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toji-bunny-girl · 1 year

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CONTENTS— swearing, supa bratty!reader (idk, kinda like powy), dom!aki, kinda ooc aki but wtv 👆👆, tw!Makima, smut, angst, cry baby reader, jealousy, brat taming, spanking, teasing, fingering, orgasm denial FROM @kult-o— Aki Hayakawa with bratty fiend reader A/N— pretty dang short but I’m sleep deprived 🤮🤮 NEWAY girly just opened my third fucking eye with brat tamer aki 👩‍🦽💨💨

“You’re acting like a freaking brat,” Aki mumbled into your ear, large hands grabbing your arm as his weight pushed you against the wall. Clicking your tongue, you tried to buck against his tightening hold—which only ended up futile.

“Get off, bastard!” you huffed, giving up trying to free yourself from him as you turned your head to face the wall, refusing to let him see the prickling tears in your eyes.

“Makima-san gave you a life here, and yet how could you treat her like that?“ you didn’t need to look at him to know that he’s already got a frown plastered on his face.

Makima this, Makima that. It’s like she’s the only one on his mind, and you hated the thought of it. You just got tired of how he wags his tail at her as if he’s her dog and was slightly annoyed at them. And now he’s getting all protective over her?

“Fuck you, and fuck Makima! Fuck everyone! I hate my life!” you wailed, letting your tears and jealousy flow out in front of Aki. You don’t even care anymore about acting cool, you just couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“—19!” you choked back your tears as another sharp slap rang in the bedroom, your skin going numb and your body jerking from Aki’s ruthless palm as he strikes yet againonto your reddened skin. There you were over his lap, with your skirt pulled over to reveal your bare and swollen ass while you were made to count your punishments.

“Are you going to apologise to Makima-san tomorrow?” his cool voice contrasted with the burning sting he afflicted onto you, and it’s as if he has no problem giving you such a harsh punishment.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go to her and tell her to suck my dick,” the defiance was still unyielding in you albeit you didn’t want to be punished any longer. But to be reminded with every throb on your skin that you’re in this situation because of her, it does nothing but make you despise Makima even more.

Aki sighed, shifting your weight on his lap while you stared hard at your puddle of tears on the ground. “She’s kind and gentle. So why would you treat her with such disrespect?”

“Well, I don’t get why you like her so much. All you do is bark or fetch whenever she wants you to!” you sobbed, vision beginning to blur with tears again. “When are you going to like me then?”

Silence served in the air before you managed yourself off of Aki’s lap, wobbly legs making themselves towards the door until a sudden pull brought you into his arms.

“Are you saying that I’m Makima-san’s mutt?” his breath tickled your skin as he whispered low against the back of your neck, the cool scent of his filling up your nostrils as the blush on your cheeks grew thick.

His hands found themselves resting on your thigh and another on your tummy, smoothing over the skin where his long fingers could stroke. Shock took over every nerve of your body, making it almost impossible to move while your heart twisted and squeezed in all burning ways.

“Not gonna come back with another snarky remark?” you didn’t need to turn your head to know that there was a smirk on his lips and if it was any other day, any other situation, and a normal you—you would’ve tried anything to wipe that triumphant smile off his face.

After all, what could you do in this circumstance surrounded by his warmth and scent? “Y-You—” you tried to speak but embarrassingly found yourself only capable of stuttering out your words.

Just as you were about the turn your head to glare at him, he suddenly crashed his lips onto you, and all angry fronts fell apart at once. You let him shift your body to straddle him, immersed in the way his plump lips felt and the minty taste of him while his hands wandered over your body.

“Aki…” you moaned his name when your lips parted, the air heavy and hot as you blinked at him through your eyelids, intoxicated from the kiss.

He only sucked the air through his teeth in return, palming your ass from underneath your skirt and smoothing his palm over your skin. His lips trailed up your neck and a shiver slithered along your back as you threw your head back into the air. Slipping off your top, Aki’s breath hit your chest the moment you revealed yourself bare to him, the hair on your skin standing tall before he let his tongue twirl and flick your nipple while his fingers were kept busy rolling your other bud.

“Fuck,” you breathed, locking your hands around his neck. Peering down at him, his gaze caught yours and a blush grew crimson on your cheeks. The man you’ve always liked now pleasuring your body with such expertise centralised on hearing you moan his name from his touch.

Lifting you to have you lay on the bed, Aki’s hand reached between your thighs, rubbing against your panties before his thumb drew slow circles on your clit. Your arms brought him closer to your face by his neck, drawing out moans against his lips before nipping his lower one when his finger quickened.

A soft frown itched itself between your eyebrows when he paused in a sudden, a slight annoyance blooming inside your chest from a missed orgasm. He pulled his body away from you before his hands tugged the waistband of your panties down and off your ankles, his tongue swiping across his lips to wet them as he inhaled the sight of you lying almost naked in front of him.

A spark of lust danced in his dark eyes as he watched the perverted look on your face—hazy eyes blinking up at him with tears still clinging onto your eyelashes and your lips were swollen as the evidence of his kiss.

Moving forward to hover over you, Aki slipped two long fingers of his into you while noting the way you sink your teeth into your bottom lip and chest tugged upwards into the air in a sharp inhale.

“Haah—” you gasped when his digits started moving in and out of you, slowly rubbing over the smooth walls of your cunt and the soft spot deep inside. Your thighs tried to clamp close when his pace fastened after a few long strokes, your sensitivity growing almost too much after his fingers unrelentingly hit your g-spot over again. But you were simply in no match with Aki’s strength when his hand grabbed one of your thighs still, making you capable of only crying and screaming aloud.

“Please, Aki! M’gonna cum!” the sheets was crumpled up in your hands as you arched your back, tears of pleasure prickling at the ends of your eyes as you felt a strong wave of orgasm building up inside your tummy. All you needed was the last push to have it all wash over you, just a little bit more to send your mind blank.

Yet instead of another promised stroke, all you got was the absence of his digits in your needy cunt, dripping and yearning for something. Then as you lifted your head to glance at Aki, all you see was another smirk on his face—

“Bad girls don’t get to cum.”

#BUNN—nsfw #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man smut #aki smut #hayakawa aki #csm aki #aki hayakawa #aki x reader #aki x you #csm x reader #csm smut #anime #aki angst #chainsaw man x reader smut #csm

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nightmare-dreamt · 11 months

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hi! i saw your reqs are open and im wondering if matchups are included... if not, please just ignore this! (and im not used to sending matchups so, uh, sorry if i get anything wrong xd)

and i almost forgot! please: Chainsaw Man, Haikyuu, and Demon Slayer. (i saw someone req three, i hope this is okay.)

im an asian girl! and im straight.

personality: i guess i can describe myself as empathetic and thoughtful? i always try to get to the root of the problem to solve it and try to understand everyone's perspective at the same time. i try to be reasonable as i dont want to cause trouble. im pretty insecure about myself and have a hard time cheering myself up. i seem to be always worried/anxious because i overthink everything, i apologize a lot when im nervous. i dont talk a lot in public, i keep to myself most the time. im awkward and im not the best at socialising. im infp!

likes: i love spicy food! my favorite food is anything chicken or as stated earlier, spicy. i also like to read but only fictional or history books, i dont think im into anything specific i just like anything interesting but i guess im a fan of romance, psychological horror, and sci-fi. i also like movies, i noticed that i seem to like action or anything exciting and oddly enough, i like gore to a bearable level. my favorite animals are cats and sharks. i also like draw!

appearance: i think im most likely 5'2? not sure, just know that im short. i have short black hair that seems to curl at the end, i think getting my hair curled as a child stayed with me forever lol. my eyes are brown or maybe black i cant tell. my relatives tell me im pretty pale or light. and i wear eyeglasses! my style, i'd describe it as somewhat normal. i like to wear jackets and such like cardigans. i like wearing long skirts. if its presentable, comfortable, and fits my tastes, i'll wear it..

please and i thank you in advance!

Matchup for Kult-O

Chainsaw Man: Angel Devil

When he doesn't have to work and can just stay home with you beside him the two of you would either read together or watch a movie cuddle up within a blanket. At first, his wings made it difficult to do so, but the two of you found a way around it and now spend every living moment close together.

Getting a cat was a decision the two of you made together, after you begged him for weeks and months to get one. You were thrilled when the two of you left and came back with a fur baby that now got to live with the two of you. You love the sweet creature, but it is sad to say that the cat loves your boyfriend more, always running over to him when he gets home from work. When he lays down the cat is quick to lay next to him all cuddled up into his wings. You have many photos of the two together and sometimes you can't help but feel jealous over the cat for taking your boyfriend, but their cute cat eyes always change your mind.

Haikyuu: Bokuto

He's definitely a personality type of guy, but looks are also important, just not as important as the person's personality. The two of you definitely have to get along or at least have some interests or he won't know what to do and then he'll feel sad. If there aren't any interests then learn about volleyball and talk about it with him, he could go on for hours about the sport and talk about all of the games he's played since he was a kid. Be in for a long conversation that spans out over a week, maybe two.

When he found out about your insecurities, he was immediately on it, grabbing all of your favorite things and spending the whole day with you, explaining why everything about you was perfect and that you shouldn't feel ashamed about anything. If he ever sees you comparing yourself to other people, he'll try his best to distract you or explain why he choose you and not them, talking about all of his favorite things and what made him fall in love with you.

Demon Slayer: Tanjiro

It's known throughout the show that he is a smart and quick thinker so it would make sense for him to have a partner who also has the same mindset. When he found out that you were great at problem solving, he couldn't help but mile, being proud of the achievements and goals you've been able to accomplish by yourself.

On the days where you tend to overthink about things, he makes sure to clear his schedule and be there for you not wanting you to be in that mindset alone. If he's on a mission though, he'll ask someone he trusts to watch over you and tell them to reassure that whatever you're overthinking about will be alright and that there is nothing to worry about. He does the same thing when you over apologize, making sure to say that everyone makes mistakes and that there is no point in apologizing so much that he isn't mad or upset.

#x reader #anime #anime x reader #headcanon #request #matchups #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man #angel devil #csm #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #bokuto kōtarō #bokuto imagines #demon slayer x you #Demon slayer

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deathbyvalentine · 11 months

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Kult Prompts CW: Self-harm, Abuse, ED

Madness

You want to talk madness? Fine. Let's.

Madness is saying no to another helping even though your stomach growls with hunger. Madness is taking a blade to your skin, just once, to double-check that you bleed. It's asking your best actress friend to knee you in the stomach so you can retch more easily, get up the brownie you dared to eat. It's needing a buffer against the world because everything is too much, it practically grazes your sensitive skin. It's waking up in the night covered in cold sweat from dreams you can't remember. It's leaving your arm covered in pink arms, from all the times you've had to pinch yourself, to make sure it was real.

Scalding hot showers. Diets. Not being able to cry. Not being able to scream or even shout. Wearing shoes that rub your toes, wearing dresses that constrict your breath. Feeling like you woke up in odd places, that you sleep walked. Feeling constantly like your body was not your body. Seeing your life as a movie somebody else is directing. Watching that movie as detached as a cinema goer.

Dahlia might not be babbling, might not be convinced she was dead or be plagued by voices but maybe she was mad regardless. She railed against this with her whole being. She was not her mother. All of this was normal. All of it was normal in Hollywood. She was Alice through the Looking Glass in the city of dreams. You had to be like this or risk being left behind entirely. Dahlia was out here surviving.

Just like her mother didn't.

______________________________________________________________ Clouds

It was funny what you could get used to. You could get used to hunger, the ache that if ignored, started to feel like control. You could get used to the madness of a movie set, strangers touching your hair and skin, crying on demand, cameras panning up your legs. Apparently, as it turned out, you can get used to clouds of cicadas, as present as the murky Hollywood air.

When she zoned out, which was often, she found her eyes drifting to them. The swarms were like murmuration - she wondered if anybody had ever tried to read the future in them before. Maybe Hollywood needed its own oracle of Delphi. Breathing in fumes from a steaming grate. She wondered what god an oracle of this place would answer to.

She was repulsed by the insects but she felt sorry for them too. Dying in great numbers, either crushed by cars and feet or just dying from the short time they had been allotted in this world. Their husks littered the sidewalks like autumn leaves and made the same crunch under a sandal. There are creatures that would feel the same about humans she was sure. They didn't have very much time here either.

She wondered if the way this ended was just with them all dying. No more hoards waking up to replace them, no second wave. The skies would empty but be full of death. A certain amount of death was permissible, if you were small. Nobody mourned it. She decided then and there, she would. She would remember the cicadas and be sorry that they died and it was all she could hope that one day, somebody would do the same thing for her too.

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Revelation

In books there was always one revelation, one earth shattering truth that changed the protagonist forever. Dahlia had known for a long time real life was nothing like the books, but this truly hammered it home. She hadn't had one single revelation. She had one after another, her reality ripping apart like tissue paper. Her already fragile sense of self followed soon after.

The world she lived in was just a dream of some absent god. Monsters were real and could tear you apart. She was not her own person but her mother, all over again.

It was difficult to hold all these truths in her head at once. If she tried, the world seemed to fog and blur as if dissolving around her. So she tried not to think of it. Tried to ignore the nagging sense if the back of her head, the promise of something more if she would just break herself a little more to feel it. She wouldn't. She preferred the safe dreamland.

Ray wanted to rage against the mechanism that put them here. Break it apart. Dahlia didn't see the point in vengeance. It wouldn't bring anyone back. It wouldn't make anything right. It would just damage the lives they had built for themselves. She was no true believer in justice. She didn't want to fight for herself, how she had been treated. This was Hollywood. Even if there hadn't been some grand supernatural puppet master, she would have been just as used. It didn't matter who caused it all. It may as well just be another studio exec.

So she had had multiple revelations and refused to change her life at all. Funnily enough, there were no stories about that. Magical chosen ones refused the call to heroism for all of five minutes before giving into fate and ego stroking. That wouldn't be her. Heroes didn't last very long. Not in real life. Not here.

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Hurt Me

The first hit leaves an angry red mark on her face in the shape of an open handprint. Her perfectly Californian tan flares. She doesn't put her hands in front of her face, doesn't stumble backwards. When the next hit isn't open handed, that manages to make her head snap to the side, the impact audible and shocking. The familiar healed hairline crack along her jaw throbs, threatening to re-break. It holds steady though, as does her nose. Thankfully. Her face was her job. Even Brad had known that. She supposed he wouldn't have wanted to be dating a girl with a fucked up face. The hand in her long blonde hair held her steady. She looked unwaveringly into Callie's eyes, even as the tang of blood filled her mouth. It only lasted for a moment.

She hadn't been expected the knee to the stomach, knocking all the air out of her and making her retch, dropping to his knees as she desperately struggled to breathe. Her knees would bloom with bruises later but they would pale in comparison next to what was coming. She put her hands down flat in front of her, about to push herself up to standing. Her hair hung like a curtain, hiding her face from clear view. It was unclear if her eyes were full of tears or dry as a bone. Certainly she didn't seem to be trembling except from the effort of breathing.

Then the kick came, heralded with a sickening crunch. Dahlia knew her body well enough to know that the spreading well of pain meant her ribs had just been broken. Not for the first time. But she had hoped that she had moved past her last. She gasped, which hurt, a lot, making her whimper. Every noise she made was quiet. There were no screams, no yells of pain, no masculine grunts. Just the noise of a wounded creature trying to evade further harm. If there was a porch she would have crawled under it. As it was she stayed on the ground, curled up now as if trying to protect herself from further injury. As if it wasn't already too late. In more ways that one.

Callie now would forever be cast in the role of the girl who hurt her. Not that that would stop Dahlia loving her. It wouldn't even be held against her. Dahlia assumed that sooner or later everyone would hurt her. It wasn't a comment on them. It was a comment on her. She brought out the worst in people. The violent, ugly parts of people that needed an outlet. She'd make a great therapy doll.

Once she had gotten her breath back, gritted her teeth and stood up, she would comfort Callie. The poor girl would need it. She wasn't used to this. Not like Dahlia.

______________________________________________________________ Family

Neither of us can ever escape from her. She haunts us still, but my haunting is my body. A haunted house with all the lights still on. I keep her dress in my wardrobe and I want to wear it. It would be even better if I had her shoes, her perfume. Haunting myself.

I catch my father looking at me sometimes, like he's seen a ghost. Or a long lost lover. Does he want a wife or a daughter? He saved her soul for a reason, did magic for a reason. Was he just waiting until I was old enough, similar enough?

What happened to my soul, my being? Was I just an empty vessel, begging to be filled? Or was something shoved out to make room for the indomitable force of my mother? Who exactly would I have been without her? As beautiful, as clever, as disdainful? Or a plain child relegated to the shadows. I can't believe she would accept anything less than perfection. Herself, of course, being the pinnacle of it.

You can't compete with the dead. They always win, by virtue of being dead. Death makes people perfect. Me, in my aliveness, fell short. Lord help me, I'm never having children. I'm never passing on the poison that sits within me, within us, to a child. Let my womb be barren, let my genes be contained and my line ended. I would not wish myself on my worst enemy. Sometimes the only way you can win something is by not playing at all.

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Shower

She idly watched the blood from her arms drop down and sluice into the drain. Her mind flickered through the list of movies where that exact shot played - Psycho, obviously, the king. American Psycho, following suit. It was usually women though, who got that scene. Men just got to wash their hands.

She was less sanguine the first time she had done this but then that had been her own blood and so, different. Then she had crouched in the shower like a wounded animal, arms wrapped around her knees, up on the balls of her feet. Her hair plastered to her bruised face. It was a careless hit and he'd remember to do it less visibly in the future, but for a first real beating it wasn't half bad. Bruised cheek, bloody nose and a deep split from where her collarbone had connected with the doorframe. As she touched it, she had vaguely thought how lucky it was that she tended towards retro high cut dresses.

The first time he had hit her, her eyes had filled up with tears but she hadn't ran. She was doomed from that moment. Any sensible woman would have ran but instead she had just held her hot cheek and asked a choked "why?" As good as permission and much better than forgiveness.

Now she thought surprisingly little about the act that had left her in this gory state. Sure, it was disgusting, but only like touching raw meat was. That's what her mind had told her whenever her body tried to drag her into full and terrifying awareness - it was only meat. Her mind did its best on the context too mind. The fact she was doing a necromantic ritual made very light clawmarks in her psyche when every line she said sounded like it could be something one of her horror characters trotted out. She could see the scene so clearly and look, there was even a camerawoman. Nothing was real, really. The only thing that felt less real than the paper-thin world around her was the towering unreality that laid behind it, that she did her best to ignore.

She picked up a nail brush to clean out the remnants of flesh under them. If she had been smart, she would have gotten gloves first. But, as many men in her life had told her, she was not smart. She accepted this fact about herself as she accepted the colour of her eyes. The nailbrush reminded her of her one-time flirtation with self harm, scrubbing out the cuts afterwards, that hurting worse than the blade had but terrified of infection. She realised how stupid it was afterwards, to risk that scarring. Luckily they had healed into barely there white lines. That was before she had found out about the myriad of people that were waiting in the wings to hurt her.

She turns the shower off. Steps out, wraps a (slightly too small) towel around herself. As she sometimes did, she covered the mirror with a hand cloth. Didn't want anything looking at her, least of all herself. Sometimes she looked in mirrors as she cried, trying to relate what she saw with what she was feeling. It wasn't always a significant connect. Sometimes it didn't work at all and her tears would slow until her eyes grew rounder and rounder and she was just gazing at the stranger that she was. But right now, she was calm. Too calm? Maybe. The storm in her chest had fallen still and she felt like the single fixed point in this whole house. She wrapped a towel around her long long hair, stepped into her bedroom. Time to put the make up on, make herself look like the Dahlia people knew. Not that small, bloodstained girl she had been.

#kult #tabletop #prompts #prose

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transmasc-wizard · 2 years

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Alright well cym as songs?

hmmm ok

i shall assign songs i think u all would suitably enjoy or associate you with or w/e

you - "one day" by lovejoy

@sugarflowerss - "disco! in the panic room" by bug hunter

@abysslll - i am. so sorry. "the vending machine of love" by the stupendium. this is because i forever and always associate you with the word "bizarre" (blame jjba) and that is What This Song Is. "bizarre" is the only word in my brain when i listen to this. i am SO sorry

@wherearetheplants hmm a mcr song would be true but also a cop-out so. "KULT" by steve aoki, or "clownin'" by victory kid

@cnnamonrolls welcome to the black parade or literally the entire esmp musical. You Know Why

@strawberrystarcake "in the best case scenario we'd die at the same time" by my name is ian bc it reminds me of the kind of dynamic i feel like you'd inflict on your blorbos, and also bc it has a very specific feel to it much like the mikaaesthetic has a very specific feel (tho they are admittedly not the same feel)

@doublelifer "play with fire" by sam tinnesz. this one is a bit of a mental jump but bear with me. i associate it w/TMA (and. tim <//3) and i associate you with TMA and tim and therefore. astri song

@multi-lefaiye savior by beth crowley. it has the same themes of like trauma and recovery that a lot of ur writing does

also normally i dont tag u in these but. @e-the-village-cryptid desert song. desert song desert song desert song. i saw you freaking out about it one time and listened to it and my life changed

#asks #ask game #cyma #will/lee

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stitchedtogethermaps · 9 months

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We are back from Gen Con and getting back to making maps again! I had a fantastic time catching up with friends and wore myself out walking about 17-22k steps per day.

Thursday I learned to free hand checkerboard and diamonds from Clay at Mastermind Miniatures, learned the new One Piece tcg, and played MtG.

Friday, I played Kult with a friend and played a fun board game called 9th Circle. The boys played MtG and a game called Camel up at dinner. I was too tired.

Saturday was the costume contest, and I won the Golden Needle award, which is their top craftsmanship award, so I felt very honored to receive that one. That took up the majority of my day. My buddy also got silver in his category for miniature painting which was awesome!

Sunday, our game was canceled, so we wandered the vendor hall before calling it quits after I purchased far too many miniatures and went home with a buddy's old Nighthaunt set he gifted me to paint.

I'm glad to be back in the normal swing of things again, though.

#gen con #gen con 2023 #battle map #dnd maps #dnd art #convention

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chiakery · 9 months

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Big thanks to @bloodsoaked-rainbows for tagging me!! I don't normally use shuffle, so I got to remember some cool songs buried under my recent obsessions haha

rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up and tag 10 people

1. Tantrum - Ashnikko

2. Necromancin Dancin - Bear Ghost

3. Without a Trace - Forrest Day

4. Ich geh heut nicht mehr tanzen - AnnenMayKantereit

5. Little Monster - Royal Blood

6. Futureproof - Nothing But Thieves

7. New Cold War - Jaxson Gamble

8. Arahja - Kult

9. Moriro de Re - Maneskin

10. Heart of a Dancer - The Happy Fits

not tagging 10 ppl, since I suck at making friends here, but no-pressure tags to: @blackmosscupcakes @brondoesart @blorbologist @malewife-mansplain-magus @thelapinbitch and @myrmonarch

#ask game #a peek into my multilingual playlist lol #for those wondering: arahja is in polish (my first language)#and necromancin dancin is SUCH A GOOD SONG #i didn't listen to it near enough in last few months

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healingtitta · 2 years

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Big pipe timeslice

Big pipe timeslice full#

Although the Chimera has a backfire sound to it, its flames do not emit from its exhaust pipes.This also occurs with the Rampant Rocket. The trike does not have a reverse gear, meaning the amount of power put into the vehicle in the files is too much too soon for the reverse-walk animation. When reversing, the bike's rear wheels will spin backwards for a split second before the player actually moves backwards.This was later fixed in the Import/Export update.The front wheel and the front brake disc is not centered correctly, causing these to look odd when they are spinning.Despite being a motorcycle, it has an ATV icon to represent it on the map.The default radio stations for the Chimera are Kult FM, Radio Mirror Park, Vinewood Boulevard Radio, and Los Santos Rock Radio.The vehicle is very likely named after the Chimera in mythology, which consists of a monstrous fire-breathing hybrid creature with three (or more) animal parts.Can be bought from Southern San Andreas Super Autos for $210,000.The Chimera in the cinematic preview on Rockstar Games Social Club. Main article: Los Santos Customs/Respray Colors Modifications Grand Theft Auto Online Category Vehicle Statistics - Grand Theft Auto Online Thus, taking it to a stunt race or into a mountainous area is ill-advised, lest the player be unable to land properly after going off a jump and getting wasted due to landing wrong. Instead, it will either heavily nosedive after going off a jump or simply remain at the same angle it was at when it lifted off the ground. While this normally is not a problem, this means going off jumps using the Chimera is all but suicidal due to the odd physics handling, the vehicle is almost completely unable to pitch and roll while in midair. Mechanically, the Chimera uses a mix of the physics used by motorcycles and ATVs. Because of the three-wheeled design, the Chimera has the disadvantage of being wider and heavier than most motorcycles, but makes up for its stability and control over curbs, bumpy roads and uneven terrains. It also performs wheelies extremely well, even pulling back completely will not result the player of falling off of the Chimera. Overall, you can see here how the Big Pipes make a big difference to Willamette River water quality.The Chimera performs very well in terms of speed and cornering. If that happens, Environmental Services will issue a combined sewer overflow advisory warning the public to avoid contact with the river for 48 hours. Levels will approach 100 percent. On rare occasions (an estimated four times a year), a combined sewer overflow may occur. During severe stormsĭuring severe storms, the Big Pipes may reach capacity. Indeed, overflows used to occur regularly-about 50 times a year. Before the Big Pipe Project's completion in 2011, this amount would have overflowed to the Willamette River. The amount you see is sent to the treatment plant.

Big pipe timeslice full#

You will see the level rise on this graphic, reflecting how full the Big Pipes are. Portland's green infrastructure (trees, rain gardens, and wetlands) provide additional natural stormwater solutions-letting plants and soil absorb rainwater, and reducing the amount that gets sent into pipes. However, plant operators may use the Big Pipes as part of daily operations, so you may see the level up to 5 percent full at times. Portland’s regular network of more than 2,500 miles of pipes has enough capacity to send all sewage and stormwater to the treatment plant. On most days, the Big Pipes are not needed during dry weather or light rain.

#Big pipe timeslice

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squashdimple0 · 2 years

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kultofathena · 3 years

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Operations Improve But Inventory is Unpredictable

With peak season approaching, we want to update you on both operational improvements and supply chain challenges that will affect your shopping experience for the foreseeable future. After a challenging few months, we have reached a positive milestone in August: - Shipments of in-stock items have returned to our expected turnaround time of 3 business days. - Customer service inquiries are back to averaging a response within 24 hours. - Sharpening remains behind, but the most orders placed by September 15th will ship within the normal 10 business days for in-stock items. - We are back to shipping less than 1% of our orders via dropship, and we are not dropshipping swords. This has taken a heck of a lot of effort by hard working individuals – many of whom have worked overtime for 16 weeks. We have also increased our staff level by more than 40%, and their training is kicking in. On the sharpening front, an additional workstation is in place and a team member has transitioned from packing and quality control to sharpening. 2/3 of our staff is vaccinated or recovered from catching the virus. There is no certainty about anything covid related, and downtime from any employee will still slow us down, but we hope that we won’t lose 40% of our operations crew for 3 weeks as we did in May. Our employees are free to make their own decisions when it comes to vaccinations, and standing incentives are in place for those that choose to do so. The External Situation: - The supply chain is and remains unpredictable. - Items that we do not stock in the warehouse are shipping from us, on average, one to two weeks later than our normally stated “usually ships” time period. We are working closely with all of our major suppliers to stay apprised of their in-stock positions and turnaround times. - We have also received many delay notifications on bulk shipments this week. (you can see our revised expected receiving of shipments below). Covid remains a factor in the number of forges. The Philippines and Nepal are barely operating. India has increased operations significantly but is not back to 100%, and the same goes for China. - A lack of shipping containers, an increase in tonnage crossing the seas, and the availability of labor at major ports contributes to the supply chain unpredictability as well. Read the rest of our post at the [Kult of Athena Blog]

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everydayhybridity · 3 years

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Skateboarding and Halloween

I have written in depth about skateboarding festivals. There is the IASC international Go Skateboarding Day, the Israeli Yom Kimpur communal skate, and all manner of small annual events. Some are grafted on top of existing festivals, others are purely skate-centred events. Of all the annual skate festivities, Halloween has become increasingly prominent over the last decade. Scroll through the Thrasher website and you will see videos from the last few years including the Halloween Hellbomb, Tempe Park Halloween party, and Burnside’s anniversary Halloween skate. Each Halloween in Hong Kong would be an excuse for a good communal skate, this year seemed to be no exception. House of Vans in the UK have held Halloween events, and Jenkem have posted a couple of articles on Halloween Costumes.

This year Halloween has been much more low-key. The Covid-19 pandemic and social distancing impacts all sorts of festivity, Halloween has been no exception. So, social media has once again filled the gap with skateboarding folk posting their Halloween costumes even if not quite able to participate in a big Halloween skate session.

Barrier Kult launched their own Halloween competition, inviting fans, disciples and Horde members to create their own BA. KU. inspired photos. Search the #BAKUHALLOWSCONTEST for a selection of the entries. The winning entry has all the paraphernalia of BA. KU., a skated Jersey Barrier, Pentagram, candles, with the added gore of decapitation. BA. KU. thrive on satanic imagery and their own very niche ritual language in which boards are referred to as daggers. They are a perfect marriage between the gnarly skate imagery of death and destruction and the Halloween festivities. This was nicely portrayed this October 31st with the release of Franky Villani’s new video part. Famous for his love of corny horror movies, Villani’s Halloween release included a comically gruesome claymation intro and a lot of seriously good skateboarding.

But, delving deeper into the skateboarding and Halloween partnership, do other sports share this bond? Or is skateboarding with its innate playful character simply more attuned to such hijinks? A quick search online found all manner of Halloween sporting events, there is Halloween hockey, football, swimming, and of course skateboarding’s twisted cousin, golf.

Yet, for skateboarding these events seem to take on a greater significance, or simply fun. Certainly with the audience provided by the Thrasher website, a local Halloween skate can get a global audience. I also think the ludic nature of skateboarding works well with Halloween, and more broadly all festivals. Festivals are intended to provide a catharsis, an opportunity for normal social roles to be relaxed or inverted. I am even inclined to argue that skateboarding at its essence is actually about spontaneous urban festivity, simply disrupting the banal.

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ninjapaste · 3 years

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Twig and Voltan portraits + information

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Twig

Twig is a female forest imp who loves nature and other animals, due to the fact she is literally a walking little tree (her blood is runny sap). She is 8 in imp years ( 34 in human years, but she is mentally and physically still 8) Overall a massive scaredy cat, Twig will run away from a tense confrontation, a startling encounter, a strange object or a loud, threatening creature 90% of the time, but she is always curious at heart and comes across as extremely naïve to the people she meets, many of those being random drunkards on the street. She is quick, jittery, innocent, friendly, empathetic and even playful if its a nice day; a wonderful thing to be around if she does not feel threatened. She loves to roam the forests, swing on trees, play games, travel on nearby trains and explore the world of Dilk. She is obsessed with toys as she rarely comes across them, but hates those that are made from wood. She forages for food in and out of villages, sometimes stealing the odd fruit or veg, since she can't rely fully on her photosynthesis. She travels with newt, whom she had saved while passing by a riverbank, then meets Leopold, and a couple months later, Kneel. Within those months, she comes across Voltan while she and Nox are looking for his father, and they become close buddies.

Background(?)

Twig has (only recently) been given no choice but to go on a journey to kill Kuur, an evil god who dwells in a great cave and is thought to have brought chaos onto Dilk. Phelfs are beings who are given powers by the gods to slay Kuur. Twig was randomly given this title after Nox the gargoyle, a previous Phelf, enhanced these powers with dark magic and used them for terrible acts such as pillaging villages, assassination and even genocide, which was very unlike past Phelfs, who acted as saints and were seen as good hearted, pure, wise and experienced warriors, despite their unsuccessful attempts to fufill their core duty. Nox's spirit was brought to the spirit dragon maxhol, who judges Phelfs as a side job. Maxhol makes an agreement with Nox, only keeping his atrocious legacy and existence known to the people of Dilk and granting him a space in the tunnel of Phelfs if he teaches an animal to kill Kuur before the god unleashes chaos on the world, else he is forgotten and sent to eternal suffering. A reluctant Nox spirit is sent flying into featherfall forest, where he crashes into Twig. Eternally bonded with the imp amd never being able to leave, Nox must comply to the agreement and teach Twig to learn her own way of the Phelf, often attempting to avert from the path and take permenant possession over Twig's vessel. Twig must slay Kuurkals, spawns of Kuur created by the 'Kuur kult' who make efforts to hunt down, capture or kill the Phelf. The Kuur kult believes that ultimate chaos is the only way to adopt full freedom, and so devote themselves to destroy any opposition against Kuur, and have started experimenting with creating a Phelf of their own, bestowing the curse of Phelf with dark practices, whether it be magical or scientific.

Weapon

Twig fends off enemies with the help of her Phelf powers, which comes in the form of a staff. This staff is more powerful than its normal counterpart, and is designed to look like Nox in some way, as he can take over control of Twig's vessel with the downside of using a drained, powerless and plain staff.

Voltan

Voltan O'Dias is a male thunder imp who is the son of a wealthy electrical company owner, Elion O'Dias. In the day, he spends his time lazimg around playing games and working on music. In the night, he goes under the robotic mech persona 'Zeus', who is a famous underground DJ seen as a icon in the developed and futuristic city district of sixon. With the lifelong absence of his father, nonexistent knowledge of his mother and only his bodyguard for company, Voltan is used to being alone and is a little surprised when Twig shows up in his house in search of his dad. He is a year older than Twig, but s lot smaller. Voltan is a whiney, snobby, short - tempered but clingy individual, who doesn't like to share anything, not his possessions or his life, for he is not used to trusting others. He enjoys company, especially Twigs, but does not realise he acts like a self - centered brat to them most of the time. He sometimes gets away with this because he is so small, warm and cuddly, as well as innocent looking, like a cat; plus a weak sense of charisma and the fact he is only silly kid. As he spends time with Twig, he learns how to fight with a weaponised yoyo he designed himself, along with a stylish suit based off of his mech persona. Together, he and Twig uncover the dirty secrets and Kuur Klan related incidents bubbling up across Sixon and the other districts surrounding the dwarf mountains.

Voltan and Twig hava a good friendship: Twig admires Voltan's intelligence and passion in his work and hobbies and recognises that her presence has helped him to be more empaphetic and polite to others, though the improvements are slow. Voltan sees Twig as gulliable and desperate for his company (ironically) and is convinced she looks up to him. He sometimes likes to think that they are together, which could only come true in his dreams!

This was so long; the description took hours to write! :I

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perfectlullabies · 4 years

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i was tagged by the lovely @eyes-like-a-pisces to answer these questions and come up with some of my own!! thank u, a distraction much needed in this darkest hour..............

1. Who or what was the most influential for your music taste?

myself! my curiosity at a very young age and the need to discover more music. i could never understand how it’s possible for some people to get to know a certain kind of music and stick to it for their entire life. i love exploring music and going through different phases. of course i have to give some credit to my parents as they were actually the ones who showed me all those classic rock bands like led zeppelin or deep purple to get me interested but music was always here in our house and it’s a huge part of my parents’ life as well. so, i want to thank my parents for showing me music and introducing me to it but when it comes to digging deeper and exploring i have myself to thank to! the bands themselves played a part in it too, obviously. exploring from artist to artist, searching for connections between bands and artists etc.

2. If you could time travel, where and when would you like to go first?

definitely somewhere in the past. i’m not big on knowing what future looks like nor would i want to alter the past events. i would just like to experience some concerts, look at all those important historical figures from afar, participate in some minor events!! but i have to say it would be somewhere close to our present day so the 60′s-90′s

3. If you could be someone from an opposite gender for a day, how would you like to look like and what would you do?

i’d look like robert mapplethorpe and i’d be a singer in a glam rock band 😎

4. Do you have a style icon/inspiration? Or a favourite designer? Desribe your dream clothing style

ohh yes mostly it’s sharon tate :-) her looks are what i will always aspire to achieve, however impossible that is! but a girl is gonna try. aside from her, i live for the 80′s aesthetic, all the cheesy and all the corny stuff while also remaining elegant and classy. that’s one of the reasons i love the tv show ‘pose’ because the characters are Exactly That. so my dream clothing style is a mix of crazy and pink but at the same time classy and distinguished

5. What's the song by a band/artist from your country that you could recommend? (From your hometown or state eventually)

i’d recommend the album nowa aleksandria by siekiera and also any 80′s song by republika (especially telefony). also krew boga by kult and centrala by brygada kryzys. i think those are some of the best polish songs/albums

6. What is the most rebellious thing you've ever done?

talking shit to teachers (it was standing up for myself but.......no one else would do that so that bitch had to)

7. Has ever something in your life happened, that you coudn't explain with logic?

yeah my entire life

8. What 5 objects someone could use to summon you?

black and white printed photographs of my favourite artists/musicians, pink accesories, a cute fluffy keychain, a kinder kanapka & ten by pearl jam

9. What is your favourite name from your culture's language? And outside your culture's language?

always clara/klara. i’m naming my future daughter that

10. What's a song you normally wouldn't admit you like or different from music that you usually listen, but still enjoy?

i admit to everything even to looping one direction hits. no shame in this house

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ask-jaghatai-khan · 5 years

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Da Deff-Flash Raidaz

// Homebrew for an Ork Freeboota warband I’ve been thinking up for some time. A distillation of all my favorite things about Orks in Warhammer.

“I’z ridin’ dis high ‘til Ragnarork comes!”

History

In the clustered and chaotic regions of the galactic center, there could be found a hostile dustball world orbiting a red giant. Though in the center of major orkish territory, it was of little interest to most passing overlords, save as an occasional source of boys. Those parts of it not dominated by great desert flatlands were composed of stormy seas, colossal mountains, or the rare and oft-disputed jungle infested with disease and mutated predators. Phalton Prime, or “Kruzbal” to the Orks, had seen many apocalypses, yet its surface was still home to millions of greenskins, most of whom had since devolved into a savage state. These savage orks were often press-ganged for cheap labor by the few but powerful Tek-Tyrants of the wastes, mountains, and seas.

It was on this world of Kruzbal that one unfortunate Freeboota was waylaid, setting of an explosive chain of events. Kaptin Gorn Blast’ead’s space hulk Black Grog, damaged and flying from the Warp after an unknown misfortune, crashed deep in the deserts of the planet’s singular continent. Crawling battered and stranded from the wreckage, and rounding up what few crew he had left, the Kaptin surveyed the forgotten world he’d found himself on. Within hours they were set upon for their trove of scrap and tech by raiders, which Gorn just managed to fight off, earning him the ire of the first of many tyrants on the world.

Requiring more ork-power, Gorn set about conscripting the local tribal greenskins. Though tough and quick to worship the space-bound ork as some manner of demigod, many could not handle the strange wonders of technology he brought with him and quickly went mad. Among this number was a boy by the name of Ur-Kog, though his change was markedly different. Ur-Kog showed a knack for survival, and a level of control over his insanity. Starting off lame, dumb, and runty by ork standards, Ur-Kog nonetheless started climbing the ranks faster than any of Gorn’s new soldiers. His knowledge of the wasteland was of immense help to the Kaptin, and the newly-appointed Nob’s skill with rallying mobs and tinkering with technology completely unknown to him before grew and grew, along with his physical form. Soon, Blast’ead had become a mythical figure to the savage orks of Kruzbal, slaying the Tek-Bosses and gathering a massive WAAAGH! with Ur-Kog as a prominent general. All was almost lost, however, when Gorn was at last laid low by Da Immortul Slagg, greatest of the coastal Raida Tyrants. The WAAAGH! would have been scattered if Ur-Kog hadn’t seized control of the mobs, assaulting Slagg’s fortress and claiming the Warboss’ head, along with final control of the planet.

For all the barren, ransacked wastes that covered Phalton Prime, the world was host to a strange and powerful hidden treasure. Known as “Kwiksilva”, this metal was prized and fiercely fought over by all the greenskins who called the planet home. Found in scrap deposits in many of the deepest and most treacherous ruins of the wastes, kwiksilva was solid and incredibly durable in its base form, to the point it could not be easily “forged” and so was either used for trinkets, or large and unwieldy armor plating. Bluish-silver in color, when exposed to the right alchemical properties, the normally impenetrable metal could be rendered into an unstable semi-liquid state. In this form, the metal had powerful narcotic properties. It could increase healing factors on injection or inhalation, as well as sending the user into a berserker rage, at the cost of severe physical and mental degradation for most all users. Kwiksilva was prized more than gold or iron, and is still one of the few reasons Kaptin Ur-Kog will return to his old homeworld, save for the occasional mob of “tradishunul boys”.

Since refitting the Black Grog, Madkap Ur-Kog Flashmaw (as he is now known) has made a name for himself across orkdom as a figure of insane but jovial chaos. He first came to prominence during his lootings of the Octarius sector and its neighboring regions, earning the respect or anger of many warbosses, as well as the Imperium of Man. Ur-Kog styles himself as a “collector”, and behaves eccentrically even by Freeboota standards, being easily taken by certain obsessions, and commanding a motley band as mad as he is. With the gathering power of WAAAGH! Ghazghkull, Kaptin Flashmaw has decided to throw in his gaudy cap with the Warlord, for a chance at going on the biggest looting spree the galaxy has yet seen.

Behavior

The kultur of the Deff-Flash Raidaz, as Ur-Kog’s Freeboota krew is known, is a bizarre and distinct thing. Many superstitions and curiosities can be traced as holdovers from their tribal roots, influenced by their Kaptin’s own oddities, and the unconventional makeup of the krew, being composed of many different clans of orks, a large proportion of grots, and even a few non-greenskin mercenaries. This mix has inspired an orkoid culture markedly distinct from most others.

Ur-Kog’s madness takes the form of wild mood---swings that can see him go from cruelly ruthless, to jovial even by human standards. The Kaptin’s greatest strength is his ability to inspire loyalty in his krew. He is fond of grand displays of prowess, as well as trying out new “toys” and weapons, and so will reward heavily any boy who distinguishes himself. Ur-Kog claims he has an “eye fer anytin’ orky”, which influences his looting decisions. He has stolen and refitted Imperial walkers, xenos tanks, and even broken deadly creatures like Tyranid bioforms. Many Ogryn mercenaries can be found in his crew, whom Flashmaw seems to like for their brute strength and loyalty. Though happy to get in a good scrap, Ur-Kog’s intense greed influences his decisions more than bloodthirst.

Even before the dawn of technology on Kruzbal, the tribals of the desert wastes were just a step away from becoming full-blown Speed Freekz, with squig-breeding and boar-rearing being major vocations. Nearly all the krew of the Black Grog are members of the Kult of Speed, devoting many hours to tinkering on their kustom bikes and buggies. Many “Old Way” superstitions can still be found amongst the greenskin mechanics, along with nautical traditions from the oceanic tribes, and so Deff-Flash vehicles tend to be outfitted with many trinkets and skulls, designed to make each bike and trakk appear like a living, mechanical beast. This extends to spacecraft and aircraft, as well. Due to the high proportion of grots to be found in the WAAAGH, Meks have an easy time scrounging extra scrap and making repairs, as the tiny greenskins are excellent at crawling into small places – though sometimes a cooked gretchin has to be pulled out of an engine afterwards.

Ur-Kog himself is in possession of two personal bikes, a speed-buggy, a fighta, and a massive command trukk. Though not taken to the field as often, the Black Grog is also home to an arena in which the Kaptin likes to showcase his many other “kollecturz bitz”, including Tyranid beasts, experimental walkers and deff-dreads, Mega-Gladiators, savage muto-wolves, boars, and squiggoths. Even clever orks have trouble determining what Ur-Kog considers “orky”, but the Madkap is very clear that he only collects the orkiest monsters around.

Central to the kultur of the Deff-Flash Raidaz is kwiksilva. Initially a treasure found only on Kruzbal, the clever Meks of Flashmaw’s WAAAGH! have since found ways by greenskin alchemy to refine the substance out of certain high-quality metals, in a process not even fully understood by said Mekboys. Any boy in the mob experienced enough to have bought their first bike likely also has at least one small trinket of kwiksilva on their person. More powerful orkz will have armor, weapons, and even vehicles covered in the alloy, prized for its durability and rust-proof, lucky shine. Nobs may sometimes wear injector-rigs, courtesy of the Painboys, which will fill their veins with liquid metal in the heat of battle. Other boys may inhale the substance as an aerosol spray, dulling their already minute pain-sense and inspiring them to acts of suicidal bravery.

Notable Members

Kaptin Gorn Blast’ead — “Ya fink dere’s nuffin’ left ta take from me? Wrong! Ya just took me patience! And I ain’t got no patience!” — A veteran Freeboota who prowled the inner systems for many a century before a freak post-looting Warp accident waylaid him and his on the dusty world of Kruzbal. A highly ruthless and intelligent ork, Gorn quickly found promise in the savage orks of the planet, using their madness to his advantage as he toppled the raider warbosses one-by-one. Gorn’s preference for encouraging reckless behavior in his warriors would in turn lead to Ur-Kog taking charge, and madness becoming the rule of the day in the Deff-Flash krew.

Madkap Ur-Kog Flashmaw — “I’z so flash ye could melt a humie’s face wif me smile!” — The current Kaptin of the Deff-Flash Raidaz, known as the Madkap Flashmaw. Ur-Kog is renowned across the Five Segmentae as a notorious looter, bloody reaver, and lunatic as far as orks are concerned. Ur-Kog plies the spaceways in his eternal quest to assemble the “orkiest WAAAGH!” around, collecting outcasts and oddballs from across orkdom, hoarding technology, and building a menagerie of the meanest xenos beasts alive. Flashmaw is roundly hated by anyone not a part of his own loyal krew, with many orks finding him weirder than can be tolerated. Still, Ur-Kog has since fallen under the banner of WAAAGH! Ghazghkull, impressed by the power of the Goff Warboss, and happy to take part in a level of carnage the orks haven’t seen in millennia.

Wazzmek — “It’z got flash! It’z got speed! It’z da Morkiest machine you’z eva seen!” — Known only by his title, Wazzmek is the head mekboy of the Raidaz. Touted as one of the best meks in the galaxy, Wazzmek is usually left to his own devices when not working on the Kaptin’s own rides. The Mek is viewed by most with a hefty mix of respect, awe, and fear, as he’s been given free reign by the Madkap to do whatever he pleases in the name of whipping up new and deadly gadgets. Wazzmek is a sight to behold thanks to his many kwiksilva bioniks, which can make him look more like a humie space marine or xenos construct than an average Mek, thanks to the lucky, stainless shine.

Grendus Rendus — "GRENDUUUS!!!” — Ur-Kog’s closest bodyguard, an Ogryn taken from an abandoned prison world in the Segmentum Ultima. Grendus is a scarred old beast, larger than the average ogryn, heavily enhanced with cybernetics, and with a distinct orkiness about him, having sallow skin, big teeth, and a dull fire in his eyes that even Nobs fear. To survive as the personal guard to an ork warboss is no easy task for a mere abhuman, and Grendus is renowned for his foul temper and sheer refusal to die.

Meek da Lukky — “I’z got meself some scrap! Eh? Eh? Happy, Boss?” — Personal gretchin servant to Ur-Kog, and occasionally Wazzmek, though the grot is loath to do anything that puts him in harm’s way more than usual. Meek has served the Kaptin since his pillaging of Greater Octarius, and is noted for the unusual amounts of luck he seems to have, avoiding death and misfortune where many hundreds of grots would have died. Though he hasn’t gotten away completely unscathed, Meek’s done his best to keep the streak going, including bathing himself in lucky blue warpaint.

Organization

The Deff-Flash Raidaz are led by Kaptin Ur-Kog Flashmaw, whose word is final, leading by virtue of his might, cleverness, and massive horde of gubbinz. Immediately beneath him are the veteran oddboys, such as the Chief Mek and his crew, the senior Painboys, Weirdboys, Runtherds, and more. Also included among the Kaptin’s “Best Mates” are his Nobz and bodyguards.

The main mob of the WAAAGH! consist of the many boys and lesser oddboyz of the krew. Generally the first thing on any new boy’s mind is the purchasing of his first bike, which will ensure he has a chance at glory on most any mission. Most of the Black Grog’s krew have an obsession with tinkering, and if not making modifications to their ostentatious and savage vehicles, they’ll be decking themselves and their weapons in fearsome charms meant to help during boarding actions. This culture of eye-catching style seems to make each warrior more reckless, as they feel if they’re going to die, at least they’ll look “flash” doing it.

Distinct amongst ork mobs is the odd makeup of Flashmaw’s krew. Though not the most numerous WAAAGH, the boys are generally quite hearty and wealthy – this is thanks to the disproportionate number of grots the greenskins have found themselves in possession of. Gretchin take care of most minor repairs, menial labor, and food sourcing (sometimes in a direct sense), leaving the Mekz with plenty of assistants and the boys with more free time to spar and tinker. The grot population boom has gotten to the point where it can sometimes be hard to account for all the little buggers, and many areas of the space hulk are even home to pockets of grot “tribes”. Flashmaw nonetheless views this as ideal, as he is also fond of recruiting many oddboys, from Mekz to Madboyz, surrounding himself with greenskins as insane as he is. This has lead to an elite crew that are nonetheless extremely eccentric. In addition to the many beasts and artifacts the Kaptin has collected, Ur-Kog also makes use of Ogryn mercenaries spirited away from lost Imperial prison worlds, who are often rubbed down with green paint, cybernetically enhanced, and used as bodyguards and enforcers more loyal to the Kaptin than even his own Nobs.

Of course, the Deff-Flash Raidaz are diehard devotees of the Kult of Speed, and so any battle plan that can get away with it more often than not includes hordes of bikes, trukks, trakks, tanks, buggies, and jets. Ur-Kog is a flyboy himself, though his need to lead from the front usually sees him taking to a bike or trukk at the head of his mob. Though Ur-Kog prides himself on having at least two of every gubbin, from grot-artillery, to heavy walkers, to Kommando electro-stabbaz, the vast majority of his battle plans prefer a massive armored cavalry charge, with plenty of screaming air-support.

Appearance

Of all the insults and ire laid on Kaptin Flashmaw, his favorites include being called “the most garish being in the galaxy” by an Eldar commander, and making a Blood Axe Warboss’ eyes water. Red features heavily on all Deff-Flash clothes and vehicles, due to the krew’s obsession with speed, and its ability to blend in with the rust so common on “flash-poor” vehicles. In addition to this, black tribal markings, and trinkets made from gold and kwiksilva are used for in abundance. Boys of all stripes will often coat themselves in white and black body paint – a holdover from tribal practices meant to protect against the searing sun of Krusbal, and a signifier of strength. On top of all these colors and baubles, boys will sometimes decorate their vehicles with personal colors and symbols, and all the krew are fond of such decoration, using bones and precious metals to make both themselves and their mounts look as savage and piratical as possible. The resulting mix is an eclectic and indeed eye-watering palette of colors and designs, with bright treasure gleaming against filth and rust, and warriors at once dressed in the tattered remains of the finest clothes they could loot, on top of dusty and oily tribal paint.

Notable Battles

Ransack of Greater Octarius — After refitting what remained of the Black Grog, the newly proclaimed Madkap rallies his first ever spaceborne WAAAGH! to see the galaxy. Not far from the Phalton system lies the Ork Empire of Octarius, where greenskins by the billions waged constant war against numerous threats that had the generosity to assault them on all sides, from within and without. Knowing no allegiance, and itching for adventure, Ur-Kog’s Deff-Flash Raidaz hop from planet to planet at random, fighting anything they encounter, and looting the spoils down to the last rusty nail. It is here that Kaptin Flashmaw’s madness first becomes fully manifest, and his obsession with collecting strange trophies and defining the elite and flamboyant nature of his krew solidifies. By the end of the first WAAAGH! Ur-Kog, the Deff-Flash krew is brimming with oddboys the Madkap took pains to press-gang, in preparation for his next great exploit.

Da Inkredible WAAAGH! — With enough resources to fully realize his wild dreams, Ur-Kog takes to the greater galaxy, moving in an unflagging loop around all five Segmentae. The Madkap’s krew has become much different in makeup that when it started. Where previously there were droves of savage orks lead by insane Nobs, getting by on unpredictability, numbers, and a few unique perks, now there was a full-blown WAAAGH! brimming with vehicles, specialists to maintain the arsenal, mercenaries, and a shocking boom of laborer-grots. The Deff-Flash Raidaz become established as a major force of the Freeboota and Speed Freek ork kulturs, with Ur-Kog’s name being spoken of with bemused respect or bitter irritation by warbosses and other commanders around the galaxy. Ur-Kog makes a habit of indulging in great debauchery, and when not in an active warzone, the krew entertains itself with exotic arena fights, copious amount of grog and chems (including kwiksilva), tinkering on their beloved vehicles, and searching for new opportunities to loot and pillage. Still, Ur-Kog remains restless, in some small way resenting the lack of respect paid by other overlords and bosses, despite his immensely orky WAAAGH! and great trove of loot.

Throwing in Da Kap — Word reaches the Madkap’s ears of a new power rising, with one notable name only being spoken of more and more across the galaxy — Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka. While ever a wildcard at heart, the Kaptin decides that the best new opportunities for loot, recruitment, and carnage lie under the banner of one powerful Goff warboss. Gathering up as many preliminary resources as he can, Ur-Kog seeks out the warlord’s WAAAGH! back in the Octarius system. Ghazghkull accepts the Madkap’s allegiance, though is predictably happy to be rid of the Freeboota once it comes time for the greater WAAAGH! to sally forth. In truth, Ur-Kog cares little for the Goff’s dismissive attitude, as he knows the straightforward nature of such a traditional warboss will make for a disciplined central WAAAGH! — allowing the good Kaptin to continue on with his chaotic pillaging as he wishes, knowing there will always be a great horde to retreat into if ever his victims seek to retaliate. The Deff-Flash Raidaz continue their wild ride, with opportunity fresh in their hungry eyes.

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