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#let them defect
don't answer if you don't wanna pep, but who else do you wish could have seen it?
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Pep: "Em ekil... Srehto eht... Yeht..."
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"I'll be seeing you In every lovely summer's day In everything that's light and gay I'll always think of you that way I'll find you In the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you~
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Pep: "Lla meht naht reggib tol a saw I. Deracs erew tsom kniht I. Airezzip ym morf yawa deyats srehto eht fo tsom. Tsrif ta enola saw I, rebmemer nac I sa raf sa."
Pep: "Emit revo wef a fo tsurt eht denrae I tub."
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Pep: "Rehtegot yalp d'ew. Rehtegot tae d'ew. Rehtegot peels d'ew. Ecin saw ti."
Pep: "Meht tcetorp dluow I."
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Pep: "Deneppah thgif eht neht dna."
Pep: "Hcum rebmemer t'nod I. Yrgna os saw I."
Pep: "Enog. Erew yeht, sesnes ym ot emac I nehw tub..."
Pep: "Enog tsuj. Meht fo lla... Meht fo yna dnif t'ndluoc I."
Pep: "Em ekat. Ti tel tsuj ot gniog saw I, llaf ot detrats rewot eht nehw..."
Pep: "Meht tuohtiw tniop eht eb dluow tahw...?"
Pep: "Mih fo ypoc evitcefed a gnieb ecnetsixe ym etipsed dna hguorht tnew eh lla etipsed em devas Onippep tub."
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Pep: "Oot tuo tog yeht epoh I... Oot tuo tog yeht ebyam dna..."
Pep: "Sesimorp ym peek ot deliaf I fi wonk ot deracs. Si hturt eht tahw fo deracs. Deracs. M'I tub, hcraes ot deirt ev'I..."
Pep: "Dna ssarg eht dna-a yks eht ees ot teg yeht sepoh em fo trap tub-!"
Pep: *sobbing*
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jaguarys · 10 months
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For the record I don't think the Sannin had some sort of dramatic falling out. I think they grew apart in a way that they almost didn't notice. I think they found different interests, different people, and no matter how much they told themselves they were still as close as they'd always been they weren't. And I think it was a process of continually realizing these people aren't who you idealized in your mind; that they are maybe, kind of, sort of bad people; that they have done things you can't ignore, and that, maybe, they are your enemies. But there's no closure there. There's no sense of relief to be gained. Because you love them. You love them more than anyone in the world–– more than your students, more than your spouse, more than your family, more than your village. They know more about you than anyone ever will or ever could. They hold pieces of you, not only in your knowledge, not only in your youth, but in your soul, because they are one-third of it. You know them more, and less, than anyone could, and definitely more than you should
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laniidae-passerine · 6 months
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I’m probably deeply biased because he is played by Rahul Kohli but I’m on the 4th episode of The Fall of the House of Usher and I’m finding Leo Usher significantly more sympathetic than his siblings
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cosmicswritings · 5 months
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while megatron is a natural carrier and has carried many times in his life, starscream isn't, has never carried and it's not something he can naturally do, even though he wants to do it. in a lot of my aus, esp my tfp aus, the two of them run into a lot of trouble when they get together regarding starscream and carrying. it's weird to him because seekers don't ever carry, they are great sires- he's carried with seekers before during the war and even a bit after. And like all seekers, megatron just realizes starscream can't carry naturally, but it's still a desire of his and while megatron has only ever carried, he doesn't mind siring for starscream just because of how close they are. or at least, attempting to. starscream has to get a lot of procedures done to do it, many failed and unsuccessful. It's a first for siring for megatron too but he wants to do it with starscream.
the point of this little fic and running au of mine is that, while starscream has so many difficulties carrying, megatron is there for him. with every failed procedure and how depressed starscream is, he tells starscream about his own experiences to make him feel better. starscream eventually asks about it, how it feels, what it's like, emergence, etc. and when things don't work for starscream the first few times, megatron is always there to encourage him, and he convinces starscream not to give up.
eventually, things do work out and starscream is able to carry multiple times, but starscream enjoys hearing a lot about megatron's experiences. Starscream also listens carefully to what Megatron says about his past. He had many relationships where he was happy with his partners, and he carried and he and those sparklings are in close contact, but there are some more somber stories, where Megatron's sparklings were taken away from him when he was in the mines, where he was only used as property to produce more miners and he's lost those sparklings. Or where shortly after he had his sparklings, his partners took them from him no trusting him to be a good carrier (during the war)
Obviously, Starscream takes it upon himself to track down megatron's missing children, the ones he's lost contact with, the ones he doesn't know, etc. This isn't something unique to my tfp stories, where this au started. In most of my fics, Starscream goes looking for all the children taken from Megatron while he was carrying.
But the gist of this is that, Starscream has a lot of issues and difficulties with carrying because seekers aren't built for it, but megatron is always there to help him and make him feel like less of a failure and also help him after his emergances, because it's incredibly difficult for starscream.
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extrasfromthevoid · 2 months
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Oracle Trance -- Caught in The Moirai's Threads
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I haven’t talked a lot about Milo’s power of clairvoyance yet, which is as shame because it’s such an integral part of her character! So many of her choices and so much of her personality are informed by this power, for better or worse
So.
Milo has foreseen the return of The Shredder since she was a literal infant. And as a literal infant, Milo couldn’t exactly articulate what it was about her “dreams” that distressed her so much. She woke up crying a lot, which her birth parents hated greatly because to an outside perspective, it seemed like she cried for no reason.
Those visions got graphic. As in, “experience the brutal deaths of yourself, your loved ones, and the entire world” levels of graphic. Her visions are primarily visual and tactile (you know how sometimes if you get hurt in a dream, you not only feel it in the dream but you get this weird phantom feeling where you got hurt when you wake up ? It’s basically that). When Milo was young, the content of the visions were poorly defined. Anything but the MAIN subject of the vision would be hazy shapes and blobs of color. This changes as she grows older and grows more in tune with her power.
The way it works is that Milo can perceive the unwoven threads of time and chance. Each thread represents a possible outcome and is made up of hundreds of thousands of variables. The aesthetic for time that I'm going for is--obviously--that of woven fabric.
The past is the pattern that's already been woven.
The present is what is currently being added to the overall fabric.
The future is the threads that have yet to be added and incorporated.
For her part, Milo can only see the unwoven threads.
Since there's so many loose threads and possibilities, it's easy for Milo to get "snagged" in them and have to view these futures continuously until she untangles her consciousness from these endless possible futures. This is what a waking vision (or an oracle trance) ultimately is. While in this state, if people ask Milo questions pertaining to the future, the threads with the answers to those questions become magnetized to her (like static, really), and only serves to entangle her further and make it harder and more difficult for Milo to separate her consciousness from her power. In fact, it would be insanely easy for Milo to get permanently stuck in this state because the threads of possibility she gets entangled in are unbreakable, so the only way out is to untangle herself (and anyone who's ever worked with thread or yarn knows how easily a Gordian Knot can form when you least want it).
What's more, being in a waking vision/oracle trance is not unlike having sleep paralysis. She's still somewhat conscious, her visions projecting themselves to her on her surroundings, but her thoughts outside her visions are sluggish--unable to fully divorce the visions from reality as she would normally--and her body is fully paralyzed.
(Eternity trapped in a waking vision is an unfortunate fate that many oracles have fallen prey to as in most cases, the people around them would value access to their power over them as people.)
The best way to deal with waking visions is for Milo to be left alone with minimal stimulation, so she can untangle herself in peace. The process can still take a while depending on how tangled she is, but it usually takes at least two days.
Milo gets her visions when she sleeps, though they don't happen every time she sleeps. She generally can sense when a vision is coming, especially if it's going to be very intense (those ones are proceeded with what Milo has dubbed "prelude migraines"). She doesn't have much control over what her visions show her, but the things that she thinks of most can influence them. And since Milo thinks a lot about The Shredder's return and keeping her family safe, these things feature frequently.
Being exposed to abrupt stimulus during these visions is what triggers a waking vision/oracle trance.
(Her brothers learned that the hard way when they were young. After experiencing one of Milo's waking visions for the first time, they collectively became pretty protective of her when they know she's having visions now that they are aware of just how vulnerable she is during this time)
ALSO
I've finally decided on what Milo's true origins (i.e. pre-Draxum origins) are! I've mostly been defaulting to my crossover origins, but I figured one out that is no crossover required!
(I'm still keeping Milo's universe DC adjacent because I have some very specific funny references I want to include)
So. Where did Milo come from? Why does she have such a frankly OP/meta power from birth?
Well...what race of people do we know of from the TMNT universe that collectively have mystical time powers and mysterious origins?
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Time Masters, babyyy~~
#void's art#rottmnt oc: milo hamato#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#teenage mutant ninja turtles#holy multiple light sources batman#i...honestly didnt even know how to BEGIN to shade and highlight this piece so i kind of gave up and did my best#the fact that I put Milo in a blue totk!zelda-style dress is VERY intentional :)#blue is the color that time masters' power takes and time masters have powers related to the past#milo on the other hand is an outlier w her golden yellow future powers#I’ve ended up assigning the time masters a greco-zonai aesthetic style bc every time I think of Milo’s powers I think oracle of delphi#and the fates (and maybe the norns). and i just...instinctively put milo in a totk!zelda dress so theres also that#even tho the time masters aren’t JUST a bunch of crusty European dudes (they are a bunch of arrogant past-obsessed jerks tho)#anyway. milo’s dress#it’s meant to be a nod towards her heritage as a time master so whenever she’s in her oracle mind space she’ll be wearing that#milo doesn’t know what time masters are let alone that she IS one bc she was a literal toddler when she was abandoned in nyc by her father#her father had been trying to get rid of his ‘’defective’’ offspring for a while but she kept coming back#another reason I conflated the time masters w Greek myth is bc Milo’s father tried to do w her what all greek kings did w unwanted kids:#abandon them in the wilderness to die from exposure so they didnt have to do DIRECT infanticide#yeah...milo's birth father is a real piece of work#also the transparent blue crown thing w the yellow eye-dots is supposed to be a time master head piece#i somehow conflated the helmet renet wore in 12!tmnt w a jack kirby galactus helmet lmao#(i actually like this design tho so i dont think i'll change it. maybe i'll design a few alternates but i'll stick w this one :3)#for a regular time master like milo's sperm donor it would be plain blue...but she's got the 'yellow impurity' so it shows through#my time masters are all about the orderly preservation and curation of the past. they have no patience or reverence for the chaotic future#hence why milo was deemed 'defective' and cast out#tag rambles
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beltsourcookie · 1 year
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humans in cr universe + theory
fucking insane that devsis actually chose to be explicit about the existence of humans in cookie run lore not a lot of franchises do this (looking at you nintendo games) because of fear that comes from projection that comes from humans
BUT THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT COOKIES ARE
2 groups of magical humans loved cookies dearly because they could project themselves on cookies
1 group projected science and perfection and precision and cherished their creation by not eating it, but refused to accept failures and even made laws to discard failures and ultimately project human hierarchy onto their creations
1 group projected identity and wonder and even rebellion for their cookies, but they do not cherish and instead, devour their creation because theyre not perfect cookies, theyre just a fun magic recipe that can be manipulated from creativity
honestly have a theory that there are humans beyond magic, but more for lab scientists and other groups on humans judging by the fact that ovenbreak has different categories for cookies
lemon being created in a lab due to his high acidity and being given electrical powers and scientists want to study the limits of cookies
musterd and wasabi being cookies of the savoury variety because a group of humans decided they wanted nonsweet cookies
the entire creme republic being a religious land because their creators wanted to project beliefs onto them and be traditional sweets
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spotaus · 8 days
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Fun fact: Dream and Nightmare in my Ec-4o.verse setting are a package deal! They're both robots (Ectos) but their designs directly compliment eachother. Dream is (practically) an infinite power source for magical/electrical energy. Nightmare is a walking EMP that short-circuits all tech around him.
Their settings can be changed to be more or less intense, but Nightmare must be within a 2 mile radius of Dream or else he'll shut down, and Dream will start to overheat if he's too far from Night for too long.
There's a bit of animosity between them (largely due to Pre-war factors) but by the time they enter the story they're back on speaking terms.
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yes-i-read-sappho · 1 year
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I have no evidence for this other than vibes and a deep sense of certainty, but teen skk 100% pierced each others ears. It was an act of violence with sewing needles a la Parent Trap. It started as a dare and neither of them were willing to back down and they both (but especially Dazai) complained incessantly about the pain (because they've both experienced much worse and it's fun to act like that isn't the case for a few moments)
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marinehero-a · 1 year
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Rotates sengoku n garp rotates sengoku n garp rotates sengoku n garp—
#{ ooc } ✗ 「 wenp reporter 」#tbd.#[ ignore this i am Very sleep deprived n having Many blorbo feelings#[ just when the serious guy n silly guy but also they balance n help n trust each other#[ and the friendship that is real but at times strained because of duty bc one is married to it and the other#[ is as well but lot less willingly but just needs the other in order to stay in check#[ and just Fleet Admiral and Marine Hero and the 'You two have led the navy together since rogers days' and the#[ garp asking sengoku to not let go or else he'd kill akainu#[ and the sengoku being stressed n frustrated with garp but letting him do his thing anyway#[ or at least closing his eyes bc they both know he already knows but he has to close his eyes or else he'd have to do something about it#[ just shaking them today has been a think ab blorbo and their bestie kind of day#[ just!!! Thinks ab them#[ one of the fic involving them i was writing that i never finished was heehoo garp does something n defects#[ and has conversation with sengoku where just 'lmao its me you had to have seen it coming' and 'no i didnt' and thinks ab that—#[ bc they trust and know each other or at least thats what they thoughtand thinks ab it in context where garp defects bc#[ in doing so he loses and backstab his closest friends and just thinks ab that in regards to someone who Values friendship highly#[ and also thinks a tsuru but thats another post and just!!@@#[ thinks ab old gen n relationships and tragedies#[ and goes to sleep gjskg
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by which of course you mean "you didn't need twitch reflexes to experience what remains of edith finch but you do now. i haven't examined why people choose to play the games they do and not other games and just assume everyone except me is a homogenous blob of Art Haters who need to be hazed"
where do these people come from. can we like. stop them somehow.
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Whumpay - Promises (M(T)PJ:DD)
My (Twisted) Pokémon Journey Snippets Masterlist
Prompts:
Day 29 - "I won't let them hurt you anymore."
Day 30 - Nightmares
I have done a LOT of Italian homework in the last few days and I apparently thought a good way to decompress was to participate in another of the Whump Month Challenges for a hot second, that being @whumpay!
Check the tags for content warnings.
This is a part of the fourth/fifth book of Crystal's story, Ditto Defect. The long and short of it is that Crystal can use Transform, she starts having ~issues~ with controlling it, and she is found out. This is set in Unova, but touched on past events (from her current moment, it is considered the past). I have snippets of DD so it's a bit more random with organization.
1.2k words under the cut.
Crystal’s world had been reduced back to an observation chamber in the P2 Laboratory, stuck in the familiar form of a Ninetales instead of her own body, but this time, it wasn’t Team Plasma scientists who visited her.
     It wasn’t even a human.
     This time, Dusknoir – The Great Dusknoir, Primal-Dialga’s-right-hand Dusknoir, Dusknoir from the Future – haughtily, leisurely, levitated into view. 
     “We didn’t even need to do anything, and you were served to us on a silver platter.”
     Crystal didn’t know who us included, but she glared at him – glared like she did before, at the Stockade. Glared like Grovyle and Celebi were there to back her up. Glared like she wasn’t trapped in the very place that sucked out every ounce of hope and replaced it with gallons of dread.
     He continued, “You refuse to become a weapon—”
     That’s not Dusknoir.
     “—but we have ways to arrange that.”
     That’s not Dusknoir’s voice.
     “You’ll wish we gave you something to do, but, alas,” he shrugged and gave her a pitying look. It quickly turned into a sneer. “You continue to resist, so we need to alter the stimulus.”
     Is Dusknoir using Sebastian’s voice?
     Dusknoir’s form started to shift, the dark colors gave way to the white of a lab coat, and his bulky form thinned into the shape of a human. Sebastian.
     “I’ll let you be for now,” he said with another sneer. “We’ll get to the tests soon enough, but... well, isn’t the human mind such a scary thing? You won’t have sentient thoughts, soon, but while you do, we’ll use those against you. We’ll use everything against you,” he promised, relishing in the threat. “I want to see what you’ll use against yourself.”
     He strolled out of view, as casually as he had come.
     Crystal took a step forward—
     Something solid pulled around her neck, and she heard the clink, clink of chain links behind her. She turned and saw a chain leading from a hook on the wall to the back of her neck. She couldn’t see the collar, but she knew it had to be there – she reached up, finding a few things dangling, as if they were charms or tags for non-battling Pokémon companions.
     One of them burned red-hot. Crystal jerked her paw away, and saw that the fur had burned away and singed on the edges, burning even the skin. I’m a Ninetales, I should be immune to fire damage and burns like this with Flash Fire.
     But the singed fur started spreading – slowly at first, but noticeably. It turned an ashy grey, then darkened to charcoal, a burning heat following.
     The burn started glowing a golden-orange color, searing away the skin with a molten intensity. Something poked through – even in the pain, one train of thought managed, Crystalline. Unfamiliar. 
     Finally, it burned through her mane – whatever hung off of her collar, it burned through the fur, and she could finally smell burning flesh and fur. And something pushing through the skin.
     Crystal doubled over and saw the crystal on her paw growing, actively growing, turning into a sharp spike of molten pain. Fire raced through her veins, all of it starting from the burn on her chest or her paw.
      “I won’t let them hurt you anymore.”
     The soft voice, the calming voice, soothed the fire she should have been immune to. She glanced up, still in pain, but it had started receding to a dull throb of heat.
     N watched her, concerned. He had opened the door to the chamber, he had a key in hand. “I’m going to set you free.”
     Memories surfaced – memories of emotion. Betrayal. Distrust. Fear. Anger. Fear. Anger. Fight or flight – she couldn’t run, not with the collar. Her fur started bristling in warning, she bore her fangs at him as her own fire raced up her throat, burning it with the golden flames. Her summoned Will-o-Wisps met N, and he halted.
     “Crystal, it’s N. Do you remember me?” He studied her, worry in his eyes. She could se him thinking, What did they do to you?
     I remember you. You are why I’m trapped here. You’re why I am like this.
     “Something’s wrong. We can fix it after I get that collar off.”
     Crystal growled louder.
     Then she blinked, and it was her brother – Kevin? – standing there with the key.
     “Let’s hurry and get out,” he said. “I don’t like those crystals.”
     An ever growing urge began inside, Crystal’s vision pulsed as she stared at Kevin’s neck – fixated on his jugular veins, the pulse she could hear, almost feel.
     He turned the key, unlocking the collar. She felt it come loose, but the burning only grew and spread, even as she left behind whatever had started it.
     “Come, we must go before they return.”
     That voice wasn’t Kevin.
     Crystal looked up and saw N, this time in his kingly regalia.
     She lunged at him, reaching for his throat with her teeth. She wanted the warm blood, she wanted his lifeforce, she wanted him dead. She wanted revenge. Someone else should pay for what they’ve done.
     She blinked again— and Kevin’s eyes, terrified eyes and his horrible blood spilling out of his throat, his hands reaching up and only coming away bloody.
     She couldn’t meet the betrayal in his eyes, couldn’t watch the life leave his eyes.
     Crystal knew when his heart stopped. She knew when he died.
     Looking back at the body— it was N.
     Footsteps sounded from outside the chamber, and Kevin walked into the bloody, gruesome sene.
     The two of them locked eyes – and Kevin hurriedly backed out and shut the door, the lock clicking into place.
     The burning stopped. The crystals fell out, leaving gaping holes in her chest and paw – one spilling more blood than the other, as it mixed with N’s.
     “There’s no saving you from this,” Kevin said, pointing at N’s body. “I won’t let them hurt you anymore – but you can’t be allowed to li—”
Crystal shot awake in her bed, heart pounding, phantom burns on her chest and hand. She hurried out of bed, down the hall, looking for Kevin’s room. Once she got to it, she opened the door slowly, listening.
     She heard slow, rhythmic breathing. Light snores. The blankets moved as he shifted position. Thank Arceus, you're alive. She quietly closed the door, focusing on breathing slowly to calm her heart.
     The dream slowly released her, the emotions receding as she re-oriented herself in reality.
     Soft footfalls on the carpet caught Crystal’s attention, her adrenaline ramping up again—
     “Syl?” her Sylveon said quietly, slowly approaching. In the near-darkness, Crystal could see Sylveon’s ribbon-like feelers reaching toward her.
     She reached out to Sylveon, and the feelers gently wrapped around Crystal's arm. “I’m okay,” she whispered, walking back toward her room as Sylveon fell into step beside her, guiding her. 
     Crystal doubted that Sylveon believed her, but at the same time, Sylveon couldn’t outright interrogate her, either. I just need your comforting presence and to go back to sleep.
     She settled into bed, Sylveon curling up against Crystal, her feelers loosely draped over her and on her arm.
     It was just a dream. She had to tell herself that, she had to believe it. It was just a nightmare.
     Crystal closed her eyes, focusing on Slyveon’s presence. The lulling warmth contrasted the burning from earlier, a kind feeling and not a fierce one. She relaxed, lulled into a half-sleep as thoughts mixed with memories at random, the kind of liquid chaos a brain makes on its way to sleep.
Oh, my, a voice in her head drawled, sourceless and ethereal. You’re more qualified to torment yourself than I am, aren’t you? You’re much better at this than I am. After all – I was just the spark, so to speak. But the rest? My dear, that was all you.
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mewmewchann · 1 year
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so because it’s White Day, I figured it’d be fun to doodle costume ideas based on the White Day banners for Memento Rosa!
...And yes Kiyoshi’s is based on Vaxildan idgaf
(warning: I ramble a LOT in the tags)
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ssshh-im-a-secret · 1 year
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My night can be summed up with a few short stories and a picture.
In case you weren't aware, I work in retail, specifically on the sales floor. Here's everything that happened tonight (not necessarily in this order):
When I first came in there were kids having a silly string fight.
As I left the backroom to bring all the go-backs (things from my section left in other sections) to my sections there were two little kids pretending to have a fistfight.
I scared a grown man shitless when I gave him a nasty look for bouncing a basketball up and down my section.
A very nice older man who didn't speak much English asked for help. I don't speak Spanish, but I was able to get a Spanish-speaking coworker to help him. He found what he needed!
I had to take two surveys, during which I stopped to help at least two coworkers get into the equipment room.
Not only did I have to carry a rug out of the go-back room, but I also had to carry it through the back hallways, through the store, and to the rug aisle.
I learned that we've either gotten a new worker for the go-back room or people have stopped scanning as so many things going in the wrong carts. (Ex. soap dispensers in the kitchen section, a cement flower pot in my section, towels in the toy/Disney section, and toothbrush holders in the kitchen section)
Cheesecake bites in the towel section. I need not say more.
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And finally, this legendary child.
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Who needed a sugar fix like I've never seen before.
Bit through the fucking marshmallow bag!
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gauntlets-shot · 1 year
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"Rule number one: If it beeps, get rid of it! Rule number two: If it beeps faster, GET RID OF IT FASTER!" (Jinx after probably having 'saved' Caitlyn from a grenade, maybe someone kidnapped Vi and these two accidentally happen to run into each other because of the same goal)
"I know, I'm not an idiot!" Caitlyn snapped as she scrambled back onto her feet. The other had gripped part of her top to yank her back from a grenade that nearly blew their eyebrows off and once she was up and standing, she pulled herself away before she continued running with the one and only, Jinx. How could she have gotten herself into this mess? Everything happened so fast, one second she was relaxing in her home in Piltover with Vi and the next she was back in Zaun running for her life with Jinx of all people.
"Stop treating me like I'm some child who left the house for the first time!" Caitlyn chastised as she continued making a run for it, her rifle safely tucked away in her back satchel. "I know we don't see eye to eye at all but we need to trust each other if you want Vi back." Funny. She had said the same thing to Vi when they first met. Must be a family thing.
Caitlyn scanned the surrounding area before she suggested they stop to catch their breaths. She propped herself up against a nearby wall and let out a bit of a groan. She had never run that fast in her life. "My foot slipped," The sniper spoke weakly in terms of why they had to run. She should've been more careful, the place was littered with traps. "Got any other ideas on how to break in? We'll surely get caught if we try going in that way again."
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denkies · 1 year
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The way Teruko talks is SOO chuuni. I hope she gets more development in the manga so I can like her, bc she's funny as hell
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dullahandyke · 1 year
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Me when I remember that my ocs have interpersonal relationships
#like obvi i love ames and ringo to death#but man recently ALL my thought have been on the sacrificial triad <- need to come up w a better name for them#like mfw thea and miren and shirley fuck each other up irreparably while raph spurs it on#and thea died long ago but he needed to live so badly#and MIREN miren the eldest sibling with nothing but their brother needed him to live so badly#that thea commandeered mirens body through possession and miren let him#and mirens entire life was consumed and theyre constantly exhausted from the energy theyre giving up#but thea is There and thats enough for them#and maybe they've been looking for something to devote themselves entirely to and not have to make decisions for#SPEAKING OF WHICH. SHIRLEY!#shirley who helped thea hide his own body and tried to help him find his killer#who bonded to the diez siblings and fell in love with thea#but shirley is a detective in a corrupt police force and the guilt of all the cover-ups is killing her#and she knowingly causes more situations like theas for the sake of protecting their triad#but the guilt threatens to swallow her whole so she turns to luck and flips coins to make her decisions#and she turns to thea and he comforts her and reassures her and tells her that the only thing she can do is go along with it#to make sure that none of their necks end up on the plate bcos she could never hope to defect and get away with it#so shirley throws herself into that mindset with theas encouragement#and THEN she sees that she CAN make differences that she DOESNT have to take everything lying down#and she realises that she is deep in this hole and thea is the one who told her to dig#thea whos the only one that shes trusted and confided in for years and all that trust shatters in a second#meanwhile in the leadup to this thea himself has been slowly realising that defiance is an option#but he cannot make the leap because he died by defiance before and if he dies again it will be mirens body that goes#and hes been digging this hole with shirley for so long that he doesnt know how to stop#so he hopes that if he keeps digging he can make it out of this unscathed (he will not)#um ja so basically forthea divorce arc mystery solved arc miren lost arc#they are in my thoughts and brain
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