfriend

Nanette: It was short lived. We were only seeing each other “officially” for 2 weeks. I don’t like to introduce people to you all unless we’ve been together for at least 6 months.

VaniVee: omg 6 months??? is this why ive never met any of your girlfriends nan?? >:((

TUCKerware: we met stphanie!

ranger danger: stephanieeeeeeee she was so cooooooool

VaniVee: i don’t remember a stephanie :((

Nanette: She wasn’t worth remembering. After the second time she told me she’d quit cocaine and she didn’t, I realized that it wasn’t worth the effort.

no: COCAINE

no: NAN WHAT

no: THATS WHAT HAPPENED TO HER???

ranger danger: y i k e s

Nanette: This is why I don’t introduce you all to my girlfriends.

ranger danger: bc you always pick the bad ones?

Nanette: That, and because introducing them to you all is like introducing them to the family. There’s no point in introducing you all to someone who I don’t think will be permanent.

VaniVee: aww nettieeeee ; 3; ilyyyyyy

TUCKerware: nanny ilysm

no: <3<3

ranger danger: none of you all love nan as much as me

ranger danger: i love u baby <3

VaniVee: wait but what happened with this girlfriend???

ranger danger: yeah why so soon

TUCKerware: u kno i thro dwn 4 u nan

TUCKerware: say th word n i GOTCHu

Nanette: Said by the same man who calls me ‘nanny.’

TUCKerware: nuuuuuuuuuuuu

TUCKerware: ur liek my mom nannyyyyyy

ranger danger: can u imagine nan being a mother because i can’t

ranger danger: i feel like she’d leave her kids at the mall if they pissed her off

VaniVee: i can’t see nan being pregnant tbh,,,,, . n.;;;;

ranger danger: GAG

TUCKERware: mby getting sm1… :eyes:

Nanette: When I went on a date with her this afternoon, she brought up the topic of marriage.

no: I love how nan immediately ignored all of you haha

Nanette: I was a little taken aback since like I said we’d only been talking for two weeks at this point.

ranger danger: gag

VaniVee: ….. how did she bring it up?

Nanette: She said: “I was scrolling on your instagram, babe, and I see that you take a lot of pictures with the same few people, but definitely with this one guy. Who is he?” She then showed me a picture from my page of Ranger and I.

ranger danger: which picture

Nanette: The ferris wheel one. When we went to Kony Island for my cousin’s wedding.

ranger danger: lmao the one from like 3 years ago

ranger danger: why is she scrolling back so far lmaooo

ranger danger: my hair was so bad in that picture

Nanette: I think she picked that photo because on the third picture, you were kissing my cheek.

VaniVee: i somehow feel like i know where this is going ;;;;;;

Nanette: I’m sure you do, Vani.

no: I don’t.

TUCKerware: nithr do i frfr

ranger danger: she jealous or something

Nanette: I assume so. I told her that you were my best friend, and she said “Oh, so like a gay best friend? Like, gay lesbian solidarity?”

ranger danger: at least she clocked me for not straight l m a o

TUCKerware: i dnt hve a gaydar bt mine goez off whnevr ur around

no: I had a nightmare about ranger being straight once.

ranger danger: god don’t tell me about it

ranger danger: u may give me nightmares lmao

VaniVee: what did you say nan??? :00

Nanette: I told her that Ranger was bi, so you could call it ‘queer solidarity.’ However, we’ve known each other for 16 years so he is genuinely just one of my best friends. I wasn’t sure how else to respond to her question.

ranger danger: why do i feel like she asked u if we’d ever fucked before

ranger danger: like ‘oh is that how u realized u were gay’

ranger danger: as tho m/f friendships can’t exist lmao

TUCKerware: bt u nd nan DO fck smtms

ranger danger: i mean but that’s irrelevant to the conversation l m a o

ranger danger: if nan got a girl and didn’t wanna fuck me cuz of that i mean that’s chill

Nanette: You aren’t necessarily wrong. She didn’t seem to like my answer when I said that you were bi, so I asked if there was some kind of problem with that, or what she was trying to imply. She then said that she wasn’t sure she wanted the two of us to be so close.

no: Like in general?

Nanette: Yes. As friends. I didn’t mention anything about sex.

VaniVee: :////////////

ranger danger: LOLOLOLOL

no: uh….

TUCKerware: lls iz she joshin

ranger danger: I’M SORRY

ranger danger: IMAGINE THINKING YOU CAN INFLUENCE SOMETHING THAT’S BEEN AROUND SINCE BEFORE YOU’D BEEN THOUGHT OF

ranger danger: its the audacity for me

no: What’s wrong with you and ranger being friends? You’re literally dating *her*, aren’t you?

Nanette: That’s when the wedding part of her question came up. She asked: ‘Since you all are so close, would he be like, the best man at our wedding?’

ranger danger: if u ever get married nan, i fucking better be

ranger danger: i will cry if i’m not

VaniVee: speaking of weddings, i was going to ask you to be my maid of honor whenever i get married nan!! ; 3;

VaniVee: i would love to see you in a champagne dress it would match ur skintone so well ; 3;

Nanette: Vani I would do anything for you.

VaniVee: OR!!! you could wear a champagne jumpsuit if you’d like!

VaniVee: i just want to see you in champagne!!!!

VaniVee: or rose gold?? :000

TUCKerware: wht colors wld u prefer vani?

ranger danger: wouldn’t you like to know, lover boy

TUCKerware: Shut The Fuck Up.

ranger danger: LMAO he had to use big boy words for that one roge

no: hahahaha

Nanette: I told her that it would be too early to consider a wedding between the two of us, and as it were, I would marry Ranger before I married her. However, if I were to get married to anyone else, he would be my best man without question.

ranger danger: nan what are you saying

ranger danger: like bby if you wanted to get hitched that’s all you had to say <3

Nanette: When do you want to go to the courthouse?

ranger danger: oh my god forreal

Nanette: I need health insurance.

ranger danger: TOO RIGHT

ranger danger: but no seriously would you actually marry me

ranger danger: not in like a romantic way because like

ranger danger: ew

ranger danger: but in a platonic way?

ranger danger: like ur my soulmate nan

ranger danger: u get me.

ranger danger: i know i’m like ur side hoe but like hear me out

no: Is ranger proposing in our group chat right now?

TUCKerware: shhhhhhh i gt th popcorn

ranger danger: ur the only person i would ever want to sign off on my medical shit

ranger danger: and like owning a house with you sounds lit?

ranger danger: i know we don’t have to be married to do that but like

ranger danger: nan idk how to tell u that ur my favorite person on planet earth

Nanette: You just did lol.

ranger danger: NO BUT LIKE

ranger danger: i know you don’t know what i mean but you know what i mean

ranger danger: right???

ranger danger: ugh finish your story i’m thinking way too hard about this

Nanette: If it’s any consolation, I don’t think you’re thinking about this too hard. In any relationship that I’m in, if they aren’t cool with you then I’m not interested in them. You come first for me, always.

VaniVee: I’M CRYING??? THIS IS SO SWEET?????

ranger danger: YOU’RE CRYING I’M WEEPING

ranger danger: NAN WTF DON’T VALIDATE ME LIKE THIS

ranger danger: I’M A NUISANCE

Nanette: Yes, but you’re my nuisance. My favorite headache.

ranger danger: even over ur girl tho ??

ranger danger: i guess i don’t know what you’d be getting out of getting hitched with me

ranger danger: aren’t marriages supposed to be like a romantic thing ??

ranger danger: idk u allos explain this to me

no: Well technically marriage’s are just saying this is someone I trust enough to conjoin taxes with for the rest of my life.

no: So I don’t see why you and nan couldn’t get married.

no: You’re both financially capable to have a successful union

TUCKerware: lls rogeeeee

no: Is it obvious that my views on a successful marriage have been skewed?

VaniVee: i’ve heard about friends getting married all the time!!! aside from all the benefits like roge is talking about, being best friends and wanting to put that relationship before anything else isn’t weird!!!! i’ve seen people talking about it online!!!! especially aromantic people!!!

ranger danger: huh

ranger danger: sometimes i feel like i’m bad at being queer lol i know nothing about this stuff

TUCKerware: sme bro

TUCKerware: bt liek. its not liek theres a LAW sayng u gtta b in LUV to be married

TUCKerware: liek ukno romanticlaly

ranger danger: *romantically

TUCKerware: so if u and nan want to get married because you feel the most comfortable with each other and no one else can get between you two, why not?

ranger danger: damn he used real words for me and everything

Nanette: It’s not something we have to make a decision on right this second or anything. But I do hope you know that your fondness is more than definitely reciprocated, Ranger.

ranger danger: i’m actually crying at work rn i hate y’all

TUCKerware: dnt get it in2 th beeeerrrrr

TUCKerware: i shld pck u up frm wrk 2day

TUCKerware: im arnd there rn lol

TUCKerware: wht time u gt off?

ranger danger: whenever you’re clocking in big boy

ranger danger: i’ll see myself out

TUCKerware: ;))))

ranger danger: i get off at like 9 i came in early tonight so i’m coming home with shit money

VaniVee: :((((((

VaniVee: but that means you’re free this weekend right!!!! RIGHT???? >:((

ranger danger: LMAO yes queen i took off for our sleepover

VaniVee: good <3

VaniVee: and roge, you’re still coming right?? you can bring mittens!!

Nanette: Ah, yes. The Feline.

no: <3<3<3 I’ll be heading over in a bit! I’ll stop by the store to get some extra food, if you don’t mind me using your kitchen, Vani?

VaniVee: roge i am begging you to use my kitchen.

VaniVee: I GOT A LAZY SUSAN SPICE RACK JUST FOR YOU!!!!

no: Vani!!!! You’re too sweet!!!! No!!!! I’m gonna make you so much cake!!!!

VaniVee: YES!!!! CAKE!!!!! <3<3<3

ranger danger: also don’t worry future wife i have ur allergy meds

Nanette: Thank you, future husband <3

ranger danger: !!!!!!

ranger danger: i think that just killed me actually

TUCKerware: llssssss

VaniVee: im gonna start setting up for the sleepover!! see y’all soon!! ilyyy <3

TUCKerware: ily2!

ranger danger: see how he’s the first to respond roge lol

no: hahaha

TUCKerware: I Will Shit In Your Mouth

ranger danger: do it pussy

Nanette: Boys, behave.

no: See y’all soon!

ranger danger: my boss is yelling at me to get off my phone lol whOOps

Nanette: Vani, I’ll be there soon.

VaniVee: kk <3<3

#s: sixteen candles #ren writing

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